Вlack magic
The version. The scenario "Black magic" under Bulgakov's novel "the Master and Margarita"
The author of the photo and the scenario Shershova E.
Chapter 1.
The author of the photo and the scenario Shershova E.
Chapter 1.
Part
1. Don't talk to strangers.
Moscow.
The patriarchal ponds.
Michael Berlioz (the chairman of literary association)
For
preference malicious not almost, Ivan,
To
us beer, after all so the heat hoots.
As
though the middle of summer.
Furious
simply May.
Ivan Ponyryov (the pseudonym the Homeless,
the poet)
Air
freezes.
Evening
is heavier today than day.
As
the true successor
It
is insatiable and alien to griefs.
Michael Berlioz
Look,
the stall beer!
Pour
e, on the beer mug!
How?
Isn't present?
The seller
Here
aerated water warm.
Will
descend?
Michael Berlioz
Will
descend.
The homeless
Notice,
in all avenue
Anybody
after all isn't present.
And
the sun for the Garden ring
In
the fog somewhere it was went.
Michael Berlioz
But,
what it with me?
Here
would remove the black frame,
Which
on all person,
Also
would give to the move!
Has
escaped from ponds!
And
forty years mine it is not counted
For
strange desire.
It
is time to me to go to Kislovodsk,
And
that was tired.
The homeless
Let's
go, on the bench we will sit down,
On
that, what to street Bronnoj the back.
The
pond kind will calm at once.
Michael Berlioz
Faugh,
you of lines!
From
air the figure was suddenly weaved.
You
look!
Air
jacket.
And
the cage simply miracle.
Short
trousers.
Mocking
kind such!
The
certificate it is direct to Jews
About
the repentance,
One
in one!
Hallucinations
it is the plenty.
Knees
have begun to shake,
As
drunk.
Was
tired, as fig.
Also
what it with me?
I
do not understand.
The homeless
I
do not see anything.
Michael Berlioz
Well,
means, from the heat I suffer.
And
tell to me, what you have written?
The homeless
Here
- here as you asked,
About
life of god,
That
it is the old world.
To
us with it not on road.
Has
in passing specified,
As
pagans slaves
Divine
laws.
The
Christ of showed
To
those people,
Who
heard the word.
And
the word of god
Those
people haven't rejected.
After
all presently
That
dough that mix
To
correct,
All
the same,
What
pie to us is?
There
is no beer, it is possible to drink
Lemonade.
What
bosh,
That
the name of the patriarch
As
dough
Became,
or roots
For
the next day kind olives,
For
god it is food promises,
And
to us that myth to observe?
Let
in Rome there will be patriarchs,
At
us the socialism!
So
for magazine I have written.
As
you asked.
Truthfully
left,
Isn't
present lie gramme.
Michael Berlioz
Error
in that yours,
That
you haven't understood,
I
spoke,
That
there is no Christ!
To
live on light,
It
is necessary to reject result
Thrones,
kingdoms,
And
revelations of crucifixions
And
the cross.
About
it I asked you.
The homeless
As!
Michael Berlioz
"Annals"
you looked Tatsita?
After
all didn't seem to it,
That
execution of the Christ is forgotten,
And
that is forgotten, it is impossible so suddenly,
After
centuries to consider as the error.
Execution
- the empty phrase!
Later
someone has attributed it.
To
think only,
He
didn't die,
Then
answer me, whether he could be born?
In
live also there was no Christ!
It
is possible to believe,
To
the pure maiden
Obviously
to give birth.
The
East religion is based on it.
On
that god was given birth by her.
But
here, tell to me,
How
to understand,
That
Divine Spirit,
As
the pigeon,
Also
descends suddenly
To
the favourite
With
heavens, so as if
Being,
That
will the higher to execute.
At
that time ostensibly
Kreshchyon
Jesus.
And
water leaves.
And
here not copes edge,
And
the pigeon!
The homeless
Look,
the foreigner!
Suit
road.
And
the knob strange,
With
the dog head
On
the cane.
Goes
here.
So
it is accurate,
That
it is not pleasant something.
Till
we here shook
Air,
it half of life
Under
lindens here goes,
The
Avenue was empty!
Whether
limps that?
In
greyish shoes.
And
from top to bottom
Clothes
tone is picked up.
In
gloves?
After
all there is the heat.
What
Veronese would describe
As
this Englishman looks!
By
sight years forty. Perhaps it is more.
Michael Berlioz
The
German it, or the Frenchman.
With
zavidnejshej destiny shines.
The homeless
Look!
It
as if head over heels flies,
That
advantage,
Who
so is able to go by the ground!
The
destiny here strives to agitate.
