Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Forgiveness and Yongan

God!Gods!How sad the earth at twilight!How mysterious is the cloud over the swamp!Only those who have wandered in this cloud, only those who have suffered so much before dying, only those who have soared over this land with a burden beyond their strength, only they know all this.Only a tired man understands all this.Therefore, he can leave the mist of the earth, its swamps and rivers without any regrets, and fall into the arms of death, because he knows that only she, only death, can give him peace and tranquility. Even the magically conjured black horses were tired, and they were running slower and slower with their riders on their backs, allowing the inevitable night to catch up from behind.Even the black cat hippopotamus, who has never known peace, feels the night behind him is approaching step by step.He had completely stopped at this moment, his paws were tightly gripping the saddle, his tail was loosened, and he put on a serious face, galloping the horse silently.The night began to cover the forests and grasslands with its black veil, and began to ignite countless sad lights in the distant places of the lower world.However, these lights seem so strange now.Neither Marguerite nor the Master is interested in them, there is no need for them.The night was overtaking these knights, and it was falling from above their heads, throwing pale stars one after another, now here and there, into the brooding firmament.

The night was growing thicker, and it was flying alongside the knights now, grabbing the cloaks of the galloping knights and tearing them from their shoulders, revealing their disguises.At this moment, in the refreshing breeze, Margaret opened her eyes.She saw a startling change in the faces of those who flew to their destination.When a crimson full moon rises from the edge of the forest, all the camouflage has disappeared, and the impermanent coats conjured by magic have all fallen into the quagmire and drowned in the thick fog . If we now see the man galloping alongside Wallander at the right of the master's lover, we may not necessarily recognize him as the bassoon Karloviev, the self-proclaimed interpreter of the mysterious foreign advisor who does not need any interpreters at all.The man who had just left Sparrow Hills with the name Bassoon Karloviev in a shabby circus costume now turned into a martyr in a deep purple cloak, holding the reins lightly, with an extremely melancholy expression. , A face that would never smile, silently running beside Wallander, only the golden chain on the rein made a slight sound.With his head down, his chin pressed tightly against his chest, he neither watched the full moon nor was he indifferent to the earth below.He was concentrating on his own thoughts.

"How did he change so much?" Margaret asked Wallander softly amidst the howling wind. "Once upon a time the righteous man made an inappropriate jest," explained Woland, turning to Margaret, with a gentle gleam in one of his eyes, "in speaking of light and darkness. At the time, he made up a quip with a double meaning, which was not quite right. So the righteous man had to play the role of comic more, and the time was much longer than he originally estimated. But tonight is the day when the account Night. The righteous man has already paid his bills, and the bills are settled!"

Ye also tore off the hippopotamus' big fluffy tail, took off his fur, tore it into pieces, and threw it into the swamp.The black cat, who used to entertain the Lord of Darkness, had now reverted to a lean teenager—a young devil guard, by far the best squire clown in the world.Now, he is facing the brilliance of the bright moon with his youthful face, speeding quietly and silently. Flying on the far side is Azazeller, his armor gleaming.The moonlight also changed his appearance: the ugly fang on his mouth was gone, and the squinting eyes turned out to be fake.At this moment, his eyes were equally empty and dark, and his face was very pale and cold.Azazeller, who was galloping on horseback, revealed his true colors as the monster of the arid desert——the drought demon and the murderous demon.

Margaret couldn't see any changes in herself, but she could clearly see the changes in the master.The master's white hair shone silver in the moonlight, and the wind blowing it into braids fluttered behind his head.Whenever his long skirt was blown by the wind, Margaret saw that the master was wearing a pair of flared cavalry boots, and the spurs on the back of the boots sometimes flashed like stars.Like the devil boy, the master stared intently at the bright moon in front of him and smiled at it, as if it was a lovely girl who was very close to him.He kept muttering to himself, a habit he developed in Ward 118.

Finally, there is the image of Wallander himself in flight—he, too, is now showing his true colors.Margarita could not tell what the reins of the steed under him were made of, but it seemed like a silver chain composed of countless halos of moonlight. The spurs on the boots turned out to be twinkling stars. They flew silently like this for a long time, until the surface below also changed.Now, the sad forest has been swallowed by the darkness of the earth, and the rivers glowing with cold light like white blades have disappeared. What appear below are some large boulders reflecting white light. , A trap that even the moonlight cannot enter.

