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Charlie Stone画的《大师与玛格丽特》插图

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<DIV>"May I join you?" the foreigner asked civilly, and the friends involuntarily moved apart. The foreigner slipped in between them and immediately entered the conversation. "If I heard correctly, you said that Jesus never existed?" he asked, turning his green left eye to Berlioz.<BR>"You heard correctly," Berlioz answered courteously. "That was precisely what I said!"<BR>"Ah, how interesting!" exclaimed the foreigner.<BR>"What the devil does he want?" Homeless thought, frowning.<BR><IMG src="http://storage.msn.com/x1pAdjo0uCo2H1MPc5KnX8anzuHGxAIGmjtMJAmrbSUxF282zQUBpXjdYcW4TbTe-XxM-LlClHreOPe8IHeh_TBDjZa9N6xz2wEGyaHgTPFdPQ47WP2-REy7ojW1uU8Qm-k7LxwNtRDoijBqfalgOnjkg"></DIV>
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<DIV>With his left hand, Mark lightly lifted up the fallen man as though he were an empty sack, set him on his feet, and spoke nasally, mispronouncing the Aramaic words:<BR>"The Roman Procurator must be addressed as Hegemon. Speak no other words. Stand still. Do you understand me, or shall I hit you again?"<BR></DIV>
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<DIV>The tom, it turned out, was not only a solvent, but also a disciplined beast. At the conductor\'s first cry, he ceased his advance, got down from the step, and sat down at the stop, rubbing his whisker with the coin. But as soon as the conductor pulled the cord and the cars started, the tom proceeded to do what anyone else would who had been expelled from a streetcar but must nevertheless get to his destination. Allowing all three cars to go by, the tom jumped up onto the rear of the last one, sank his claws into a rubber tube projecting from the wall, and rode away, thus saving himself the fare.<BR></DIV>
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<DIV>Fifteen minutes later the astounded public, not only in the restaurant, but on the boulevard itself and in the windows of the buildings facing the restaurant garden, saw Panteley, the doorman, a militiaman, a waiter, and the poet Ryukhin carry out through the Griboyedov gates a young man swaddled like a doll, streaming with tears, spitting, aiming particularly at Ryukhin, and screaming over the whole boulevard:<BR>"Swine!... Swine!..."</DIV>
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<DIV>His guest was no longer alone in the bedroom. The second chair was occupied by the character he had just glimpsed in the hallway. Now he was clearly visible: a tiny feather mustache, one lens glinting in the pince-nez, the other missing. But there were even worse things in the bedroom. A third visitor sprawled insolently on the padded ottoman that had once belonged to the jeweler\'s lady - namely, a black tom of terrifying proportions, with a glass of vodka in one paw and a fork in the other with which he had already managed to impale a pickled mushroom.<BR></DIV>
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<DIV>The blow filled the men\'s room for an instant with a quivering flash of light and the sky echoed with a clap of thunder. Then there was another flash, and a second man appeared before the manager - small but with athletic shoulders, with fiery red hair ... one eye clouded by a cataract, a fang projecting from his mouth ... This second one, who was evidently left-handed, cuffed the manager on the other ear. Again, there was an answering crash in the sky, and a cloudburst came down upon the wooden roof of the toilet.<BR></DIV>
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<DIV>Two and a half thousand persons in the theater screamed in unison. Blood spurted in fountains from the torn arteries and flooded the shirt front and the dress coat. The headless body paddled absurdly with its feet and sat down on the floor. Women shrieked hysterically. The tom gave the head to Fagot, who raised it by the hair and showed it to the public, and the head cried out desperately:<BR>"A doctor!"<BR></DIV>
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<DIV>"Tell me, what happened next to Yeshua and Pilate?" asked Ivan. "I beg you, I want to know."<BR>"Oh, no, no," the guest answered with a pained twitch . "I cannot recall my novel without a shudder. And your acquaintance from Patriarchs\' Ponds could have done it far better than I. Thank you for the conversation. Good-bye."<BR>Before Ivan knew it, the grating slid shut with a soft ringing sound and the guest was gone.<BR></DIV>
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<DIV>Obeying a sign from the cowled man, one of the executioners took a spear, and another brought a pail and a sponge to the post. The first executioner raised his spear and tapped it on Yeshua\'s arms, which were extended and tied with ropes to the crossbar. The body with the arching ribs quivered. The executioner passed the tip of the spear across the belly. Then Yeshua raised his head, the flies rose, buzzing, and the hanged man\'s face was exposed to view. It was bloated from the bites, with swollen eyelids, unrecognizable.<BR></DIV>
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<DIV>By the fireplace, a small redheaded man with a knife in his belt was roasting pieces of meat held on a long steel sword; the juice dripped into the fire, and smoke went up the chimney.<BR>The stunned bar manager suddenly heard a low bass voice asking:<BR>"Well, what can I do for you?"<BR>The visitor now discovered in the shadows the man he had come to see.<BR>The black magician lay comfortably back on an immense sofa, very low and strewn with cushions. It seemed to the bar manager that he wore only black underwear and black pointed slippers.<BR></DIV>
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<DIV>Margarita looked back and saw a complicated dark object catching up with her. As it came nearer, it grew more distinct and she could see that it was someone flying mounted. And finally the flier was clearly visible: slowing down a little, Natasha caught up with Margarita.<BR>Completely naked, with tangled hair flying in the wind, she rode a fat hog. The hog was clutching a briefcase with its front hooves, while the hind ones furiously beat the air. A pair of pince-nez, occasionally glinting in the moonlight, had evidently fallen off its nose and flew beside it on a cord. Its hat kept slipping down over its eyes. Taking a close look, Margarita recognized the hog as Nikolay Ivanovich, and her laughter reverberated over the forest, mingled with Natasha\'s.<BR>"Natashka!" Margarita shrilled. "You used the cream?"<BR></DIV>
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<DIV>"Even in the moonlight I have no rest," the Procurator said to himself, gritting his teeth.<BR>In place of the centurion, a man in a cowl appeared on the balcony.<BR>"Don\'t touch, Banga," the Procurator said quietly and gripped the dog behind the head.<BR>Before he spoke, Aphranius looked around, as he always did, and drew into the shadow. Seeing that no one else but Banga was on the balcony, he said quietly:<BR>"I beg you to turn me over for trial, Procurator. You were right. I did not succeed in protecting Yehudah of Kerioth - he was killed. I submit for trial and retirement."<BR>It seemed to Aphranius that four eyes looked at him - a dog\'s and a wolf\'s.<BR></DIV>
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<DIV>To make entirely sure, one of the visitors sent five bullets straight at the head of the damned animal, and the tom promptly emptied a whole cartridge clip in reply. But the same thing happened - the bullets produced no effect whatsoever. The tom swayed on the chandelier in constantly diminishing arcs, for some reason blowing into the muzzle of the Browning and spitting on his paw.<BR></DIV>
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<DIV>High on a hill between two copses loomed three dark silhouettes. Woland, Koroviev and Behemoth sat in the saddles on black horses, gazing at the city spread beyond the river, with the fragmented sun glittering in a thousand windows looking west, toward the gingerbread towers of the Devichy Convent.<BR>There was a noise in the air, and Azazello, with the Master and Margarita flying in the black tail of his cloak, descended near the waiting group.</DIV>
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