The Master and Margarita
From the album “Watercolors by Gennady Kalinovskiy”
Pilate turned and walked back across the bridge to the steps, looking at nothing but the multi-colored checkers of the decking beneath his feet, so as not to stumble. He knew that now, behind him on the platform, bronze coins and dates were raining down, that in the wailing crowd, people, crushing each other, were climbing onto shoulders to see with their own eyes the miracle—how a man who had already been in the hands of death had broken free from those hands!