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Hey! Hey! Comrade Latunsky, open the door!

No need to blather on about anything!

What's going on here?

You're flooding us, wolfish tualis!

When will the house finally become peaceful?

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, little one. It was the boys who broke the glass.

Aunt!

A?

And where are you?

And I'm not here. I'm dreaming of you. You lie down, put

put your hand under your cheek, and I'll tell you a story.

There was an aunt in the world, and she had no children.

And there was no happiness either.

And so at first she cried a lot, and then she became angry.

Margarita put the hammer on the windowsill and flew out of the window.

There was a commotion near the house. On the asphalt sidewalk,

strewn with broken glass, people were running and shouting something.

People shouted.

People. In the opposite houses, in all the windows,

dark silhouettes of residents appeared, trying to understand...

You keep writing and writing.

At least about love...

But not only.

Go and become younger.

Oh, it's good that it's about love.

Are you there too, Praskov Fyodorovna?

Oh, what are you saying?

Is there Dr. Stravinsky?

Necessarily.

How can we live without it?

He has a whole line of patients there.

With which ones? With you, perhaps?

With one proletarian poet.

Lately, every patient is a poet.

We don't have a crazy person at home.

Gorky keeps talking on the radio.

Union of Writers.

At least let me read it later. I wonder what you're scribbling about us there.

Definitely. I'll just finish. Not much time left.

That's how it is.

Okay, okay, rest.

Oh, you're a slob.

Well, well.

Oh, he keeps writing and writing.

Sleep crept up on the poet.

Suddenly the grate silently moved to the side...

and a mysterious figure appeared on the balcony...

bathed in the full light of the moon...

and threatened Ivan with her finger.

You can sit down.

Profession?

Poet.

What is your last name?

Homeless.

So you don't like my poems?

I really don't like them.

Which ones have you read?

How did you end up here?

The thing is, a year ago I wrote about Pontius Pilate.

Are you a writer?

I am a master.

She sewed it for me with her own hands.

She?

What is your last name?

I don't have any last names anymore.

I gave up on her.

As with everything in life.

Hello.

Hello.

Sign it.

Here.

Are you interested in contemporary drama?

Listen.

Gala.

Listen.

Gala.

Well, this is the main production of the season.

I've just arrived in Moscow.

And, by the way, an actress.

I want to get a job at your theater.

This is not really my kind of theatre.

Best wishes.

Hello.

Forgive me for doing this.

You are in the writers' union.

Let's say so.

And today Sung

Ah, certainly.

Yes.

Then see you in the evening. It starts at eight.

Oh, everyone is waiting for you.

Has Efim Romanovich arrived yet?

He won't be there.

Hello.

And how are we going to do a run-through without a director?

I'll come later.

The actor has learned his lines, and you, if necessary, will correct them visually.

Magnet.

Hegemon?

The defendant from Galilee.

Hegemon.

Forward, prisoner! Forward!

So it is you, Yeshua Gano Tsri?

Did he incite the people to destroy the Temple of Jerusalem?

Good man, believe me, the Roman procurator is called Hegemon.

Got me?

Or hit you.

Anne, I speak your language, Hegemon.

Fine.

So it was you who was going to destroy the temple

building and called on the people to do so?

I am kind, I am Hegemon.

I never in my life intended to destroy a temple building.

And not to destroy anyone.

Nobody encouraged this senseless action.

You are a liar.

This is what people testify to.

These good people, Hegemon, have mixed up everything I said.

I am generally beginning to fear that this

confusion will continue for a very long time.

Stop pretending to be crazy.

There is enough written on your record to hang you.

No, no, Hegemon.

Walks.

He walks alone with parchment and writes continuously.

But one day I looked at this parchment and was horrified.

I said absolutely nothing of what was written there.

What did you say about the temple in the crowd at the market?

I, Egimon, spoke about the fact that the temple of the old faith will collapse

and a new temple of truth will be created.

What is truth?

The truth is that you have a headache.

and it hurts so much that you faintheartedly think about death.

You have lost faith in people.

But your torment will end now, your headache will go away.

Well, that's it, it's all over.

And I am extremely happy about it.

Untie his hands.

There, excuse me.

Sorry.

What?

Sorry.

What's happened?

Comrades, what's going on?

Can't you see that we're having a rehearsal here?

We were told there would be no production.

What? I don't understand anything. How can this be?

Good people, please return the props to their place.

Are you crazy?

Can't you see?

On stage is the People's Artist of the USSR.

What's happening?

We were told to take apart the scenery.

What?

And who said?

What's there?

This?

Here you go, comrade Rimsky, here are the first fresh ones.

Nikolai!

They're dismantling the scenery right now.

The play was removed from production by order

of the People's Commissariat of Education.

We passed all the commissions.

Well, don't worry, they took it off today and will return it tomorrow.

What is the reason?

I'm only on the financial side.

This is all for comrade Likhodeev.

Yes, but he doesn't have it.

He's on a business trip for now.

Again?

It's been a week and a half already.

How can I find it?

You know Pigit's house on Sadovaya.

Apartment 50.

That's all I need to know, thanks.

Come closer, you white bastard!

You've got a lot of grabs coming your way!

Swim!

I'm at Stepan Borisovich's.

Is Comrade Likhodeev not here?

Well, I was told he was here.

He is in Yalta.

It's not there.

Stepan Bogdanovich!

Crown!

He doesn't accept.

Mikhail Alexandrovich.

How did you know that I live here?

I didn't know. I'm going to Likhodeev.

We are now neighbors with him.

The theater director and your editor are in the same apartment. Is it convenient?

But he doesn't accept.

How come it doesn't accept? Of course it does.

Damn, what kind of world did they build for you?

What are we sitting here for?

The meeting is about to start.

What meeting?

Oh, that.

I just moved in recently. The previous tenants moved out somewhere.

And you'll soon be leaving, lousy intellectuals. They grabbed

three rooms for themselves. But never mind, you won't have long to chew.

This apartment is not good. Not good.

Annushka, sickly. Took the fight for the interior too close to heart.

Mikhail Alexandrovich, I was smoothly removed from the production.

The main thing is, don't worry. We are with the theater.

We always go through different departments.

If a performance is cancelled, everyone will

rush to read the play on which it was based.

And here it is, dear comrades, here it is, printed in our latest issue.

I declare to you responsibly, as the deputy chairman of the union,

If you had any problems, I would be the first to know about it.

We thank Nastasya Lukinichna for her report

on the work on the collection of sea stories.

Navigator Georges, we are really looking forward to seeing you.

The next question on the agenda.

A debate about the artistic and political component of the play "Pilate".

The author is invited to the stage.

Please sit down.

Here?

Yes.

Critic Osov Semenovich Latunsky is invited.

To begin with, I would like to remind the assembled comrades of literature,

what is the task of the union,

for Soviet criticism,

to reveal the objective, class meaning of literary works.

Now to the heart of the matter.

At a time when the party and the government are making incredible efforts to

to rid the country of harmful substances once and for all

reactionary and religious prejudices,

A member of the Union of Soviet Writers is engaged

in creating an apology for religious obscurantism.

He writes a play about Pontius Pilate and Jesus Christ.

