A Dog's Spirit Dies Hard.

In The First Few Seconds An Aching Sadness Wrenched His Heart, But It Soon Gave Way To A Feeling Of Sweet Disquiet, The Excitement Of Gypsy Wanderlust

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.

I Wouldn’t Like To Meet You When You’ve Got A Revolver,” Said Margarita With A Coquettish Look At Azazello. She Had A Passion For People Who Did Things Well.

The Tongue May Hide The Truth But The Eyes—never!

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!