The Master and Margarita
From the album “Photo illustrations by Elena Martynyuk”
Night thickened beside them, snatching at the flyers’ cloaks, tearing them away and exposing deceit. When Margarita, buffeted by a cool wind, opened her eyes, she saw every disguise fall away from the riders bound for their goal. And when a crimson, swollen moon rose over the forest edge, all deception vanished: the witches’ flimsy garments slipped into bogs, drowned in mist.