I hope that when he smiles at me He does not guess my joy and pain, For if he did, he is too kind To ever look my way again.

There is no sign of leaf or bud, A hush is over everything - Silent as women wait for love, The world is waiting for the spring.

The greenish sky glows up in misty reds, The purple shadows turn to brick and stone, The dreams wear thin, men turn upon their beds, And hear the milk-cart jan…

With the man I love who loves me not I walked in the street-lamps' flare - But oh, the girls who can ask for love In the lights of Union Square.

To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart.

'Your novel has been read,' Woland began, turning to the master, 'and the only thing said about it was that, unfortunately, it is not finished. So, then, I wan…

Sic ego nec sine te nec tecum vivere possum.