The Master and Margarita (Мастер и Маргарита)

What's there?

Where are you going?

Hey!

Latunsky

Hey!

Why are you standing still??

Comrade Latunsky, open the door!

Do something!

Step aside…

Don’t break anything!

What’s happening here?!

You’re flooding us, that’s what is happening!

When will there be peace and quiet in this building?!

Call the police!

Mom!

Hush

Don’t be afraid

Don’t be afraid, little one

It’s some boys breaking windows

Ma’am…

Ah?

Where are you?

I’m nowhere

I’m your dream

Lie down now, put your hand under your cheek

and I’ll tell you a story

Once there was a certain lady...

And she had no children,

and generally no happiness either

And so first she cried for a long time,

and then she became wicked

Margarita quietly placed the hammer on the window-sill and flew out the window

There was turmoil by the building

On the asphalt pavement strewn with broken glass,

people were running and shouting something….

shouting something.

In the building on the other side of the street

behind all the windows dark silhouettes of the tenants appeared,

trying to understand....

You’re still going on writing, huh

Is it about love at least?

Not only about it

Lie down

Oh, it’s good it’s about love

You’re in there too, Praskovia Fyodorovna

You don’t say?

And is Dr Stravinski in there?

Of course. How are we gonna do without him?

He has a whole plot line with the patients

Which patients? You?

With one proletarian poet

Lately here it’s been another day — another poet

It’s not a madhouse anymore, it’s…

What do they call it on the radio?..

The Union of Writers

Quiet, quiet…

Give it to me to read!

I’m curious what you have scribbled about us there

Of course! I only need to finish, it’s not much

Here you go…

Rest

Oh, I’m such a klutz!

He’s been writing and writing…

That’s okay, we’ll read everything…

sleep was just about to come over the poet,

when the grille suddenly moved noiselessly aside,

and a mysterious figure appeared on the balcony,

bathing in the moonlight,

and shook its finger at Ivan.

Shhh!

May I sit down?

Your profession?

Poet

And what is your name?

Bezdomny

Oh-oh…

What, you mean you dislike my poetry?

I dislike it terribly

And what have you read?

So, how did you wind up here?

The thing is that a year ago I wrote a novel about Pontius Pilate

You’re a writer?

I’m a master

She sewed it for me with her own hands

She?

And what is your name?

I no longer have a name

I renounced it,

as I generally did everything in life

A year ago

Oh, good afternoon!

Good afternoon!

Pilate

Will you sign it, please?

Are you interested in modern drama?

Aha

Gala

Oh, Gala!

Well, it’s the main show of the season

I haven’t been in Moscow long,

and by the way I’m an actress

I wanna work in your theater

It’s not really my theater

Have a good day!

Good afternoon!

I’m sorry for being so forward…

Are you in the Union of Writers?

So what?

Tonight at their restaurant they’re playing real American jazz

-Hello! -Hello!

Greetings!

You probably want me to invite you?

I do

Hello!

Moscow is your city!

Thank you!

The guard is tired, comrade playwright

Hello!

Excuse me

See you tonight! It starts at 8 p.m

Everyone’s waiting for you!

Is Efim Romanovich here already?

He won’t be here

Hello

-And how are we gonna rehearse without the director? -I’ll come back later

Actors learnt their lines,

and you as an author will correct them if something is wrong

You know better

Pilate is already on the stage, waiting

Hegemon,

it’s the accused from Galilee

Move it, the accused, move it!

So it was you, Yeshua Ha-Nozri,

who incited the people to destroy the temple of Yershalaim?

Good man! Believe me…

The Roman procurator is called Hegemon

Do you understand me, or do I hit you?

I speak your language, Hegemon

Good

So it was you who was going to destroy the temple building

and called on the people to do that?

Never, good…

Never, Hegemon, never in my life was I going to destroy the temple building,

nor did I incite anyone to this senseless act

You’re a liar

People have testified to it

These good people, Hegemon, have confused everything I told them

Generally, I’m beginning to be afraid that this confusion may go on for a very long time

Stop pretending that you’re a madman

There’s enough written in your record to hang you

No, no, Hegemon

There’s one with a goatskin parchment who follows me and keeps writing all the time

But once I peeked into this parchment and was horrified

I said decidedly nothing of what’s written there

And what was it in any case that you said about the temple to the crowd in the bazaar?

I said, Hegemon,

that the temple of the old faith would fall

and a new temple of truth would be built

What is truth?

The truth is

that your head aches,

and aches so badly

that you’re having faint-hearted thoughts of death

You lost faith in people

But your suffering will soon be over,

your headache will go away

Well, there, it’s all over

And I’m extremely glad of it

Unbind his hands

Sorry

What? Sorry, what’s this?

Huh?

Comrades, what’s happening?

Don’t you see we’re rehearsing?

We’ve been told the performance won’t happen

What? I don’t understand! How can it be possible?

Good people, put the props back!

Have you gone crazy?!

Don’t you see there’s a People’s Artist of USSR on the stage?!

What’s happening?!

We’ve been told to dismantle the set

What?!

Who told you this?

Here, comrade Rimsky

Of first freshness

Grigory Danilovich!

It’s okay

They are dismantling the set right now there

The play was shut down by order of Narkomprom

But we passed all the commissions

Don’t worry that much

Today it was shut down, tomorrow they’ll bring it back

But what’s the reason?

I'm only in charge of the financial part

Comrade Rimsky…

Oh, yeah yeah

Go to comrade Likhodeev

Yeah, but he’s not at the office

He’s on a business trip

Again?