‘Farewell for ever! I’m flying away!’ Margarita shouted above the waltz. Here she realized that she did not need any shift, and with a sinister guffaw threw it over Nikolai Ivanovich’s head.
Invisible! Invisible!’ she cried still louder, and, flying over the front gates, between the maple branches, which lashed at her face, she flew out into the lane. And after her flew the completely insane waltz.
An open, light sorrel car came down on the island, only in the driver’s seat there sat no ordinary-looking driver, but a black, long-beaked rook in an oilcloth cap and gauntlets... The steady humming of the car, flying high above the earth, lulled Margarita, and the moonlight warmed her pleasantly. Closing her eyes, she offered her face to the wind...
Hella rose and bowed to Margarita. The cat, jumping off the tabouret, did likewise. Scraping with his right hind paw... Margarita, sinking with fear, nevertheless made all this out by the per- fidious candlelight.
Two eyes were fixed on Margarita’s face.... Woland, broadly sprawled on the bed, was wearing nothing but a long nightshirt, dirty and patched on the left shoulder. One bare leg was tucked under him, the other was stretched out on the little bench. It was the knee of this dark leg that Hella was rubbing with some smoking ointment.
Under the pussy-willow branches, strewn with tender, fluffy catkins, visible in the moonlight, sat two rows of fat-faced frogs, puffing up as if they were made of rubber, playing a bravura march on wooden pipes... The march was being played in honour of Margarita. She was given a most solemn reception. Transparent naiads stopped their round dance over the river and waved weeds at Margarita ... [goat-legged] invited her to lie down and rest. Margarita did just that. The goat-legged one offered her a glass of champagne, she drank it, and her heart became warm at once.
Taking a close look, Margarita recognized the hog as Nikolai Ivanovich, and then her laughter rang out over the forest, mingled with the laughter of Natasha
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Now a steady stream was coming up the stairs from below.... She (Margarita) mechanically raised and lowered her hand and smiled uniformly to the guests...
Margarita, without ceasing to smile and proffer her right hand, dug the sharp nails of the left into Behemoth’s ear and whispered to him: ‘If you, scum, allow yourself to interfere in the conversation again...’ Behemoth squeaked in a not very ball-like fashion and rasped: ‘Queen ... the ear will get swollen ...
Margarita released his ear, and the importunate, gloomy eyes were before her.
