hello wanderer

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!

You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

All moanday, tearsday, wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till the fear of the Law.

'Dostoevsky's dead,' said the citizeness, but somehow not very confidently. 'I protest!' Behemoth exclaimed hotly. 'Dostoevsky is immortal!”