Bublik

A samovar was always in the office, always on the boil, and they could offer tea and buttered bubliks to the customers. […] He would get up and dress and say his prayers, and then sit down to drink tea—he would drink up three glasses of tea and eat two large bubliks and half a French roll and butter.

Marfa called the junior waitress, handed her the order-pad and said: “A glass of tea and a bublik bun for me, Katyusha.” […] Marfa accepted the proffered watchword with a grave inclination of her head, took another sip of tea and another nibble of bublik.

Semyon Akopovich would take glossy, crinkly bubliks, sprinkled with poppy seed, out of the pocket of his old coat.

A WOMAN WENT DOWN TO THE MARKET, CARRYING BUBLIKS WITH HER. […] ONE OF THE SOLDIERS FELT LIKE EATING, SO HE SAYS TO HER: “MA, GIVE A HUNGRY MAN A BUBLIK! […] THE POLES WILL DEVOUR THE REPUBLIC, IF WE’RE UNDERFED.” THE WOMAN SAID, “NOT ON YOUR LIFE! I’M NOT GIVING UP MY BUBLIKS![…]” […] THE POLE SEES THE FAT, WHITE WOMAN IN THE CROWD. IN A FLASH SHE’S EATEN UP, SHE AND HER BUBLIKS.

He came back several times with small loaves of various shapes, kalachs, bubliks, pots of jam, honey and molasses, and cold sausage; […]

Irina is sitting at her kitchen table with ink on her face, two pencils behind her ear and another in her hand, and with the pages of her life of Galia Molokhovina spread out in front of her between the cherry povidlo and the bubliki.

Somebody asks the man selling bubliki (a bagel-like roll): “Why are your bubliki underdone? – That’s speeding up! Why does every single bublik have a piece bitten off? – That’s because the state accepted them! Why are your bubliki square instead of round? – Why, that’s perestroika! ”

A traditional Russian tea urn, a samovar, with bubliks, which are similar to bagels.