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You're not Dostoevsky,' said the citizeness, who was getting muddled.
'Well, who knows,' he replied.
'Dostoevsky's dead,' said the citizeness, but somehow not very confidently
'I protest!', Behemoth (cat) exclaimed hotly. 'Dostoevsky's immortal!'
Your identification cards, citizens,' said citizeness.
Good gracious, this is getting ridiculous! A writer is defined by not any identity card, but by what he writes.

There was now a white bow-tie on the cat's neck, and a pair of ladies' mother-of-pearl opera glasses hung from a strap on his neck. What's more, the cat's whiskers were gilded.
'Why have you gilded your whiskers'? exclaimed Woland. And what the devil now you need the bow tie for when you are not even wearing trousers?
'A cat is not supposed to wear trousers', replied the cat with great dignity.

He muttered 'Fool!' to Margarita Nikolaevna's back.
'Scoundrel!' she replied, turning, and straight away heard the rehead's voice behind her.

"He cursed himself, calling out meaningless words, growled and spat, abused his father and mother for bringing a fool into the world. Seeing that curses and abuse had no effect ....demanded an immediate miracle from God."

'I'm telling you, he's capricious as devil knows what!' He doesn't like hotels. 'Believe me, they wring the soul right out of you! They come and either spy on you like the lowest son of a bitch, or else torment you with their caprices -- this isn't right and that isn't right!
(Pg 98)

'Police?' Ivan shouted into the receiver. Comrade officer-on-duty, give orders at once for five motorcycles with machine guns to be sent out to catch the foreign consultant. Come and pick me up, I'll go with you . . . It's the poet Homeless speaking from the madhouse* . . .
* referring to psychiatrist clinic
Pg 70