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!

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!

– Mikhail Bulgakov –

The Master and Margarita

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