Mikhail Bulgakov. The master and Margarita (№ 445950)

Yes, I would not advise you to go to the clinic, - the artist continued, - what's the point of dying in the ward under the groans and wheezing of hopeless patients. Wouldn't it be better to arrange a feast for these twenty-seven thousand and, having taken poison, move to the sound of strings, surrounded by drunken beauties and dashing friends?