The Master and Margarita

by Mikhail Bulgakov

Why do you have to ruin your life with a sick man and a beggar?

Because of you I spent the whole night yesterday shivering and naked. I lost my nature and replaced it with a new one,

I spent several months sitting in a dark closet thinking about one thing, about the storm over Yershalaim,

Bitter tenderness rose up in the master’s heart, and, without knowing why, he began to weep, burying his face in Margarita’s hair.

Margarita’s speech was becoming incoherent, Margarita was shaking with tears.

‘Enough. You’ve shamed me. Never again will I yield to faint-heartedness, or come back to this question, be reassured. I know that we’re both the victims of our mental illness, which you perhaps got from me ... Well, so we’ll bear it together.’

I swear by the astrologer’s son whom you guessed,

Pilate! p. 404

"All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well" The Optimism of Mother Julian of Norwich

he added, laughing:

devil take you

Other-worldly or not other-worldly, isn’t it all the same? I want to eat!’

And just then a nasal voice came through the window: ‘Peace be unto you.’

Cf. “Then the same day at evening, being the first day of the week, when the doors were shut where the disciples were assembled for fear of the Jews, came Jesus and stood in the midst, and saith unto them, Peace be unto you.” John 20:19

Azazello!

Haha

Haha ewww

Haha the true sign of Reality.

I myself tried to prove to Ivan that it was precisely Satan whom he had met at the Patriarch’s Ponds,

Devil there’s any

devil take me!

Messire

he invites you to go on a little excursion with him

the Alexandrovsky Garden!’

Chapter 19, her first meeting with Azazello, pp. 280-87.

‘Ah, don’t remind me, Azazello, I was stupid then. And anyhow you mustn’t blame me too severely for it — you don’t meet unclean powers every day!’

Haha

‘Wouldn’t it be pleasant if it was every day!’

Haha

‘I like quickness myself,’ Margarita said excitedly, ‘I like quickness and nakedness ... Like from a Mauser — bang!

I beg you to note that it’s the same wine the procurator of Judea drank. Falemian wine.’

‘To Woland’s health!’ exclaimed Margarita, raising her glass.

When the poisoned ones lay still, Azazello began to act.

‘Natasha

Margarita

With his iron hands, Azazello turned her over like a doll, face to him, and peered at her. The face of the poisoned woman was changing before his eyes. Even in the gathering dusk of the storm, one could see the temporary witch’s cast in her eyes and the cruelty and violence of her features disappear.

‘Oh, no, no,’ answered Azazello, ‘he’ll rise presently. Ah, why are you so nervous?’

‘Ah, insults are the usual reward for a good job!’ replied Azazello. ‘Are you blind? Well, quickly recover your sight!’

‘What does this new thing mean?’

‘It means,’ replied Azazello, ‘that it’s time for us to go. The storm is already thundering, do you hear? It’s getting dark.

Your friend calls you a master, you can think, so how can you be dead?

Is it necessary, in order to consider yourself alive, to sit in a basement and dress yourself in a shirt and hospital drawers?

‘Great Woland!’

‘take the novel with you wherever you fly!’ ‘No need,’ replied the master, ‘I remember it by heart.’

‘Don’t worry. I’ll never forget anything now,’ he replied.

‘Fire, then!’ cried Azazello. ‘Fire, with which all began and with which we end it all.’

‘Burn, burn, former life!’ ‘Burn, suffering!’ cried Margarita.

the landlord’s cook

The cook’s state was comprehensible. Three black steeds snorted by the shed, twitching,

Haha

The cook moaned and wanted to raise her hand to make the sign of the cross, but Azazello shouted menacingly from the saddle: ‘I’ll cut your hand off!’

‘I want to bid farewell to the city,’ the master cried

Griboedov House.

the city which was already being flooded by darkness.

Stravinsky’s clinic,

Ivanushka’s room,