But What Can Be Done, The One

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

Yes, Man Is Mortal, But That Would Be Only Half The Trouble. The Worst Of It Is That He's Sometimes Unexpectedly Mortal—there's The Trick!

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 Ladies’ Mother-of-pearl Binoculars Hanging On A Cord. It Had Also Gilded Its Whiskers.

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.

Don't Be Afraid, Queen ... Don't Be Afraid, Queen, The Blood Has Long Since Gone Into The Earth. And Where It Was Spilled, Grapevines Are Already Growing.