No One's Fate Is Of Any Interest

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

Margarita Was Never Short Of Money. She Could Buy Whatever She Liked. Her Husband Had Plenty Of Interesting Friends. Margarita Never Had To Cook. Margarita Knew Nothing Of The Horrors Of Living In A Shared Flat. In Short... Was She Happy? Not For A Moment.

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!

Allow Me To Inquire How Man Can Control His Own Affairs When He Is Not Only Incapable Of Compiling A Plan For Some Laughably Short Term Such As, Say, A Thousand Years, But Cannot Even Predict What Will Happen To Him Tomorrow?

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!