For me reader who said that no. Who told you that there is no real, faithful, eternal love ...? (Bulgakov Mikhail)

And we continue to publish the most interesting quotes of all the times and peoples, and today we have no less significant quotation from the mouth ... Who would you think? Who is the author of the lines - who told you that there is no real, faithful, eternal love? Yes, it will be cut off his vile language!

The correct answer to this question is Mikhail Bulgakov

PART TWO

Chapter 19. Margarita

For me, reader! Who told you that not in the light of the real, faithful, eternal love? Yes, it will be cut off his vile language!

For me, my reader, and just for me, and I will show you such love!

Not! The master was mistaken when Ivanushka said in the hospital at that time when the night turned through at midnight, that she forgot him. This could not be. She, of course, did not forget him.

First of all, open the mystery that the master did not want to open an Ivanushka. His beloved was called Margarito Nikolaevna. Everything that the master spoke about her was the truth. He described his beloved right. She was beautiful and smart. It is necessary to add one more thing - with confidence it can be said that many women whatever whatever they would give their lives to the life of Margarita Nikolaevna. A childless thirty-year-old Margarita was a very large specialist in his wife, who also made the most important discovery of state importance. Her husband was young, beautiful, kind, honest and adored his wife. Margarita Nikolaevna with her husband together held the entire top of a beautiful mansion in the garden in one of the alleys near Arbat. Charming place! Everyone can make sure if wishes to go to this garden. Let them contact me, I will tell him the address, I will put the road - the mansion is still intact.

For me, reader! Who told you that not in the world true, faithful, eternal love? Yes, it will be cut off his vile language! Per me, my reader, and just for me, and I will show you such love!

Margarita Nikolaevna did not need money. Margarita Nikolaevna
Could buy everything she likes. Among his friends, her husband came across
interesting people. Margarita Nikolaevna never touched the primus.
Margarita Nikolaevna did not know the horrors of living in a joint apartment.
Word ... She was happy? Not one minute!

She carried in the hands of disgusting, disturbing yellow flowers.
Damn them know what their name is, but they are the first for some reason appear in
Moscow.

Love jumped out before us, how from under the earth pops up the killer in
Lane, and struck us both at once! So amazes lightning, so amazes
Finnish knife!

With yellow flowers in her hands she came out on that day so me
finally found it if it did not happen, she would choose, because
that her life is empty.

Well, the one who loves must share the fate of whom he loves.

She entered the wicket once, and the hearts of the heart before that I was tested at least ten ...

Festive midnight is sometimes pleasant and delay.

... Never ask anything! Never anything, and especially those who are stronger than you. Sami will offer themselves and everyone will give!

The truth is to speak easily and pleasant.

I know that in the evening they will come to you who you love who you are
You are interested in and who is not alarmed. They will play you, they will
Sing you, you will see what light in the room when candles are burning. You
you will fall asleep, put your salted and eternal cap, you will
Fill with a smile on the lips. Sleep will strengthen you, you will witness
wisely. And you no longer be driven. Bearing your dream will I.

Why chase in the footsteps of what is already completed.

A man without a surprise inside, in his drawer, uninteresting.

Brick is neither to no one and never falls on his head.

People like people. They love money, but it has always been ...
Humanity loves money, of which they would be made, from Leather Leather, from
Lee paper, from bronze or gold. Well, frivolous ... well, what ...
Ordinary people ... in general, remind the same ... the apartment is only
spoiled them ...

Cut the hairs can probably only one who suspected.

It's nice to hear that you are so politely reaching the cat.
Cats usually say "you", although not a single cat with anyone
did not drink bruershaft.

The fact is the most stubborn thing in the world.

"You are free. Do I hold you?"
"No, what about the answer! No, you leave my memory, then I will become free."

