The Tongue May Hide The Truth But

You Are Not Dostoevsky,' Said The Woman... 'you Never Can Tell...' He Answered. 'dostoevsky Is Dead,' The Woman Said, A Bit Uncertainly. 'i Protest!' He Said With Heat, 'dostoevsky Is Immortal!

No One's Fate Is Of Any Interest To You Except Your Own.

You Pronounced Your Words As If You Don’t Acknowledge The Shadows, Or The Evil Either. Would You Be So Kind As To Give A Little Thought To The Question Of What Your Good Would Be Doing If Evil Did Not Exist, And How The Earth Would Look If The Shadows Were To Disappear From It?

Don't Be Afraid, Queen ... Don't Be Afraid, Queen, The Blood Has Long Since Gone Into The Earth. And Where It Was Spilled, Grapevines Are Already Growing.

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.