Evgenia Makarovawww.behance.netHere are several portraits of Bulgakov's characters by the St. Petersburg artist and photographer Evgenia Makarova.
The window swung open, and in the distant height, the full moon appeared—not a morning moon, but a midnight one. 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.
“Did you come without a sword?” Hella wondered.
“Please take this,” said Azazello, and, pulling a small, round golden box from his pocket, he held it out to Margarita with the words: “Now, hide it, or the passersby will see.”
The cat swayed in the chandelier, its swings getting smaller and smaller, for some reason blowing into the barrel of the Browning and spitting on its paw.