"Gods! My Gods, how sad Evening
Earth, as mysterious fogs over her swamps. Who wandered in these
foggers who flew over the ground, carrying incredibly heavy load, that
It knows. It knows the tired. And he without regret leaves fogs
Earth, with her swamp and rivers. And with a light heart gives yourself to hand
death, knowing that only she can calm her ... "

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My God, how sad Evening Earth

Spleen - Romance

For me, reader! Who told you that not in the light of the real, faithful, eternal love? Yes, it will be cut off his vile language! For me, my reader, and just for me, and I will show you such love!

Ga-Noesri

Something, Will Your, is unknown in men, avoiding wines, games, adorable women, and a feast conversation. Such people or severely sick, or in secretly hate others. True, exceptions are possible. Among those who have come with me for a fellow table, sometimes amazing scoundrels came across!

Levi.

Is it vodka? - Margarita asked weakly. The cat jumped on a chair from the offense. - Prying, the queen, "he stuck," would I allow myself to pour a lady vodka? " This is pure alcohol!

Morning Likhodeev

Will you be so kind to think about the question: what would your good, if there was no evil, and how the Earth would look like, if the shadows disappeared from it? After all, the shadows are obtained from items and people. Here is a shadow from my sword. But there are shadows from trees and from living beings. Do you want to beat the whole globe, having demolished all the trees from him and all the living because of your fantasy to enjoy naked light?

On the roof

Ah, Messir, my wife, if I just had it, I had a risking twenty times! But, fortunately, Messir, I am not married, and I will tell you right - happy that is not married. Oh, Messir, is it possible to exchange idle freedom to the tremory yarm!

Never talk to unfamiliar

Eyes are a significant thing. Like a barometer. Everything can be seen: who, who has a great sustay in the soul, who cannot poke the rib to the rib to the rib, and who is afraid of anyone.

But to the case, Margarita Nikolaevna

Unhappy man cruel and worm. And everything is only because good people dismissed him. - Kind people? Are you all or name? - All, evil people are not in the world.

Sadovaya

Love jumped out before us, how from under the ground pops up the murderer in the alley, and struck us at once both!

The session is over. Maestro, make a march!

Insult is the usual reward for good work.

Koroviev and Hippiece

We speak with you in different languages, as always, but things we are talking about, do not change from this.

Afranny and Pilat.

He who loves must share the fate of whom he loves.

Master's disease

People like people. They love money, but it has always been ... Humanity loves money, of which they would be made, from leather leather, from paper, from bronze or gold. Well, frivolous ... Well, what ... Ordinary people ... in general, remind the same ... the apartment question only spoiled them ...

Azazello cream

It's nice to hear that you are so politely reaching the cat. Cats usually say for some reason, although not a single cat with anyone who did not drink BruderShaft.

Globe Voland.

Never ask for nothing! Never anything, and especially those who are stronger than you. Sami will offer themselves and everyone will give!

Memories of the Master of Meeting with Margarita

Final monologue Margarita

Mikhail Bulgakov "Master and Margarita". Book from home library

The plot is interesting. This is definitely. You get from some kind of special world, where reality is combined from fantastics, mysticism, even "damn".

The heroes of this work are bright, original: Master and Margarita, Woland and his Sweet, Yeshua and Pontius Pilate, Berlioz and Ivan Homeless, Varenuha .... I will not list all.

This book makes think about the meaning of life, look at humanity from the side and evaluate. As many of us strive for the thickening of material needs. For this, they are ready even for crimes. They may cheer, take bribes ... Other ordinary people are glad at least somehow get started at someone else's account (visitors of the improvised store during a session of black magic). Are they funny? Or do sympathy? Reply definitely hard.

"Well, what, - thought that the one, -on-people like people. Love money, but it has always been ... Humanity loves money, of which they would be made, from Lee Leather, from Paper Lee, from bronze or Gold. Well, frivolous ... Well, that ... and mercy sometimes knocks on their hearts ... Ordinary people ... In general, they remind the same ... the apartment only spoiled them ... "

Episodes in which all this is described. Here is irony, humor, feelings, and even satire. But not only is remembered. This book of love And hatred, good and evil ...

