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                                    Yes, man is mortal, but that would be only half the trouble. The worst of it is that he's sometimes unexpectedly mortal - there's the trick!                                
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                                    But why don't you take him with you into the light?
He does not deserve the light, he deserves peace — Mikhail Bulgakov
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				He does not deserve the light, he deserves peace — Mikhail Bulgakov
				                                                            
                                    To speak the truth is easy and pleasant.                                
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                                    No documents, no person.                                
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                                    In short, you sensed that she was there, Moscow, right there, around the turn, and about to heave herself upon you and engulf you.                                
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                                    I don't have any special talents, just an ordinary desire to live like a human being.                                
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                                    Better not sit on a hedgehog if you're naked." ~ Russian Author Mikhail Bulgakov ~ The White Guard 1925                                
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                                    Once more and for the last time, the moon flashed above and broke into pieces, and then everything went black.                                
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                                    Nobody should be whipped. Remember that, once and for all. Neither man nor animal can be influenced by anything but suggestion.                                
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                                    A dog's spirit dies hard.                                
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                                    He's clever,' thought Ivan,' I must admit there are some smart people even among the intelligentsia                                
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                                    No one's fate is of any interest to you except your own.                                
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                                    Just like a murderer jumps of nowhere in an ally, love jumped out in front of us and struck us both at once                                
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                                    Obedient to constraint, I was compelled to submit                                
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                                    No ID, no person                                
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                                    He was coming to understand he could not come to rectify anything in his life, only forget.                                
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                                    She had a passion for anyone who did something top-notch.                                
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                                    What would your good do if evil didn't exist, and what would the earth look like if all the shadows disappeared?                                
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                                    Twelve men conducted the investigation, gathering as on a knitting-needle the accursed stitches of this complicated case all over Moscow.                                
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                                    Cowardice is the most terrible of vices.                                
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                                    Foreign visitors ... how impressed you all are with foreign visitors! But they come in many different varieties.                                
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                                    The dog rose on his hind legs in front of Philip Philipovich and performed obeisance to him.                                
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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!                                
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                                    Not causing trouble, not touching anything, fixing the primus.                                
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                                    Manuscripts do not burn.                                
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                                    Snow, the Dnieper  ...  there's no more beautiful city in the world than Kiev.                                
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                                    His swearing is methodical, continuous, and apparently entirely senseless.                                
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                                    He who never hurries is always on time.                                
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                                    Annushka has already bought the sunflower oil, and has not only bought it, but has already spilled it.                                
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                                    "We speak different languages, as usual," responded Woland, "but this does not change the things we speak about. Well? ... "                                
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                                    And a fact is the most stubborn thing in the world.                                
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                                    The darkness that had come in from the Mediterranean covered the city so detested by the procurator ...                                
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                                    Why bother to learn to read when you can smell meat a mile away? Chapter 2                                
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                                    Have just been run over by tram-car at Patriarch's Ponds funeral Friday three pm come. Berlioz.                                
                                                        — Mikhail Bulgakov
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    In the first few seconds an aching sadness wrenched his heart, but it soon gave way to a feeling of sweet disquiet, the excitement of gypsy wanderlust                                
                                                        — Mikhail Bulgakov
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Remove the document - and you remove the man.                                
                                                        — Mikhail Bulgakov
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Man is mortal, and as the professor so rightly said mortality can come so suddenly                                
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                                    The time had come to act, to drink the bitter cup of responsibility.                                
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                                    Literature has become my life.                                
                                                        — Mikhail Bulgakov
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Happiness is like good health: when you have it, you don't notice it. But as the years go by, oh, the memories, the memories of happiness past!                                
                                                        — Mikhail Bulgakov
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    For some reason, cats are usually addressed familiarly, though no cat has ever drunk bruderschaft with anyone.                                
                                                        — Mikhail Bulgakov
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    She had a passion for all people who did anything to perfection.                                
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                                    I challenge you to a duel! screamed the cat, sailing over their heads on the swinging chandelier.                                
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                                    The most amazing combinations can result if you shuffle the pack enough.                                
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                                    There is absolutely no necessity to learn how to read; meat smells a mile off, anyway.                                
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                                    Pogroms were whipped up every minute and people were murdered daily, especially Jews of course.                                
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                                    Man is mortal and, as has rightly been said, unexpectedly mortal.                                
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                                    You should never ask anyone for anything. Never- and especially from those who are more powerful than yourself.                                
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                                    There is no greater misfortune in the world than the loss of reason.                                
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                                    Then he hung up, the scoundrel!                                
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                                    But this is what disturbs me: if there is no God, then, the question is, who is in control of man's life and the whole order of things on earth?                                
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                                    The whole horror of the situation is that he now has a human heart, not a dog's heart. And about the rottenest heart in all creation!                                
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                                    She gave a little jump and hung in the air a little way above the rug, then she slowly began to be drawn downwards and dropped ..                                
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                                    Do I express my thoughts lucidly?
I think I do.
What is my life? An absurdity. — Mikhail Bulgakov
                                				
        		        				I think I do.
What is my life? An absurdity. — Mikhail Bulgakov
				                                                            
                                    Cowardice is the greatest sin.                                
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                                    The tongue may hide the truth but the eyes - never!                                
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                                    If it is true that cowardice is the most grave vice, then the dog, at least, is not guilty of it.                                
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                                    It's nice to hold on to a holiday midnight a little longer than usual                                
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                                    love leaped out at us like a murderer jumping out of a dark alley.                                
                                                        — Mikhail Bulgakov
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Azazello begged her not to worry, assuring her that he had seen not only naked women but also women with their skin flayed clean off                                
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                                    Am I to follow him?" the master enquired uneasily, with a touch on his reins.
"No," answered Woland, "why try to pursue what is completed? — Mikhail Bulgakov
                                				
        		        				"No," answered Woland, "why try to pursue what is completed? — Mikhail Bulgakov
				                                                            
                                    One can find time for everything if one is never in a hurry,' explained his host didactically. Chapter 3                                
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                                    Everything will turn out right, the world is built on that.                                
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                                    I'm a specialist in black magic                                
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                                    Everyone listened to this amusing narrative with great interest, and the moment that Behemoth concluded it, they all shouted in unison: 'Lies!                                
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                                    Why try to pursue what is completed?                                
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                                    I'll go to bed, forget myself in sleep.                                
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                                    Why do smart people exist, if not to figure out convoluted problems?                                
                                                        — Mikhail Bulgakov