No Documents, No Person.

You're Not Dostoevsky,' Said The Citizeness, Who Was Getting Muddled By Koroviev. Well, Who Knows, Who Knows,' He Replied. 'dostoevsky's Dead,' Said The Citizeness, But Somehow Not Very Confidently. 'i Protest!' Behemoth Exclaimed Hotly. 'dostoevsky Is Immortal!

To Speak The Truth Is Easy And Pleasant.

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.

Once Upon A Time There Was A Lady. She Had No Children, And No Happiness Either. And At First She Cried For A Long Time, But Then She Became Wicked.

Why Try To Pursue What Is Completed?