Chapter 21 Chapter 21 Flying

I am hidden, come and go freely!I am hidden, come and go freely!Margaret flew along the alley in front of her house to a long street perpendicular to it. The tank sells kerosene and small bottles of insecticide.In an instant Margaret flew over the top of the street.She suddenly realized: Although her body is completely concealed and she can come and go freely as she likes, even when enjoying herself like this, she still needs to restrain herself with reason—just now she almost bumped into a crooked lamppost at the corner Lost his life, but fortunately the flying brush miraculously stopped.Rounding the lamppost, she gripped the handle of the brush more tightly and flew slower, keeping an eye out for street power lines and signs jutting across the sidewalk.

Go through the third alley and then Arbat Street.At this time, Margaret was already able to control the flying brush she was riding freely.She knew that the flying brush could be driven at will with a touch of hand or leg, and she knew that flying over the city must be more careful and not reckless.Besides, after a few side streets, she was quite sure that no one would see her at all, that no one looked up, that no one shouted "Look! Look!" no one ducked, no one screamed, No one fainted, and no one let out a strange maniacal laugh. Margaret flew slowly and soundlessly.She doesn't fly high, staying about two stories high.Although she wasn't flying fast, when she turned into the brightly lit Arbat Street, she accidentally hit her shoulder with a bright disc with arrows drawn on it.This annoyed Margaret.She reined in the tame flying brush of her mount, first flew to the side, and then suddenly flew towards Yuanpan from there.Hit the disc with the handle of the brush and smash it to pieces.Shards of glass fell, pedestrians backed away, sirens sounded somewhere, and Marguerite herself laughed at the utterly unnecessary gesture.At the same time she thought to herself: "You have to be very careful on Arbat Street, there are so many things in this street that it's hard to tell." She began to walk among the wires.Under her eyes, the roofs of many cars, buses, and trolleybuses fluttered in different directions in the middle of the road. On the sidewalks on both sides, there were rivers of hats, and the river of hats branched out into some small galaxies. The flaming mouth of the night shop. "Oh, look at this mess, you can't turn your body away!" Margaret felt a little angry, crossed the Arbat Street, rose a little, and flew at the height of four floors.She walked around the bright glowing tubes of the theater building facades around the corner and turned into a narrow side street lined with high-rise buildings.The windows of all the buildings here are open, and radio songs are coming from all the windows.Driven by curiosity, Margaret glanced into one of the windows.It turned out to be a kitchen.Two kerosene burners squeaked on the hearth, and two women stood beside them, each holding a spoon and arguing with each other.

"I tell you, Pilageya Petrovna, the light in the toilet has to be turned off when you're done using it!" said one to the other, while her pot was steaming hotly, "as it goes on, Don’t blame us for reporting to ask you to move!” "You're not so good yourself!" replied the other. "You're both good enough!" Margaret said aloud, as she leaped over the windowsill into the kitchen.The two bickering women turned their heads at Margaret's voice in unison, both holding dirty spoons in their hands.Marguerite cautiously stretched her hand between them, turned the valve of the kerosene stove slightly, and both stoves went out at the same time.The women said "Ah!" in unison, unable to keep their mouths shut.But Margaret didn't want to stay here anymore, so she flew to the street again.

At the end of the street, she noticed a huge eight-story building with a very beautiful appearance, which seemed to be completed soon.Margaret lowered her height and landed gently on the ground.The front of the building was inlaid with dark gray marble, and the foyer was large; through the glass of the main door, she saw the gatekeeper's gold-rimmed hat and shiny coat buttons, and above the lintel were several golden characters: "The Opera Building". Margaret looked carefully again, but couldn't figure out the meaning of the word "drama".So, she put the flying brush under her arm, stepped up the steps, and pushed the door in.The door touched the porter, who turned his head in a puzzled look.Margaret waited to see a large black wooden sign hanging on the wall next to the elevator, on which was written the house number and the name of the occupants of the first-floor house in white characters, and there was a line of larger characters at the bottom of the wooden sign - "Drama and Literature house," Margarita let out a growl like a hungry beast.She soared into the air, greedily reading the names on the sign: Khustov, Devubratsky, Kvant, Beskudnikov, Latunsky...