Yes, shamefully named Intut and Yeshua Gonotsri, thereby,

Hiding behind historical material, he criticizes the Soviet government.

Allow me.

I'm not finished.

Please sit down.

I will quote this very Gonotsri.

"All power is violence against people."

What does the author want to say by this?

That the power of the proletarian dictatorship is also violence?

Yes, violence.

But forced.

And necessary.

So, in everything, comrades, “Pilate” is

a politically harmful and extremely dangerous work,

which has no place in Soviet literature.

Comrades, a little impromptu.

How did our Pilate go to work at the People's Commissariat?

Digirga!

We are Dygirga!

Comrade homeless, we have no time for impromptu now,

We have an approved meeting program.

Okay, one more small one.

Why do we need paradise? We will go to the Crimean region!

Yes, and still, regarding the housing issue,

comrades, I would like to somehow clarify it.

Poprikhin, will you calm down or should I take you out?

I'm calming down.

Thank you.

Let's continue with the award.

The floor is given to Boris Petrovich Maigel.

How did it happen that the reactionary play "Pilate"

got to the publication and then to the production?

Because there are fish on “Bezrybye” and “Pilate”!

But our task is not to ban it!

To the delight of our enemies, who are just waiting,

to show that there is supposedly no freedom of speech in the USSR.

Our task is to help the author.

To guide the author on the true path of serving the working people.

After all, as Comrade Lenin said, a smart

person is not one who does not make mistakes.

He is smart who can quickly correct them.

Comrade Maigel!

Comrade Maigel!

Excuse me?

Please, Comrade Grillos.

First of all, as the editor who allowed this play to

be published, I would like to bring to your attention

his colleagues sincerely apologized for the political shortsightedness they had shown.

Forgive me.

I propose that the entire print run of this issue be immediately withdrawn from sale.

And I am sure that with proper work we will be able to do it tomorrow

to refine the play to an ideologically correct direction.

Right!

All that remains is to hear the author's opinion.

Can I speak?

Certainly.

Please speak.

But I have already written my play.

Fine.

Why don't you use your talent to

write something that really interests Soviet readers?

Well, for example, about the labor exploits of the people.

Well, it just so happened that I didn't work on

at the plant, I didn’t go to the coalface, I didn’t mow oats.

How can I write about something I don't know?

As far as I know, you have not been to ancient Judea either.

Well, with your permission, I am a historian.

Here, write to us about the history of the revolution.

I'm afraid you won't like this either.

Comrades, I have one more little impromptu.

Comrade homeless, stop it.

Well, it's small.

The Soviet poet is not interested in Christ.

The Soviet poet is interested in the pump!

Gasification! Electrification!

Comrade!

Where are you going?

There.

You said everything correctly.

I wanted to support you, but I didn't have time.

It was powerful.

Or stupid.

How do you look at it? Dialectics.

Don't look.

If you're in a pinch, write them a novel about a collective farm.

How the face was eared.

Here you are.

I think you could whip one up in a week.

You have a resort here.

People lived.

What a fat cat.

What's your name, bourgeois?

Hippopotamus.

Your?

He comes to visit sometimes.

Just like me.

With a cautious head.

But in my communal apartment there is a schedule

use of the toilet was hung. Can you imagine?

But I’m a creative person, I can’t go to the toilet on schedule.

And you have a writer's paradise here.

After today's purgatory, I'm afraid they

won't even let me translate children's poems.

And there will be nothing to pay for paradise.

Just please don't protect yourself ahead of time. Their strength is in our fear.

In a week or two everyone will forget about everything.

You just need to distract yourself. That's it.

For example, today in the restaurant this...

Jazz.

Jazz.

I promised to carry it out.

And who?

One extremely ambitious young actress.

Who came to conquer the capital.

My favorite type.

But not mine.

I will save you.

I'll take care of it.

What wouldn't you do for a friend?

Meet!

Garnis Bink with the song "Hallelujah". Please!

POET

Good evening.

Good evening.

Good evening. I ask.

Hello.

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Meet Alaiza Magarych, screenwriter.

Fire.

Very nice.

Very nice.

Please.

Champagne?

Yes, but you know, I can’t have much, champagne makes my head spin.

I'm willing to take the risk.

Please wait for us for a few short moments.

Champagne!

Listen, I whispered, everyone is literally in shock.

There are a lot of sympathizers.

In short, an offer came up to be...

Where to be?

To a rally against censorship for freedom of literary creativity.

I sympathize, I am with you.

Thank you.

Tomorrow at ten in front of the union.

Tomorrow at ten, May Day, God forgive me, demonstration?

That's exactly it.

Please.

When else if not now?

If we remain silent now, then it will be like Dumas with everyone.

Ankula, There.

Ustus.

Un.

Mouth.

Music Fog.

We will win.

We will win.

We will conquer.

All.

Let's drink to the fact that our talent can

only our beauty can surpass it.

Oh, this is the director of your theater, right?

Misfortunes.

Yes, this is Stepan Bogdanovich.

I just need to talk to him.

Comrade, show me your ticket.

As of today it is cancelled. Please leave.

What does that mean?

Please, please.

Thank you.

Are you by any chance a writer?

I was told that this is a restaurant for writers.

Writer?

And judging by your accent, you are from Germany?

Yes, from Germany too.

And what are you doing here?

I came to see your amazing Soviet experiment.

For work or for the soul?

For me it's the same thing.

Tough day.

My play was pulled from production today.

The magazine in which it was published is withdrawn from sale.

And just now they took away my Union of Writers ID card.

Otherwise, everything is fine.

And why did this happen to you?

For what was possible yesterday, but is no longer possible today.

New country, new rules.

And what about people?

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Are they all new too?

Hm...

Н makeshift

New.

New people are just forgotten old ones.

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You know, as far as I know, not a single country in the entire history of mankind...

didn't try to get rid of God and build

a society that would preach atheism as a religion.

This should change people somehow, don't you think?

Now I can imagine how it all looks through the eyes of good bosses.

Now imagine what it looks like from there.

Or from there.

This could be a good plot for a story.

The devil, in whom no one believes, decides to personally visit Moscow.

He would have put things in order.

This will never be published.

Who should I write for?

Write so that you are not published, but reprinted.

Do you know who you remind me of?

It's time for us to go, professor.

I'm coming, comrade Koroviev.

By the way, would you like to come to the appointment with me?

Not today, if you don't mind.

Jeanne, I would like to talk to you again if I have the chance.

Think about it.

I plan to stay in Moscow for some time.

Where is everyone?

Everyone promised to come.

One for all, all for one.

They're probably sleeping off yesterday's events.

I'll come see you in a few days.

And so I walked along this May boulevard, and thoughts raced in my head.

Maybe I should start writing opera librettos?

Well, the libretto is the libretto.

I bitterly regretted that I had abandoned science

and condemned myself to an uncertain existence.

But God sees.

Love for literature alone was the reason for this.

Excuse me, can I get through there?

Otborskaya is closed until after six.

A little flower, a little plant?

I can handle it.

Maybe I should write a letter to be allowed to leave the country?

Why would they detain a writer and his works in the USSR?

which cannot exist in the USSR?

Here it is.

Yes, but the thing is...

And here is a closed one.

...on Jenkins...

...educated and educated.

...four years...

