Мастер и Маргарита /The Master and Margarita

was toppling in a dry mist somewhere down beyond the Garden Ring Road,

lain there until Korovyev, making fun of him, had rammed a felt hat onto him and sent him to the Moscow aerodrome, suggesting beforehand to the representatives of the CID meeting him that Styopa was climbing out of an aeroplane that had flown in from Sevastopol. True, the Yalta

But I feel sorry for you, Margot, that s the whole

the hour of the hot spring sunset at Patriarch’s Ponds two citizens

confirmed counterfeiter, a traitor to his country, but not at all a bad alchemist. Became famous,” Korovyev whispered in Margarita’s ear, “for poisoning the king’s mistress. And that doesn’t happen to everyone, after all! Look how handsome he is!”