Manuscripts Do Not Burn.

I Had The Pleasure Of Meeting That Young Man At The Patriarch's Ponds. He Almost Drove Me Mad Myself, Proving To Me That I Don't Exist. But You Do Believe That It Is Really I?

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.

Everything Will Turn Out Right, The World Is Built On That.

Is That Vodka?" Margarita Asked Weakly. The Cat Jumped Up In His Seat With Indignation. "i Beg Pardon, My Queen," He Rasped, "would I Ever Allow Myself To Offer Vodka To A Lady? This Is Pure Alcohol!

A Dog's Spirit Dies Hard.