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Who ever told you there is no such thing in the world as real, true, everlasting love? May the liar have his despicable tongue cut out!

Ale pan nie jest Dostojewskim – powiedzia?a zbita z tropu przez Korowiowa obywatelka. -Sk?d to mo?na wiedzie?, sk?d to mo?na wiedzie?! - odrzek? Korowiow. -Dostojewski umar? – o?wiadczy?a obywatelka, ale jako? niezbyt pewnie. -Protestuj?! - gor?co zawo?a? Behemot. - Dostojewski jest nie?miertelny!

snow, the Dnieper Ã¢â'¬Â¦ there's no more beautiful city in the world than Kiev.

i g?o?no, rado?nie oznajmi?: - Utn? panu g?ow?!

ZaÅ›wiadcza siÄ™ niniejszym, ?e okaziciel niniejszego zaÅ›wiadczenia, NikoÅ'aj Iwanowicz, spÄ™dziÅ' wy?ej wymienionÄ… noc na balu u szatana, gdzie zostaÅ' zaanga?owany jako Å›rodek lokomocji... otwórz, Hella, nawias, a w nawiasie napisz "wieprz". Podpisano – Behemot.

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

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.

and with the words, unsuitable somehow for a serious matter, "Eins, zwei, drei!" he laid out five wads of nice new banknotes for the Chairman.

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

He's clever, thought Ivan. You have to admit, there are some smart people even among the intelligentsia. No denying that!

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.

One must admit that even among intellectuals there are sometimes highly intelligent men; this cannot be denied. (100)

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

What do you wish And was astonished, not recognizing his own voice. And what was said in a treble; the do you in a basso; and wish did not come out at all. (85)

Thou art a black God! I curse Thee, God of thieves, their soul and protector! (191)

Do you know, Princess, said I with a shade of annoyance, that one should never spurn a repentant sinner, for out of sheer desperation he may become twice as sinful . . .

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.

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

Between the approximation of the idea and the precision of reality there was a small gap of the unimaginable, and it was this hiatus that gave him no rest.

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