Follow me, reader! Who told you that there is no true, faithful, eternal love in this world! May the liar’s vile tongue be cut out! Follow me, my reader, and me alone, and I will show you such a love!
But what can be done, the one who loves must share the fate of the one he loves.
Everything will turn out right, the world is built on that.
I don’t have any special talents, just an ordinary desire to live like a human being.
Most bad,” the host concluded. “If you ask me, something sinister lurks in men who avoid wine, games, the company of lovely women, and dinnertime conversation. Such people are either gravely ill or secretly detest everyone around them.
Why do smart people exist, if not to figure out convoluted problems?
You should never ask anyone for anything. Never- and especially from those who are more powerful than yourself.
Annushka has already bought the sunflower oil, and has not only bought it, but has already spilled it.
Happiness is like good health: when you have it, you don’t notice it. But as the years go by, oh, the memories, the memories of happiness past!
No one’s fate is of any interest to you except your own.
What would your good do if evil didn’t exist, and what would the earth look like if all the shadows disappeared?
You spoke your words as though you denied the very existence of the shadows or of evil. Think, now: where would your good be if there were no evil and what would the world look like without shadow?
Man is mortal, and as the professor so rightly said mortality can come so suddenly
Everyone listened to this amusing narrative with great interest, and the moment that Behemoth concluded it, they all shouted in unison: ‘Lies!
You were right,” said the Master impressed by the neatness of Korovyov’s work, “when you said: no documents, no person. So that means I don’t exist since I don’t have any documents.
The whole horror of the situation is that he now has a human heart, not a dog’s heart. And about the rottenest heart in all creation!
I suppose that in no educational institution can one become an educated person.
What is all this? Get him out of here, devil take me!” And that one, imagine, smiles and says: “Devil take you? That, in fact, can be done!” And—bang!
You are not Dostoevsky,’ said the woman…’You never can tell…’ he answered.’Dostoevsky is dead,’ the woman said, a bit uncertainly.’I protest!’ he said with heat, ‘Dostoevsky is immortal!
Is that vodka?” Margarita asked weakly.The cat jumped up in his seat with indignation.”I beg pardon, my queen,” he rasped, “Would I ever allow myself to offer vodka to a lady? This is pure alcohol!
Not fooling around, not bothering nobody, just sitting here mending the Primus,” said the cat with a hostile frown, “and, moreover, I consider it my duty to warn you that the cat is an ancient, inviolable animal.
Once more and for the last time, the moon flashed above and broke into pieces, and then everything went black.
Nobody should be whipped. Remember that, once and for all. Neither man nor animal can be influenced by anything but suggestion.
Don’t be afraid, Queen, the blood has long run down into the earth. And on the spot where it was spilled, grapevines are growing today.
Yes, man is mortal, but that would be only half the trouble. The worst of it is that he’s sometimes unexpectedly mortal—there’s the trick!