"She carried in the hands of disgusting, disturbing yellow flowers. Damn them know what their name is, but for some reason they first appear in Moscow ... "

"... With yellow flowers in his hands, she came out that day so that I finally found it, and that if it did not happen, she would choose, because her life is empty."

Good and evil ... How often these qualities can be connected in any person's actions. Many talk about the master and Margarita, Voland, Pontius Pilate. In one of the reviews, I read that Pontius is a boring image. I do not agree with this. With sympathy I have to do with this character. He is alone. The only truly close creature is a Bang dog. Ponti - the procurator of Judea. He is overcome contradictory feelings. He is sympathetic Yeshua, but he remains an official. The procurator could not save his life to him. Probably Stroxy. Because of this suffers. It seems that something else could not say the most important. But isn't it Torn Pilate because of this?

"The deceit itself was that the procurator tried to inspire that these actions, present, evening, are no less important than the morning sentence. But it was very bad for the procurator. "

All images were impressed by the work of Mikhail Afanasyevich. But I also want to express admiration for the language of the novel. How many aphorisms are here!

« Love jumped out before us, how from under the ground pops up the murderer in the alley, and struck us at once both! So amazes lightning, so amazes the Finnish knife! "

"Who said that there is no in the light of the real, faithful, eternal love? Yes, they will be able to lie to his vile language! "

"Understand that language can hide the truth, and the eyes - never! Alarmed by the question of truth from the bottom of the soul for a moment jumping into the eyes, and she is noticed, and you caught. "

"Never be afraid of anything. It is unreasonable. "

"Brick is not over with anyone and never falls on his head."

"The truth is to speak easily and pleasant."

"Do not burn manuscripts!"

And in general, the speech of the characters deeply individualized, transfers the characteristics of the character, the level of education, educationalness.

wizard description. Especially remembered the Satan Ball. Brightly, fabulously. The spirit captures from this grandiose spectacle. How many fantasy, fiction! And all this thanks to the ability of the author to use the richness of the Russian language, his talent writer.

If someone else did not read this novel, I envy him in good way. He recognizes an interesting story from the life of unusual characters. It will become richer spiritually.

My wish: Read the novel and do not look for politics here (sometimes the literary critics often write about it), and you can feel all the magic of the events described in it.

Part two

Chapter 19. Margarita

For me, reader! Who told you that not in the light of the real, faithful, eternal love? Yes, it will be cut off his vile language!

For me, my reader, and just for me, and I will show you such love!

Master and Margarita. Film. 6th series

Not! The master was wrong when Ivanovka spoke with bitterness in the hospital at that time when the night turned after midnight, that she forgot him. This could not be. She, of course, did not forget him.

First of all, open the mystery, which the master did not want to open an Ivanushka. His beloved was called Margarito Nikolaevna. Everything that the master spoke about her a poor poet was the truth. He described his beloved right. She was beautiful and smart. It is necessary to add one more thing - with confidence it can be said that many women whatever whatever they would give their lives to the life of Margarita Nikolaevna. A childless thirty-year-old Margarita was a very large specialist in his wife, who also made the most important discovery of state importance.

Her husband was young, beautiful, kind, honest and adored his wife. Margarita Nikolaevna with her husband together held the entire top of a beautiful mansion in the garden in one of the alleys near Arbat. Charming place! Everyone can make sure if wishes to go to this garden. Let them turn to me, I will tell him the address, I will put the road - the mansion is still so far.

Margarita Nikolaevna did not need money. Margarita Nikolaevna could buy everything she likes. Among his friends, her husband came across interesting people. Margarita Nikolaevna never touched the primus. Margarita Nikolaevna did not know the horrors of living in a joint apartment. Word ... She was happy? Not one minute! Since nineteen years old, she got married and hit the mansion, she did not know happiness. Gods, my gods! What did this woman needed?! What did this woman needed, in the eyes of which was always burning by some incomprehensible lights, what did it need this slightly obliquely on one eye of the witch, who hesitated himself then in spring mistresses? I do not know. I am unknown. Obviously, she told the truth, she was needed, a master, but not a gothic mansion at all, and not a separate garden, and not money. She loved him, she told the truth. Even with me, a truthful narrator, but a stranger, a heart is compressed at the thought that he experienced Margarita when she came on the other day in the Master's house, fortunately, did not have time to talk with her husband who did not return on the appointed time, and found out that the masters are no longer.

