A Dog's Spirit Dies Hard.

He Was Coming To Understand He Could Not Come To Rectify Anything In His Life, Only Forget.

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.

No Documents, No Person.

"we Speak Different Languages, As Usual," Responded Woland, "but This Does Not Change The Things We Speak About. Well?..."

How Sad, Ye Gods, How Sad The World Is At Evening, How Mysterious The Mists Over The Swamps! You Will Know It When You Have Wandered Astray In Those Mists, When You Have Suffered Greatly Before Dying, When You Have Walked Through The World Carrying An Unbearable Burden. You Know It Two When You Are Weary And Ready To Leave This Earth Without Regret; Its Mists; Its Swamps And Its Rivers; Ready To Give Yourself Into The Arms Of Death With A Light Heart, Knowing That Death Alone Can Comfort You.