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Hey! Hey! Comrade Latunsky, open the door!

No need to blather on about anything!

What's going on here?

You're flooding us, wolfish tualis!

When will the house
finally become peaceful?

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, little
one. It was the boys who broke the glass.

Aunt!

A?

And where are you?

And I'm not here. I'm dreaming
of you. You lie down, put

put your hand under your
cheek, and I'll tell you a story.

There was an aunt in the
world, and she had no children.

And there was no happiness either.

And so at first she cried a lot,
and then she became angry.

Margarita put the hammer on the
windowsill and flew out of the window.

There was a commotion near
the house. On the asphalt sidewalk,

strewn with broken glass, people
were running and shouting something.

People shouted.

People. In the opposite
houses, in all the windows,

dark silhouettes of residents
appeared, trying to understand...

You keep writing and writing.

At least about love...

But not only.

Go and become younger.

Oh, it's good that it's about love.

Are you there too, Praskov Fyodorovna?

Oh, what are you saying?

Is there Dr. Stravinsky?

Necessarily.

How can we live without it?

He has a whole line of patients there.

With which ones? With you, perhaps?

With one proletarian poet.

Lately, every patient is a poet.

We don't have a crazy person at home.

Gorky keeps talking on the radio.

Union of Writers.

At least let me read it later. I wonder
what you're scribbling about us there.

Definitely. I'll just
finish. Not much time left.

That's how it is.

Okay, okay, rest.

Oh, you're a slob.

Well, well.

Oh, he keeps writing and writing.

Sleep crept up on the poet.

Suddenly the grate
silently moved to the side...

and a mysterious figure
appeared on the balcony...

bathed in the full light of the moon...

and threatened Ivan with her finger.

You can sit down.

Profession?

Poet.

What is your last name?

Homeless.

So you don't like my poems?

I really don't like them.

Which ones have you read?

How did you end up here?

The thing is, a year ago I
wrote about Pontius Pilate.

Are you a writer?

I am a master.

She sewed it for me with her own hands.

She?

What is your last name?

I don't have any last names anymore.

I gave up on her.

As with everything in life.

Hello.

Hello.

Sign it.

Here.

Are you interested in contemporary drama?

Listen.

Gala.

Listen.

Gala.

Well, this is the main
production of the season.

I've just arrived in Moscow.

And, by the way, an actress.

I want to get a job at your theater.

This is not really my kind of theatre.

Best wishes.

Hello.

Forgive me for doing this.

You are in the writers' union.

Let's say so.

And today Sung

Ah, certainly.

Yes.

Then see you in the
evening. It starts at eight.

Oh, everyone is waiting for you.

Has Efim Romanovich arrived yet?

He won't be there.

Hello.

And how are we going to do a
run-through without a director?

I'll come later.

The actor has learned his lines, and you,
if necessary, will correct them visually.

Magnet.

Hegemon?

The defendant from Galilee.

Hegemon.

Forward, prisoner! Forward!

So it is you, Yeshua Gano Tsri?

Did he incite the people to
destroy the Temple of Jerusalem?

Good man, believe me, the
Roman procurator is called Hegemon.

Got me?

Or hit you.

Anne, I speak your language, Hegemon.

Fine.

So it was you who was
going to destroy the temple

building and called
on the people to do so?

I am kind, I am Hegemon.

I never in my life intended
to destroy a temple building.

And not to destroy anyone.

Nobody encouraged this senseless action.

You are a liar.

This is what people testify to.

These good people, Hegemon,
have mixed up everything I said.

I am generally
beginning to fear that this

confusion will continue
for a very long time.

Stop pretending to be crazy.

There is enough written
on your record to hang you.

No, no, Hegemon.

Walks.

He walks alone with parchment
and writes continuously.

But one day I looked at this
parchment and was horrified.

I said absolutely nothing
of what was written there.

What did you say about the
temple in the crowd at the market?

I, Egimon, spoke about the fact that
the temple of the old faith will collapse

and a new temple of truth will be created.

What is truth?

The truth is that you have a headache.

and it hurts so much that you
faintheartedly think about death.

You have lost faith in people.

But your torment will end now,
your headache will go away.

Well, that's it, it's all over.

And I am extremely happy about it.

Untie his hands.

There, excuse me.

Sorry.

What?

Sorry.

What's happened?

Comrades, what's going on?

Can't you see that we're
having a rehearsal here?

We were told there would be no production.

What? I don't understand
anything. How can this be?

Good people, please return
the props to their place.

Are you crazy?

Can't you see?

On stage is the People's
Artist of the USSR.

What's happening?

We were told to take apart the scenery.

What?

And who said?

What's there?

This?

Here you go, comrade Rimsky,
here are the first fresh ones.

Nikolai!

They're dismantling the scenery right now.

The play was removed
from production by order

of the People's
Commissariat of Education.

We passed all the commissions.

Well, don't worry, they took it off
today and will return it tomorrow.

What is the reason?

I'm only on the financial side.

This is all for comrade Likhodeev.

Yes, but he doesn't have it.

He's on a business trip for now.

Again?

It's been a week and a half already.

How can I find it?

You know Pigit's house on Sadovaya.

Apartment 50.

That's all I need to know, thanks.

Come closer, you white bastard!

You've got a lot of grabs coming your way!

Swim!

I'm at Stepan Borisovich's.

Is Comrade Likhodeev not here?

Well, I was told he was here.

He is in Yalta.

It's not there.

Stepan Bogdanovich!

Crown!

He doesn't accept.

Mikhail Alexandrovich.

How did you know that I live here?

I didn't know. I'm going to Likhodeev.

We are now neighbors with him.

The theater director and your editor are
in the same apartment. Is it convenient?

But he doesn't accept.

How come it doesn't
accept? Of course it does.

Damn, what kind of world
did they build for you?

What are we sitting here for?

The meeting is about to start.

What meeting?

Oh, that.

I just moved in recently. The
previous tenants moved out somewhere.

And you'll soon be leaving,
lousy intellectuals. They grabbed

three rooms for themselves. But
never mind, you won't have long to chew.

This apartment is not good. Not good.

Annushka, sickly. Took the fight
for the interior too close to heart.

Mikhail Alexandrovich, I was
smoothly removed from the production.

The main thing is, don't
worry. We are with the theater.

We always go through different departments.

If a performance is
cancelled, everyone will

rush to read the play
on which it was based.

And here it is, dear comrades,
here it is, printed in our latest issue.

I declare to you responsibly, as
the deputy chairman of the union,

If you had any problems, I
would be the first to know about it.

We thank Nastasya
Lukinichna for her report

on the work on the
collection of sea stories.

Navigator Georges, we are
really looking forward to seeing you.

The next question on the agenda.

A debate about the artistic and
political component of the play "Pilate".

The author is invited to the stage.

Please sit down.

Here?

Yes.

Critic Osov Semenovich Latunsky is invited.

To begin with, I would like to remind
the assembled comrades of literature,

what is the task of the union,

for Soviet criticism,

to reveal the objective, class
meaning of literary works.

Now to the heart of the matter.

At a time when the party and the
government are making incredible efforts to

to rid the country of harmful
substances once and for all

reactionary and religious prejudices,

A member of the Union of
Soviet Writers is engaged

in creating an apology
for religious obscurantism.

He writes a play about
Pontius Pilate and Jesus Christ.

