The Master and Margarita
From the album “Watercolors by Gennady Kalinovskiy”
The sun was already setting over Bald Mountain, but the heat was still unbearable, and the soldiers in both cordons suffered from it, languished with boredom, and cursed the three robbers in their hearts, sincerely wishing them a quick death. On the mutilated face of Ratslayer, neither fatigue nor displeasure was expressed.