Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Candlelight Shines

The car was flying high in the sky, the soft moonlight warmed Margaret's whole body, and the even roaring sound seemed to soothe her soul.She closed her eyes, raised her face, and endured the blowing of the breeze, thinking of the scene by the nameless river that she had just left, and thinking that she would never see that river again, she couldn't help feeling sad and dependent.She had witnessed the magic show that night, experienced all kinds of miracles, and now she had a vague guess who she was going to see.But she didn't feel scared.A strong desire--to be there to redeem her happiness--made her completely fearless.However, the time she indulged in the happy fantasy in the car was not long.Maybe it was due to the superb skills of the rook driver, or the car was so wonderfully built, anyway, after a while, when Margaret opened her eyes to look again, the large dark forest disappeared, and the big black forest displayed below her It is a shimmering and blurred lake made up of the brilliant lights of Moscow.I saw the driver of the Blackbird remove the right front wheel of the car during the flight, and then slowly landed the car on a desolate cemetery near Dorogomilov.Marguerite listened to the arrangement and asked nothing.The driver asked her to get out of the car next to a tombstone, took out her flying brush, then turned the front of the car into the deep valley next to the cemetery, and started the motor.The car made a rumbling sound, rushed towards the deep valley, and was destroyed at the bottom of the valley.The rook respectfully raised his hand to say goodbye to Margaret, stepped on the wheel that had just been unloaded, and flew into the air.

At the same moment a man in a black cloak stepped out from behind a tombstone, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight, and Marguerite recognized Azazelle immediately.Azazeller beckoned to Marguerite, beckoning her to ride on the flying brush, while he himself stepped on a long foil sword.Then they both took off in a circle, and a few seconds later they landed next to Building B, No. 302 Garden Street. The two held the flying brush and the long foil sword under their armpits respectively and walked into the building.When passing through the gate, Margaret saw a man in a peaked cap and high boots squatting pitifully by the door, as if waiting for someone.Although the two walked very lightly, the lonely man was aware of their footsteps, but he only trembled uncomfortably, and of course did not understand where the sound came from.

When they reached the sixth gate, they encountered another man very similar to the one just now.It was the same as before: there was a sound of footsteps, the man looked back uneasily, frowned, and saw the door open and closed, the man chased two steps forward, as if chasing the invisible person who entered the door.Then he looked at the door again, but, needless to say, he saw nothing either. The third man, like the second, and therefore like the first, was waiting on the third floor, sitting on the landing smoking a strong cigarette with a mouthpiece.Margaret coughed twice as she walked past him, choking on the smoke.The smoker seemed to have been stabbed suddenly. Huo Di jumped up from the bench, looked back in horror, and ran to the railing of the stairs to look down.At this time Marguerite and Azazelle had arrived in front of No. 50 door.They didn't ring the doorbell, and Azazeller quietly opened the door with the key he had with him.

The first thing that shocked Margaret was the darkness in front of her eyes, as if she had entered the ground, and she couldn't see anything.Afraid of tripping, she hurriedly grabbed Azazelle's cloak, but at this moment a small magic lamp lit up in the distant sky, and the faint light like a soybean flashed towards her.Azazeller pulled the flying brush out from Marguerite's armpit as he walked, and the brush disappeared silently into the darkness.The two of them went up a staircase so wide that it seemed to Margaret that it had no end.Strangely, how could such an extraordinary staircase be placed in the front room of an ordinary Moscow house?Although invisible to the eyes, it can be felt as if it has no end.At last it came to an end, and Marguerite felt herself standing on a platform, and the little light had moved in front of her.Through the light, she saw a man's face.This person is slender and black all over, and he is holding the little magic lamp.Although the lights were dim and dim, anyone who had the misfortune to come across this gentleman in the past few days would recognize him immediately: he was Karloviev, nicknamed Bassoon.

