Mikhail Afanasievich Bulgakov. The master and Margarita (№ 104325)

It's over, - a weak voice said the cat, and languidly stretched in a bloody puddle, - depart from me for a second, let me get off the ground. Oh, my friend Azazello! - moaned the cat, bleeding profusely, where are you? the cat started dying eyes towards the door to the dining room, you didn't come to my aid in the moment of unequal battle. You left poor Behemoth, exchanging him for a glass of really good cognac! Well, let my death be on your conscience but I'll bequeath you my Browning...