The Master and Margarita
From the album “Watercolors by Gennady Kalinovskiy”
Varenukha, guarding the door, was jumping near it, lingering in the air for a long time and swaying in it. With his crooked fingers, he waved towards Rimsky, hissed and smacked his lips, winking at the girl in the window. Rimsky let out a weak cry, leaned against the wall, and held his briefcase out like a shield. The window frame swung wide open, but instead of the night's freshness and the scent of linden trees, the smell of a cellar burst into the room. The deceased woman stepped onto the windowsill. Rimsky clearly saw the spots of decay on her chest.