The Master and Margarita

by Mikhail Bulgakov

But what you describe undoubtedly took pl...

‘Your interlocutor was at Pilate’s, and had breakfast with Kant, and now he’s visiting Moscow.‘

as for being up to something, rest assured, he will be!

Haha

I’m sitting here for the same reason you are - namely, on account of Pontius Pilate.’

a year ago I wrote a novel about Pilate.’

‘I am a master.’

‘I no longer have a name,’ the strange guest answered with gloomy disdain. ‘I renounced it, as I generally did everything in life.

A historian by education, he had worked until two years ago at one of the Moscow museums, and, besides that, had also done translations.

Well, I can also read Italian a little.’

Wantingv tok read Dante - mee too

Mee too. My digs in Dublin was a private room with a sink in it; although I had to share a bath and toilet with everyone on the floor, I took some pride in my sink for my morning ablutions.

Opposite, only four steps away, near the fence, lilacs, a linden and a maple. Ah, ah, ah!

And in my stove a fire was eternally blazing!

Mee too. In my digs in Dublin I could turn on a room hearer with a shilling for 30 minutes of gas.

I already knew that the last words of the novel would be: “... the fifth procurator of Judea, the equestrian Pontius Pilate”.

‘She was carrying repulsive, alarming yellow flowers in her hand.

I suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, understood that all my life I had loved precisely this woman!

‘ “No, I like flowers, but not this kind,” I said. ‘“Which, then?” ‘“I like roses.”

Simile love as a murderer? Live at first sight is great, but murderer? Question

Simile double

Anyhow, I don’t remember.

so she said she went out that day with yellow flowers in her hand so that I would find her at last, and that if it hadn’t happened, she would have poisoned herself, because her life was empty.

A bit extreme?

this woman became my secret wife.

this love story.

the master and the unknown woman loved each other so deeply that they became completely inseparable.

his guest and his secret wife,

had been created for each other for all time.

this novel also absorbed the unknown woman.

‘Really, there were times when I’d begin to be jealous of it on account of her,’

She foretold fame, she urged him on, and it was then that she began to call him a master.

said that her life was in this novel.

‘For the first time I found myself in the world of literature, but now, when it’s all over and my ruin is clear, I recall it with horror!’

Latunsky

Lavrovich.

some girl whose eyes were crossed towards her nose from constant lying.’

Haha

Lapshennikova,

He knew very well the world described so wrathful...

red petals strewn across the title page, and also the eyes of my friend.

slanting rain and despair in the basement refuge,

Ariman

our hero,

had attempted to foist into print an apology f...

I’ve forgotten your name!’ ‘Let’s leave my name out of it,

Mstislav Lavrovich,

Pilatism

the icon-...

this unheard-of word “Pilatism”,

Latunsky,

‘Joyless autumn days set in,’ the guest went on.

UNPUBLISHED!

Devil knows what,

Some rare falsity and insecurity could be sensed literally in every line of these articles, despite their threatening and confident tone. I