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'To Woland! ' exclaimed Margarita, raising her glass.
All three put their lips to the glasses and drank a large mouthful. Immediately the light began to fade before the master's eyes, his breath came in gasps and he felt the end coming. He could just see Margarita, deathly pale, helplessly stretch out her arms towards him, drop her head on to the table and then slide to the floor.
'Poisoner . . .' the master managed to croak. He tried to snatch the knife from the table to stab Azazello, but his hand slithered lifelessly from the tablecloth, everything in the basement seemed to turn black and then vanished altogether. He collapsed sideways, grazing his forehead on the edge of the bureau as he fell.

Mikhail Bulgakov
The Master and Margarita

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'To Woland! ' exclaimed Margarita, raising her glass.
All three put their lips to the glasses and drank a large mouthful. Immediately the light began to fade before the master's eyes, his breath came in gasps and he felt the end coming. He could just see Margarita, deathly pale, helplessly stretch out her arms towards him, drop her head on to the table and then slide to the floor.
'Poisoner . . .' the master managed to croak. He tried to snatch the knife from the table to stab Azazello, but his hand slithered lifelessly from the tablecloth, everything in the basement seemed to turn black and then vanished altogether. He collapsed sideways, grazing his forehead on the edge of the bureau as he fell.

Mikhail Bulgakov
The Master and Margarita