If It Is True That

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!

Not Fooling Around, Not Bothering Nobody, Just Sitting Here Mending The Primus," Said The Cat With A Hostile Frown, "and, Moreover, I Consider It My Duty To Warn You That The Cat Is An Ancient, Inviolable Animal.

Love Leaped Out In Front Of Us Like A Murderer In An Alley Leaping Out Of Nowhere, And Struck Us Both At Once. As Lightning Strikes, As A Finnish Knife Strikes! She, By The Way, Insisted Afterwards That It Wasn't So, That We Had, Of Course, Loved Each Other For A Long, Long Time, Without Knowing Each Other, Never Having Seen Each Other.

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.

But Worse Things Were About To Be Found In The Bedroom: On The Jeweller’s Wife’s Ottoman, In A Casual Pose, Sprawled A Third Party- Namely, A Black Cat Of Uncanny Size, With A Glass Of Vodka In One Paw And A Fork, On Which He Had Managed To Spear A Pickled Mushroom, In The Other. , The Master And Magarita