Yes, Karloviev's appearance is quite different from before.At this time, the flickering light was no longer the broken pince-nez that should have been thrown into the stinky gutter, but a single vision lens, although the glass was also cracked.The mustache on that haughty face was now slightly curled up and oiled.He wore a tuxedo, and he looked all black, with only a little white showing on his chest. He is both a magician and a choirmaster, a magician and an interpreter.Only the devil knows who he is.In short, after this Karloviev nodded to Margaret, he waved his hand holding the magic lamp to his side, begging Margaret to come with him.Azazeller had disappeared without knowing it.

Margaret thought to herself: "This night is really strange. I have prepared everything mentally, but I didn't expect this to happen! Is there a power outage here? What is especially strange is the size of this house: a How can there be so many things in an ordinary Moscow house? Impossible!" Despite the dim light in Karloviev's hand, Margarita could see clearly: she had come to a truly enormous hall, lined with colonnades, which seemed even darker and seemed endless.Karloviev stopped beside a small couch, put the magic lamp on a tall slender lamp base, and gestured for Margarita to sit on the sofa. Stand by with a graceful pose.

"Please allow me to introduce myself, my name is Karloviev." Karloviev's voice seemed to be chirping, "You wonder why there are no electric lights here? Of course you think it's for saving money? No Yes, absolutely not. If I were to tell a lie, I would rather have my head chopped off right here on this lampstand by any hangman, even if it be done by one of those executioners who will have the honor of kissing your knee later this evening. There are no electric lights here because my lord doesn't like electric lights, so we won't turn on the lights until the end. At that time, please believe me, there will never be a lack of lights. You may even think that there should be fewer electric lights. "

Karloviev made a good impression on Margarita, and his chattering voice had a certain calming effect on her.Margaret replied: "No, what surprised me the most was how could such a large place be accommodated." She gestured with her hands as she spoke, emphasizing the size of the hall. Karloviev smiled smugly, and the wrinkled shadows on both sides of his nose trembled slightly. "It's the easiest!" he replied. "Anyone who is familiar with the five-dimensional space can easily expand the size of the room to the extent he wants. Not only that, my dear lady, I also Let me tell you: it can be expanded to any extent! And by the way,” Karloviev went on and on, “for example, I also know people who not only don’t know anything about five-dimensional space, but, generally speaking, don’t know anything about it. They don't know anything. However, they can create out-and-out miracles in expanding the size of their houses. For example, I heard that such a person lives in this city. He first got a three-bedroom apartment in Tucheng District He didn't make use of the five-dimensional space and other such troublesome things at all, but simply put a partition in one of the rooms and separated it into two rooms, and his house became in a blink of an eye Four bedroom.

“Then he traded this house for two houses in different parts of Moscow — a three-bedroom and a two-bedroom house. That made him five houses, right? One set of two rooms has been replaced by two sets of two. You see, he now has six rooms. Of course, these six rooms are scattered in different parts of Moscow. He is ready to use his last and last It was a brilliant move: he published an advertisement in the newspaper, declaring that he was willing to exchange six houses in different areas for a five-bedroom house in Tucheng District. At this time, due to some reasons beyond his control, his activities had to be Terminate. Maybe he has a room now, but I'm sure it won't be in Moscow anymore. Look how good this man is! And what fifth dimensions are you talking about?"