On reaching the top of a flat, rocky mountain, desolate and lonely, Wolander reined in his mount.So the other knights also slowed down, listening to the sound of iron hooves hitting mausoleum stones and cobblestones.The extraordinarily bright moonlight made the top of the flat mountain green, and Margaret soon recognized an armchair on the top of the desert, and a man in a white robe was sitting on it.Perhaps the man was deaf, or else he was completely lost in thought—he did not hear the rocky summit tremble under the pounding of the horse's hooves.The knights walked towards him, trying not to disturb him.

The bright full moon was more helpful to Margaret than the brightest electric lamp.She clearly saw that the person sitting on the chair had lifeless eyes, like a blind man, he was rubbing his hands eagerly, and staring at the jade plate in the air with his blind eyes.Margaret also saw that it was a heavy stone chair, on which sparks seemed to be flickering; beside the stone chair lay a big black dog with pointed ears, staring at the moon uneasily like its owner. Some broken altars were thrown by the feet of the person on the chair, and there was a pool of crimson water on the ground, which seemed to never dry up.

The knights reined in their mounts. "They have read your novel," Woland said, turning to the master, "and they only made one point: they regret that the novel does not have an ending. Therefore, I want you to read the protagonist in your book right now. Nearly two For thousands of years, he has been sitting on this stone platform and sleeping here. However, whenever the full moon comes, he can't sleep, he suffers from insomnia. The full moon not only tortures him, but also tortures his loyal guard—this one Dog. If cowardice is the most serious defect of man, then, presumably, this dog is not guilty of cowardice. This bulldog is afraid of nothing but thunder and lightning. But what can be done, Whoever loves should share the fate with the one he loves."

"And what is he talking about?" Margaret asked.Her originally very peaceful face was covered with a slight shadow of pity. "He's always saying the same thing," Wallander's voice answered, "that he's restless even by moonlight, that he's got a bad job. Whenever he can't sleep, he So to speak. And when he fell asleep, he always had the same dream: he dreamed of a road formed by moonlight, and he still wanted to walk along that road, and wanted to continue with the arrested Nazarene. Talk, for, as he so often said, then, on that fourteenth day of Nisan long ago in the New Year, he had something left to say. But sadly, for some reason, he was never able to walk that way, No one came to him. He had no choice but to talk to himself. But, after all, people like to change things up, so he sometimes added some other things to his soliloquy about the moon. For example, he said that what he hated most in the world was personal eternity and peerless honor, and sometimes said that he would rather exchange his fate with the ragged vagabond Levi Matthew."