...there is no writer who would remain silent.

If he fell silent, it means he wasn’t real.

And if the real one goes silent...

will die.

War! With 이유!

Imagine that hundreds of thousands of people were walking along Tverskaya.

But I guarantee you that she saw me alone.

And she looked not so anxiously...

...and even somehow painful.

Okay. It wasn't so much her beauty that struck me,

how extraordinary, how unseen by anyone, is the loneliness in her eyes.

Do you like my flowers?

No.

Don't you like flowers at all?

I like flowers, just not like these.

What else do you love?

Sea.

The sea. I've never been there, though.

How can you love something you've never seen?

Are you a writer?

You guessed it.

And you?

Angel.

Angel.

More like a witch.

And then I realized that I never liked anyone

and I will never like you like this woman.

I knew it that same day,

when we found ourselves, not noticing the city, at the Kremlin wall,

And they talked as if they had parted yesterday.

It was as if we had known each other for many years.

Aren't you afraid to say this to a stranger?

It's easy to tell the truth.

And it's nice.

So you are a writer. What do you write?

Nothing now.

There is one new idea, but...

She is doomed.

That makes it even more interesting? Will you tell me?

This is one of my favorite places in Moscow.

But soon this too will change.

Imagine when all these great construction projects are finished,

There will be huge houses and monuments here.

And there they will launch trams along Bronnaya.

And here about the new patriarchs

literary magazine editor Mikhail Aleksandrovich Berlioz is taking a stroll

and his young friends.

That is, the companion, the poet Ivan

Panyrev, writing under the pseudonym Bezdomny.

And after the Alexander Garden I invited him to the Patriarch's Garden.

Patriarchs?

That's exactly where it all happened.

What exactly?

That's where we met him.

Consultant.

Please tell me.

They approach the sponge with water.

They want to buy narzan, but there is no narzan.

They drink apricot.

And then they meet him.

Whom?

His.

The point is that long before any Jesus, a huge number of sons were born.

Thank you.

Berlioz ordered an anti-religious poem from Bezdomny for his next book.

And now he read something like a lecture to the

poet in order to give him some instructions.

And one of these ancient historians

there is not a single mention of Christ,

although they both lived at the same time as the supposed years of his life.

There is no Eastern religion, which, as a rule,

a virgin would not have given birth to God,

Christians, without inventing anything new,

that's exactly how they created their Jesus,

who never lived.

And this is what you need to focus on.

Look, you just opened my eyes. I'll rewrite everything, everything...

Sorry.

Please.

Sorry that I...

I'm bargaining...

and without being familiar...

I allow myself...

And so the topic of your learned conversation

is so interesting that I could not...

I'll sit down for a moment.

And if...

I did not disobey, you deigned to convince me now that...

Jesus...

was not in this world.

Yes, you heard right.

That's exactly what it's about...

That's what we were talking about.

How interesting.

Did you agree with your interlocutor?

Well, all one hundred.

Amazing.

So that means you both...

atheists?

Certainly.

We are atheists.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Okay, wait.

What are you thanking him for now?

For very important information.

Which, as a traveler, I...

are extremely interesting.

What then is the evidence for the existence of God?

In which, as is known, there exists, at least...

tuna.

Five.

Kant's proofs?

Tea!

And this is also unconvincing.

Listen, take this Kant of yours...

for this evidence, for one place

and pickling it...

for about three years,

let him...

Yes.

No-no-no.

His sayings...

However, if you say that...

There is no God...

Who then, with all this...

controls people, lives

and the routine in general?

In the white light.

So the person himself controls these hands?

Yes, man, say the same.

A person is not capable of planning even for a

ridiculous period of time, like a thousand years.

He cannot even vouch for his own tomorrow.

Imagine you get sick.

Let's say it's a mild case of cancer.

And now you're no longer having fun.

And it can be worse. A person slips, bang, and ends up under the path.

You won't claim that this man of yours did this to himself, will you?

Man is mortal. And no one argues with that.

Yes, yes, yes, of course, he is mortal. But that's still far from it.

It couldn't have been much worse that he was suddenly mortal.

And has no idea what he's going to do tonight.

Now that's an exaggeration.

This evening is known to me.

Well, of course, if a brick doesn't fall on your head on Bronnaya...

No, that's not true.

Nothing will fall on you there.

So don't worry, you will die a different death.

Maybe you know which one?

Head.

They will cut off your head.

Who...

enemies?

Interventionists?

This evening I'll stop by my place on Sadovaya.

This is out of the question.

Why is that?

Because Annushka has already bought sunflower oil.

I just bought it, but haven't even spilled it.

What does sunflower oil have to do with this?

And what kind of sunflower?

Such a small Annushka.

Comrade, have you by any chance had to

to visit, say, psychiatric hospitals?

Yes!

I was, Ivan Nikolaevich.

How do you know my name?

Have mercy, who doesn’t know you?

If you want to smoke, I suppose, as you wish.

Our brand, blue one, why not?

Please.

And then I thought that this was not a

consultant, not a foreign tourist, but a spy.

Are you German?

You speak Russian well.

What is your specialty?

Well, where are you staying, where will you live?

In your apartment.

And in your opinion, the devil doesn’t exist either.

Listen, enough already, there is no devil.

How interesting it is for you here. What don't you miss? You don't have anything.

Professor, please spend a minute with a homeless friend.

No need to call on the phone, and then we will take you there.

Yes, go ahead and call, of course. I'll just say goodbye.

The devil exists, believe me.

I don't ask you for anything more.

Keep in mind that from the evidence. Sinba. And it was presented to you now.

Okay. I'll keep watch here. I'll call you now and bring help.

Are you looking for fools, citizens?

This way, please. Straight ahead. And go out where you need to.

Straight ahead, straight ahead.

Directly.

You would gain weight for ordering a quarter of a liter.

A?

The head ran so far away that it was found only after it got dark.

Thank you.

You didn't lie. You really have a rich imagination.

What next?

And then... I haven't figured out what to do next yet.

You definitely need to write this.

Thank you for seeing me off.

Wait. I live on Mansurovsky Lane. There's a wooden house there. It's the only one.

I'm married.

Through the gate.

But you write. Write.

Chapter One: Never Talk to Strangers.

One spring day, at the hour of an unusually hot sunset,

Two citizens appeared on Patriarch's Ponds in Moscow.

The first of them, dressed in a summer net...

Chapter Four. The Chase.

The poet rushed to run to the turnstile as soon as he heard the first cry.

Move away! Move away!

I started running towards the turnstile as soon as I heard the first scream.

Sit down.

Of course, I immediately forgot about the crazy German.

There was only one thing on my mind.

How can it be that I was just talking

with Berlioz, and a minute later the head...

Come on, come on!

This is Misha!

This is Misha!

This is Misha!

Now, get out of here!

This is him!

Police! Get out!

Stop!

Lascott on the roof!

This is a spy!

Comrades, help!

To catch up and overtake the young man...

White Holy

You have transformed, Hallelujah,

Quiet! Quiet!

The police let you through the streets, didn't they?

He appeared.

Who's appeared there, homeless comrade?

Consultant.

And this consultant now killed Misha Berlezova on Patriarch's Ponds.

Killed Misha Berlezova!

