The Master and Margarita
From the album “Watercolors by Enrico Riposati”
From the windowsill, a greenish shawl of night light fell onto the floor, and in it appeared Ivanushka's nocturnal guest, who called himself the Master. Margarita recognized him immediately, moaned, clasped her hands, and ran to him. She kissed him on the forehead, on the lips, pressed against his prickly cheek, and her long-held tears now streamed down her face.