"Margarita walked up to the table and leaned on it. Woland beckoned her, as before, to sit beside him on the bed. ' Well, was it very exhausting? ' enquired Woland. ' Oh no, messire,' replied Margarita in a scarcely audible voice. ' Noblesse oblige,' remarked the cat, pouring out a glassful of clear liquid for Margarita.
'Is that vodka? ' Margarita asked weakly. The cat jumped up from its chair in indignation. ' Excuse me, your majesty,' he squeaked, ' do you think I would give vodka to a lady? That is pure spirit!' Margarita smiled and tried to push away the glass. ' Drink it up,' said Woland and Margarita at once picked up the glass.
'Sit down, Hella,' ordered Woland, and explained to Margarita : ' The night of the full moon is a night of celebration, and I dine in the company of my close friends and my servants. Well, how do you feel? How did you find that exhausting ball? '
'Shattering! ' quavered Koroviev. ' They were all charmed, they all fell in love with her, they were all crushed! Such tact, such savoir-faire, such fascination, such charm!"
Mikhail Bulgakov. The Master and Margarita