Yes, Man Is Mortal, But That Would

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 Worse Things Were About To Be Found In The Bedroom: On The Jeweller’s Wife’s Ottoman, In A Casual Pose, Sprawled A Third Party- Namely, A Black Cat Of Uncanny Size, With A Glass Of Vodka In One Paw And A Fork, On Which He Had Managed To Spear A Pickled Mushroom, In The Other. , The Master And Magarita

I Challenge You To A Duel!” Screamed The Cat, Sailing Over Their Heads On The Swinging Chandelier.

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.

I Hereby Certify That The Bearer Of This Note, Nikolai Ivanovich, Spent The Night In Question At Satan's Ball, Having Been Lured There In A Transportational Capacity... Hella, Put In Parentheses! And Write 'hog.' Signed- Behemoth.