Although Margaret did not talk about the five-dimensional space, but Karloviev himself, Margaret still smiled happily when she heard these activities of the real estate operators.Karloviev continued: "Well, Margarita Nikolaevna, let's get down to business. You are very clever, so you must have guessed who our hero is." Margaret felt her heart "thump".She nodded. "Well, look, good!" Karloviev said, "we hate hesitating and making mysteries the most. Let's just say, my lord, he holds a dancing party every year, called the 'Shangyuan Gala', or the 'Bai San Gala' Ah! Don’t mention how many guests there are!” Karloviev covered half of his face with his hands to strengthen his tone, as if he was suffering from a toothache. “However, I believe you will see it with your own eyes. I tell you, yes It goes like this: the lord is single, of course you know that. But the party needs a hostess," Karloviev said, spreading his hands, "you will think so too, if there is no hostess at the party Owner……"

Margarita listened attentively to what Karloviev had to say, trying not to miss a word; she felt chills in her heart, and her mind could not be calmed by the hope of restoring happiness. "We still have a tradition," Karloviev continued, "first, the name of the hostess at the party must be Margaret; second, she must be born in the local area. And we, you know , is here for a trip, and is in Moscow now. We found out that there are one hundred and twenty-one women named Margaret in Moscow, but I don’t know if you believe it,” Karloviev said, patting his thigh in despair, "No one is suitable! Therefore, this blessing is..." Karloviev bowed and smiled meaningfully.Margaret felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart again. "Keep it short!" Karloviev raised his voice. "To the point: you won't refuse this obligation, will you?" "I don't refuse." Margaret replied firmly. "Of course!" Karloviev said, then raised the magic lamp: "Then, please follow me!" They walked among the columns for a long time, and finally entered another hall.For some reason, there is a strong lemon smell, and there is a rustling sound.Something touched Marguerite's head and she shivered. "Don't be afraid," Karloviev said sweetly, taking Margaret's arm, "it's nothing more than something hippo made for the party. Anyway, Margaret Nikolaevna, I would like to venture a word of advice to you: Never be afraid, never be afraid of anything! It is very unwise to be afraid. To tell you the truth, our evening will be very splendid. At the evening you will see Some people, they have had great power in those days. But, tell the truth, if you think about it, how little their power is compared with that of the lords whose ranks I have the honor to swallow up in the ranks of my squires! Ridiculous! Even pathetic, I say. Besides, you are a man of royal blood yourself." "Why, do I have royal blood?" Margaret leaned close to Karloviev and asked in a low voice in surprise. "Ah, my queen," Karloviev said happily, "the question of blood is the most complicated question in the world! If we ask some old ladies, especially those who enjoy the reputation of gentleness and virtuousness, then , Margarita Nikolaevna, we are sure to discover some of the most astonishing secrets. I think, if I compare this to the strange phenomenon that often occurs when shuffling cards, it is probably You can't be wrong. There are some things where no social class boundaries, or even national boundaries, can do anything. I'll give you another hint: A queen of France, who lived in the sixteenth century, if she heard someone report She would be very surprised that her very beautiful great-grandson-of-great-grandson-great-granddaughter of great-grandson of great-grandson of great-grandson of great-grandson of great-grandson of great-grandson of great-grandson of great-grandson of great-grandson of great-grandson of hers would be taken on my arm to a party in Moscow today. But we have Arrived!" ① Refers to Queen Marguerite of Henry IV of France (1553-1610, Henry of Navarre) in the sixteenth century. Karloviev blew out the magic lamp, and the magic lamp disappeared from his hand.Margaret saw a black door in front of her, with a light shining through the crack below it.Karloviev knocked on the door.At this moment Margaret suddenly felt agitated, her teeth chattered, and her spine felt chills.The door opened, and it turned out to be a very small room.Margaret saw a wide oak bed piled with crumpled, dirty sheets and a pillow.Beside the bed was a wooden table with carved legs, on which stood a school-shaped candelabra, with a candle bowl in the shape of a raptor's claw on the top of each of the seven golden branches, and a thick stick of candle burning on each gold-clawed candle bowl. Candle.In addition, there