Mikhail Alexandrovich died?

He was killed!

We need to catch the consultant, you

understand? He creates poorly! Indescribable!

Guilty, guilty. Tell me more precisely, how did this one kill? Who killed?

Consultant! We need to catch him! Sit down! Dance! You've got it!

Look here, citizens!

Urgently!

Call the police! Demand five motorcycles with machine guns!

Homeless man, calm down!

I will not pardon you!

It is you, in particular, that I will not pardon!

And these are my brothers in literature. That's how I ended up here.

But you yourself, my dear, are to blame for everything. It was impossible

to behave so freely and even brazenly with him.

Who is he, anyway?

Yesterday at Patriarch's Ponds you met Satan.

This can't be. Satans don't exist.

Of all people, it's not you who should talk about this. Sit as you understand,

in a mental hospital and you keep talking about how he doesn't exist.

Well, the devil knows what he's doing. He needs to be caught immediately.

You've already tried. And that's enough for you.

And what he does is be trustworthy.

How sad I am that you and I met him.

You don't need it.

I'm going!

Well?

Are you writing?

I am writing.

I just finished a new chapter.

And we have a construction site here.

Well, there's construction everywhere now.

And here are roses.

We ask here.

Here.

Down.

Forgive me, I have...

not that it was removed.

Would you like some tea?

Okay, no tea.

The tea is finished.

Will you let me read it?

If you wish, please.

Have you come up with a name yet?

Well, for now, the Prince of Darkness.

Well, for now.

The Great Chancellor?

I'll think about it some more.

I know why you call him Woland.

This is one of the names of Mephistopheles in Goethe.

I am part of that power that eternally desires evil and eternally does good.

I won't disturb you.

I beg your pardon. I apologize for not being acquainted with you,

however, the topic of your learned conversation is so interesting that I...

...who never lived.

Please keep in mind that Jesus is a real being.

But at least some proof is required.

No proof is required, everything is much simpler.

In a white cloak, with a bloody lining, with a shuffling cavalry gait,

Early in the morning of the 14th day of the spring month of Nissan

in the covered colonnade between the fields

of the Quilleva Palace and the Great Council

The Jewish prosecutor Fonti Pilate came out.

Four criminals arrested in Yershelain

for murder, incitement to rebellion,

and insult to laws and faith,

sentenced to a shameful death by hanging on pillars.

So, which of the two criminals does the Sanhedrin intend to free?

Varavana? Or Ganocri?

And this execution will now take place on Bald Mountain.

The names of the criminals...

Dismas?

Gesture?

Baravan?

And Ganocri?

Baravan!

Baravan!

What is truth?

Are you a great doctor?

No.

I am not a doctor.

Tell me,

Why do you always use the words "good people"?

Do you call everyone that?

All.

All.

There are no evil people in the world.

But only three of them will be executed.

For according to law and custom,

in honor of the Easter holiday, to one of the condemned,

by choice of the small Sanhedrin and by approval of the Roman authorities,

the magnanimous Caesar-Emperor returns his despicable life.

The Sanhedrin asks to release Varavan.

Their crime is completely incomparable.

If one is guilty of murder,

then the second one,

Yeshua Ganotsri,

only in making ridiculous speeches.

It's stuffy today.

Isn't that right?

Do you know Judas from Cyril?

Yes, I met Judas of Kiriath.

He is a very kind and inquisitive person.

In the name of the one who will now be released in your presence.

How?

Even after my petition.

And for the third time we report,

that we are freeing Varavan.

So?

So what did you tell the crowd at the market about the temple?

Among other things, I said so,

that all power is violence against people.

taste

and that the time will come when there will be no power

Neither Caesars,

no other authority.

Drum!

Your story is very interesting,

but he is not remembered

with gospel texts.

Did you know I was present?

And you?

Secret. Incognito, that is. So please, don't tell anyone, keep it a secret.

He seems a little shy around you.

When they don't want to offend the author, they

usually say that a lot of work has been done.

Did Yeshelayim appear somewhere in your mind?

Ponti Pilate, you didn't tell us about him.

This is from my play, it's called "Pilate".

And after our meeting I thought that this could somehow be connected and...

Strange, right?

It's weird, right. Do you already know how this will all end?

I have no idea. I have an idea for a new chapter, but I won't ask any more.

I'm listening.

Yes, it's me.

And when?

Okay, I will.

Urgently called to the theatre. It looks like

they've decided to bring the production back.

Let me walk you to the theatre and you tell me about the new chapter.

The next chapter, by the way, has to do with the theatre.

Or rather, not to the theater, but to Stepan Bogdanovich Likhodeev.

He woke up one day in his apartment, in this

very house. The former owners had been compacted.

Now there are communal apartments for the modern elite.

It must be said that this apartment was in use, if not

bad, then, at least, a strange reputation.

Two years ago, people began to disappear from it without a trace.

Disappear?

So, this chapter will be about how from a bad

Stepan Bogdanovich Likhodeev mysteriously disappeared from his apartment.

A bell was ringing in his head. He felt sick.

Moreover, it seemed that this nausea was connected

with the sounds of some annoying gramophone.

With a shaking hand, Stepan ran his hand over his thigh

to determine whether he was wearing trousers or not.

And did not determine.

Oops, oh.

Oh, my.

You're a medon.

Ivan.

Ivan.

Good afternoon.

The most likeable Stepan Bogdanovich.

Forgive me for my non-living.

And voila.

Follow the old wise rule.

Treat like with like.

Oh.

Chips.

Sorry.

Steppe.

Dear Stepan Bogdanovich, yesterday I felt,

deigned to drink. Port wine with vodka, right?

It happened by accident.

But I hope you now remember who I am.

Woland.

Professor of black magic.

Yesterday we signed a contract for seven

speeches. We agreed to meet at ten o'clock.

And so, as you see, tadadadadam, I have arrived.

Yes.

Stepan Bogdanovich?

Yes, yes, I am.

And here I have this problem.

This artist, Woland, sits.

About today's performance.

Bonjour.

I'll be there in half an hour.

Don't worry, Stepan Bogdanovich. This cat is mine.

Grunia.

Ah, yes. Grunya. But there is no Grunya.

Grunia.

I walked through the city.

I came to my homeland because it

She complained that you haven't given her a vacation for a long time.

There you go, sunshine.

Comrade! Comrade!

Comrade!

Are you blind?

No.

Where are you sitting?

Hello!

Hello!

And are you already a little surprised, dear Stepan Bogdanovich?

And yet, there is no need to be surprised. They...

…my entourage.

And all this requires space.

And this means that one of us is clearly superfluous here.

And I think that someone...

...exactly you.

They? They? They have been... lately.

They ring terribly, get drunk, and have relationships with women,

because they don't understand anything about what they've been assigned.

They drive the car around in vain.

I'm still surprised how he got into the director's position.

He is the same director as I am, a bishop.

Frees up living space.

Allow me, Sire, to throw him the hell out of Moscow?

Yes.

I have no splash. The day is unclean.

Everything is glorious, glorious, calm, glorious.

Please tell me, where am I?

Comrade, you are in Dr. Stravinsky's clinic.

And what city?

Yalta.

Alexander.

Yalta.

Yalta.

Stepan Bogdanovich, how is our Yalta?