Yes, shamefully named Intut
and Yeshua Gonotsri, thereby,

Hiding behind historical material,
he criticizes the Soviet government.

Allow me.

I'm not finished.

Please sit down.

I will quote this very Gonotsri.

"All power is violence against people."

What does the author want to say by this?

That the power of the proletarian
dictatorship is also violence?

Yes, violence.

But forced.

And necessary.

So, in everything, comrades, “Pilate” is

a politically harmful and
extremely dangerous work,

which has no place in Soviet literature.

Comrades, a little impromptu.

How did our Pilate go to work
at the People's Commissariat?

Digirga!

We are Dygirga!

Comrade homeless, we have
no time for impromptu now,

We have an approved meeting program.

Okay, one more small one.

Why do we need paradise?
We will go to the Crimean region!

Yes, and still, regarding
the housing issue,

comrades, I would like
to somehow clarify it.

Poprikhin, will you calm
down or should I take you out?

I'm calming down.

Thank you.

Let's continue with the award.

The floor is given to
Boris Petrovich Maigel.

How did it happen that
the reactionary play "Pilate"

got to the publication
and then to the production?

Because there are fish
on “Bezrybye” and “Pilate”!

But our task is not to ban it!

To the delight of our
enemies, who are just waiting,

to show that there is supposedly
no freedom of speech in the USSR.

Our task is to help the author.

To guide the author on the true
path of serving the working people.

After all, as Comrade
Lenin said, a smart

person is not one who
does not make mistakes.

He is smart who can quickly correct them.

Comrade Maigel!

Comrade Maigel!

Excuse me?

Please, Comrade Grillos.

First of all, as the editor
who allowed this play to

be published, I would like
to bring to your attention

his colleagues sincerely apologized for the
political shortsightedness they had shown.

Forgive me.

I propose that the entire print run of this
issue be immediately withdrawn from sale.

And I am sure that with proper
work we will be able to do it tomorrow

to refine the play to an
ideologically correct direction.

Right!

All that remains is to
hear the author's opinion.

Can I speak?

Certainly.

Please speak.

But I have already written my play.

Fine.

Why don't you use your talent to

write something that really
interests Soviet readers?

Well, for example, about the
labor exploits of the people.

Well, it just so happened
that I didn't work on

at the plant, I didn’t go to
the coalface, I didn’t mow oats.

How can I write about
something I don't know?

As far as I know, you have
not been to ancient Judea either.

Well, with your
permission, I am a historian.

Here, write to us about
the history of the revolution.

I'm afraid you won't like this either.

Comrades, I have one more little impromptu.

Comrade homeless, stop it.

Well, it's small.

The Soviet poet is
not interested in Christ.

The Soviet poet is interested in the pump!

Gasification! Electrification!

Comrade!

Where are you going?

There.

You said everything correctly.

I wanted to support
you, but I didn't have time.

It was powerful.

Or stupid.

How do you look at it? Dialectics.

Don't look.

If you're in a pinch, write them
a novel about a collective farm.

How the face was eared.

Here you are.

I think you could whip one up in a week.

You have a resort here.

People lived.

What a fat cat.

What's your name, bourgeois?

Hippopotamus.

Your?

He comes to visit sometimes.

Just like me.

With a cautious head.

But in my communal
apartment there is a schedule

use of the toilet was
hung. Can you imagine?

But I’m a creative person, I
can’t go to the toilet on schedule.

And you have a writer's paradise here.

After today's
purgatory, I'm afraid they

won't even let me
translate children's poems.

And there will be nothing
to pay for paradise.

Just please don't protect yourself ahead
of time. Their strength is in our fear.

In a week or two everyone
will forget about everything.

You just need to
distract yourself. That's it.

For example, today
in the restaurant this...

Jazz.

Jazz.

I promised to carry it out.

And who?

One extremely ambitious young actress.

Who came to conquer the capital.

My favorite type.

But not mine.

I will save you.

I'll take care of it.

What wouldn't you do for a friend?

Meet!

Garnis Bink with the
song "Hallelujah". Please!

POET

Good evening.

Good evening.

Good evening. I ask.

Hello.

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Meet Alaiza Magarych, screenwriter.

Fire.

Very nice.

Very nice.

Please.

Champagne?

Yes, but you know, I can’t have
much, champagne makes my head spin.

I'm willing to take the risk.

Please wait for us for a few short moments.

Champagne!

Listen, I whispered,
everyone is literally in shock.

There are a lot of sympathizers.

In short, an offer came up to be...

Where to be?

To a rally against censorship
for freedom of literary creativity.

I sympathize, I am with you.

Thank you.

Tomorrow at ten in front of the union.

Tomorrow at ten, May Day,
God forgive me, demonstration?

That's exactly it.

Please.

When else if not now?

If we remain silent now, then it
will be like Dumas with everyone.

Ankula, There.

Ustus.

Un.

Mouth.

Music Fog.

We will win.

We will win.

We will conquer.

All.

Let's drink to the fact that our talent can

only our beauty can surpass it.

Oh, this is the director
of your theater, right?

Misfortunes.

Yes, this is Stepan Bogdanovich.

I just need to talk to him.

Comrade, show me your ticket.

As of today it is cancelled. Please leave.

What does that mean?

Please, please.

Thank you.

Are you by any chance a writer?

I was told that this is
a restaurant for writers.

Writer?

And judging by your accent,
you are from Germany?

Yes, from Germany too.

And what are you doing here?

I came to see your
amazing Soviet experiment.

For work or for the soul?

For me it's the same thing.

Tough day.

My play was pulled from production today.

The magazine in which it was
published is withdrawn from sale.

And just now they took away
my Union of Writers ID card.

Otherwise, everything is fine.

And why did this happen to you?

For what was possible yesterday,
but is no longer possible today.

New country, new rules.

And what about people?

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Are they all new too?

Hm...

Н makeshift

New.

New people are just forgotten old ones.

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You know, as far as I know, not a single
country in the entire history of mankind...

didn't try to get rid of God and build

a society that would
preach atheism as a religion.

This should change people
somehow, don't you think?

Now I can imagine how it all looks
through the eyes of good bosses.

Now imagine what it looks like from there.

Or from there.

This could be a good plot for a story.

The devil, in whom no one believes,
decides to personally visit Moscow.

He would have put things in order.

This will never be published.

Who should I write for?

Write so that you are not
published, but reprinted.

Do you know who you remind me of?

It's time for us to go, professor.

I'm coming, comrade Koroviev.

By the way, would you like to
come to the appointment with me?

Not today, if you don't mind.

Jeanne, I would like to talk to
you again if I have the chance.

Think about it.

I plan to stay in Moscow for some time.

Where is everyone?

Everyone promised to come.

One for all, all for one.

They're probably sleeping
off yesterday's events.

I'll come see you in a few days.

And so I walked along this May
boulevard, and thoughts raced in my head.

Maybe I should start
writing opera librettos?

Well, the libretto is the libretto.

I bitterly regretted that I
had abandoned science

and condemned myself
to an uncertain existence.

But God sees.

Love for literature alone
was the reason for this.

Excuse me, can I get through there?

Otborskaya is closed until after six.

A little flower, a little plant?

I can handle it.

Maybe I should write a letter to
be allowed to leave the country?

Why would they detain a writer
and his works in the USSR?

which cannot exist in the USSR?

Here it is.

Yes, but the thing is...

And here is a closed one.

...on Jenkins...

...educated and educated.

...four years...