"Isn't it too much to pay twelve thousand full moons for a full moon at a certain time of the year?" asked Margaret. ① "Twelve thousand full moons" refers to a thousand years, referring to Pilate's thousand-year punishment for executing Jesus. "You want to do Frieda again?" said Wallander. "But, Marguerite, you don't have to worry about that.Everything will be right, that's how the world is made. " "Let him go!" Marguerite suddenly cried out in the piercing voice she had when she was a witch.A mountain rock was shaken down and rolled down the hillside into the abyss, causing a loud rumble in the mountains.However, Margaret herself was not sure whether the loud rumbling sound was the rolling of rocks or the laughter of Satan Woland.Anyway, Wallander was laughing.He smiled, looked at Marguerite and said: "Don't cry out in the mountains. But he's used to the sound of the rocks falling, anyway, and it doesn't disturb him. You don't have to intercede for him, Marguerite, because the man he's been longing to see and talk to, I have interceded for him." At this point Woland turned to the master and said, "Well, now you can end your novel in one sentence!" The master has been standing aside silently, looking at the Jewish governor on the stone chair, as if he was waiting for this sentence.Immediately, he put his hands to his mouth, and shouted loudly, his voice shook the surrounding desolate bare stone mountains to echo: "You're free! Free! He's waiting for you!" The mountains turned the master's shout into thunder, and the thunder shook the ground and landslides.The accursed stone walls crumbled away, and only platforms and stone benches remained.The stone wall fell into the bottom of the dark valley, and suddenly a vast city and countless lights appeared above the deep valley.Above the city, on the top of a great garden that had grown lush and lush during the long years of more than ten thousand full moon nights, a group of shining golden idols looked down on the city.A moonlight path, the long-awaited moonlight path of the Jewish Governor, led straight into this large garden.The pointy-eared mastiff rushed up the road first and ran up along it.The man in the white cloak with blood-red lining stood up from his seat and shouted at the top of his lungs.I couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing, and I couldn't hear what he was shouting.He also followed his loyal guards and hurried up the Moonlight Road. "Should I go there too? Should I go with him?" The master asked uneasily, pulling up the rein. "No," Wallander replied, "why go after what's over?" "So, should we go there?" The master asked again, and pointed behind him - a city had appeared in the distance behind him, the city he left not long ago, where there was a beautiful small tower of a convent, reflected in the Broken sun on the glass window. "Neither, master of romanticism!" Wallander replied.His voice seemed to be condensed, cohesive, and the stream flowed on the rocks, "He has read the novel you wrote, he, the one you have just released and the protagonist of the novel you conceived have been longing to see Man, he has already read your novel." At this moment Woland turned to Margarita and said, "Margarita Nikolaevna, I cannot help but believe that you have indeed tried very hard to plan for the master. One of the best prospects. But, to be honest, what I am going to recommend to you, and what Yeshua is asking for you, and for both of you, is much better than what you have planned." Wolan De leaned over the master's horse from the saddle, pointed to the back of the departing Jewish governor and said, "Let them be together, let's not hinder them. Maybe, they can talk about something." ’” said Wallander, and with a wave of his hand in the direction of Jerusalem, the city was gone. "It's the same over there," Woland pointed to behind him again, "what can you do in the basement there?" At this time, the broken sun on the glass window also went out following Woland's words up. "For what?" Woland continued convincingly, but in a gentle tone. "Oh, my perfect master of romanticism! Don't you really want to spend the day holding the one you love in your buddy?" Take a walk under the cherry tree? Don't you want to listen to some Schubert music in the evening? Don't you really like to write something with a quill by candlelight? Don't you really want to be in the laboratory like Faust Keeping your retort, dreaming that you can also create a new "Homongolus"? ② Go there, go there, there are already ready-made houses and old servants waiting for you, there The candle is lighted, and it is about to burn out, for you are approaching the dawn. Go this way, Master, go this way! Farewell! I must go too." ① Schubert Franz (1797-1828), Austrian composer.Representative works include, "Wild Rose", "The Tramp", "Death and the Maiden Quartet" and so on. ② "He Mongolus", an "artificial dwarf" created by Wagner, Faust's disciple in Goethe's tragedy "Faust", using medieval alchemy in a crooked glass bottle.But it cannot come out of the bottle, nor can it develop. "Farewell!" shouted the master and Margaret to Woland.Therefore, the black Wallander did not choose the path, and ran straight to the collapse of the cliff, and several of his followers sank simultaneously with a whistle.The rocks, platforms, Moonlight Road, Jerusalem, all disappeared.The black steed was gone too.The Master and Margarita saw the dawn promised to them, which began exactly at the moment when the midnight moon disappeared.In the first rays of dawn, the master and his sweetheart stepped onto a stone bridge covered with moss.The faithful lovers walked across the stone bridge.Leave the creek behind and follow a gravel path. "Listen, there is silence," Marguerite said to the master.Only the fine sand made a slight rustling sound under her bare feet, "Listen to it, and enjoy the tranquility that has never been given to you in this lifetime! Look, in front of you is the home where you can live forever. This is for you reward. I've seen its Venetian windows and its twisting vines, coiled all the way to the roof. It's your home, your everlasting rest. I know someone will come in the evening Visit you with people you like and interest you, and people who will never bother you. They will play games for you and sing songs for you. You will see that when the candles are lit How soft the light is in the room. You will sleep in your greasy eternal hat, with a smile on your lips. Sleep will strengthen your body. Your judgment will be clearer. You are no longer Maybe drive me away again, I will guard your sleep." Margaret spoke to the Master all the way, accompanying him towards their eternal home.The master felt that Margaret's voice was like the gurgling of running water, gurgling and whispering like the brook that just passed by.At this time, the memory of the master's past, his anxious and needle-ridden memory, began to blur.Someone has set the master free, set him free, as he himself has just set free the hero of his novel.The hero who descends into the abyss, never to return, is the knight Pontius Pilate, son of the king of astrologers, the cruel fifth governor of Judaea, who is forgiven before dawn on Sunday.