Wednesday, April 14, 2010

The Wicked Woman

Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita pg. 206
“…Once upon a time there was a lady. She had no children, and no happiness either. And at first she cried for a long time, but then she became wicked…” Margarita fell silent, and took her hand away—the boy was sleeping.”

Our plans never turn out like we suppose them to. Ah but that is life, endless possibilities. We must be willing to let go of everything, in that moment can we gain anything.

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