Gods, my gods! How sas the earth is at eventide! How mysterious are the mists over swamps. Anyone who has wandered in these mists, who has suffered a great deal before death, or flown above the eartb, beaeinga burden beyond his strength knows this. Someone who is exhuasteed knows this. And without regret he forsakesof death with a light heart, knowing that death alone... [would calm him]

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Mikhail Bulgakov, Excerpt from The Master and Margarita [continued by his wife...]