He's Clever,' Thought Ivan,' I Must Admit

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!

Once In 1919, When I Was Traveling At Night By Train, I Wrote A Short Story. In The Town Where The Train Stopped, I Took The Story To The Publisher Of The Newspaper Who Published The Story.

Everything Will Turn Out Right, The World Is Built On That.

If It Is True That Cowardice Is The Most Grave Vice, Then The Dog, At Least, Is Not Guilty Of It.

Azazello Begged Her Not To Worry, Assuring Her That He Had Seen Not Only Naked Women But Also Women With Their Skin Flayed Clean Off