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ButelkÄ™ mineralnej – poprosiÅ' Berlioz. -Mineralnej nie ma – odpowiedziaÅ'a kobieta w budce i z niejasnych powodów obraziÅ'a siÄ™.

Tea is not vodka, it is impossible to drink it a lot

I was helping the firemen, Messire," replied Korovyev, indicating his ripped trousers. "Ah, if that's the case, then of course, a new building will have to be built.

There's no need for you to intercede for him, Margarita, because the one with whom he so sought to talk has already interceded for him.

The monthly magazine Moskva, otherwise a rather cautious and quiet publication, carried the first part of The Master and Margarita in its November 1966 issue.

Bulgakov began work on the first version of the novel early in 1929, or possibly at the end of 1928.

These words, which do not appear in the definitive text, tell us how painfully Bulgakov weighed the question of cowardice and guilt in considering the fate of his hero, and how we should understand the ending of the final

And who's going to pay the rent—Pushkin?

The thought that there is no greater misfortune in the world than the loss of reason? Yes

Where else can such wrecks as you and I find help except from the supernatural?

It is interesting to note that Margarita's soul was in perfect shape.

the time? Do you call everyone that?" "Everyone," answered the prisoner. "There are no bad people in the world.

My previous notes must sound somewhat hysterical. In fact there is nothing particularly unusual or alarming about my condition. It does not in the least affect my capacity to work.

A suspicion that he was not as blind as he seemed flashed through my mind, and in vain I tried to assure myself that it is impossible to simulate a cataract.

Tomas did not realize at the time that metaphors are dangerous. Metaphors are not to be trifled with. A single metaphor can give birth to love.

The novel is not the author's confession; it is an investigation of human life in the trap the world has become

The history of music is mortal, but the idiocy of the guitar is eternal.

She fixed him with a long careful, searching stare that was not devoid of irony's intelligent sparkle

As I have pointed out before, characters are not born like people, of woman; they are born of a situation, a sentence, a metaphor containing in a nutshell a basic human possibility that the author thinks no one else has discovered or said something essential about. But isn't it true that an author can write only about himself?

For a novelist, a given historic situation is an anthropologic laboratory in which he explores his basic question: What is human existence?

The stupidity of people comes from having an answer for everything. The wisdom of the novel comes from having a question for everything.

Of course, uniformity rules everywhere. But in this park it has a wider choice of uniforms. So you can hold on to the illusion of your own individuality.

The characters in my novels are my own unrealized possibilities. that is why I am equally fond of them all and equally horrified by them. Each one has crossed a border that I myself have circumvented.

I have said before that metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.