The Master and Margarita
From the album “Watercolors by Gennady Kalinovskiy”
“I want my lover, the Master, returned to me immediately, this very second,” said Margarita, and her face was contorted by a convulsion. From the windowsill, a greenish patch of night light fell onto the floor, and in it appeared Ivanushka's nocturnal guest, who called himself the Master. He was in his hospital attire—in a dressing gown, slippers, and a black cap with which he never parted. His unshaven face was twitching with a grimace, he was looking crazily and fearfully at the candle flames, and the moon's stream was boiling around him.