Yako Molhov

Every personal contact I have had with Dimitar Dimov has evoked in me the feeling that his whole life is a constant dichotomy between logic and imagination, between science and his vocation as an artist. At the same time a professor of veterinary anatomy and a writer, he seems to have no other dedication than the measured, methodical work of a scientist. Sometimes I have been amazed at the logic of his reasoning, devoid of the spontaneity characteristic of some other writers I know, and at the same time at his subtle observations on morals and human weaknesses, his insight into the dialectics of the human soul, his attachment to bright, colorful characters, with a personal modesty and strictness towards himself.