...there is no writer
who would remain silent.

If he fell silent, it means he wasn’t real.

And if the real one goes silent...

will die.

War! With 이유!

Imagine that hundreds of thousands of
people were walking along Tverskaya.

But I guarantee you that she saw me alone.

And she looked not so anxiously...

...and even somehow painful.

Okay. It wasn't so much
her beauty that struck me,

how extraordinary, how unseen by
anyone, is the loneliness in her eyes.

Do you like my flowers?

No.

Don't you like flowers at all?

I like flowers, just not like these.

What else do you love?

Sea.

The sea. I've never been there, though.

How can you love
something you've never seen?

Are you a writer?

You guessed it.

And you?

Angel.

Angel.

More like a witch.

And then I realized
that I never liked anyone

and I will never like you like this woman.

I knew it that same day,

when we found ourselves, not
noticing the city, at the Kremlin wall,

And they talked as if
they had parted yesterday.

It was as if we had known
each other for many years.

Aren't you afraid to
say this to a stranger?

It's easy to tell the truth.

And it's nice.

So you are a writer. What do you write?

Nothing now.

There is one new idea, but...

She is doomed.

That makes it even more
interesting? Will you tell me?

This is one of my
favorite places in Moscow.

But soon this too will change.

Imagine when all these great
construction projects are finished,

There will be huge houses
and monuments here.

And there they will launch
trams along Bronnaya.

And here about the new patriarchs

literary magazine editor Mikhail
Aleksandrovich Berlioz is taking a stroll

and his young friends.

That is, the companion,
the poet Ivan

Panyrev, writing under
the pseudonym Bezdomny.

And after the Alexander Garden I
invited him to the Patriarch's Garden.

Patriarchs?

That's exactly where it all happened.

What exactly?

That's where we met him.

Consultant.

Please tell me.

They approach the sponge with water.

They want to buy narzan,
but there is no narzan.

They drink apricot.

And then they meet him.

Whom?

His.

The point is that long before any
Jesus, a huge number of sons were born.

Thank you.

Berlioz ordered an anti-religious
poem from Bezdomny for his next book.

And now he read
something like a lecture to the

poet in order to give
him some instructions.

And one of these ancient historians

there is not a single mention of Christ,

although they both lived at the same
time as the supposed years of his life.

There is no Eastern
religion, which, as a rule,

a virgin would not have given birth to God,

Christians, without inventing anything new,

that's exactly how
they created their Jesus,

who never lived.

And this is what you need to focus on.

Look, you just opened my eyes.
I'll rewrite everything, everything...

Sorry.

Please.

Sorry that I...

I'm bargaining...

and without being familiar...

I allow myself...

And so the topic of your
learned conversation

is so interesting
that I could not...

I'll sit down for a moment.

And if...

I did not disobey, you deigned
to convince me now that...

Jesus...

was not in this world.

Yes, you heard right.

That's exactly what it's about...

That's what we were talking about.

How interesting.

Did you agree with your interlocutor?

Well, all one hundred.

Amazing.

So that means you both...

atheists?

Certainly.

We are atheists.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Okay, wait.

What are you thanking him for now?

For very important information.

Which, as a traveler, I...

are extremely interesting.

What then is the evidence
for the existence of God?

In which, as is known,
there exists, at least...

tuna.

Five.

Kant's proofs?

Tea!

And this is also unconvincing.

Listen, take this Kant of yours...

for this evidence, for one place

and pickling it...

for about three years,

let him...

Yes.

No-no-no.

His sayings...

However, if you say that...

There is no God...

Who then, with all this...

controls people, lives

and the routine in general?

In the white light.

So the person himself controls these hands?

Yes, man, say the same.

A person is not capable
of planning even for a

ridiculous period of time,
like a thousand years.

He cannot even vouch for his own tomorrow.

Imagine you get sick.

Let's say it's a mild case of cancer.

And now you're no longer having fun.

And it can be worse. A person slips,
bang, and ends up under the path.

You won't claim that this man of
yours did this to himself, will you?

Man is mortal. And no one argues with that.

Yes, yes, yes, of course, he is
mortal. But that's still far from it.

It couldn't have been much
worse that he was suddenly mortal.

And has no idea what
he's going to do tonight.

Now that's an exaggeration.

This evening is known to me.

Well, of course, if a brick doesn't
fall on your head on Bronnaya...

No, that's not true.

Nothing will fall on you there.

So don't worry, you
will die a different death.

Maybe you know which one?

Head.

They will cut off your head.

Who...

enemies?

Interventionists?

This evening I'll stop by
my place on Sadovaya.

This is out of the question.

Why is that?

Because Annushka has
already bought sunflower oil.

I just bought it, but
haven't even spilled it.

What does sunflower
oil have to do with this?

And what kind of sunflower?

Such a small Annushka.

Comrade, have you by any chance had to

to visit, say, psychiatric hospitals?

Yes!

I was, Ivan Nikolaevich.

How do you know my name?

Have mercy, who doesn’t know you?

If you want to smoke, I
suppose, as you wish.

Our brand, blue one, why not?

Please.

And then I thought
that this was not a

consultant, not a
foreign tourist, but a spy.

Are you German?

You speak Russian well.

What is your specialty?

Well, where are you
staying, where will you live?

In your apartment.

And in your opinion, the
devil doesn’t exist either.

Listen, enough already, there is no devil.

How interesting it is for you here. What
don't you miss? You don't have anything.

Professor, please spend a
minute with a homeless friend.

No need to call on the phone,
and then we will take you there.

Yes, go ahead and call, of
course. I'll just say goodbye.

The devil exists, believe me.

I don't ask you for anything more.

Keep in mind that from the evidence.
Sinba. And it was presented to you now.

Okay. I'll keep watch here.
I'll call you now and bring help.

Are you looking for fools, citizens?

This way, please. Straight ahead.
And go out where you need to.

Straight ahead, straight ahead.

Directly.

You would gain weight for
ordering a quarter of a liter.

A?

The head ran so far away that it
was found only after it got dark.

Thank you.

You didn't lie. You really
have a rich imagination.

What next?

And then... I haven't figured
out what to do next yet.

You definitely need to write this.

Thank you for seeing me off.

Wait. I live on Mansurovsky Lane. There's
a wooden house there. It's the only one.

I'm married.

Through the gate.

But you write. Write.

Chapter One: Never Talk to Strangers.

One spring day, at the hour
of an unusually hot sunset,

Two citizens appeared on
Patriarch's Ponds in Moscow.

The first of them,
dressed in a summer net...

Chapter Four. The Chase.

The poet rushed to run to the turnstile
as soon as he heard the first cry.

Move away! Move away!

I started running towards the turnstile
as soon as I heard the first scream.

Sit down.

Of course, I immediately
forgot about the crazy German.

There was only one thing on my mind.

How can it be that I was just talking

with Berlioz, and a
minute later the head...

Come on, come on!

This is Misha!

This is Misha!

This is Misha!

Now, get out of here!

This is him!

Police! Get out!

Stop!

Lascott on the roof!

This is a spy!

Comrades, help!

To catch up and overtake the young man...

White Holy

You have transformed, Hallelujah,

Quiet! Quiet!

The police let you through
the streets, didn't they?

He appeared.

Who's appeared there, homeless comrade?

Consultant.

And this consultant now killed
Misha Berlezova on Patriarch's Ponds.

Killed Misha Berlezova!

