Mikhail Afanasievich Bulgakov. The master and Margarita (№ 29188)

But only disappeared the dirty snow from the sidewalks and roadways, only pulled the window gnilovaty restless wind of spring, Margarita Nikolaevna began to miss the forest than in the winter. She cried often in secret for a long and bitter weeping. She didn't know who she loves: living or dead? And the farther was desperate days, more often, and especially in twilight, she thought about how she connected with the dead.
It was either forget it, or die. Because it is impossible to lead such a life. Impossible! Forget it, whatever it takes - to forget! But he is not forgotten, that the mountain in it.