But worse things were about to be found in the bedroom: on the jewellerโs wifeโs 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
Mikhail BulgakovYou should never ask anyone for anything. Never- and especially from those who are more powerful than yourself.
Mikhail BulgakovOnce 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.
Mikhail Bulgakov