Mikhail Alexandrovich died?

He was killed!

We need to catch
the consultant, you

understand? He creates
poorly! Indescribable!

Guilty, guilty. Tell me more precisely,
how did this one kill? Who killed?

Consultant! We need to catch
him! Sit down! Dance! You've got it!

Look here, citizens!

Urgently!

Call the police! Demand five
motorcycles with machine guns!

Homeless man, calm down!

I will not pardon you!

It is you, in particular,
that I will not pardon!

And these are my brothers in
literature. That's how I ended up here.

But you yourself, my dear, are to
blame for everything. It was impossible

to behave so freely and
even brazenly with him.

Who is he, anyway?

Yesterday at Patriarch's
Ponds you met Satan.

This can't be. Satans don't exist.

Of all people, it's not you who should
talk about this. Sit as you understand,

in a mental hospital and you keep
talking about how he doesn't exist.

Well, the devil knows what he's doing.
He needs to be caught immediately.

You've already tried.
And that's enough for you.

And what he does is be trustworthy.

How sad I am that you and I met him.

You don't need it.

I'm going!

Well?

Are you writing?

I am writing.

I just finished a new chapter.

And we have a construction site here.

Well, there's construction everywhere now.

And here are roses.

We ask here.

Here.

Down.

Forgive me, I have...

not that it was removed.

Would you like some tea?

Okay, no tea.

The tea is finished.

Will you let me read it?

If you wish, please.

Have you come up with a name yet?

Well, for now, the Prince of Darkness.

Well, for now.

The Great Chancellor?

I'll think about it some more.

I know why you call him Woland.

This is one of the names of
Mephistopheles in Goethe.

I am part of that power that eternally
desires evil and eternally does good.

I won't disturb you.

I beg your pardon. I apologize
for not being acquainted with you,

however, the topic of your learned
conversation is so interesting that I...

...who never lived.

Please keep in mind
that Jesus is a real being.

But at least some proof is required.

No proof is required,
everything is much simpler.

In a white cloak, with a bloody
lining, with a shuffling cavalry gait,

Early in the morning of the 14th
day of the spring month of Nissan

in the covered colonnade
between the fields

of the Quilleva Palace
and the Great Council

The Jewish prosecutor
Fonti Pilate came out.

Four criminals arrested in Yershelain

for murder, incitement to rebellion,

and insult to laws and faith,

sentenced to a shameful
death by hanging on pillars.

So, which of the two criminals
does the Sanhedrin intend to free?

Varavana? Or Ganocri?

And this execution will now
take place on Bald Mountain.

The names of the criminals...

Dismas?

Gesture?

Baravan?

And Ganocri?

Baravan!

Baravan!

What is truth?

Are you a great doctor?

No.

I am not a doctor.

Tell me,

Why do you always use
the words "good people"?

Do you call everyone that?

All.

All.

There are no evil people in the world.

But only three of them will be executed.

For according to law and custom,

in honor of the Easter holiday,
to one of the condemned,

by choice of the small Sanhedrin and
by approval of the Roman authorities,

the magnanimous Caesar-Emperor
returns his despicable life.

The Sanhedrin asks to release Varavan.

Their crime is completely incomparable.

If one is guilty of murder,

then the second one,

Yeshua Ganotsri,

only in making ridiculous speeches.

It's stuffy today.

Isn't that right?

Do you know Judas from Cyril?

Yes, I met Judas of Kiriath.

He is a very kind and inquisitive person.

In the name of the one who will
now be released in your presence.

How?

Even after my petition.

And for the third time we report,

that we are freeing Varavan.

So?

So what did you tell the crowd
at the market about the temple?

Among other things, I said so,

that all power is violence against people.

taste

and that the time will come
when there will be no power

Neither Caesars,

no other authority.

Drum!

Your story is very interesting,

but he is not remembered

with gospel texts.

Did you know I was present?

And you?

Secret. Incognito, that is. So please,
don't tell anyone, keep it a secret.

He seems a little shy around you.

When they don't want
to offend the author, they

usually say that a lot
of work has been done.

Did Yeshelayim appear
somewhere in your mind?

Ponti Pilate, you
didn't tell us about him.

This is from my play, it's called "Pilate".

And after our meeting I thought that
this could somehow be connected and...

Strange, right?

It's weird, right. Do you already
know how this will all end?

I have no idea. I have an idea for a
new chapter, but I won't ask any more.

I'm listening.

Yes, it's me.

And when?

Okay, I will.

Urgently called to
the theatre. It looks like

they've decided to
bring the production back.

Let me walk you to the theatre and
you tell me about the new chapter.

The next chapter, by the
way, has to do with the theatre.

Or rather, not to the theater, but
to Stepan Bogdanovich Likhodeev.

He woke up one day
in his apartment, in this

very house. The former
owners had been compacted.

Now there are communal
apartments for the modern elite.

It must be said that this
apartment was in use, if not

bad, then, at least, a strange reputation.

Two years ago, people began to
disappear from it without a trace.

Disappear?

So, this chapter will be
about how from a bad

Stepan Bogdanovich Likhodeev mysteriously
disappeared from his apartment.

A bell was ringing in
his head. He felt sick.

Moreover, it seemed that
this nausea was connected

with the sounds of some
annoying gramophone.

With a shaking hand, Stepan
ran his hand over his thigh

to determine whether he
was wearing trousers or not.

And did not determine.

Oops, oh.

Oh, my.

You're a medon.

Ivan.

Ivan.

Good afternoon.

The most likeable Stepan Bogdanovich.

Forgive me for my non-living.

And voila.

Follow the old wise rule.

Treat like with like.

Oh.

Chips.

Sorry.

Steppe.

Dear Stepan Bogdanovich, yesterday I felt,

deigned to drink. Port
wine with vodka, right?

It happened by accident.

But I hope you now remember who I am.

Woland.

Professor of black magic.

Yesterday we signed a contract for seven

speeches. We agreed to meet at ten o'clock.

And so, as you see,
tadadadadam, I have arrived.

Yes.

Stepan Bogdanovich?

Yes, yes, I am.

And here I have this problem.

This artist, Woland, sits.

About today's performance.

Bonjour.

I'll be there in half an hour.

Don't worry, Stepan
Bogdanovich. This cat is mine.

Grunia.

Ah, yes. Grunya. But there is no Grunya.

Grunia.

I walked through the city.

I came to my homeland because it

She complained that you haven't
given her a vacation for a long time.

There you go, sunshine.

Comrade! Comrade!

Comrade!

Are you blind?

No.

Where are you sitting?

Hello!

Hello!

And are you already a little
surprised, dear Stepan Bogdanovich?

And yet, there is no need
to be surprised. They...

…my entourage.

And all this requires space.

And this means that one of
us is clearly superfluous here.

And I think that someone...

...exactly you.

They? They? They have been... lately.

They ring terribly, get drunk, and
have relationships with women,

because they don't understand anything
about what they've been assigned.

They drive the car around in vain.

I'm still surprised how he
got into the director's position.

He is the same director as I am, a bishop.

Frees up living space.

Allow me, Sire, to throw
him the hell out of Moscow?

Yes.

I have no splash. The day is unclean.

Everything is glorious,
glorious, calm, glorious.

Please tell me, where am I?

Comrade, you are in
Dr. Stravinsky's clinic.

And what city?

Yalta.

Alexander.

Yalta.

Yalta.

Stepan Bogdanovich, how is our Yalta?