She did everything to find out something about him, and, of course, did not find out exactly nothing. Then she returned to the mansion and healed at the same place.

- Yes, yes, yes, the same mistake! - spoke Margarita in winter, sitting at the stove and looking into the fire, - Why did I leave him at night? What for? After all, it is madness! I returned the next day, honestly, as promised, but it was too late. Yes, I returned as the unfortunate Levie Matvey, too late!

All these words were, of course, ridiculous, because, in fact,: what would have changed if she was left at the Master that night? Would she save him? Funny! - We would exclaim, but we will not make it before the woman brought to despair.

In such torment, Margarita Nikolaevna lived all winter and lived to spring. On the very day, when any Velipa Korthma occurred, caused by the appearance of a black mage in Moscow, on Friday, when he was expelled back to Kiev Uncle Berlioz, when an accountant was arrested and many other stupid and incomprehensible things happened, Margarita woke up at around noon in her bedroom leaving a lantern to the mansion tower.

Waking up, Margarita did not cry, as it happened often, because he woke up with the premonition that today she will finally happen. Feeling this premonition, she began to warm him and raise in his soul, fearing so that it would not leave her.

- I believe! - whispered Margarita solemnly, - I believe! Something happens! Can't happen, because for what, in fact, a lifelong flour sent me? I confess that I lied and deceived and lived in secret life hidden from people, but still it is impossible to punish it so cruel. Something will certainly happen, because it does not happen so that anything stretched forever. And besides, my dream was properly, I hand over for that.

So whispered Margarita Nikolaevna, looking at the Punchy curtains fill with the sun, resting restlessly, combing short curled hair in front of a triple mirror.

The dream, who dreamed about this night Margarita, was really unusual. The fact is that during its winter torment, she never saw a master in a dream. At night, he left her, and she suffered only in daytime clock. And then dreamed.

A unknown Margarita was dreamed of a terrain - hopeless, sad, under the cloudy sky of early spring. It was dreamed of this Klochetic Running Serena, and under him a silent flock of rods. Some sorry bridge. Under it, a muddy spring sponge, bladding, benishchish half-or-old trees, a lonely aspen, and then, - between the trees, for some kind of garden, - a log zda, not that it is a separate kitchen, not that bath, not the hell knows what. Non-living all around some kind of dull, which is so pulling to hang on this oxen at the bridge. Neither the blow of the breeze, no chapels of the cloud and a living soul. Here is a hell of a living person!

And now, imagine, swing the door of this log building, and he appears. Pretty far, but it is clearly visible. He is broken, you will not understand what he is dressed. Hair is unworn, not unwitting. The eyes of patients who are alarmed. Manites her hand calling. Chilling in non-residential air, Margarita on the bumps ran toward him and at that time woke up.

"This dream may mean only one of two," Margarita Nikolaevna himself argued, "if he was dead and adorganized me, that means he came for me, and I will soon die." It is very good, because the torment will then come to the end. Or he is alive, then sleep can only mean one thing that he reminds me of himself! He wants to say that we will see you. Yes, we will see very soon. "

Being all in the same excited state, Margarita dressed and began to inspire that, in essence, everything is very successful, and such good moments should be able to catch and use them. My husband went on a business trip for three days. For three days, it is provided to himself, no one will prevent her to think about anything, dream of what she likes. All five rooms in the upper floor of the mansion, the whole apartment that tens of thousands of people would envy in Moscow, in its complete disposal.

