Character: Kot Begemot. Page 1

Let me, Maitre, <...> to whistle before a race at the end.

That cut the wood, I would like to serve as a conductor in the tram, and even worse this work is nothing else.

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

The only thing that can save the mortally wounded cat is a SIP of gasoline.

- 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!

Remiz, ' said the cat, Hooray! And here he is, setting aside the Primus, grabbed from behind Browning.

With me hardly the hysterics did not, ' added the cat, licking a spoonful of caviar.

Silent, silent... Consider me not a cat, a fish, only leave my ear.

- The situation is serious but not hopeless, ' replied the Behemoth - more than that: I have complete confidence in ultimate victory. It is good to analyze the situation.

- I powdered moustache, that's all! Another conversation was if I shaved! Shaved cat is really a disgrace, a thousand times willing to admit it.
... And the cat of resentment was so swollen that it seemed a second, and it burst.

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...

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!

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 sit down, - said the cat, sitting down, but will object against the latest. My speech is not imagine some text, as you deign to speak in the presence of ladies, and the string is firmly linked syllogisms that might appreciate such connoisseurs as Sextus Empiricist, Marcian Chapel, and what kind, and Aristotle himself.