"Latunski!" Margarita screamed, "Latunski! Isn't it him?! This is the guy who set the Master up!" Her cry made the gatekeeper even jump up. He stared at the black wooden sign with wide eyes, wondering why the name plate suddenly issued a woman's voice.And Margaret has already flown up the stairs quickly, constantly muttering happily: "Latonski, number 84! Latonski, number 84! Look, there's number 82 on the left and number 83 on the right.One floor up, left - No. 84!No, there was a small sign at the door: "O. Latunski". Margaret got off the flying brush, and her hot feet fell on the terrazzo floor, feeling extra cool.She rang the doorbell, then answered it again.No one opened the door.She pressed it again, and the noisy ringing of the Latunski house even reached Margarita's own ears, but no one answered the door.Yes, the owner of the eight-storey house No. 84 should be grateful to the late Berlioz, the late chairman of the "Mowen Union": because after Berlioz was run over by a tram, his funeral committee happened to agree to meet tonight.It seems that this person still has auspicious stars, and the lucky stars prevented Latunski from meeting Margaret who turned into a witch on this Friday night!

No one opened the door.Margaret flew down with a whoosh.She counted the floors down to the first floor, flew out of the gate, counted the floors from the street, judged the left and right, and concluded that the five black windows at the corner of the eighth floor were undoubtedly No. 84 where Latonicus lived.After confirming, Margaret flew into the air again, and flew into a room through the open window in a few seconds.It was dark inside the house, except for a silver-gray path illuminated by the moonlight.Margaret walked along the moonlight path and touched the switch.In less than a minute all the rooms of the house were brightly lit.She put the flying brush in the corner, and seeing that there was no one at home, she opened the door and checked the name plate at the door.O Latunski!That's right!This is exactly what Margaret was looking for.

It is said that the critic Latunsky still pales when he thinks of that terrible night, and is infinitely grateful when Berlioz's name is mentioned.Yes, wondered what a tragic and serious criminal case might have taken place that night—Marguerite came out of the kitchen with a heavy hammer in her hand. The naked female trapeze tried her best to restrain herself and keep calm, but her hands were still shaking with excitement.She went to a piano, swung a hammer and slammed it down on the keyboard, and the first shrill scream resounded throughout the house.An innocent Baker baby piano bellowed angrily, its keys caved in and its bone tops flew in all directions.The poor piano whimpered, wailed, roared and shouted hoarsely.Suddenly, there was a bang, as if someone had fired a gun. It turned out that the shiny piano's sound board was cracked under the heavy blow of a hammer.Margaret gasped and began to tear and disturb the strings inside with the hammer.Finally, she was really tired, so she stepped aside and sat down on a chair to rest with a bang.

①Piano of famous brand made in Germany. There was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, and the faucet in the kitchen was also rattling.Margarita thought to herself: "The water must have overflowed to the floor." Then she said to herself: "I don't have time to sit around." The water in the kitchen has flowed into the hallway.Marguerite stepped on the water on the ground with her bare feet, and used buckets to carry buckets of water from the kitchen to the critic's study and poured them into the drawers of his desk.Then she smashed the cabinets in this room with a hammer and ran into Latunski's bedroom.She first smashed the big wardrobe with full-length mirror, took out the clothes inside, stuffed all the clothes into the big bathtub in the bathroom, then took a bottle full of ink from the study room, and randomly sprinkled it on the soft and comfortable bed in the bedroom. Double bed.These sabotage activities made her feel very happy, but she always felt that the consequences of the destruction were really insignificant.So she smashed whatever she saw—she went to the room where the piano was placed to smash flower pots and rubber tree bonsai, and before she finished smashing, she took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen and went back to the bedroom to pierce the sheets and smash photos The frame... Sweat kept running down her face, but she didn't feel tired at all.

