Book: The Golden calf

But keep in mind, dear Shura, a gift I do not intend to feed. For each vitamin, which I'll feed you, I will require a number of minor services.

Geographer mad quite suddenly: one day he looked at the map of both hemispheres, and found on it the Bering Strait. All day the old teacher searched the map. Everything was in place: and new Faundlend, and the Suez canal and Madagascar and the sandwich Islands with the main city of Honolulu, and even the volcano Popocatepetl, and the Bering Strait was absent. And then, from the map, the old man started. <...> According to the authors the information on the map, which brought to mind a poor geographer, the Bering Strait do not. No Strait was caused by the stupidity of the publishing house "the Book and the pole."

Ostap winked at Balaganov. Balaganov winked at Panikovsky. Panikovsky winked at Kozlevich. And although the honest Kozlevich exactly understood nothing, he too began to blink with both eyes.
And for a long time in a hotel room, "carlsbad" was a friendly comparison, accompanied by laughter, the clatter of languages, and even jumping out of the red plush chairs.

- You're a female, Barbara, - sticky it ached. - You public girl!
- Basilius, you fool! - calmly replied the wife.
Wolf you - continued Lokhankin in the same drawling tone. - I despise you. A lover leaving me. By ptiburdukov me leave. By now you ptiburdukov worthless, vile, leaving me. So whom are you leaving me! You want to indulge in lust with him. Wolf is old and nasty though.
Reveling in his grief, Lokhankin didn't even notice that tells iambic pentameter, although never not write poems and did not like to read them.

"Ah," said Lokhankin soulful - because in the end who knows! Maybe it should be! Maybe that this is the great homespun truth!
- Homespun? - thoughtfully repeated Bender. - It's homespun, homespun and old-fashioned?

In the big world people are motivated by the desire to benefit humanity. Small world is far from such lofty matters. Its inhabitants desire one thing - somehow live without experiencing hunger.

What do not only people!

In the grass screaming small bird bastard.

- I'm not a surgeon, - said Ostap. - I'm a neurologist, I'm a psychiatrist. I study the souls of their patients. And for some reason I always get very silly soul.

- The pocket money is not necessary to think, - said Ostap, they are lying on the road, and we're going to pick up as needed.

Rio de Janeiro is the delicate dream of my childhood, do not touch it with their feet.

But you are bursting wings for no reason.

It is your money I'll bring, on a silver platter with a blue border.

What do I look like a man who can be relatives?