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Margarita 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.

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

My Writing Is Progressing Slowly, But At Least It's Moving Forward. I'm Sure That's The Case. The Only Problem Is That I'm Never Absolutely Certain That What I've Written Is Any Good.

You Were Right," Said The Master Impressed By The Neatness Of Korovyov's Work, "when You Said: No Documents, No Person. So That Means I Don't Exist Since I Don't Have Any Documents.

To Struggle Against Censorship, Whatever Its Nature, And Whatever The Power Under Which It Exists, Is My Duty As A Writer, As Are Calls For Freedom Of The Press. I Am A Passionate Supporter Of That Freedom, And I Consider That If Any Writer Were To Imagine That He Could Prove He Didn't Need That Freedom, Then He Would Be Like A Fish Affirming In Public That It Didn't Need Water.