Why Yalta?

And Khadeev, when he goes on a prolonged drinking

binge, tells everyone that he has gone to Yalta.

Volodya treated him more gently than he did Berlioz.

Stepan Bogdanov deserves leniency.

He drinks here so as not to see everything that happens in the theatre.

Here you go.

Here.

I'm really sorry.

But now you can devote all your time to Roman.

Maybe we should have dinner?

Let's have breakfast.

And I'll come in the morning for a new chapter.

Here.

Here. And...

And here it is.

What is this?

Your fee.

And still not happy.

When a production is cancelled before the

premiere, sometimes nothing is added at all.

And here's something.

For six months of work.

Wait a second.

Ivan Alexandrovich.

Trikut Danilovich.

Yes.

Complementary tickets to the premiere.

Thank you, but no need.

Tickets are hard to come by. You can sell them profitably.

Complete Sytinskaya.

Yes.

You can put them next to me so they don't get dirty.

Thank you.

Come out here. Stand up.

And I thought, why not have dinner in the morning.

Where does such luxury come from?

Well, let's say you won the lottery.

Music.

I would never have thought that you could dance.

I thought you knew everything about me.

You are a witch.

Carefully.

According to our family legend, my

Great-great-great-great-grandmother was tried for having relations with the devil.

I imagine you flying over Moscow at night.

On a broom?

Let's say so.

And if I get shot down like an enemy flying object,

valiant Soviet aviation?

Well, you're invisible to them.

So you don't see me.

No, but I can see you.

Ola.

You are the reader, not necessarily any of you.

You are my gem.

Shine on harvest moon,

Born me and my god.

Shine on harvest moon,

Way up in the sky.

High in the estaban...

What if I make you the heroine of my novel?

Well, that is, it won’t be exactly you, but her name will be Margarita.

Then let her have a lover. A writer who writes a novel about Pontius Pilate.

Good writer.

She likes it.

But this is the main thing. She has a husband.

He is a very prominent specialist who has made

important discoveries of national importance.

Young, handsome, kind, honest. Adores her.

But she never loved him.

Tighten.

And one more thing.

The day they met, she wanted to commit suicide.

And soon, soon this woman became my secret wife.

She came to me in the morning and left at sunset.

The first thing she did was put on the headlights,

and, in her tight front suit, she prepared breakfast.

The administrator was full of energy or already loca.

After the hot voice he had no doubt that,

that the Mulian gang is making unique jokes,

With laughter, T. Universe Ins Bot Programs

Nobody knew about our connection.

I entrust this to you.

The husband did not know her friend or her parents.

When the May thunderstorms were coming, and the

rain was rolling noisily past the half-blind windows

the water in the gateway, threatening to flood my last refuge, we lit the stove.

I wrote, and she reread what she had written. She sang and

She loudly repeated individual phrases that she liked.

She promised glory and urged me on, and

that’s when she started calling me a master.

She said that this novel was her whole life.

We loved each other so much that we became completely inseparable.

We were sure that it was fate itself that had

brought us together at the corner of Tverskaya.

And that we are made for each other forever.

Pilatchina. What is it?

This is the opinion of Soviet critics about my work.

Why do you collect them?

I'm proud of them.

Never before has so much been written about me.

Bogomaz under the guise of a writer. O. Latunsky.

This is my favorite.

We must burn it out of the Soviet press with a hot iron

this ugly festering relic of the hateful White Guard,

covered by the fig leaf of literature.

Do you know where he lives?

Who?

Latunsky.

Yes.

In the Dramlit house in Lavrushinsky.

Why do you need it?

Margarita Nikolaevna, what are you going to do?

And tan Latunsky's windows.

With a hammer? And if he's on a high floor?

You can't be offended by critics and executioners.

But he doesn't mean to be mean. He's just doing his job.

What to do with them?

Write a funny sketch about him?

By the way, that's a great idea.

You have your methods, I have mine.

Margarita Nikolaevna.

I hope he's at home.

Good afternoon.

Meet Alla Izi. Screenwriter.

Screenwriter.

Margarita...

Mistress. Muse.

I wonder what kind of novels are produced with such a muse?

Did he try to preach anything in the presence of soldiers?

The only thing he said was that among the human

vices, one of the most important of which he considers to be cowardice.

He should be buried in an unknown place.

This land is full of superstitions. And every day they wait for the messiah.

You are certainly right.

So, another question.

Judas of Kireath.

Is he responsible for Yeshua's imprisonment?

Yes.

I received information that this Judas will be slaughtered tonight.

This is a heart attack.

At night?

This night.

Therefore, I ask you to take up this matter.

That is, to take all measures, as before, Judas and Skiriath.

Understand.

But tonight...

I'm sure he'll be stabbed tonight. I'm counting on you.

The third one squatted down next to the dead man and looked into his face.

A few seconds later there was no one alive on the road.

The lifeless body lay with washed hands.

This is not just about an ancient idea.

This is all about now.

They talk exactly like that.

They literally understand each other at the drop of a hat.

No, well...

The head of the secret service, it's clear who.

And Bilat, this is...

But...

In our studio, people disappear almost every day and no one even asks.

Everyone is afraid.

Maybe he got sick.

Everything is just like in your bad apartment.

If I were you, I wouldn't read this to anyone else, just in case.

And to you too.

Listen, do you want to read my new script?

Well, the idea was, of course, the director’s, but

I think I came up with something interesting there.

A musical comedy about a collective farm in Hollywood style.

Do you hear?

Oh yeah, and what's there?

A young tractor driver falls in love with a milkmaid.

She sings in a local song and dance ensemble.

But then an audit commission arrives in the village.

Everyone is dispossessed and at the end they dance merrily.

M?

I understand you.

Not everyone can afford to be so irreconcilable.

You don't have any alimony.

Sorry.

Don't you want to go to the theatre on Sunday?

There, instead of my Pilate, there is the musical “Forward to the Future”.

Well, for inspiration.

Another time. I have a submission to the artistic council.

Forward!

To the future.

I must say, I have never seen anything like this anywhere before

confidence in the future, as you have here.

You can think less about today if you live in tomorrow.

Thank you very much for the invitation.

It's a great place to watch everything,

as you now say, population.

Greetings, simple worker at the machine! I am going

to the party! I am a son of the Soviet country!

The old world is destroyed!

But we still have to build a new one.

Oh, how I want to see this new world sooner!

Ah, what year should we go to now to see with our own eyes,

How our great country lives!

I'm betting on December 30, 2022!

Let's go!

Exactly 100 years since the founding of our great and indestructible Soviet Union!

Girls, dear, where are we now?

In the Soviet Union of People's Republics!

How many republics are there now?

All! All republics of the world!

So tell us how you live here in the future.

And we'll sing to you about it better.

Go around the whole area, you will not find a country,

where people would be just as equal to each other.

In our fairytale land...

Excuse me, please, who are you?

I don't understand what...

Read!

From the leader himself!

Here!

And here it is!

Dear guests, we have some minor changes in the program.

Now Nitina will perform for us.

Foreign artist Monsieur Voulin...

...

...

A session of black magic.

There is no such thing as black magic.

Simply Maestro Vulant, so to speak, at a high level

masters the art of magic.