The dramatist Kwant lived at No. 82 below Latunski's building.At this time his maid was drinking tea in the kitchen.She was wondering to herself when she heard the incessant clanging, thumping, and footsteps upstairs.Looking up, a large area of ​​the snow-white ceiling has turned into a grayish gray like a dead man's face. Seeing that the area is still expanding, many drops of water appear.The maid looked at the scene and didn't know what to do, and sat there for two minutes blankly, but unexpectedly, it really started raining in the kitchen, and the dripping water made the whole room tick-tock.She jumped up and quickly took the basin to catch the water.It didn't help, of course, and the rain soon spread to the gas stove and the cutlery table.The maid ran out the door with a cry, and the Latunskis' doorbell rang violently in succession.

"Ah, the door is called! It's time to go," said Marguerite to herself.She rode on the flying brush and heard the voice outside the door—it turned out that a woman was shouting through the crack of the door: "Open the door, open the door! Du Xia, open the door quickly! Is the water in your house overflowing? Our house is leaking! It's flooded!" Margaret flew up to a height of one meter, and hit the big chandelier with a hammer.Two light bulbs were shattered, and the lamp pendants scattered on the ground.The shouting outside the door stopped, and there was the sound of footsteps descending the stairs.Marguerite floated out of the window, and outside the window she tapped the pane lightly with the hammer a few more times.There was only a whimpering sound, and broken glass cascaded down the marble paneling of the building.Marguerite flew to another window.Pedestrians on the sidewalk hurried away, and one of the two cars parked next to the gate downstairs honked its horn and drove away.After smashing the glass at Latunski's house, Margaret went to smash the glass next door.The sound of breaking glass and falling to the ground resounded throughout the street.The janitor at the first door ran out, looked up, obviously didn't react immediately, and didn't know what to do.He hesitated for a moment, then put the whistle in his mouth and blew desperately.Inspired by the sound of the whistle, Marguerite became even more frenzied. She happily smashed the last window on the eighth floor, and then descended to smash the glass on the seventh floor.

The janitor, who had had nothing to do for a long time inside the big glass door, finally found something to do this time: he put all his energy into blowing his whistle, and he blew it as loudly as Marguerite's. The movements of the glass are very well-timed, as if they are accompanying her.Whenever she flew from one window to another, the gatekeeper took the opportunity to catch his breath, and every time Marguerite hit it, he puffed up his cheeks and blew desperately, piercing the night sky with a sharp whistle. The efforts of the gatekeeper combined with those of the furious Marguerite had great effect.The whole building was in chaos.The unbroken glass windows opened one after another, and people poked their heads out of the windows to look around, but these people's heads retracted immediately, and the open windows were closed again.There were also some moving heads in the bright windows of the building across the street.People are eager to find out why the window panes of the newly built "Xiwen Building" are broken for no reason. Pedestrians on the street flocked to the "Xiwen Building", while people in the building ran out of their homes and ran up and down the stairs aimlessly and meaninglessly.The maid of the Kwant family yelled at the people running up the stairs: their house is flooded!After a while, the maid of the Hustov family at No. 80 downstairs in Kwant also shouted: the ceiling of the kitchen and toilet of the Hustov family is leaking!Finally, a large layer of ash fell from the ceiling in the Kwant's kitchen, smashing all the dishes that had not been cleared away, and then it really rained: water splashed from between the hanging wet gray slats. down stream.There were shouts all over the stairs of the first door.Margaret was now flying to the second-to-last window on the fourth floor.She glanced inside and saw a man is putting a gas mask on his head in a panic.Margaret knocked on the glass of his house with a hammer, and the man ran out of the house in fright. The frantic sound of destruction suddenly stopped.Margaret descended to the height of the third floor and looked in a window with thin dark curtains.A small shaded lamp was burning in the room.On a crib with railings sat a little boy of about four, listening wide-eyed.There was not a single adult in the room, apparently they all ran away. "They're smashing the glass," said the little boy, calling out, "Mommy!" No one answered, so the little boy said again: "Mom! I'm scared!" Margaret opened the curtains and flew into the room. "I'm afraid!" repeated the little boy, trembling. