The Master and Margarita
From the album “Drawings by Alexander Ivanov”
And exactly at midnight, in the first of them, something boomed, rang, rattled, and jumped. And immediately a thin male voice cried out desperately to the music: “Hallelujah!!” The famous Griboyedov jazz band had struck up. Faces covered in sweat seemed to light up, it seemed as if the painted horses on the ceiling had come to life, as if the lamps had become brighter, and suddenly, as if unleashed, both halls began to dance, and after them, the veranda also began to dance. The clatter of the golden cymbals in the jazz band sometimes drowned out the clatter of the dishes that the scullery maids were sending down an inclined plane to the kitchen. In a word, hell.