And now it will become clear...

The most interesting part of it...

...

...

...

mysteries of focus.

I...

Yes...

Let's ask Maestro Volan to start a black magic session.

Tell me, dear Fagot, what do you think, after all?

Has Moscow's population changed significantly?

Exactly so, sir!

The townspeople have changed in appearance. I say, as has the city itself, by the way.

These, what are you talking about, trams and cars appeared.

But it certainly seems to me that it is much more

The important question is whether these townspeople have changed inside.

Yes, yes, Messer, exactly! This is the most important, most important question!

But we've gotten carried away, dear Fagot. The audience is beginning

be bored. Show me something simple to start with.

Ah, something simple! Yes, sir, bravo, bravo!

I see nothing! I hear nothing!

Sharik, Sharik, fly out! Bring joy to people!

So, fly!

Stop doing this!

Comrades, we just saw a case of so-called mass hypnosis.

There is no better way to prove that magic does not exist.

Now these papers are real. But I'm tired of this one.

Sorry?

He always sticks his nose into wherever he is asked.

He's great with you, but he's ruining the shine.

Citizens, what should you do with him?

Get him out of the theatre altogether!

First of all, goodies!

Tear his head off!

I'll rip his head off!

Tear off, tear off, tear off.

Don't worry. Back to your places, my love!

Where are you standing? Well, yes, you are standing right here.

Take your time, take your time.

What's wrong? Okay, are you ready?

I'm starting.

Azazala, will he lie again or not?

For God's sake, don't torture him. Forgive him.

Mister, what do you order?

Well, they are people like people. They love money.

Well, it's always been like that.

And mercy sometimes knocks on their hearts.

In general, it reminds me of Berlich.

The housing issue only made things worse for us.

Take the apartment, take the paintings.

Only...

Give me your head.

Wear it for six months.

Thank you.

Thank you.

And now, how did they break that annoying guy?

And your pockets are full of chervonets!

Who are they?

Lure me in, open up!

Ghanaian...

shop!

Woohoo!

Bonjour, Moscow!

Our humble boutique

completely free of charge exchanges Soviet women's dresses and shoes

on the Parisian models of the last season.

Guerlain,

Chanel number five,

Mitsuka,

Narcissistic,

Evening dress,

Cocktail dress.

Who?

Be bold!

Come into our boutique!

Come on!

Don't stand!

Be bold!

Oh, bravo-bravo-bravo!

We will turn you into a diamond!

Please come on stage!

And close it!

Whoa!

Haha!

Oprah-kadapra!

Voila!

Please!

Well then, please, let's go!

A?

Let's line up!

Please!

What do you want?

I have the fat flu. Can I go there too, please?

Ha-ha-ha! Please, I beg you, as you wish!

My store is closing.

Yes, yes, yes, it’s sad, I understand, they didn’t have time to do this for us.

But there is good news! Ha-ha-ha!

All the products in the display cases are yours!

A-a-a!

A-a-a!

Despots, take the premises!

And what to wear, and what to eat?

Yes, but it will be harder for them to get rid of money than God.

We have everything equally, we have everything.

And what to wear, and what to eat?

He-he-he!

Fabulous!

Is this her? Your Margarita?

Mine. From twelve to five. Five days a week.

Well, how can you not start singing here?

Satan is in charge here! He's in charge!

How do you like "Forward to the Future"?

A lot of work has been done. Why do you go to such things?

A-a-a... For inspiration.

And this? Also for inspiration?

But I wrote a new chapter.

Go and listen.

Black magic...

Let's not do this here. You need a change of scenery.

I had a dream today.

I dreamed of some strange, unknown place.

Half-bare trees, and something log-like between them.

And then the door of this log building swings open.

And you come out of it. Ragged.

Hair is disheveled.

The eyes are sore.

You beckon me with your hand.

And I run through these swamp hummocks to you.

And then I woke up.

But it's just a dream.

Margarita Nikolaevna, is that you?

I'm walking, thinking, your hats or not. We told you that...

Natasha, it's not me. It's some other woman. They're

just like each other, like two peas in a pod.

Do you understand me?

Natasha, housekeeper.

Would you like to fly away somewhere?

At sea?

Where there is no one but us.

I've decided.

I love you more than life itself, and I don't want to lie anymore.

I would stay with you now, but I don't want to do it this way.

I'll explain it to him.

I won't allow this.

I won't allow this.

Follow me.

I don't want you to die with me.

Is this the only reason?

Only this one.

And the last thing I remember in my life is a strip of light from the front.

And in this strip of light her unfurled strands.

And her eyes full of determination.

I will be with you tomorrow morning.

We'll fly away from here.

Let's meet at the airfield.

These were her last words in my life.

I love you.

That's all for now.

I am devastated.

What? No, wait.

This is great.

You must definitely finish.

Can you tell me what Volan would do next?

Are you asking me?

Yes.

Well, I don't know.

I think he would have had a party that night.

And I would gather all the cute evil spirits in one place.

I like this idea.

I know where we're going tonight.

To a wonderful event at Likhodeev's.

No, no, please don't.

No, it is necessary.

For inspiration.

Not today.

I need to get some sleep before leaving tomorrow.

The novel demands sacrifice.

And the big Roman is big.

No.

Let's go.

Bonjour.

Good evening.

And the password?

Yauter.

Stepan Bogdanovich, welcome the guests.

Your Gela is actually a vampire.

Emmy, do you like black caviar?

I love it very much.

Help yourself, help yourself.

Wow, what a surprise.

Why are you so shy, my dear?

Come in.

Take off your clothes.

Galochka, take care of our guests.

Comrades, post.

On the floor at Styopa Likhodeev's the usual laws do not apply.

Hooray, comrades!

And this is Berlioz's room.

He's not here?

Well, he hasn't been with us for a long time.

I'll open it.

You are asking about Hector Berlioz, the French composer?

Fine.

He is buried in Montmartur Cemetery in Paris.

I don’t know any other Berlioz.

Oh, Oso, dear!

Stepan Bogdanovich.

Hello, dear.

Comrade yellow mushroom.

Hello.

There are more people's commissars here than in the Kremlin wall.

Do you recognize him?

Over there, behind me in the corner.

People's Commissars from security.

That's right.

And you were afraid that it would be boring.

Here you go, comrades.

Take a look at our guests.

Nice to see you.

Let's go.

I'm here now.

Fine.

Well, you understand – it’s just work, nothing personal.

I understand everything.

Lead here.

For people who are trying to destroy the bourgeoisie,

they became too similar to her.

Do you think this is perhaps how they imagine communism?

And we have also prepared a little surprise for you.

Here, on you, on this stage, he will perform now

The new star of theater and cinema, Lyubov, did you think, Orlova?

No, comrades. Lyubov Pengalskaya! Let's greet her!

Oh, Baron Michael.

Well, forgive me, comrades.

Comrade Mikel has a very interesting story.

He really was a baron.

Rumor has it that he was given a choice.

Either three years in a penal camp on Solovki, or...

Good evening.

Where are you?

Let's go.

This is our writer who asked to go abroad.

What does the letter say about him?

He is responsible for recruiting covert agents in the cultural environment.

What characters!

This is a ball of the dead,

who don't yet know that they will soon come out.

