The Master and Margarita
From the album “Watercolors by Enrico Riposati”
Woland sat on a folding stool, dressed in his black cassock. His long, broad sword was thrust between two cracked terrace slabs. Resting his sharp chin on his fist, hunched over on the stool and tucking one leg under himself, Woland looked unblinkingly at the immense conglomeration of palaces, giant houses, and small hovels doomed to demolition.