Book: The master and Margarita. Page 5

Just think, the binomial theorem!

Now from reliable hands of the learned, 'answered the barman,' that in February of next year will die from liver cancer. I beg you to stop.

- Well, of course it is not the amount - indulgent Woland said to his guest, - although, indeed, it is, in fact, you do not need. When you die?
Here the barman became indignant.
- It is nobody knows and nobody's business, ' he replied.

The cat was removed from the mirrored table glasses thick horn-rimmed glasses, put them on the face, which became even more impressive and pulled out from the Bouncing hands Poplavsky's passport.
"I wonder: will I fainted or not?" thought Poplavsky.

I'm broken, I'm bored, and I want to the basement.

She came to me every day, and wait for her I started in the morning. The expectation is expressed that I was moving on the table objects.

The most interesting thing in this lies the fact that it is - a lie from first word to the last.

I didn't say give, I said show me.

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...

I know, I can't bear noise, disturbance, violence or anything like that. I particularly hate the sound of people screaming, whether it's a scream of pain, anger or any other kind of scream.

Pants the cat does not rely, Messire. I do not order me to wear the boots? Puss in boots happens only in fairy tales, Messire. But have You ever seen someone at a ball without a tie? I do not intend to be in a comic situation and risk being pushed in the neck!

... Success wish you would not, because the success is not in the least believe.

Ah, Messire, my wife, if only she had twenty times risked to remain a widow. But, fortunately, Messire, I'm not married, and I have to tell you - happy not being married. Ah, Messire, is it possible to exchange idle freedom to an oppressive yoke!

I felt the sadness before a long journey. Isn't it true, Messire, it is quite natural, even when one knows that at the end of this road waiting for his happiness?