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I Hereby Certify That The Bearer Of This Note, Nikolai Ivanovich, Spent The Night In Question At Satan's Ball, Having Been Lured There In A Transportational Capacity... Hella, Put In Parentheses! And Write 'hog.' Signed- Behemoth.

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

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.

He Who Never Hurries Is Always On Time.

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!