Hey, the gun!

Toast!

Let's drink to communism!

We don't drink anything.

Built in a separate apartment!

Bravo!

The fire roared in the stove,

the rain was falling on the windows.

And then the last thing happened.

Thanks for a great evening.

Now I know how to end the novel.

But then write it down before you forget.

Good idea.

And I'll help you get ready.

Tell,

Will you take little Pontius Pilate?

It's not a fact that it was Pilate.

Nobody knows exactly what he looks like.

This is definitely the procurator of ancient Judea, Pontius Pilate.

How do you know?

How would I know?

Yes, I saw him.

That's how you are now.

Sorry.

Your novel is so stuck in my head,

that I decided to be Woland for a little while.

Are you expecting guests?

They might be interested in your manuscript.

Decided to get rid of material evidence of anti-Soviet propaganda?

It's no use. We've known for a long time everything

that was written in that manuscript of yours.

You could have not burned the tram,

who cut off the head of the deputy chairman of the Union of Soviet Writers.

And about the denigration of the highest echelons of Soviet power.

Who told you all this?

And don't interrupt.

Who?

Well, let's say, lovemaking.

What's her name again? Margarita?

This is not true.

And what is truth?

The truth is only what will be stored in this folder.

So he seemed unreliable to us all from the first day.

You see, it's immediately obvious.

Not ours.

So I had no idea at all that it was Jesus.

Who did you think he was?

He told me it was Yesho.

I'm an actor, you know? I play what I'm told.

Who else is in your counter-revolutionary group?

Theater director Likhodeev.

Was it he who persuaded you to write a sabotage play?

He just recently, you were visiting him.

What does that mean?

Professor Wolf invited me.

Let's confuse the investigation.

We checked everything.

You were the only one at Likhodeev's.

And in real life no Woland exists.

Believe me, it exists.

I'll give you one like that right now!

Madness! You'll feel like you're in heaven!

Your novel has been read.

Yes.

And they said only one thing.

Unfortunately, it is not finished.

I hate him.

This novel.

I suffered too much because of him.

Nothing interests me except her.

Margarita.

Yes.

But she told you herself that this novel is her whole life.

And she is right.

In it, the master and Margarita can be together forever.

Well yes, it all depends on you.

To do this, you need to finish the novel.

Unfortunately, I can't do that.

You saw that I burned it in the stove.

Manuscripts don't burn.

Who are you?

Who are you?

I am part of that power that eternally desires evil and eternally does good.

That's what it seems like in Wolfgang Goethe.

Article 58.

Treason and espionage.

The country's leadership has people who are closely monitoring your work.

They like it when they are stroked against the grain.

They iron. Do you understand?

You see.

We will reinstate you in the writers' union with a fee.

Then a summer house, then a car with a driver, then everything will be.

Your sacrifice is meaningless.

And your victim is not there.

What?

You will be sacrificed.

At the ball.

In what ball?

At Satan's ball.

You will be the main entertainment of the guests.

And Koroleva herself will drink your blood from Berlioz’s skull.

What harm? What are you talking about?

Vold is already waiting for you.

Darling, have you ever suffered from hallucinations before?

What about these otherworldly forces that you write about in your novel?

Do you think they really exist?

But there is no evidence.

But she told you herself that this novel is her whole life.

And she is right. In it, the Master and Margarita can be together forever.

Well yes, it all depends on you.

To do this, you need to finish the novel.

We will help you.

Let's start with thirty milligrams of morphine.

You will have a wonderful sleep with us today.

You will feel better.

Can I ask you a question?

What's good for you?

Pencil and paper.

It is not allowed.

Dissociative identity disorder.

Paranoid schizophrenia.

We prescribe a course of electroconvulsive therapy.

Let's start with the composition.

Chapter one.

Never talk to strangers.

One spring day, at the hour of an unprecedentedly

hot sunset, in Moscow, on Patriarch's Ponds...

One hundred and forty.

Here's a little story for you, so that the leaves don't get lost.

Chapter Nineteen.

You will feel better.

Nothing.

uh...

Capture her!

You could have let her know about yourself?

Before her were easy-to-learn.

Is it possible to send letters with such an address?

Mentally ill.

You're joking, my friend.

See you at the parade, dear?

No, don't make her unhappy.

Or you will knock it down.

I am not capable of this.

Loisius?

I don't understand what you're talking about.

Is he alive?

How should I know?

Have you told anyone about Roman?

You are not yourself, leave.

Okay, go away.

Tell me, where is he?

Tell me, Fedor.

I wrote.

I have one request for you.

If a woman ever comes here,

and will ask me,

Give her this manuscript.

Her name is...

Margarita.

Are you a master?

Yes, I read it.

Thank you.

Lie down.

Tomorrow morning, when you wake up, I'll put you on the procedures.

Let's go.

Stand up.

For procedures.

I came to say goodbye to you.

Unfortunately, I can no longer be your neighbors.

But I will keep my word.

I won't write any more poems.

I'm interested in something else now.

I want to write something else.

While I was lying here, you know, I understood a lot.

This...

Can you hear?

The erosion is noisy.

No.

This is my name.

I have to go.

Full moon, just like then,

when the full moon comes,

He is tormented by insomnia.

He always says the same thing,

that he has no peace under the moon and that he has a bad position.

This is what he always says when he is not sleeping.

And when he sleeps, he always sees the same thing.

Moon road.

And wants to follow it

with the prisoner Ganotsri.

Because, as he claims,

He didn't finish saying something then.

Now you can finish your novel in one sentence.

Free.

I'll tell you that your novel will still bring surprises. See?

This is very sad.

No, it's not sad.

Not sad.

Professor Stravinsky!

Yes!

How did you get in here?

Yes, I'm listening to you.

You have a patient. He is a writer.

Unfortunately, I have prohibited the

disclosure of information about our patients.

How did you get in here?

I really need to see him. Please, just...

Unfortunately, I can't help you in any way.

And I ask you to leave the medical facility immediately.

Please see your comrade out.

I know he's here.

Take your hands off me, I'll do it myself.

You ruined him, didn't you?

Insult is a common reward for a job well done.

Slip through.

Now, now.

Wait.

I'll see her out. Go to work.

Let's.

It's a choice, Harry. How do you know me?

I recognized it right away.

I was asked to pass something on to you.

Who asked?

Who?

Master.

I have to see him.

Margarita Nikolaevna, Vyacheslav Sergeevich

He called to say that his train was only tomorrow.

Are you free today?

Thank you, Natasha.

Thank you.

One spring day, at the hour of an unprecedented

hot sunset in Moscow, on the weathered ponds,

The first gesture was ordering an anti-religious

poem from a homeless man for his next book.

But she could see the arena.

Margarita squinted at the bright sun.

I remembered how exactly one year, day after day, hour after hour...

She sat next to him on that same bench.

A funeral procession appeared ahead.

I wonder who is being buried with such amazing faces.

Erlioza Mikhailovna Alexandrovna, Chairman of Mussolida.

So, it turns out that writers are following the coffin?

Naturally. They.

Tell me, is there a critic of Latunsky among them?

I see you hate this Latunsky.

Margarita Nikolaevna.

I have been instructed to invite you to visit

a very distinguished foreigner this evening.