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, baby!" Margaret tried to bring a softer tone to her sinful voice hoarse from the wind. "Some boys are beating the glass." "It was shot with a slingshot, right?" asked the little boy, who was no longer shivering. "Use a slingshot, use a slingshot," Margaret said hastily, "Go to sleep!" "Sitnick did it," said the little boy. "He's got a slingshot." "Well, it must be him!" The little boy looked aside mischievously and asked: "Auntie, where are you?" "I am not here," replied Marguerite, "I was in your dream." "I think so too," said the little boy. "Lie down and sleep," said Marguerite commandingly, "put your hand under your face, and you will still dream of me." "Okay, let me dream, let me dream." The little boy agreed, lay down immediately, and put a small hand under his face. "Let me tell you a story," Marguerite began, placing a burning hand on the boy's shaved head. "Once upon a time, there was an aunt. She didn't My child, she didn't have any happiness at all. She always cried at first, for a long time, and later, she gradually became cruel..." Margaret stopped, and took her hand away— —The little boy has fallen asleep. Margaret put the hammer on the windowsill and flew out through the window.There is chaos around the building.There was broken glass all over the asphalt sidewalk beside the road, and people were running and shouting.Police in uniform have been seen running.Suddenly the alarm bell rang, and a red fire truck with a ladder turned into the alley from Arbat Street... But Margaret had no interest in what came after.Carefully dodging the wires, she held on to the handle of the brush.In an instant, it rose to the sky above the hapless building.The streets below looked askew.As if stuck in the ground.She saw that there was no longer just one building below, but a large piece of roof cut into pieces by several shiny streets.This piece of roof suddenly began to drift to the side again, the chain of lights became blurred, and finally merged into one piece. Margaret jumped up again, and the large roof seemed to sink into the ground, replaced by a lake of lights composed of countless twinkling electric lights, and this lake suddenly stood upright, and then appeared on Margaret's Overhead, at the same time, a bright moon shot silver light from under her feet.Margaret understood that this was her own somersault in the air.After she returned to her normal state, she looked back and saw that the lake of lights no longer existed, and only saw a light red reflection on the horizon far behind her.A second later the reflection disappeared as well, and Margaret found that she was accompanied only by the round moon flying above her to the left.Her hair had already been completely loosened, and she felt the moonlight wash over her body with a whistling sound.Looking down, the two rows of sparse lights quickly merged into two long light bands, and the light bands quickly disappeared behind her.She understood that she was flying at an astonishing speed.But strangely, her breathing was normal and she didn't feel stuffy. A few seconds later, she saw another lake formed by electric lights appeared on the black land in the distance. The lake quickly rolled towards her feet, but then spun around again and sank into the ground.A few seconds later, the same scene appeared again. "Those are cities! Cities!" cried Marguerite. Later, two or three times, she saw several long knives placed in several large black basins with open lids below, reflecting off-white light.She guessed: those are several rivers. Margaret turned her head to look to the upper left and saw the moon flying madly towards Moscow.But at the same time it seemed strangely frozen in place.That's why she could see clearly above it a mysterious black figure that looked like a dragon, not a dragon, or a horse, not a horse, standing there with its neck arched, its long face turned towards the city Margaret left behind. ①Russian writer Peter P. Ershov (1815-1869) wrote the famous poetic myth "Shenma", some of the storylines happened on the moon. At this time, Margaret had a thought: Actually, why should I rush this flying brush so desperately, so that I would lose the possibility of observing things carefully and miss the opportunity to enjoy the joy of flying.And something subconsciously told her that people would be patiently waiting for her where she was going, and that she needn't be disturbed or annoyed by the fact that she was flying so fast at such a terrible height. She pressed down the brush head of the flying brush, and the tail of the flying brush lifted up, greatly slowing down, and flying towards the ground.Marguerite felt as if she were sliding down the air in a small sled, and this sliding gave her great