However, having received freedom for three days, from all this luxurious apartment Margarita chose far from the best place. Having drunk tea, she went into the dark, without windows, the room where the suitcases were kept and a different old one in two large cabinets. Seeded squatting, she opened the first box of the first of them and from under the piles of silk trimming, was the only valuable thing that had in life. In the hands of the Margarita turned out to be an old album of brown skin, in which there was a photographic card of the master, the book of the savings box office with the contribution of ten thousands in his name, the roses flew between the sheets of the petals of dried roses and part of the notebook into a whole sheet, written in the typewriter and Lower edge.

Returning to this wealth to his bedroom, Margarita Nikolaevna set a photo on a three-rolled mirror and set up for about an hour, holding a notebook on his knees, shifting it and reread what after the burning was not beginning, no end: "... Darkness, Found from the Mediterranean Sea, covered the city hated by the procurator. Hanging bridges disappeared connecting the temple with a terrible Anthony Tower, descended from the sky of the abyss and flooded the winged gods over the hippodrome, the Hasmerey Palace with the Boygles, Bazaars, Caravan-srates, the Luggles, Ponds ... Lost Ershalaim - the Great City, as if he did not exist in the world ... "

Suting tears, Margarita Nikolaevna left a notebook, his elbows put on the firing table and, reflecting in the mirror, sat for a long time, not showering eyes from the photo. Then the tears were dried. Margarita neatly folded her property, and after a few minutes it was again buried under the silk rags, and the castle closed in a dark room.

Margarita Nikolaevna put on in the front coat to go for a walk. The beauty of Natasha, her housekeeper, inquired about what to do on the second, and, having received the answer that it was indifferent to entertain the very thing, joined with her mistress in the conversation and began to tell God knows that, like the fact that yesterday in the Focusing Theater Such tricks showed that everything was abuned, he distributed two bottles of overseas spirits and stockings for free, and then, as a session ended, the public went out into the street, and - to hug - everyone turned out to be naked! Margarita Nikolaevna fell on a chair under the mirror in the front and crushed.

- Natasha! Well, as you are not ashamed, - Margarita Nikolaevna said, - You are a competent, smart girl; In the queues, the damn knows what, and you repeat!

Natasha poured a blush and with great heat, he objected that they did not lie anything and that today she herself personally in the grocery in Arbat saw one citizen who came in a grocery in shoes, and how it became from the cash register, she had disappeared with her legs and she was left in alone stockings. Laughty eyes! On the heel hole. And these magic shoes, from the very session.

- So went?

- So went! - screeching Natasha, more and more bloom because she did not believe, - Yes, yesterday, Margarita Nikolaevna, the policeman took the police one hundred at night. Citizens from this session in some palsions fled on Tverskaya.

"Well, of course, this Daria told," said Margarita Nikolaevna, "I have noticed for her for a long time that she is a terrible lie."

A funny conversation ended with a pleasant surprise for Natasha. Margarita Nikolaevna went to the bedroom and came out from there, holding a pair of stockings and a bloc of cologne in his hands. Having said Natasha that she also wants to show the focus, Margarita Nikolaevna presented her and stockings and the flask and said that he asked her only about one thing - not to run in alone stockings in Tverskaya and not listen to Daria. Kissing, the hostess and the housekeeper broke up.

Having leaning back on a comfortable, soft back of the chair in a trolleybus, Margarita Nikolaevna was driving around Arbat and then thought about her, he listened to what two citizens sitting in front of her whisper.

And those, occasionally turning around with caution, if anyone, hesitated about some nonsense. Hefty, fleshy, with foolish pork eyes, sitting by the window quietly spoke to his little neighbor about the fact that it was necessary to close the coffin with a black bedspread ...

- Yes, it can not be - amazing, whispered small, is something unheard of ... And what did Jelly undertake?

Among the smooth buzz of trolleybus, words from the window were heard:

- Criminal wanted ... Scandal ... Well, straight mystic!

Of these fragmentary pieces of Margarita Nikolaevna somehow amounted to something connected. Citizens whispering that someone had someone, and what - they were not called, the head was stolen from the coffin today! That's because of this, this jelly is worried now. All these, that whisper in trolleybus, also have some kind of attitude to the condemned dead man.

