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Hapless Visitors
Maximilian Andreevich Poplavsky,
no. 50. As
‘Hella,
‘In ward four of the clinic of the First MSU,’ replied the barman.
The professor categorically maintained that presently, at least for the given moment, the barman had no symptoms of cancer,
as if operating with a cat’s paw,
saw no banknotes there but only three labels from bottles of Abrau-Durso wine.
‘Devil knows what’s going on!’ Kuzmin muttered,
In the place where the labels had been there sat an orphaned black kitten
Xenia Nikitishna
Marya Alexandrovna.
Everything’s in order!’ the professor told himself,
The sparrow meanwhile sat on the presentation inkstand, shat in it (I’m not joking!),
broke the glass to smithereens, and only then flew out the window.
man’s mouth, crooked, stretching from ear to ear, with a single fang.
What other prodigies occurred in Moscow that night we do not know and certainly will not try to find out
this truthful narrative.
Margarita
Margarita Nikolaevna.
Margarita was the wife of a very prominent specialist,
In short ... she was happy? Not for one minute!
What did she need, this witch with a slight cast in one eye,
I, the truthful narrator,
the thought come to her that she was bound to a dead man.
She had either to forget him or to die herself.
On that same day when all sorts of absurd turmoil took place,
Margarita woke up at around noon in her bedroom
‘I believe!’ Margarita whispered solemnly. ‘I believe! Something will happen!
The dream that Margarita had dreamed that night was indeed unusual.
The dream was of a place unknown
Joyless, destitute, half-naked trees.
devil knows what it was!
This dream means only one of two things,‘
everything was turning out very luckily, and one must know how to catch such lucky moments and take advantage of them.
Margarita held in her hands an old brown leather album
rereading that which, after the burning, had neither beginning nor end:
the dread Antonia Tower
the Hasmonaean Palace
Yershalaim
The beautiful Natasha, her housemaid,
bang — everybody turned out to be naked!
‘you, a literate, intelligent girl