just like a murderer jumps of nowhere in an ally, love jumped out in front of us and struck us both at once
Mikhail BulgakovOnce upon a time there was a lady. She had no children, and no happiness either. And at first she cried for a long time, but then she became wicked.
Mikhail BulgakovI 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.
Mikhail Bulgakov