- Do you take a place for the colors? - Worried small, - cremation, are you talking in two?

Finally, Margarita Nikolaevna was tired of listening to this mysterious stretch about stolen from the coffin, and she was delighted that it was time for her.

A few minutes later, Margarita Nikolaevna was already sitting under the Kremlin wall on one of the benches, silent so that she was visible by the playpen.

Margarita pushed on a bright sun, recalled his current dream, recalled how exactly a year, day a day and an hour per hour, on the same bench she was sitting next to him. And just like then, the black handbag was lying next to her on the bench. He was not near on this day, but speaking mentally Margarita Nikolaevna still with him: "If you are exiled, then why don't you know about yourself? After all, they give people to know. You do not love me anymore? No, for some reason I do not believe it. So you were exiled and died ... then I ask you, let me go, let me finally live, breathe air. " Margarita Nikolaevna herself answered himself for him: "You are free ... Do I hold you?" Then he objected to him: "No, what about the answer! No, you leave my memory, then I will become free. "

People passed by Margarita Nikolaevna. Some man glanced at a well-dressed woman attracted by her beauty and loneliness. He coughed and sat down at the tip of the same bench, on which Margarita Nikolaevna was sitting. Having a spirit, he spoke:

- Definitely good weather today ...

But Margarita looked so gloomily on him that he rose and left.

"So an example," Margarita said mentally, who owned her, "why, in fact, did I drive this man?" I am bored, and in this slate there is nothing wrong, isn't it just a stupid word "definitely"? Why do I sit like Owl, under the wall one? Why am I off from life? "

She was completely sealed and dreamed. But here suddenly, the most morning wave of waiting and excitement pushed her into the chest. "Yes, it will happen!" The wave pushed her secondaryly, and then she realized that this is a sound wave. Through the noise of the city, the approaching blows of the drum and sounds of a bit of false pipes were more distinct.

The first to seemed step by riding the gardens of the garden equestrian policeman, and behind him three hiking. Then slowly riding a truck with musicians. Next - a slowly moving funeral new open car, on it the coffin is all in wreaths, and in the corners of the site - four standing person: Three men, one woman. Even at a distance, Margarita saw that people standing in the funeral car of people accompanying the dead man on the last path, some strangely confused. In particular, it was noticeable in relation to citizens standing in the left back corner of the road. Thick cheeks of this citizen seem to be from the inside, there was even more kind of spicy mystery, ambiguous lights played in their eyes. It seemed that here was about a little more, and a citizen, not satisfied, Wimpets on the dead man and says: "Did you see something like that? Straight mystic! " Such confused faces were also walking, which, in the number of three people, about three hundred, slowly walked behind the funeral machine.

Margarita escaped the procession by listening to how the dull Turkish drum calms down in a distance of the same "BMS, BMS, BMS", and thought: "What strange funerals ... and what a longing from this" BMS "! Oh, the right, the devil would have laid the soul to just know, he is alive or not! It is interesting to know who they are buried with such amazing faces? "

"Berlioz Mikhail Alexandrovich," he heard a few nasal male voice, "Chairman of the massolist.

The surprised Margarita Nikolaevna turned and saw a citizen on his bench, who, obviously, silently hooked at a time when Margarita looked at the procession and, it must be assumed, in the abutation loud asked his last question.

The procession in the meantime began to be suspended, probably delayed in front of traffic lights.

"Yes," the unknown citizen continued, "they have an amazing mood. Did the dead man, and think only about where his head was going!

- What is the head? - asked Margarita, peering in an unexpected neighbor. This neighbor was a small growth, a flame-redhead, with a fang, in starchy underwear, in a striped darling suit, in lacquered shoes and with a bowler on the head. The tuck was bright. It was surprising that from a pocket, where usually men wear handquarters or a self-painting feather, this citizen was braced chicken chicken bone.

"Yes, whether to see," the redhead explained, "this morning, in the Griboedovskaya Hall, the dead was pulled from the coffin.