is a large chess board on the table, and each chess piece is extremely beautifully carved.In front of the bed was a small old carpet and a low bench.On another table stood a gold teacup and a smaller chandelier with branches like snakes.The room was filled with a damp and resinous smell, and the dark shadows of the two candlesticks criss-crossed the floor. Marguerite recognized Azazelle immediately from among those present.Standing at the head of the big bed, wearing a tuxedo, he was very different from the Azazeller who had appeared next to Margaret in Alexandrov Park.He bowed very gracefully to Marguerite. On the rug by the bed sat a naked witch.This was the Helle who had so embarrassed the venerable steward of the Vallett Theatre, hey, the witch who was lucky enough to be scared off by the crowing of the rooster on the night of the magic show.Now she was stirring something in the cauldron in front of her, which was steaming with sulfurous gas. In addition, squatting on the high stool in front of the chess table in the room was a huge black cat, holding a chess piece—a horse—with its right front paw. Heller got up slightly and saluted Margaret.The black cat also jumped off the high stool and saluted.When saluting, it moved its right hind paw together, and the horse held by its front paw fell to the ground and rolled under the bed.So the black cat got into the bed too. Margaret, who was stunned, only saw all this vaguely under the dim and mysterious candlelight.But it was the big bed that really caught her attention.Sitting on the bed was the same man that poor Ivan had tried to prove to him not long ago on the Patriarch Lake that there were no devils. The "non-existent" demon king is sitting on this bed right now. Margaret felt two eyes on her face.The right eye had golden sparks in its bottom, and it was evident that this eye could see into the depths of anyone's soul; while the left eye was as narrow as a nose, hollow and dim, like the mouth of a bottomless pit that concealed darkness and all ghosts. .Wallander's face was tilted to one side, the corner of his right mouth drooped a little, two saber eyebrows, and several deep parallel wrinkles on his high, bald forehead.The skin on the face seemed permanently tanned. Wallander was sprawled on the bed in a long, dirty pajamas with a patch on his left shoulder.He had one leg curled up, the other stretched out onto the little bench, and Heller was applying a smoking ointment to the knee of the black leg. Wallander's coat was unbuttoned.Margarita saw that on his hairless chest hung a thin gold chain, and on the gold chain hung a beetle exquisitely carved from dark brown gemstones, and ancient characters were engraved on the insect's back.Beside Wallander stood a curiously large globe, perched on a clumsy pedestal, half lit by the sun, which seemed to be in motion. There was a few seconds of silence.Margaret thought: "He's examining me." She steadied her trembling legs with all her willpower. Wallander finally spoke.He smiled first, and his golden eyes seemed to burn with this smile. "I welcome you, Queen, and please forgive me for my homely attire." His voice was extremely low, with a few words protracted and hoarse. Wallander casually picked up a long sword from the bed, bent down and swept the sword under the bed a few times, saying: "Come out! This game is over, here comes the guest." "Please don't do this." Margarita suddenly heard Karlovy Vaughan hurriedly whispering in her ear like a line reminder. "Please don't do this..." Marguerite immediately repeated. "My lord..." Karloviev's voice reminded her how to address her again. "Please don't do this, my lord." Margaret, who had completely controlled herself, said calmly and clearly.She smiled sweetly, and continued, "I beg you not to interrupt this game. I think that if it is possible for a chess magazine to publish your game, it will definitely pay you handsomely." Azazeller coughed twice to express his appreciation, while Wallander himself looked at Marguerite carefully and said to himself: "Well, Karloviev is right! It's like a miracle when shuffling the cards. The relationship of blood!" Wallander held out his hand to beckon Margaret to come.Before Margaret could feel her bare feet walking on the ground, her body had already stood in front of the bed.Wallander put a hand as heavy as a boulder and as hot as fire on Margaret's shoulder, and with a gentle tug, she sat down on the bed beside him. "Well, it's rare that you have such a touching sense of humor," Woland said. "Actually, I didn't ask for anything else. Well, then, we will not be polite." He said, leaning over again Called from under the bed: "How long are you going to mess around there, damn clown? Get out soon!" "I can't find the horse!" the