Why Yalta?

And Khadeev, when he
goes on a prolonged drinking

binge, tells everyone
that he has gone to Yalta.

Volodya treated him more
gently than he did Berlioz.

Stepan Bogdanov deserves leniency.

He drinks here so as not to see
everything that happens in the theatre.

Here you go.

Here.

I'm really sorry.

But now you can devote
all your time to Roman.

Maybe we should have dinner?

Let's have breakfast.

And I'll come in the
morning for a new chapter.

Here.

Here. And...

And here it is.

What is this?

Your fee.

And still not happy.

When a production
is cancelled before the

premiere, sometimes
nothing is added at all.

And here's something.

For six months of work.

Wait a second.

Ivan Alexandrovich.

Trikut Danilovich.

Yes.

Complementary tickets to the premiere.

Thank you, but no need.

Tickets are hard to come by.
You can sell them profitably.

Complete Sytinskaya.

Yes.

You can put them next to
me so they don't get dirty.

Thank you.

Come out here. Stand up.

And I thought, why not
have dinner in the morning.

Where does such luxury come from?

Well, let's say you won the lottery.

Music.

I would never have thought
that you could dance.

I thought you knew everything about me.

You are a witch.

Carefully.

According to our family legend, my

Great-great-great-great-grandmother was
tried for having relations with the devil.

I imagine you flying over Moscow at night.

On a broom?

Let's say so.

And if I get shot down
like an enemy flying object,

valiant Soviet aviation?

Well, you're invisible to them.

So you don't see me.

No, but I can see you.

Ola.

You are the reader, not
necessarily any of you.

You are my gem.

Shine on harvest moon,

Born me and my god.

Shine on harvest moon,

Way up in the sky.

High in the estaban...

What if I make you the heroine of my novel?

Well, that is, it won’t be exactly
you, but her name will be Margarita.

Then let her have a lover. A writer
who writes a novel about Pontius Pilate.

Good writer.

She likes it.

But this is the main
thing. She has a husband.

He is a very prominent
specialist who has made

important discoveries
of national importance.

Young, handsome, kind, honest. Adores her.

But she never loved him.

Tighten.

And one more thing.

The day they met, she
wanted to commit suicide.

And soon, soon this woman
became my secret wife.

She came to me in the
morning and left at sunset.

The first thing she did
was put on the headlights,

and, in her tight front suit,
she prepared breakfast.

The administrator was full
of energy or already loca.

After the hot voice he had no doubt that,

that the Mulian gang
is making unique jokes,

With laughter, T. Universe Ins Bot Programs

Nobody knew about our connection.

I entrust this to you.

The husband did not know
her friend or her parents.

When the May thunderstorms
were coming, and the

rain was rolling noisily
past the half-blind windows

the water in the gateway, threatening
to flood my last refuge, we lit the stove.

I wrote, and she reread what
she had written. She sang and

She loudly repeated
individual phrases that she liked.

She promised glory
and urged me on, and

that’s when she started
calling me a master.

She said that this
novel was her whole life.

We loved each other so much that
we became completely inseparable.

We were sure that it
was fate itself that had

brought us together at
the corner of Tverskaya.

And that we are made
for each other forever.

Pilatchina. What is it?

This is the opinion of
Soviet critics about my work.

Why do you collect them?

I'm proud of them.

Never before has so much
been written about me.

Bogomaz under the guise
of a writer. O. Latunsky.

This is my favorite.

We must burn it out of the
Soviet press with a hot iron

this ugly festering relic of
the hateful White Guard,

covered by the fig leaf of literature.

Do you know where he lives?

Who?

Latunsky.

Yes.

In the Dramlit house in Lavrushinsky.

Why do you need it?

Margarita Nikolaevna,
what are you going to do?

And tan Latunsky's windows.

With a hammer? And if he's on a high floor?

You can't be offended
by critics and executioners.

But he doesn't mean to be
mean. He's just doing his job.

What to do with them?

Write a funny sketch about him?

By the way, that's a great idea.

You have your methods, I have mine.

Margarita Nikolaevna.

I hope he's at home.

Good afternoon.

Meet Alla Izi. Screenwriter.

Screenwriter.

Margarita...

Mistress. Muse.

I wonder what kind of novels
are produced with such a muse?

Did he try to preach anything
in the presence of soldiers?

The only thing he said
was that among the human

vices, one of the most important of
which he considers to be cowardice.

He should be buried in an unknown place.

This land is full of superstitions. And
every day they wait for the messiah.

You are certainly right.

So, another question.

Judas of Kireath.

Is he responsible for
Yeshua's imprisonment?

Yes.

I received information that this
Judas will be slaughtered tonight.

This is a heart attack.

At night?

This night.

Therefore, I ask you
to take up this matter.

That is, to take all measures,
as before, Judas and Skiriath.

Understand.

But tonight...

I'm sure he'll be stabbed
tonight. I'm counting on you.

The third one squatted down next to
the dead man and looked into his face.

A few seconds later there
was no one alive on the road.

The lifeless body lay with washed hands.

This is not just about an ancient idea.

This is all about now.

They talk exactly like that.

They literally understand
each other at the drop of a hat.

No, well...

The head of the secret
service, it's clear who.

And Bilat, this is...

But...

In our studio, people disappear
almost every day and no one even asks.

Everyone is afraid.

Maybe he got sick.

Everything is just like
in your bad apartment.

If I were you, I wouldn't read
this to anyone else, just in case.

And to you too.

Listen, do you want to read my new script?

Well, the idea was, of
course, the director’s, but

I think I came up with
something interesting there.

A musical comedy about a
collective farm in Hollywood style.

Do you hear?

Oh yeah, and what's there?

A young tractor driver
falls in love with a milkmaid.

She sings in a local
song and dance ensemble.

But then an audit commission
arrives in the village.

Everyone is dispossessed and
at the end they dance merrily.

M?

I understand you.

Not everyone can afford
to be so irreconcilable.

You don't have any alimony.

Sorry.

Don't you want to go to
the theatre on Sunday?

There, instead of my Pilate, there is
the musical “Forward to the Future”.

Well, for inspiration.

Another time. I have a
submission to the artistic council.

Forward!

To the future.

I must say, I have never seen
anything like this anywhere before

confidence in the future, as you have here.

You can think less about
today if you live in tomorrow.

Thank you very much for the invitation.

It's a great place to watch everything,

as you now say, population.

Greetings, simple worker
at the machine! I am going

to the party! I am a son
of the Soviet country!

The old world is destroyed!

But we still have to build a new one.

Oh, how I want to see
this new world sooner!

Ah, what year should we go to
now to see with our own eyes,

How our great country lives!

I'm betting on December 30, 2022!

Let's go!

Exactly 100 years since the founding of
our great and indestructible Soviet Union!

Girls, dear, where are we now?

In the Soviet Union of People's Republics!

How many republics are there now?

All! All republics of the world!

So tell us how you live here in the future.

And we'll sing to you about it better.

Go around the whole area,
you will not find a country,

where people would be
just as equal to each other.

In our fairytale land...

Excuse me, please, who are you?

I don't understand what...

Read!

From the leader himself!

Here!

And here it is!

Dear guests, we have some
minor changes in the program.

Now Nitina will perform for us.

Foreign artist Monsieur Voulin...

...

...

A session of black magic.

There is no such thing as black magic.

Simply Maestro Vulant,
so to speak, at a high level

masters the art of magic.