- How can it be? Margarita asked unwittingly, at the same time remembering the whisper in trolleybus.

- Damn him knows how! - I unleashed the redhead, - I, however, I believe that it would not ask for a hippopotamus about this. To horror cleanedly smoke. Such a scandal! And, most importantly, it is not clear to whom and what she needs it, this head!

No matter how busy with his Margarita Nikolaevna, she was still struck by the strange doctors of an unknown citizen.

- Let me! - Suddenly she exclaimed, - What is Berlioz? It is that in newspapers today ...

- How, how ...

- So it became, the writers behind the coffin go? - asked Margarita and suddenly crumbled.

- Well, naturally, they!

- Do you know them in the face?

"Everyone is united," answered red.

- How can it not be? - answered Redhead, - he is with the edge in the fourth row.

- Is it blond? - Pouch, asked Margarita.

- ash color ... You see, he ascended to the sky.

- Is the Patera like?

More Margarita asked anything, peering in Latunsky.

- And you, as I see, - smiling, spoke red, - hate this brass.

"I still hate someone," Margarita answered through his teeth, "but it is not interesting to talk about it."

- Yes, of course, what is interesting here, Margarita Nikolaevna!

Margarita was surprised:

- You know me?

Instead of response, the redhead removed the bowler and took it on the departure.

"Completely robbing ..." - thought Margarita, peering into his street interlocutor.

"And I don't know you," Margarita said dryly.

- Where do you know me! Meanwhile, I sent to you in Delta.

Margarita turned pale and recoiled.

- From this right and it was necessary to start, "she spoke," and not to grind the hell knows what about the cut head! Do you want to arrest me?

"Nothing like this," the redhead exclaimed, "what it is: since I spoke, so certainly arrested!" Just a matter of you.

- I do not understand anything, what's the matter?

Redhead looked around and said mysteriously:

- I was sent to invite you to visit tonight.

- What are you raised, what guests?

"To one very nonestly alien," said Redhead significantly, squinting his eyes. Margarita was very angry.

"The new breed appeared: a street pimp, - rising to leave, she said.

- Thank you for such instructions! "While offering, exclaimed red and grumbled in the back of the outgoing Margarita. - fool!

- Burning! - he responded, turning around, and immediately heard the voice of redhead:

- Darkness, who came from the Mediterranean Sea, covered the city hated by the procurator. Hanging bridges disappeared, connecting the temple with a terrible Anthony Tower ... disappeared by Yershalaim, the great city, as if he did not exist in the world ... So you disappear, you are a propagation with your burnt notebook and dried rose! Sit here on the bench alone and beg him so that he let go to freedom, gave breathe air, would leave the memory!

The beatings of the face, Margarita returned to the bench. Redhead looked at her, squinting.

"I don't understand anything," Margarita Nikolaevna spoke softly, "you can still find out about the sheets ... penetrate, spit ... Natasha bribed? Yes? But how could you learn my thoughts? - She was sorely wrinkled and added. - Tell me who are you? What institution you are from?

"That's boredom," grumbled red and spoke louder, "I'm sorry, because I told you that I'm not from the institution!" Sit down please.

Margarita obscurely obeyed, but still, sitting down, asked again:

- Who are you?

- Well, well, calling me azazello, but still does not say anything to you.

- And you do not tell me, how did you know about the leaves and about my thoughts?

"I won't say," Azazello replied dryly.

- But do you know anything about him? - whispering margarita whispered.

- Well, let's say, I know.

- Pray: tell me only one thing, is he alive? Do not torment.

"Well, alive, alive," Azazello reluctantly responded.

- Please, without excitement and scrawing, - frowning, said Azazelo.

"Sorry, sorry," Margarita muttered now, ", of course, got angry at you. But, you see, when a woman is invited to visit somewhere on the street ... I have no prejudice, I assure you - Margarita sadly grinned, - but I never see any foreigners, I have no hunt to communicate with them ... and except , my husband ... My drama is that I live with the one I do not like, but to spoil his life I consider it unworthy. I did not see anything from him, except for good ...

