"Any visitor, assuming, of course, that he wasn’t a total dimwit, having made into Griboyedov, immediately realized how well the lucky ones lived- the members of MASSOLIT - and immediately a dark envy began to torment him. And just as immediately he directed bitter curses at the heavens that they had not, upon his birth, gifted him literary talents, without which, obviously, there was no point in even dreaming about owning the MASSOLIT membership pass: brown, smelling of expensive leather, with a thick gold border- a pass well-known throughout Moskva."
-The Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov (translated by yours truly)














