Character: Voland. Page 1

He looked at Berlioz as if he was going to make him a suit, muttered through his teeth something like: "One, two ... Mercury in the second house... the moon is gone... six is misfortune... evening - seven..." - and loudly and joyfully announced: - Your head will be cut off!

<...> I do not argue, our options are quite large, they are much more than thought by some not very keen people...
So much more - I could not resist and put the cat, apparently proud of these opportunities.
- Shut up, damn you! Said Woland, and continued, turning to Margarita: 'but just what is the point to do what is supposed to do different, as I put it, Department? So, I will not do that, and you make yourself.
- Is in my opinion going to be?
Ironically Azazello squinted curve of the eye to Margarita and quietly shook his red head and snorted.
- Yes please, that's torture, ' muttered Woland, and, turning the globe, began peering into some detail on it, apparently working on another case during the conversation with Margaret.

Each Agency should go about their business.

It's clear that even the most ordinary brick just like that, ever, to anybody did not fall.

- Excuse me, condescending grin, replied the Professor - who-who, and you should know that precisely nothing of what is written in the Gospels, did not happen ever, and if we start to refer to the gospel as a historical source... - he smiled once more, and Berlioz stopped short, because virtually the same thing he was talking to a Homeless guy, walking with the Bronnaya towards the Patriarch's ponds.

One, one, I'm always alone...

I like to sit low, low, not just too much.

Again started some nonsense - said Voland.
- Listen and continue - said the cat.

But, 'continued the stranger, unabashed amazement Berlioz and addressing the poet,' sending him to Solovki is impossible for the reason that it is already a little over a hundred years is in places considerably more remote than Solovki, and to extract it therefrom in any way it is impossible, I assure you!

Sit down immediately and stop this verbal some text.

How can control a man if he not only is deprived opportunities to make any plan at least for ridiculously short term, well, years, say, in a thousand, but cannot even vouch for his own tomorrow?

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

In a white cloak with blood-red lining shuffling cavalryman early in the morning fourteenth of the spring month of Nissan to the covered colonnade between the two wings of the Palace of Herod the Great came the Procurator of Judea, Pontius Pilate.