The Master and Margarita
From the album “Illustrations by Elena Baitman”
“Gliding to the third floor, Margarita looked into the end window, veiled by a light dark curtain. A weak lamp was burning under the ceiling in the room. In a little bed with mesh sides sat a boy of about four, listening in fright. There was no adult in the room. Evidently everyone had run out of the apartment. “They’re breaking the glass,” the boy said, and called: “Mama!”