The Master and Margarita

Early in morning of the fourteenth of the spring month of Nisan the Procurator of Judaea, Pontius Pilate, in a white cloak lined with blood red, emerged with his shuffling cavalryman’s walk into the arcade connecting the two wings of the palace of Herod the Great.

Chapter II of The Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov

How can you describe the pleasure of reading something so well written? 🙂

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