And the stage was suddenly empty
Written with lines from Mikhail Bulgakov’s “The Master and Margarita”
And the stage was suddenly empty
The prisoner gave
a puzzled look
wearing a white cloak with a blood-red lining
Please tell me your name
He found it difficult to speak
So you’ve forgotten my name too
You are a liar.
I am an interpreter
What is official
and what is unofficial?
It all depends on the point of view
Unfortunate poet!
Why do you dislike my poems?
It is severely punished
Believe me, they take your heart out!
Thou art the God of evil!
Black God!
God of thieves!
I’ve never read any of your poems!
I dislike them dreadfully
to revise what he had written
The multicolored towers were no longer there
The city itself had long disappeared
And the stage was suddenly empty