black cat replied in a low false voice under the bed, "I don't know where it went. The horse was not found, but a clam mosquito was found instead." "Do you think you are still selling at the fair?" Woland asked deliberately reproachfully, "Why are there toads under the bed?! Put away these cheap things and save them for the Valette Theater." Come on. You need to come out immediately, or we will treat you as surrendering, damn deserter!" "I will never admit defeat, my lord!" the black cat cried out from under the bed, and got out, holding its "horse" in its paws. "Let me introduce you..." Wallander was about to introduce Margaret, but he interrupted himself and said, "No, I can't bear to see such a weird-looking clown. Look at him, How did you make yourself under the bed!" At this time, the dusty black cat was standing on its hind legs and nodding to Margarita.Around its neck is a white bow that matches its tuxedo, and a pair of mother-of-pearl-framed women's binoculars hang from a small belt on its breast.In addition, it dyed the beard golden. "Look, what do you look like?!" Wallander exclaimed. "Why did you dye your beard blond? Besides, you don't even have pants on, and what kind of bow tie?!" "Cats don't like trousers, my lord," replied the black cat solemnly. "You won't let me put on boots again, will you? Tomcats in boots are only in fairy tales, my lord. But what do you want?" Ever seen anyone at a party who didn't wear a tie? I wouldn't want to be the butt of a party and risk being kicked out with a chokehold! Everyone prettifies themselves according to their own possibilities. You can Think I mean this telescope too, my lord!" ①Refers to the fairy tale play "Tomcat in Boots" created by the representative writer of the early German romantic school, Tick (1773-1853). "And what about the beard? "I really don't understand," the black cat said coldly. "Azazeller and Karloviev both shaved and powdered their faces today. Why can they? How is white better than gold? I just used to A little gold powder on the beard, nothing else! If I shaved my beard too, it would be different! A shaved cat! That would be ugly, I can admit it, ten thousand people agree. Anyway, All in all," the voice of the black cat trembled as if he had been greatly wronged, "I think this is deliberately making things difficult for me. The major choice I am facing now is: should I go to the party? Regarding this issue, My lord, how do you teach me?" The black cat was so angry that it seemed that it was about to explode with anger. "Oh, you liar, liar!" said Woland, shaking his head. "Every time he plays chess, whenever he has no way out, he makes a fuss out of it. He's the worst charlatan of all time. Come on!" Let me sit down and play chess, don't talk nonsense here!" "I can sit down," said the black cat, and sat down, "but I can't agree with what you said later. My words are not at all 'nonsense' like you said in front of the lady, I The words are in perfect conformity with the rigorous syllogisms of logic, and scholars such as Sextus Empirico and Marcian Capella, and even Aristotle himself, would have given me my due. evaluate." ① Sextus Empirico, an ancient Roman philosopher and skeptic in about the middle of the second century.Author of "Pyrrho's Fundamentals" and so on. ② Marcian Capella, an ancient Roman writer, born in the fifth century.His works involve grammar, simple dialectics, astronomy, mathematics, music, etc. ③Aristotle (384-322 BC), ancient Greek philosopher and scientist. "General!" Wallander said. "Nothing, nothing." The black cat said, and quickly picked up the binoculars to look at the chessboard. "Then, ma'am," Woland said, turning to Margarita, "let me introduce my followers to you first. This tomcat pretending to be crazy is called Hippo. Azazeller and Karlovieve have already Got it, that's my maid Helle, she's witty, smart, no matter what you tell her, she can do it." The beautiful Heller continued to take the ointment from the pot with her hands and rub it on Woland's knees, turning her green eyes to Margaret and smiling brightly. "Here, that's all." Wallander frowned suddenly after the introduction, because Heller pressed his knee very hard at this moment. "Look, I don't have many people here. There are men and women, and they are all honest people." Wallander stopped talking, and started to turn the globe in front of him.This globe is very delicately made, the blue ocean waves are rolling on it, and the polar regions seem to be covered with real ice and snow. When Margaret looked at the chessboard again, there was already a scene of panic on the chessboard: the king in a white cloak was stamping his feet in his squares angrily, and raised his hands in despair.An officer waved his saber and pointed forward, and three