And not a soul will know about this visit.

And you take advantage of the opportunity.

Are you hinting that I can find out about him there?

Here, take it. You'll need it.

Margarita Nikolaevna sat in front of the hold

in just a robe thrown over her naked body.

On a sheet of paper torn from a notebook, she,

Without any mistakes, she quickly and large wrote a note in pencil.

Forgive me and forget me as soon as possible. I am leaving you forever.

Don't look for me, it's useless.

I became a witch from the grief and misfortunes that struck me.

It's time for me to go. Goodbye.

This evening at exactly half past nine.

Take the trouble to undress to the feet and rub

this ointment over your face and entire body.

With the tip of her finger, Margarita

applied a small smear of cream onto her palm.

Moreover, the smell of hungry grass and forest became stronger.

The cream was easy to apply and, as it

seemed to Margarita, evaporated immediately.

After rubbing it in a few times, Margarita looked in the mirror.

Allow me to introduce myself? Koroviev.

You are surprised that there is no light.

Saving money, you thought.

No-no-no. It's just that the minister doesn't like electric light.

Please. Please.

What amazes me most is where it all fits.

This is not the easiest thing of all.

For those who are familiar with the fifth dimension,

It costs nothing to expand the space to a certain limit.

A tradition has been established: the hostess of

the ball must certainly bear the name of Margarita.

Firstly. And secondly, she must be a local native.

I hope you will not refuse to take on this responsibility?

I won't refuse.

Please.

The mission is to exchange that which will

receive you without ceremony in the bedroom.

Please, please, without embarrassment, I beg you.

Not a good sharer, dear hippopotamus.

Serious, but...

Please, to the bedroom, to the bedroom!

Greetings to you, my bright queen.

If you would like, please excuse me for my home attire.

Greetings, sir.

Blood, blood always tells.

Margarita was worried. Her head was spinning

and she could not see her surroundings clearly.

She only understood the room where she was being prepared for the ball,

neither black glass nor some kind of smoky stone.

It will be difficult to honor Elisa. If you

don't like someone, you can't think about it.

He will notice, he will notice, but no one forgives inattention.

Please, put your leg here. Your beautiful leg.

Yes, that's it.

Where are the guests?

There are no more than ten seconds left until midnight.

It's about to start.

Queen, allow me to give the signal.

Me, me, come on!

Mr. Jacques and his wife!

I recommend to you, Queen, one of the most interesting men.

He became famous for the fact that in 1450

repelled the royal mistress.

Your Majesty.

Thank you very much.

Queen of admiration!

The Queen was extremely popular

among young, charming Neapolitan women.

Especially those who are tired of their husbands.

Well, maybe courage can feel it?

So, Mrs. Tofana served them

some water in bubbles, then poured in

this water into the spouse, and after that

ala was as free as a spring breeze.

Mille merci!

Queen of admiration, I beg you!

Amshant!

Queen of admiration!

Ahaha... And here comes a new, fresh hero!

This is where I wanted to get rid of the person,

the unblocking of which Nチwas extremely afraid.

And he ordered his secretary to spray the walls of the office with poison.

We admire you, black queen!

We are delighted!

We are delighted!

Anshante!

Anshante!

The end of this river was not in sight.

Its source, the enormous fireplace, continued to feed it.

So an hour passed and the second hour began.

Margarita was not interested in any of the dukes, the poisoners,

hangmen and pimps, jailers and tricksters,

executioners, informers, traitors, corrupters.

All their names were mixed up in my head.

The faces were stuck together into one huge pancake.

Many Margaritas were buckling under. Every minute she was afraid to cry.

When she was serving in a cafe, the owner invited her in

pantry. And nine months later she gave birth.

boy. She took the baby into the forest, put a handkerchief in his mouth and buried him.

I am happy to be invited to the Grand Full Moon Ball.

Please, come on, take your handkerchief! Please. Frida. I beg you. Frida. My name is

Frida. She is accompanied by a cow

father.

I found myself in the ballroom again, but now there was no dancing in it,

and the guests crowded in an innumerable crowd between the columns.

With the last stroke of the clock, heard from nowhere,

Silence fell over the crowd of guests.

Then Margarita saw Volant again.

It happened, Mikhail Alexandrovich.

And your meeting took place, didn't it?

The head was cut off by a woman.

What are these if not facts?

And facts are the most stubborn things in the world.

You have always been an ardent preacher of the theory that by cutting off the head

life in a person ceases, and he goes into oblivion forever.

What a stupid theory.

But all these theories are worth one another.

Let my theory be sent to everyone.

Trust her.

You are fading into oblivion.

I will drink oblivion.

From the cup that you are about to become.

Glasses!

They're calling! Here he is!

I'm coming, I'm coming!

I'll meet you! I'm coming!

Please, please.

I present to you the dearest Baron Mayger.

Everyone is already waiting for you, please.

Here, here.

Please.

Yes, by the way,

herbarium.

Rumors have spread about your exceptional curiosity.

Moreover, the unpleasant words “spy”, “rat” and “spook” were dropped.

And in less than a month this will lead you to a sad end.

And if so,

we will save you

from the agonizing wait.

Gentlemen!

To your health!

Drink.

Drink! Wine into the cup!

Do not be afraid of the king.

The blood has long since disappeared into the ground.

And where it spilled, it had already parted.

Please, Queen.

Sit down.

Well then, tell me honestly.

You are very tormented.

Understood, sir.

Night of the milling.

Festive night.

And today dinner is in the company of those close to the servant.

And my guests.

Drink boldly.

Pure alcohol.

Maybe you want something?

No.

Nothing, sir. Except that if I tell you something else

if necessary, I will gladly fulfill whatever you wish.

You have passed the test. Remember, don't ask anyone for anything.

Nothing. No one.

Especially those who are stronger than you. They will come themselves.

And they will offer you everything.

I can do that too.

For the role of my queen.

What do you wish for?

Be bolder.

Without embarrassment.

Because I suggested it.

Tell.

Desire.

So, I can ask for one thing.

Demand.

I want them to stop giving Frida the

handkerchief she used to strangle her child.

You seem to have very high moral standards.

No, sir.

I'll tell you frankly, I asked for Frida only because

that I had the imprudence to give her firm hope.

And so it doesn't count.

Margot.

And what do you want for yourself, proud woman?

I want my lover back.

Masters.

And so that everything becomes as it was.

I ask you to return us to the basement on Arbat.

It never happens that everything will return to how it was.

But we will try.

Have no doubt, it's me.

And you really did start to look like a witch.

I am a witch.

And I am very happy about it.

I'm sitting here, not bothering anyone.

I'm fixing it.

Note:

You are looking for your duty to warn that the goat is an ancient, inviolable animal.

We have an untouchable ventriloquist cat.

Please come this way.

It's all over.

Get away from me.

Let me say goodbye to the earth.

Drag the net.

Give it.

Net.

Hey, it will work out and it will explode.

Interesting city, right?

Serve.

I like Rome better.

The darkness that came from the Mediterranean Sea,

A short pause... covered the city hated by the procurator.

Are all bills paid?

Yes.

The hour... has come.

It's time.

Listen and enjoy what you have never been given in life.

Silence.

I am part of that power that eternally desires evil and eternally does good.