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There Is No Greater Misfortune In The World Than The Loss Of Reason.

What's The Use Of Dying In A Ward Surrounded By A Lot Of Groaning And Croaking Incurables? Wouldn't It Be Much Better To Throw A Party With That Twenty-seven Thousand And Take Poison And Depart For The Other World To The Sound Of Violins, Surrounded By Lovely Drunken Girls And Happy Friends?

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

The Hope That There She Would Manage To Regain Her Happiness Made Her Fearless

I Wouldn’t Like To Meet You When You’ve Got A Revolver,” Said Margarita With A Coquettish Look At Azazello. She Had A Passion For People Who Did Things Well.