pleasure and enjoyment.The earth rose to meet her.What had been a great black, shapeless land now revealed to her all the mysterious and alluring sights it had on a moonlit night.The earth came to meet her.She has come to the smell of young leaves in the forest.She was flying above a thin layer of mist over a meadow glistening with dew.Then flew over a small lake.She heard a chorus of frogs below, and the rumble of a train in the distance, and the sound somehow stirred her up.She soon saw the train: it was crawling slowly like a caterpillar, spewing sparks into the air.After passing the train, she saw a mirror-like water surface in front of her, and a moon was slowly drifting in the water.After crossing the lake, she lowered her height even further, and now her feet could almost touch the tops of tall pine trees. Behind her she heard a muffled sound of splitting the air approaching from a distance.Gradually, she heard the dull sound of this projectile-like flying object mixed with the wild laughter of a woman who seemed to come from many kilometers away.She glanced back and saw a complex black object chasing her.After flying a little closer, the outline of the object gradually became clear—it turned out to be a person flying on something.At last she saw clearly that it was Natasha.Natasha caught up with Margaret and slowed down. Natasha's hair was flying in the wind, she was completely naked, and she was flying on a fat gelding.The gelding pig's front hooves are holding a handbag tightly, and its two hind hooves are pounding the air desperately. A pair of pince-nez has slipped off the pig's nose and is hung by a thin rope beside the pig's mouth, sometimes in the moonlight. Shiny in reflection.The top hat on the pig's head slid down to cover its eyes.Margaret took a closer look and recognized that the gelding was Nikolai Ivanovich.So her laughter and Natasha's laughter mingled together, resounding over the entire forest. "Natasha!" Margaret screamed in a piercing voice, "Did you rub the grease too!" "My darling!" Natasha's cry was loud enough to wake up the sleeping pine forest. "My Queen of France! I'll give it back to him, and put some on his bald head!" "She is my princess!" the gelding pig wailed loudly while flying with the female rider on its back. "Margarita Nikolaevna, my dear!" cried Natasha, who was flying alongside Margarita, "I admit that I used your grease. Because we also hope to be able to Life, to be able to fly! Forgive me, my queen! I don't want to go back, not at all! Oh, Margarita Nikolaevna, how wonderful he is!" Natasha said with Pointing to the neck of the piggy who was panting heavily in embarrassment, she said, "He proposed to me! He proposed to me!" She said, bending down and asking loudly into the pig's ear, "Hey, what do you call me? of? Huh?" "My Goddess!" said the piggy, "but, Goddess, I can't keep flying so fast! Then I'll lose important papers. Natalya Prokofievna, I'm against it!" "To hell with your papers!" Natasha yelled, laughing wildly. "Don't say that, Natalina Prokofievna, someone will hear!" pleaded the gelding. Natasha flew side by side with Margarita, happily telling her what happened in the small building after the hostess flew out of the gate, and bursts of laughter from time to time. Natasha frankly admitted that after the hostess flew away, she never touched the things given to her again, but ran straight into the hostess' bedroom, picked up the grease on the floor and painted it.Her body also suddenly underwent the same changes as the hostess.She laughed with joy, and was standing in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her charming figure, when the door of the room opened suddenly, and Nikolai Ivanovich appeared in front of her.He was very excited, holding the sky blue shirt that Marguerite had dropped, his own top hat and handbag.He was petrified at the sight of Natasha.After calming down for a while, he stammered with a face as red as a prawn: He thought it was his duty to send this shirt upstairs himself... "What did you say, you wretch?" asked Natasha sharply, laughing uncontrollably. "What did you say? What did you seduce? He promised me a lot of money! And he said His wife, Kravtia Petrovna, won't know anything. What? Can you say I'm lying?" Natasha shouted at the gelding, who turned his face away in embarrassment. After some mischief in the bedroom, Natasha took the oil out of her imagination and rubbed it on Nikolai Ivanovich.But after wiping it a few times, she hurriedly stopped: seeing the respectable downstairs resident's face shrunk into a pig's snout, and his hands and feet turned into pig's hooves.Nikolai Ivanovitch looked in the mirror and wailed in despair, but it was too late.A few seconds later, he picked up Natasha, cried in pain, and flew away from Moscow, rushing to the place ordered by the devil. "I'm determined to get back to my normal