, in which he continues to believe , he will at some point understand , what is a comedy, but in embert’smanuscript burns down the monarchy itself. well, that's a different story. the world is a library. this is our work there, probably these are manuscripts, how do we not know whether this will become a book, whether it will be included in the world library? yes, these are the manuscripts they are burning, natasha, as a convinced neoplatonian, i believe that the manuscripts are burning, but , of course, shadows remain on the walls of the cave, that is , our work is for eternity, and the manuscripts are burning, no matter what woland bulgakov says. well, let's listen to the song the hand of the writemill. now is the time of fire, don’t let me in, i’m like rusting poetry, but here the invisible one is waiting. be careful what kind of help door remove yourself they didn’t say, but they really say it. and a step back won't change. he is my friends. oh my enemies. how beautifully they burn. they also say, we won, it's a cigar they didn't tell you, but they're telling the truth. and don’t take

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continues to believe, he will at some point understand , what is comedy, but in the monastery of emberts probably manuscripts, how do we not know whether this will become a book, whether it will be included in the world library? yes, these manuscripts are burning, natasha, as a convinced neoplatonian, i believe that the manuscripts are burning, but , of course, shadows remain on the walls of the cave, that is , our work is for eternity, and the manuscripts are burning, no matter what woland bulgakov says. well, let's listen to the song of the manuscript mill. now is the time of fire, don’t let me in, i’m definitely rusty poems, but here the invisible one waits. be careful as it doesn't touch much. my midnight double he comes to you fall with her and the doctor and the beast walk along my strict log i keep this victim until the door closes. they didn’t tell you to leave, but they really mean it and a step back won’t change. he is my friends oh my enemies how beautiful it is. rukovesina didn’t tell you, but they ’re telling the truth. and don’t take a step back, my friends. oh, my enemies