Azazello with visible boredom listened to this incoherent speech and said Surgovo:

- I ask you to climb a minute.

Margarita silently silent.

- I invite you to a foreigner completely safe. And no soul will know about this visit. That's why I handle you.

- Why did I need him? - chokingly asked Margarita.

- You will learn about it later.

"I understand ... I have to surrender to him," Margarita said thoughtfully.

At this, Azazelo somehow grunted and answered:

- Any woman in the world, I can assure you, I would dream about it, "Azazello got sneakly," but I will disappoint you, it will not.

- What is the foreigner?! - Margarita exclaimed in confusion so loudly that the benches passed on it were turned on, - and what interest go to him?

Azazello leaned toward her and whispered meaningfully:

- Well, interest is very big ... you use the case ...

- What? - Margarita exclaimed, and her eyes rounded it, - if I understand you correctly, do you hint at what I can learn about him there?

Azazelo silently nodded his head.

- Food! - Margarita exclaimed with force and grabbed Azazelo by the hand, - food, anywhere!

Azazello, lighteningfully fading, leaned back to the back of the bench, closing his back the word "Nyura" largely carved on it, and spoke ironically:

- Difficult people these women! - He shoved his hands in his pockets and pulled his feet far ahead, - Why, for example, did they send me about this case? Let a hippopotan ride, he is charming ...

Margarita spoke, krivo and sorry smiling:

- Stop you to mystify me and torment your mysteries ... I'm unhappy, and you use it. I climb into some strange story, but, I swear, only because you adorn me with the words about him! My head is spinning from all these incomprehension ...

- Without drama, without drama, - grimacing, Azazelo responded, - in my position it is also necessary to enter. To give the administrator in the face, or put a uncle from the house, or shoot someone, or some more trifle in this way, this is my direct specialty, but to talk with lovers in love - servant humane. After all, I have half an hour you are already settled. So going?

"Food," said Margarita Nikolaevna just answered.

"Then you bother to get," said Azazelo and, drove out a round gold box from his pocket, handed it to Margarita with words, "yes, hide, and then the passersby look." She will come in handy, Margarita Nikolaevna. You are decently raised from grief over the past six months. (Margarita broke out, but did not answer anything, and Azazelo continued.) Tonight, exactly half the tenth, bother, undressing donag, grate the face and the whole body. Next do what you want, but do not move away from the phone. At ten I will call you and everything you need, I will say. You can't take care of anything, you will be delivered to where you need, and you will not be harmful. Clear?

Margarita was silent, then replied:

- Clear. This thing is from pure gold, visible in gravity. Well, I understand perfectly well what they take care and pull into some dark history, for which I am very clear.

"This is what is," Aliasello was almost hidden, "are you again?"

- No, wait!

- Give back lipstick.

Margarita tightly closed the box in his hand and continued:

- No, wait ... I know what I go. But I go to all because of him, because I don't have any more hope in the world. But I want to tell you that if you destroy me, you will be ashamed! Yes, I am ashamed! I die because of love! - And, knocking himself in the chest, Margarita looked at the sun.

"Give back," Azazello was hurt in the malice, "give it back, and all this." Let be sent hippopotamus.

- Oh no! - Margarita exclaimed, hitting passing, - I agree to everything, I agree to do this comedy with rubbing the ointment, I agree to go to the line on Kulichki. Will not give it back!

- Ba! "Suddenly, Azazello shouted and, hatching his eyes to the garden grille, began to point out a finger somewhere.

Margarita turned to where Azazello pointed out, but nothing special was found there. Then she turned to Azazelo, wanting to get an explanation for this ridiculous "BA!", But it was no one to give this explanation: the mysterious interlocutor Margarita Nikolaevna disappeared. Margarita quickly put his hand in her handbag, where before this cry hid the box, and was convinced that she was there. Then, not reflecting about anything, Margarita hurriedly ran out of Alexander Garden Von.

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