And now it will become clear...

The most interesting part of it...

...

...

...

mysteries of focus.

I...

Yes...

Let's ask Maestro Volan to
start a black magic session.

Tell me, dear Fagot,
what do you think, after all?

Has Moscow's population
changed significantly?

Exactly so, sir!

The townspeople have changed in appearance.
I say, as has the city itself, by the way.

These, what are you talking
about, trams and cars appeared.

But it certainly seems
to me that it is much more

The important question is whether
these townspeople have changed inside.

Yes, yes, Messer, exactly! This is the
most important, most important question!

But we've gotten carried away,
dear Fagot. The audience is beginning

be bored. Show me
something simple to start with.

Ah, something simple!
Yes, sir, bravo, bravo!

I see nothing! I hear nothing!

Sharik, Sharik, fly
out! Bring joy to people!

So, fly!

Stop doing this!

Comrades, we just saw a
case of so-called mass hypnosis.

There is no better way to
prove that magic does not exist.

Now these papers are
real. But I'm tired of this one.

Sorry?

He always sticks his nose
into wherever he is asked.

He's great with you,
but he's ruining the shine.

Citizens, what should you do with him?

Get him out of the theatre altogether!

First of all, goodies!

Tear his head off!

I'll rip his head off!

Tear off, tear off, tear off.

Don't worry. Back to your places, my love!

Where are you standing? Well,
yes, you are standing right here.

Take your time, take your time.

What's wrong? Okay, are you ready?

I'm starting.

Azazala, will he lie again or not?

For God's sake, don't
torture him. Forgive him.

Mister, what do you order?

Well, they are people like
people. They love money.

Well, it's always been like that.

And mercy sometimes knocks on their hearts.

In general, it reminds me of Berlich.

The housing issue only
made things worse for us.

Take the apartment, take the paintings.

Only...

Give me your head.

Wear it for six months.

Thank you.

Thank you.

And now, how did they
break that annoying guy?

And your pockets are full of chervonets!

Who are they?

Lure me in, open up!

Ghanaian...

shop!

Woohoo!

Bonjour, Moscow!

Our humble boutique

completely free of charge exchanges
Soviet women's dresses and shoes

on the Parisian models of the last season.

Guerlain,

Chanel number five,

Mitsuka,

Narcissistic,

Evening dress,

Cocktail dress.

Who?

Be bold!

Come into our boutique!

Come on!

Don't stand!

Be bold!

Oh, bravo-bravo-bravo!

We will turn you into a diamond!

Please come on stage!

And close it!

Whoa!

Haha!

Oprah-kadapra!

Voila!

Please!

Well then, please, let's go!

A?

Let's line up!

Please!

What do you want?

I have the fat flu. Can
I go there too, please?

Ha-ha-ha! Please, I beg you, as you wish!

My store is closing.

Yes, yes, yes, it’s sad, I understand,
they didn’t have time to do this for us.

But there is good news! Ha-ha-ha!

All the products in the
display cases are yours!

A-a-a!

A-a-a!

Despots, take the premises!

And what to wear, and what to eat?

Yes, but it will be harder for
them to get rid of money than God.

We have everything
equally, we have everything.

And what to wear, and what to eat?

He-he-he!

Fabulous!

Is this her? Your Margarita?

Mine. From twelve to
five. Five days a week.

Well, how can you not start singing here?

Satan is in charge here! He's in charge!

How do you like "Forward to the Future"?

A lot of work has been done.
Why do you go to such things?

A-a-a... For inspiration.

And this? Also for inspiration?

But I wrote a new chapter.

Go and listen.

Black magic...

Let's not do this here. You
need a change of scenery.

I had a dream today.

I dreamed of some strange, unknown place.

Half-bare trees, and
something log-like between them.

And then the door of this
log building swings open.

And you come out of it. Ragged.

Hair is disheveled.

The eyes are sore.

You beckon me with your hand.

And I run through these
swamp hummocks to you.

And then I woke up.

But it's just a dream.

Margarita Nikolaevna, is that you?

I'm walking, thinking, your
hats or not. We told you that...

Natasha, it's not me. It's
some other woman. They're

just like each other,
like two peas in a pod.

Do you understand me?

Natasha, housekeeper.

Would you like to fly away somewhere?

At sea?

Where there is no one but us.

I've decided.

I love you more than life itself,
and I don't want to lie anymore.

I would stay with you now,
but I don't want to do it this way.

I'll explain it to him.

I won't allow this.

I won't allow this.

Follow me.

I don't want you to die with me.

Is this the only reason?

Only this one.

And the last thing I remember in
my life is a strip of light from the front.

And in this strip of light
her unfurled strands.

And her eyes full of determination.

I will be with you tomorrow morning.

We'll fly away from here.

Let's meet at the airfield.

These were her last words in my life.

I love you.

That's all for now.

I am devastated.

What? No, wait.

This is great.

You must definitely finish.

Can you tell me what Volan would do next?

Are you asking me?

Yes.

Well, I don't know.

I think he would have
had a party that night.

And I would gather all the
cute evil spirits in one place.

I like this idea.

I know where we're going tonight.

To a wonderful event at Likhodeev's.

No, no, please don't.

No, it is necessary.

For inspiration.

Not today.

I need to get some sleep
before leaving tomorrow.

The novel demands sacrifice.

And the big Roman is big.

No.

Let's go.

Bonjour.

Good evening.

And the password?

Yauter.

Stepan Bogdanovich, welcome the guests.

Your Gela is actually a vampire.

Emmy, do you like black caviar?

I love it very much.

Help yourself, help yourself.

Wow, what a surprise.

Why are you so shy, my dear?

Come in.

Take off your clothes.

Galochka, take care of our guests.

Comrades, post.

On the floor at Styopa Likhodeev's
the usual laws do not apply.

Hooray, comrades!

And this is Berlioz's room.

He's not here?

Well, he hasn't been
with us for a long time.

I'll open it.

You are asking about Hector
Berlioz, the French composer?

Fine.

He is buried in Montmartur
Cemetery in Paris.

I don’t know any other Berlioz.

Oh, Oso, dear!

Stepan Bogdanovich.

Hello, dear.

Comrade yellow mushroom.

Hello.

There are more people's commissars
here than in the Kremlin wall.

Do you recognize him?

Over there, behind me in the corner.

People's Commissars from security.

That's right.

And you were afraid
that it would be boring.

Here you go, comrades.

Take a look at our guests.

Nice to see you.

Let's go.

I'm here now.

Fine.

Well, you understand – it’s
just work, nothing personal.

I understand everything.

Lead here.

For people who are trying
to destroy the bourgeoisie,

they became too similar to her.

Do you think this is perhaps
how they imagine communism?

And we have also prepared
a little surprise for you.

Here, on you, on this
stage, he will perform now

The new star of theater and
cinema, Lyubov, did you think, Orlova?

No, comrades. Lyubov
Pengalskaya! Let's greet her!

Oh, Baron Michael.

Well, forgive me, comrades.

Comrade Mikel has a very interesting story.

He really was a baron.

Rumor has it that he was given a choice.

Either three years in a
penal camp on Solovki, or...

Good evening.

Where are you?

Let's go.

This is our writer who asked to go abroad.

What does the letter say about him?

He is responsible for recruiting covert
agents in the cultural environment.

What characters!

This is a ball of the dead,

who don't yet know that
they will soon come out.

