The Master and Margarita
From the album “Watercolors by Gennady Kalinovskiy”
“Oh, it was a golden age,” the narrator whispered, his eyes shining, “little windows right above the small sidewalk leading from the gate. Opposite, four steps away, under the fence, were lilacs, a linden tree, and a maple. I opened the windows and sat in the second, very tiny room. And my head became light from fatigue, and Pilate was flying to the end.”