face!" the piglet whined hoarsely, as if he were angry, but also seemed to be pleading, "I don't want to fly to some nonsense illegal meeting! Margaret Nee Gulayevna, it is your duty to control your maids." "What?! Now you think of me as a maid again? Am I a maid?" Natasha grabbed the pig's ear and shouted, "I was a goddess before, right? How did you call me?" "Call you Venus!" answered the gelding pig mournfully, as he flew over a brook that sang among the rocks, his belly rustling against the hazel branches. "Venus! Venus!" Natasha shouted cheerfully, with one hand on her hip and the other hand stretched out to the bright moon, "Marguerite, my queen! I beg you to let them also stay. Make me a witch! You can do anything, you are in power now!" So Margaret replied: "Okay, I promise you!" "Thank you!" Natasha yelled.Then, she suddenly yelled sadly: "Hey, hey! Hurry up! Hurry up! Hey, come on!" Her legs pinched the tired and skinny pig, and the pig turned violently. As he rushed forward, the sound of wind piercing the air sounded in his ears again.In a blink of an eye, Natasha turned into a black spot in front of her, and then the black spot disappeared, and the sound of the flying wind subsided. Margaret continued to fly slowly over the empty and unfamiliar place.She flew over a stretch of rolling hills, and saw some strange big round white, towering giant pines.She thought: "Probably far away from Moscow." Now the flying brush was no longer flying over the pine forest, but flying among the sparse pine trees, one side of which was illuminated by the moonlight.The moonlight shone down on Margaret from behind her, and she saw her own gray shadow gliding across the ground. Margaret felt that there was water vapor nearby, and guessed that the destination must not be far away.The pines receded to either side, and she came upon a chalk cliff.In the shadowy place below the steep cliff, a great river flows quietly.Below the cliff, mist rose and filled the bushes.On the other side of the river is a lower level land, where there are a few luxuriant trees, which look lonely, and a pile of bonfires under the trees are flickering, and several figures can be seen swaying.From there Marguerite felt that there was some kind of relaxing music, which made her feel numb.Looking at the two poles, there is a flat river reflecting the silvery white moonlight in front of me, and there is not a house or a person in sight. Margaret jumped off the cliff and landed quickly towards the water.After a long flight in the air, she was drawn to the water of the river.She threw the flying brush aside, ran a few steps, and plunged into the river.The lithe body stabbed into the water like an arrow, and the splash almost flew to the moon palace.Surprisingly, the river water was as warm as the water in the bathtub.She got out of the water, and in the warm river water, under the heavy night, she swam to her heart's content alone. There was no one around Margaret, but the sound of splashing and spraying water could be heard a little further away, as if someone was swimming there. After a good swim, Marguerite ran ashore, feeling hot but not at all tired, and dancing happily on the wet grass.Suddenly, she stopped jumping and listened alertly: the sound of spraying water was getting closer.She saw a naked and fat man emerging from the bushes of firecracker willows not far away, with a black top hat tilted behind his head.The swimmer's feet were covered in mud, and at first glance appeared to be wearing black boots.Judging by the panting and hiccupping appearance, he obviously drank a lot of wine.This was quickly confirmed: the river also suddenly smelled of brandy. Seeing Margaret, the fat man squinted his eyes and shouted happily: "What's the matter? Is it her, the person in front of me? Crokina, it's you, you little widow who knows no worries! Why are you here?" he said, and stepped forward to embrace him. Marguerite took two steps back and said sternly: "Go to your ghost mother! It must be your Krogina? Open your eyes and take a good look at who you are talking to!" She paused for a moment, and then made a series of obscenities that could not be written on paper. fully supplemented.All this acted as a sobering agent for the frivolous fat man. "Oh!" the fat man let out a slight exclamation and trembled. "You are magnanimous, please forgive me, glorious Queen Margot! I misunderstood it. It's all because of the brandy, damn it!" As the fat man said, he took off his top hat, shook his hands beside him, and bowed on one knee.Then he started talking nonsense in Russian, with a lot of French mixed in.He explained that one of his Parisian friends, Gosar, had a bloody wedding.He also spoke of the brandy, and of his lamentation at the sad mistake he had just made. "You son of a bitch, it's better to put on a pair of pants first!" Margaret calmed down her anger. Ni