Hey, the gun!

Toast!

Let's drink to communism!

We don't drink anything.

Built in a separate apartment!

Bravo!

The fire roared in the stove,

the rain was falling on the windows.

And then the last thing happened.

Thanks for a great evening.

Now I know how to end the novel.

But then write it down before you forget.

Good idea.

And I'll help you get ready.

Tell,

Will you take little Pontius Pilate?

It's not a fact that it was Pilate.

Nobody knows exactly what he looks like.

This is definitely the procurator
of ancient Judea, Pontius Pilate.

How do you know?

How would I know?

Yes, I saw him.

That's how you are now.

Sorry.

Your novel is so stuck in my head,

that I decided to be
Woland for a little while.

Are you expecting guests?

They might be interested
in your manuscript.

Decided to get rid of material
evidence of anti-Soviet propaganda?

It's no use. We've known
for a long time everything

that was written in that
manuscript of yours.

You could have not burned the tram,

who cut off the head of the deputy
chairman of the Union of Soviet Writers.

And about the denigration of the
highest echelons of Soviet power.

Who told you all this?

And don't interrupt.

Who?

Well, let's say, lovemaking.

What's her name again? Margarita?

This is not true.

And what is truth?

The truth is only what
will be stored in this folder.

So he seemed unreliable
to us all from the first day.

You see, it's immediately obvious.

Not ours.

So I had no idea at all that it was Jesus.

Who did you think he was?

He told me it was Yesho.

I'm an actor, you know?
I play what I'm told.

Who else is in your
counter-revolutionary group?

Theater director Likhodeev.

Was it he who persuaded
you to write a sabotage play?

He just recently, you were visiting him.

What does that mean?

Professor Wolf invited me.

Let's confuse the investigation.

We checked everything.

You were the only one at Likhodeev's.

And in real life no Woland exists.

Believe me, it exists.

I'll give you one like that right now!

Madness! You'll feel like you're in heaven!

Your novel has been read.

Yes.

And they said only one thing.

Unfortunately, it is not finished.

I hate him.

This novel.

I suffered too much because of him.

Nothing interests me except her.

Margarita.

Yes.

But she told you herself that
this novel is her whole life.

And she is right.

In it, the master and Margarita
can be together forever.

Well yes, it all depends on you.

To do this, you need to finish the novel.

Unfortunately, I can't do that.

You saw that I burned it in the stove.

Manuscripts don't burn.

Who are you?

Who are you?

I am part of that power that eternally
desires evil and eternally does good.

That's what it seems
like in Wolfgang Goethe.

Article 58.

Treason and espionage.

The country's leadership has people
who are closely monitoring your work.

They like it when they are
stroked against the grain.

They iron. Do you understand?

You see.

We will reinstate you in
the writers' union with a fee.

Then a summer house, then a car
with a driver, then everything will be.

Your sacrifice is meaningless.

And your victim is not there.

What?

You will be sacrificed.

At the ball.

In what ball?

At Satan's ball.

You will be the main
entertainment of the guests.

And Koroleva herself will drink
your blood from Berlioz’s skull.

What harm? What are you talking about?

Vold is already waiting for you.

Darling, have you ever suffered
from hallucinations before?

What about these otherworldly forces
that you write about in your novel?

Do you think they really exist?

But there is no evidence.

But she told you herself that
this novel is her whole life.

And she is right. In it, the Master
and Margarita can be together forever.

Well yes, it all depends on you.

To do this, you need to finish the novel.

We will help you.

Let's start with thirty
milligrams of morphine.

You will have a wonderful
sleep with us today.

You will feel better.

Can I ask you a question?

What's good for you?

Pencil and paper.

It is not allowed.

Dissociative identity disorder.

Paranoid schizophrenia.

We prescribe a course of
electroconvulsive therapy.

Let's start with the composition.

Chapter one.

Never talk to strangers.

One spring day, at the
hour of an unprecedentedly

hot sunset, in Moscow,
on Patriarch's Ponds...

One hundred and forty.

Here's a little story for you,
so that the leaves don't get lost.

Chapter Nineteen.

You will feel better.

Nothing.

uh...

Capture her!

You could have let her know about yourself?

Before her were easy-to-learn.

Is it possible to send
letters with such an address?

Mentally ill.

You're joking, my friend.

See you at the parade, dear?

No, don't make her unhappy.

Or you will knock it down.

I am not capable of this.

Loisius?

I don't understand
what you're talking about.

Is he alive?

How should I know?

Have you told anyone about Roman?

You are not yourself, leave.

Okay, go away.

Tell me, where is he?

Tell me, Fedor.

I wrote.

I have one request for you.

If a woman ever comes here,

and will ask me,

Give her this manuscript.

Her name is...

Margarita.

Are you a master?

Yes, I read it.

Thank you.

Lie down.

Tomorrow morning, when you
wake up, I'll put you on the procedures.

Let's go.

Stand up.

For procedures.

I came to say goodbye to you.

Unfortunately, I can no
longer be your neighbors.

But I will keep my word.

I won't write any more poems.

I'm interested in something else now.

I want to write something else.

While I was lying here,
you know, I understood a lot.

This...

Can you hear?

The erosion is noisy.

No.

This is my name.

I have to go.

Full moon, just like then,

when the full moon comes,

He is tormented by insomnia.

He always says the same thing,

that he has no peace under the
moon and that he has a bad position.

This is what he always
says when he is not sleeping.

And when he sleeps, he
always sees the same thing.

Moon road.

And wants to follow it

with the prisoner Ganotsri.

Because, as he claims,

He didn't finish saying something then.

Now you can finish your
novel in one sentence.

Free.

I'll tell you that your novel
will still bring surprises. See?

This is very sad.

No, it's not sad.

Not sad.

Professor Stravinsky!

Yes!

How did you get in here?

Yes, I'm listening to you.

You have a patient. He is a writer.

Unfortunately, I
have prohibited the

disclosure of information
about our patients.

How did you get in here?

I really need to see him. Please, just...

Unfortunately, I can't help you in any way.

And I ask you to leave the
medical facility immediately.

Please see your comrade out.

I know he's here.

Take your hands off me, I'll do it myself.

You ruined him, didn't you?

Insult is a common
reward for a job well done.

Slip through.

Now, now.

Wait.

I'll see her out. Go to work.

Let's.

It's a choice, Harry. How do you know me?

I recognized it right away.

I was asked to pass something on to you.

Who asked?

Who?

Master.

I have to see him.

Margarita Nikolaevna, Vyacheslav Sergeevich

He called to say that his
train was only tomorrow.

Are you free today?

Thank you, Natasha.

Thank you.

One spring day, at the
hour of an unprecedented

hot sunset in Moscow,
on the weathered ponds,

The first gesture was
ordering an anti-religious

poem from a homeless
man for his next book.

But she could see the arena.

Margarita squinted at the bright sun.

I remembered how exactly one
year, day after day, hour after hour...

She sat next to him on that same bench.

A funeral procession appeared ahead.

I wonder who is being buried
with such amazing faces.

Erlioza Mikhailovna Alexandrovna,
Chairman of Mussolida.

So, it turns out that writers
are following the coffin?

Naturally. They.

Tell me, is there a critic
of Latunsky among them?

I see you hate this Latunsky.

Margarita Nikolaevna.

I have been instructed
to invite you to visit

a very distinguished
foreigner this evening.

And not a soul will know about this visit.

