Manuscripts Do Not Burn.

This Twenty-year-old Boy Was Distinguished From Childhood By Strange Qualities, A Dreamer And An Eccentric. A Girl Fell In Love With Him, And He Went And Sold Her To A Brothel.

I Challenge You To A Duel!” Screamed The Cat, Sailing Over Their Heads On The Swinging Chandelier.

Love Leaped Out In Front Of Us Like A Murderer In An Alley Leaping Out Of Nowhere, And Struck Us Both At Once. As Lightning Strikes, As A Finnish Knife Strikes! She, By The Way, Insisted Afterwards That It Wasn't So, That We Had, Of Course, Loved Each Other For A Long, Long Time, Without Knowing Each Other, Never Having Seen Each Other.

Second Freshness - That's What Is Nonsense! There Is Only One Freshness - The First - And It Is Also The Last. And If Sturgeon Is Of The Second Freshness, That Means It Is Simply Rotten.

You Were Right," Said The Master Impressed By The Neatness Of Korovyov's Work, "when You Said: No Documents, No Person. So That Means I Don't Exist Since I Don't Have Any Documents.