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I finally returned, and it was a great vacation jorney. And now I need to return to work.
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...Woland came out for this last great appearance at the ball looking just the same as he had looked in the bedroom. The same dirty, patched shirt hung on his shoulders, his feet were in worn-out bedroom slippers. Woland had a sword, but he used this bare sword as a cane, leaning on it.
...Azazello was before him with a platter in his hands, and on this platter Margarita saw a man’s severed head.
...slain man’s eyelids rose, and on the dead face Margarita saw,
with a shudder, living eyes filled with thought and suffering.
‘...You have always been an ardent preacher of the theory that, on the cutting off of his head, life ceases in a man, he turns to ashes and goes into non-being. I have
the pleasure of informing you, in the presence of my guests, though they serve as proof of quite a different theory, that your theory is both solid and clever.
However, one theory is as good as another. There is also one which holds that it will be given to each according to his faith. 19 Let it come true! You go into non-being, and from the cup into which you are to be transformed, I will joyfully drink to being!’
Woland raised his sword. Straight away the flesh of the head turned dark and shrivelled, then fell off in pieces, the eyes disappeared, and soon
Margarita saw on the platter a yellowish skull with emerald eyes, pearl teeth and a golden foot. The lid opened on a hinge.
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...the baron began to fall backwards, crimson blood spurted from his chest and poured down his starched shirt and waistcoat. Koroviev put the cup to the
spurt and handed the full cup to Woland. The baron’s lifeless body was by that time already on the floor.
‘I drink your health, ladies and gentlemen,’ Woland said quietly and, raising the cup, touched it to his lips.
Then a metamorphosis occurred. The patched shirt and worn slippers disappeared. Woland was in some sort of black chlamys with a steel sword
on his hip. He quickly approached Margarita, offered her the cup, and said imperiously:
‘Drink!’
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...Woland came out for this last great appearance at the ball looking just the same as he had looked in the bedroom. The same dirty, patched shirt hung on his shoulders, his feet were in worn-out bedroom slippers. Woland had a sword, but he used this bare sword as a cane, leaning on it.
...Azazello was before him with a platter in his hands, and on this platter Margarita saw a man’s severed head.
...slain man’s eyelids rose, and on the dead face Margarita saw,
with a shudder, living eyes filled with thought and suffering.
‘...You have always been an ardent preacher of the theory that, on the cutting off of his head, life ceases in a man, he turns to ashes and goes into non-being. I have
the pleasure of informing you, in the presence of my guests, though they serve as proof of quite a different theory, that your theory is both solid and clever.
However, one theory is as good as another. There is also one which holds that it will be given to each according to his faith. 19 Let it come true! You go into non-being, and from the cup into which you are to be transformed, I will joyfully drink to being!’
Woland raised his sword. Straight away the flesh of the head turned dark and shrivelled, then fell off in pieces, the eyes disappeared, and soon
Margarita saw on the platter a yellowish skull with emerald eyes, pearl teeth and a golden foot. The lid opened on a hinge.
...
...the baron began to fall backwards, crimson blood spurted from his chest and poured down his starched shirt and waistcoat. Koroviev put the cup to the
spurt and handed the full cup to Woland. The baron’s lifeless body was by that time already on the floor.
‘I drink your health, ladies and gentlemen,’ Woland said quietly and, raising the cup, touched it to his lips.
Then a metamorphosis occurred. The patched shirt and worn slippers disappeared. Woland was in some sort of black chlamys with a steel sword
on his hip. He quickly approached Margarita, offered her the cup, and said imperiously:
‘Drink!’
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