The Master and Margarita
From the album “Watercolors by Gennady Kalinovskiy”
It struck Margarita that Woland came out for this last grand exit at the ball in exactly the same appearance he had in the bedroom. The same dirty patched shirt was hanging on his shoulders, his feet were in worn-out bedroom slippers. “Mikhail Alexandrovich,” Woland said softly to the head, and then the eyelids of the dead man lifted, and on his dead face, Margarita, shuddering, saw living eyes full of thought and suffering.