And you take advantage of the opportunity.

Are you hinting that I can
find out about him there?

Here, take it. You'll need it.

Margarita Nikolaevna
sat in front of the hold

in just a robe thrown
over her naked body.

On a sheet of paper
torn from a notebook, she,

Without any mistakes, she quickly
and large wrote a note in pencil.

Forgive me and forget me as soon
as possible. I am leaving you forever.

Don't look for me, it's useless.

I became a witch from the grief
and misfortunes that struck me.

It's time for me to go. Goodbye.

This evening at exactly half past nine.

Take the trouble to
undress to the feet and rub

this ointment over your
face and entire body.

With the tip of her
finger, Margarita

applied a small smear
of cream onto her palm.

Moreover, the smell of hungry
grass and forest became stronger.

The cream was easy
to apply and, as it

seemed to Margarita,
evaporated immediately.

After rubbing it in a few times,
Margarita looked in the mirror.

Allow me to introduce myself? Koroviev.

You are surprised that there is no light.

Saving money, you thought.

No-no-no. It's just that the
minister doesn't like electric light.

Please. Please.

What amazes me most is where it all fits.

This is not the easiest thing of all.

For those who are familiar
with the fifth dimension,

It costs nothing to expand
the space to a certain limit.

A tradition has been
established: the hostess of

the ball must certainly
bear the name of Margarita.

Firstly. And secondly,
she must be a local native.

I hope you will not refuse
to take on this responsibility?

I won't refuse.

Please.

The mission is to
exchange that which will

receive you without
ceremony in the bedroom.

Please, please, without
embarrassment, I beg you.

Not a good sharer, dear hippopotamus.

Serious, but...

Please, to the bedroom, to the bedroom!

Greetings to you, my bright queen.

If you would like, please
excuse me for my home attire.

Greetings, sir.

Blood, blood always tells.

Margarita was worried.
Her head was spinning

and she could not see
her surroundings clearly.

She only understood the room where
she was being prepared for the ball,

neither black glass nor
some kind of smoky stone.

It will be difficult to
honor Elisa. If you

don't like someone,
you can't think about it.

He will notice, he will notice,
but no one forgives inattention.

Please, put your leg
here. Your beautiful leg.

Yes, that's it.

Where are the guests?

There are no more than ten
seconds left until midnight.

It's about to start.

Queen, allow me to give the signal.

Me, me, come on!

Mr. Jacques and his wife!

I recommend to you, Queen,
one of the most interesting men.

He became famous for the fact that in 1450

repelled the royal mistress.

Your Majesty.

Thank you very much.

Queen of admiration!

The Queen was extremely popular

among young, charming Neapolitan women.

Especially those who
are tired of their husbands.

Well, maybe courage can feel it?

So, Mrs. Tofana served them

some water in bubbles, then poured in

this water into the spouse, and after that

ala was as free as a spring breeze.

Mille merci!

Queen of admiration, I beg you!

Amshant!

Queen of admiration!

Ahaha... And here comes a new, fresh hero!

This is where I wanted
to get rid of the person,

the unblocking of which
Nチwas extremely afraid.

And he ordered his secretary to
spray the walls of the office with poison.

We admire you, black queen!

We are delighted!

We are delighted!

Anshante!

Anshante!

The end of this river was not in sight.

Its source, the enormous
fireplace, continued to feed it.

So an hour passed and
the second hour began.

Margarita was not interested in
any of the dukes, the poisoners,

hangmen and pimps, jailers and tricksters,

executioners, informers,
traitors, corrupters.

All their names were mixed up in my head.

The faces were stuck
together into one huge pancake.

Many Margaritas were buckling under.
Every minute she was afraid to cry.

When she was serving in a
cafe, the owner invited her in

pantry. And nine months
later she gave birth.

boy. She took the baby into the forest, put
a handkerchief in his mouth and buried him.

I am happy to be invited
to the Grand Full Moon Ball.

Please, come on, take your handkerchief!
Please. Frida. I beg you. Frida. My name is

Frida. She is accompanied by a cow

father.

I found myself in the ballroom again,
but now there was no dancing in it,

and the guests crowded in an
innumerable crowd between the columns.

With the last stroke of the
clock, heard from nowhere,

Silence fell over the crowd of guests.

Then Margarita saw Volant again.

It happened, Mikhail Alexandrovich.

And your meeting took place, didn't it?

The head was cut off by a woman.

What are these if not facts?

And facts are the most
stubborn things in the world.

You have always been an ardent preacher
of the theory that by cutting off the head

life in a person ceases, and
he goes into oblivion forever.

What a stupid theory.

But all these theories
are worth one another.

Let my theory be sent to everyone.

Trust her.

You are fading into oblivion.

I will drink oblivion.

From the cup that you are about to become.

Glasses!

They're calling! Here he is!

I'm coming, I'm coming!

I'll meet you! I'm coming!

Please, please.

I present to you the dearest Baron Mayger.

Everyone is already
waiting for you, please.

Here, here.

Please.

Yes, by the way,

herbarium.

Rumors have spread about
your exceptional curiosity.

Moreover, the unpleasant words
“spy”, “rat” and “spook” were dropped.

And in less than a month
this will lead you to a sad end.

And if so,

we will save you

from the agonizing wait.

Gentlemen!

To your health!

Drink.

Drink! Wine into the cup!

Do not be afraid of the king.

The blood has long since
disappeared into the ground.

And where it spilled,
it had already parted.

Please, Queen.

Sit down.

Well then, tell me honestly.

You are very tormented.

Understood, sir.

Night of the milling.

Festive night.

And today dinner is in the company
of those close to the servant.

And my guests.

Drink boldly.

Pure alcohol.

Maybe you want something?

No.

Nothing, sir. Except that
if I tell you something else

if necessary, I will gladly
fulfill whatever you wish.

You have passed the test. Remember,
don't ask anyone for anything.

Nothing. No one.

Especially those who are stronger
than you. They will come themselves.

And they will offer you everything.

I can do that too.

For the role of my queen.

What do you wish for?

Be bolder.

Without embarrassment.

Because I suggested it.

Tell.

Desire.

So, I can ask for one thing.

Demand.

I want them to
stop giving Frida the

handkerchief she used
to strangle her child.

You seem to have very high moral standards.

No, sir.

I'll tell you frankly, I asked
for Frida only because

that I had the imprudence
to give her firm hope.

And so it doesn't count.

Margot.

And what do you want
for yourself, proud woman?

I want my lover back.

Masters.

And so that everything becomes as it was.

I ask you to return us to
the basement on Arbat.

It never happens that
everything will return to how it was.

But we will try.

Have no doubt, it's me.

And you really did
start to look like a witch.

I am a witch.

And I am very happy about it.

I'm sitting here, not bothering anyone.

I'm fixing it.

Note:

You are looking for your duty to warn that
the goat is an ancient, inviolable animal.

We have an untouchable ventriloquist cat.

Please come this way.

It's all over.

Get away from me.

Let me say goodbye to the earth.

Drag the net.

Give it.

Net.

Hey, it will work out and it will explode.

Interesting city, right?

Serve.

I like Rome better.

The darkness that came
from the Mediterranean Sea,

A short pause... covered the
city hated by the procurator.

Are all bills paid?

Yes.

The hour... has come.

It's time.

Listen and enjoy what you
have never been given in life.

Silence.

I am part of that power that eternally
desires evil and eternally does good.