The cat, covered in dust and standing on its hind legs, bowed to Margarita. Round its neck it was now wearing a made-up white bow tie on an elastic band, with a pair of ladiesโ mother-of-pearl binoculars hanging on a cord. It had also gilded its whiskers.
Mikhail BulgakovNot fooling around, not bothering nobody, just sitting here mending the Primus," said the cat with a hostile frown, "and, moreover, I consider it my duty to warn you that the cat is an ancient, inviolable animal.
Mikhail BulgakovYes, man is mortal, but that would be only half the trouble. The worst of it is that he's sometimes unexpectedly mortalโthere's the trick!
Mikhail BulgakovYou're not Dostoevsky,' said the citizeness, who was getting muddled by Koroviev. Well, who knows, who knows,' he replied. 'Dostoevsky's dead,' said the citizeness, but somehow not very confidently. 'I protest!' Behemoth exclaimed hotly. 'Dostoevsky is immortal!
Mikhail BulgakovIf it is true that cowardice is the most grave vice, then the dog, at least, is not guilty of it.
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 BulgakovMargarita 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.
Mikhail BulgakovI challenge you to a duel!โ screamed the cat, sailing over their heads on the swinging chandelier.
Mikhail Bulgakov