Who ever told you there is no such thing in the world as real, true, everlasting love? May the liar have his despicable tongue cut out!

This twenty-year-old boy was distinguished from childhood by strange qualities, a dreamer and an eccentric. A girl fell in love with him, and he went and sold her to a brothel.

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.

Not causing trouble, not touching anything, fixing the primus.

I challenge you to a duel!” screamed the cat, sailing over their heads on the swinging chandelier.

"We speak different languages, as usual," responded Woland, "but this does not change the things we speak about. Well?..."

It must be added that from his first words the foreigner made a repellent impression on the poet, but Berlioz rather liked him - that is, not liked but . . . how to put it . . . was interested, or whatever.