Margaret was no longer angry, and the fat man grinned happily.He excitedly told Margarita: He is not wearing pants now because he was careless while swimming in the Yenisei River ① and forgot his pants on the shore. Expressing his willingness to obey Margaret's errands and orders, he backed up as far as the river, slipped on the river, and fell into the water on his back.Even as he fell into the water, his face, framed by a small sideburn, kept a smile of joy and loyalty. ①The Yenisei River is a river on the Siberian Plateau in the Soviet Union, thousands of kilometers away from Moscow, and its water volume ranks first among Soviet rivers. Margarita let out a piercing whistle, and the flying brush flew up to her immediately.She stepped on the flying brush and was across the river in a blink of an eye. The shadow of the chalk cliffs could not reach the opposite bank, and the place was full of bright moonlight. As soon as Margaret's feet touched the wet grass on the ground, the sound of music in the willow bush suddenly resounded through the night sky, and the bonfire burned more vigorously, and the tongues of fire seemed to be dancing happily.The upside-down willow branches are covered with fluffy Imperata cochlea flowers, reflecting the moonlight and shining silver light. Under the willow branches, many wide-mouthed frogs are neatly arranged in two rows, and they are vigorously puffing up their rubber-like cheeks. Play a majestic march on the wooden flute.On the willow branches in front of the frog musicians, many phosphorescent pieces of rotten wood were hung, illuminating the music score of the players, and the flames of the yellow fire danced restlessly on the faces of the frogs. This march was played to welcome Marguerite, and the welcome ceremony held for her was extremely grand.The mermaid princesses, who were enjoying themselves playing on the river, also temporarily stopped their joyful round dance and waved water plants to salute Margaret. Their cheers echoed over the empty light green river bank and could be heard from far away.Numerous nude witches jumped out from behind the willow bushes, lined up in a long line, and curtsied to Margaret in court style.A man with two goat legs flew over and kissed Margaret's hand, spread a piece of brocade on the grass, asked the queen if she was satisfied with the bathing in the river just now, and asked the queen to lie down on the brocade for a while rest. Marguerite reclined on the brocade, and the Lamb Leg Man immediately brought a large glass of champagne to offer.Margaret drank the wine in one gulp, and suddenly felt a warm current seep into her heart.She asked where Natasha was.The answer was: Natasha had finished her bath and flew away in advance on the piggyback. She was going to fly back to Moscow to inform people that Margaret was coming and help them make clothes for Margaret. There is another episode in Margaret's brief stay under the willows by the river that is worth recording: the people have just settled down when a whistle is heard and a black object, apparently by mistake, falls into the adjacent river.A few seconds later, a fat man with sideburns stood in front of Marguerite. This was the man who had just introduced himself inappropriately on the opposite bank.He had evidently gone for a walk to the Yenisei, for now he was in a formal tuxedo, but was drenched from head to toe.This was again because the brandy had killed him, causing him to fall into the river when he landed in flight.Even in this misfortune he did not lose the smile on his face, so Marguerite smiled at him and held out her hand for him to kiss. Then, everyone is ready to go.After another round dance under the moon, the mermaid princesses melted into the moonlight.The sheep-legged man respectfully asked Margaret how she came to the river.Hearing that she came here by flying brush, he said: "Oh, why take a flying brush, it's not very comfortable." So he broke off two branches, and in a second he wove something like a telephone, through which he sent orders for someone to send a car at once.Sure enough, within a minute, a light yellow convertible car landed on their green island, but the driver sitting on the steering wheel was not an ordinary driver, but a black-feathered rook with a long beak. He wears an oilcloth cap on his head and a pair of flared gloves on his hands.The green island became empty again in a blink of an eye, and the soaring witches disappeared into the hazy moonlight.The yellow fire has been burned out, and the red charcoal is gradually covered with a layer of silver-white ash. The fat man with the sideburns and the mutton man helped Marguerite into the car, and she sat down in the wide back seat.The car let out a roar and soared into the air, almost as if it was about to rush towards the moon palace.The island is gone.The river is gone.Margarita flew to Moscow.