white-eyed conscripts ① holding longaxes looked at the officer in panic.In front of the officer, in the adjacent black and white squares, two Woland's black cavalrymen were reining in their fierce horses. The horses were roaring, and they kept pawing at the square in front of them that restricted their progress. ① Conscripts refer to soldiers recruited by Germany during the fifteenth to seventeenth centuries. They brought their own weapons and preyed on plunder. Much to Margaret's amuse and amazement, the pieces were alive! The black cat lowered the binoculars and gave his white king a nudge on the back, and the king buried his face in his hands in despair. "Things are not good, dear hippopotamus!" Karloviev, who stood watching the battle, whispered viciously. "The situation is serious, but it cannot be said that it is hopeless," Hippo replied, "and I have full confidence in the final victory. However, we must seriously analyze the situation." So it "analyzed" it in its own unique way: it made all kinds of grimaces, and kept winking at the King of the White Army. "It's no use!" said Karloviev. "Oh!" cried the hippopotamus. "All the parrots are flying! I warned you!" Sure enough, there was a sound of flapping wings from a distance.Karloviev and Azazeller ran out in a hurry. "Oh, it's all your fault for doing all that stuff at the party, hell!" muttered Wallander, continuing to stare at his globe. As soon as Karloviev and Azazeller left, Hippo winked at the King of the White Army even more vigorously.Finally, the king understood Hippo's intention - hurriedly took off his cape, threw it in the grid, and escaped from the chessboard.And the officer picked up the king's cloak, put it on himself, and stood in the king's place.At this moment Karloviev and Azazeller returned. "Lies, always!" Azazeller muttered, squinting at the hippo. "I heard a bird flying!" The black cat did not admit his mistake. "Hey, what's the matter, how long do you have to wait?" Wallander asked, "Your army is about to start!" "Maybe I heard it wrong, my teacher①," said the black cat, "There is no general! It is impossible to be a general!" ①The original text uses the Russian pinyin of French: Metel. "I repeat: your king is here!" "My lord," the black cat said pretending to be surprised, "you are too tired and have no generals!" "Your king is on square '42'," Wallander said.He knows it without looking at the chessboard. "My lord, you really surprised me," the black cat put on a surprised face, and screamed, "'42' Gerry has no king!" "What's the matter?" Woland was puzzled, and then turned to look at the chessboard—the king was standing in the grid, and now there was an officer standing, and the officer turned his face away and covered his face with his hands. "Oh, you wretch!" Wallander said thoughtfully. "My lord! I can only turn to logic again," the black cat said earnestly, pressing one of its front paws to its heart. "If the chess player declares a 'general', the kings of both sides are no longer on the chessboard." On the other hand, then this kind of 'general' cannot be established." "Are you admitting defeat or not?" Wallander's voice was majestic and terrifying. "Please allow me to think about it again." The black cat replied docilely, and then it leaned its front elbows on the table, hugged its head with its paws and began to meditate.After thinking about it for a long time, I finally said, "I admit defeat." "This stubborn bastard should be killed," Azazeller whispered. "Yes, I concede defeat," said the black cat, "but I concede defeat only because I cannot continue to play chess in an atmosphere where some jealous people can wantonly slander!" He stood up.The chess pieces on the chessboard automatically ran into the chess box. "Heller, you should go!" Wallander said.Heller disappeared from the room following the words.Wallander added: "My leg hurts so much, but I still have to send her to the Zhang Luo party." "Let me apply the medicine for you, please," Margaret begged softly. Wallander looked at her intently, and brought his knee in front of her. The magma-hot ointment burned Margaret's hands, but she fought back the pain.Without frowning, he carefully applied the ointment to Woland's knee, trying not to hurt him. "People say it's rheumatism," Woland said, looking at Margaret intently, "but I always feel that this knee pain is a memorial left by a charming witch: a I met her in 561 at the devil's asylum on Broken Hill, and for a while we were very close." ① Refers to the Brocken Peak in the Harz Mountains in Germany.According to German folklore, on the night of April 30th every year, witches come here with flying brooms, forks, etc. to hold a carnival dance with the devil all night. This night is called "Walpus Night".There are relevant