Character: Koroviev's (Fagot)

No, I can't... I'll go and take three hundred drops of essential valerian. <...> I'll go to bed. Forget about sleep...

- Oh, well, well ...

“Like pineapples in greenhouses,” said Behemoth.

His Excellency
Loved poultry
And took under the protection of
Pretty girls!!!

There are things which are absolutely invalid, nor caste walls, or even borders between States.

Citizens! What is done? Eh? Let me ask you about it! Poor man all day very mending Primus; he was hungry... and where did he get the money? Where? I am asking you a question! He Istomin hunger and thirst. He's hot. Well, I took a test on poor Mandarin. And all-the price of the Mandarin penny. And here they are really whistling like spring nightingales in the woods, disturbing the police, detach it from the case.

- You are not Dostoevsky, ' said the citizen, confusing Koroviev.
- Well, who knows, who knows, - he replied.
- Dostoevsky died, - said the citizen, but somehow not very confidently.
- Protesting passionately exclaimed Hippo. - Dostoevsky is immortal!

... However, after a few hours he began very much to want to drink, then he went to bed and through the day a beautiful Neapolitan, makarivska her husband's soup was free as a spring breeze.

Nothing can be nastier than when I came the first guest knocks, not knowing what to do, while his lawful shrew of a whisper nags him because they arrived first. Such balls should be thrown in the trash Queen.

To whistle, do not argue, - condescendingly said Koroviev, do the whistle, but, to speak impartially, to whistle very average!

Honey, the fact of the thing that closed! That's the whole point! And outdoor subject can get every!

Just think, the binomial theorem!