Difficult Folk, These Women!

Manuscripts Don't Burn.

The Procurator Studied The New Arrival With Avid, And Slightly Fearful Eyes. It Was The Kind Of Look One Gives Someone One Has Heard Of And Thought A Lot About, And Whom One Is Meeting For The First Time.

Cowardice Is The Greatest Sin.

Is That Vodka?" Margarita Asked Weakly. The Cat Jumped Up In His Seat With Indignation. "i Beg Pardon, My Queen," He Rasped, "would I Ever Allow Myself To Offer Vodka To A Lady? This Is Pure Alcohol!

Margarita Was Never Short Of Money. She Could Buy Whatever She Liked. Her Husband Had Plenty Of Interesting Friends. Margarita Never Had To Cook. Margarita Knew Nothing Of The Horrors Of Living In A Shared Flat. In Short... Was She Happy? Not For A Moment.