descriptions in Goethe's "Faust". "Why, can it be so!" said Marguerite. "It's a small thing! It will be fine in three hundred years. They advised me to use all kinds of medicines, but I still follow the old formula, using the prescriptions handed down by this old grandmother. That damn old woman, my old grandmother, A strange herb has been handed down to me! By the way: Do you have any pain yourself? Perhaps some sorrow, some melancholy, is devouring your soul?" "No, my lord, there is no such thing," answered wise Marguerite hastily, "and now I feel very well at your side." "Bloodline is really amazing." Wallander seemed to be feeling something, and said this with a smile.Then he added: "I see you are very interested in my globe." "Ah, yes, I've never seen anything so fine." "It's a good thing. Frankly speaking, I don't like the news on the radio. It's always delivered by girls who don't know the names of the places. Besides, a third of the girls One of the people is a big tongue, as if they were selected on purpose. With a globe, it is much more convenient for me, especially if I need to know exactly how things are going. For example, please look at this place, this There's an ocean wash on one side! See? The flames are spreading here, and there's a war going on here. If you move your eyes closer, you can see some details." Margaret leaned over the globe, and she saw: This small area gradually expanded before her eyes, showing various colors, becoming like a large topographic map.Then Margaret saw a ribbon of river with villages on either side.A small house that was only the size of a pea swelled up and became the size of a matchbox.Suddenly, the roof of the small house flew into the air soundlessly along with a puff of black smoke, and its four walls collapsed immediately. In a blink of an eye, a small two-storey matchbox disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few small piles of burning The scorched earth was black and smoky.Margaret moved her eyes closer again, and she saw a very small woman lying on the ground, and beside her lay a baby with its arms and legs sprawled in a pool of blood. "That's it, it's over!" said Woland, smiling. "The baby was done before he could do anything wrong in the world. Abaddon never did anything to reproach him." ① Abaddon: The king of hell, also refers to hell and the bottomless pit. In the Bible, it refers to the devil king of the bottomless pit.Also known as Apollyon.Abaddon here is a murderer. He always wears sunglasses. Once he takes off his glasses and looks at someone, it means someone's death. "I don't want to be on the side of Abaddon," said Margaret. "Which side is he on?" "The more I talk to you, the more I am convinced that you are indeed very clever," said Wallander kindly. "I can rest assured you. There are very few men as just as Abaddon. Sympathy is exactly the same, and the outcome of war is always the same for both sides. Abaddon!" Woland called softly.As soon as the words fell, a very thin man walked out from the wall, wearing a pair of sunglasses.For some reason his glasses irritated Marguerite so much that she let out a little cry and hastily buried her face in Woland's lap. "Oh, don't be like this! Why are modern people so neurotic!" Wallander said loudly, and slapped Margaret on the back with his hand, making a metallic sound from her whole body.Woland continued, "Didn't you see that he is wearing glasses now. Besides, Abaddon never appeared before anyone too early, and never will. Besides, after all, there is I'm here! You are my guest! I just asked him to come out for you to see." Abaddon stood motionless. "Can he take off his glasses for a while?" Margaret leaned on Wallander's lap, still trembling.She asked this out of curiosity. "It can't be done." Woland replied seriously, and then waved at Abaddon, and Abaddon's figure disappeared immediately. "What do you have to say, Azazeller?" Wallander turned to Azazeller. "My lord," replied Azazelle, "permit me to report one thing. Two strangers have come to us: one is a beautiful woman, begging her to stay with her mistress, and besides, she has brought . . . pardon my bluntness, she is a pig." "Pretty women behave a little oddly," Wallander said. "It's Natasha, it's Natasha!" cried Marguerite cheerfully. "Well, you can keep her with the mistress. Send the gelding to the kitchen!" "Killed?" asked Margarita in surprise. "Pardon it, my lord, this is Nikolai Ivanovitch, who lives downstairs from us. There was a little misunderstanding, Nathan." Tasha greased him too..." “对不起，”沃兰德说，“为什么宰它？谁说要宰它？我是让它到厨师那里去坐一会儿，没有别的意思！您也会同意吧，我总不能让一口骟猪进晚会大厅呀！” “当然……”阿扎泽勒也附和着说。然后他又报告：“主公，午夜临近了……” “啊，好吧，”沃兰德对玛格丽特说，“那么，就劳驾了！我预先向您表示感谢。请您保持镇静，不要慌张，而且什么也别怕。除了白水之外，什么也不要喝，否则您会感到慵懒无力，难以支持的。该去了。” 玛格丽特从小地毯上站起身来。这时卡罗维夫出现在大门口。