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To: Wharf Rat who wrote (27346)	12/20/2009 9:10:16 PM
From: average joe	1 Recommendation Respond to of 36921

I walked by Bulgakov's house two years ago in Kiev on my way to the Pechersk Lavra. "You belong to the lowest possible stage of development,' Philip Philipovich shouted him down. 'You are still in the formative stage. You are intellectually weak, all your actions are purely bestial. Yet you allow yourself in the presence of two university-educated men to offer advice, with quite intolerable familiarity, on a cosmic scale and of quite cosmic stupidity, on the redistribution of wealth . . . and at the same time you eat toothpaste . . ." lib.ru lib.ru

To: Wharf Rat who wrote (27346)	12/20/2009 9:13:56 PM
From: average joe	Respond to of 36921

"Passport!'barked the cat, holding out a plump paw. Understanding nothing and seeing nothing except the two sparks burning in the cat's eyes, Poplavsky snatched the passport from his pocket like a dagger. The cat picked up a pair of glasses in thick black frames from the pier-glass table, put them on his muzzle, thus acquiring a still more imposing air, and took the passport from Poplavsky's twitching hand. 'I wonder, am I going to faint or not? ...' thought Poplavsky. From far away came Koroviev's snivelling, the whole front hall filled with the smell of ether, valerian and some other nauseating vileness. 'What office issued this document?' the cat asked, peering at the page. No answer came. `The 412th,' the cat said to himself, tracing with his paw on the passport, which he was holding upside down. 'Ah, yes, of course! I know that office, they issue passports to anybody. Whereas I, for instance, wouldn't issue one to the likes of you! Not on your life I wouldn't! I'd just take one look at your face and instantly refuse!' The cat got so angry that he flung the passport on the floor. `Your presence at the funeral is cancelled,' the cat continued in an official voice. 'Kindly return to your place of residence.' And he barked through the door 'Azazello!" masterandmargarita.eu