Escaping
in flight, we won't escape.
Ponds.
Water
and shade -
Not
easier air,
The
mind to me stirs up.
Extravagant
moth from sections
Flies
along the faded avenue.
Now
my hallucinations.
Michael Berlioz
Will
pass, but to business.
I
ask, Ivan, the story
The
such should be,
That
the Christ wasn't born never!
The stranger
Sorry,
please,
Moscow
as early light,
And
Pure Ponds as pure soul,
Not
that shows to us Eskorial,
Violent
Madrid.
And
your conversation is strangest.
I
with you am unfamiliar, but
I
afford the subject of your conversation
To
smooth.
Michael Berlioz in a whisper
So
it the Spaniard?
To
the Spaniard it is not similar!
So
the hell precipice doesn't groan,
As
it has uttered the apology!
The stranger
You
assert, what god isn't present?
Therefore
its execution is impossible?
Therefore
and the death isn't present,
How
probabilities for god?
Michael Berlioz
Precisely.
God isn't present.
About
the seed of its conception
In
the haze of centuries
Nobody
could find the consent.
Anybody
and execution hasn't fixed it.
The stranger
Let's
lower the haze,
Especially
centuries.
Let's
lower also conception ashes.
Ridiculous
writing to that.
Let's
leave the consent chorus,
Words,
acts, thoughts,
Damnations,
at us concrete with you
Conversation,
after all belief in god
Heart
to you doesn't fill?
Michael Berlioz
No.
The stranger
So
means atheists you,
And
spirit of negation by the dark
Are
blinded!
Admit,
it is the somnolence rumble
Your
invented world.
I
to anybody after all won't tell.
Michael Berlioz
We
are atheists!
It
is the reality, not the dream.
Support
of our life
In
myth negation.
It
is necessary to note,
Fairy
tales for blind men.
About
it speak openly!
To
us of the proof
Most
important!
In
our country for a long time
Meaningly
nobody believes in God.
Also
isn't present in that secret, forgive, anything!
The stranger
I
thank you
Triumph
in heart!
From
the bottom of the heart, and without the limit!
The homeless
Allow!
How
it to understand?
For
what to thank,
Here
the gratitude is inappropriate!
The stranger
For
data.
They
are important.
They
are born the rumour
Also
sprout in belief.
(The stranger thinks)
Blows
of copper bowls of death fierce rattle,
From
the chasm fiery
God
was,
That
disbelief fire to stop,
Let
for the minute,
That
only heart has revived.
The stranger
Allow!
And
as
Proofs?
After
all them exactly five.
To
us the Genesis as the sign, that
Recreancy
spirit to expel.
Though
to you it and on customs.
Notice,
how deny
The
reality remains the reality.
Michael Berlioz
What
else reality!
After
all reason area
Us
approaches to knowledge.
And
there there are no proofs
Lives
of the Christ!
There
is no occasion,
To
be put to those concepts,
Where
people would become belief slaves.
The stranger
To
think only!
What!
In
the field of reason?
And
where still?
To
us this area - life grains.
Or
your way the brand?
That
only scientific world to understand.
The
Edging has told about it.
This
sixth proof.
It
so has destroyed five.
And
over itself to laugh
Has
thought up the new variant.
The homeless
To
take this Edging,
Yes
to the Solovki to banish
For
this proof!
Three
years it should give!
Pettiness,
what!
Nonexistent
to please!
To
confuse people,
As
though to live easily it.
The
idler this Edging!
Michael Berlioz
Ivan!
Come round!
It
is not necessary so.
At
leisure o'clock it is careless
Our
customs.
The stranger
Correctly!
Correctly!
Gluttonous
deafness,
Punishing,
judges.
After
all spoke
I
to the Edging at breakfast.
Of
shower and dreams it is full, and secret thirst
To
get rid of the grief, and
the sin supposedly
As
you please, but after all the theory is ridiculous.
The
sixth, as one of proofs,
Denies
life sphere
And
the transcendental world
On
this place puts.
Michael Berlioz
As!
Three
times life in circles
Beyond
the grave?
At
breakfast?
But
as!
After
all the Edging has died for a long time.
The homeless
And
it is a pity.
The stranger
Torments
for fault
It
cargo eternal carries.
And
life there,
Where
there was the word.
But
here such question:
Time
of god isn't present,
That
who operates life
And
the schedule on the earth?
The homeless
The
person also operates.
The stranger
To
operate
Motives
are necessary,
Laws,
The
exact plan is necessary
Years
so on one thousand.
After
all it is a lot of roads,
The
majority of them
So
are curve that it is better
Way
not to begin.
After
all it is told, knees straighten
Frozen,
Without
knowledge of craft
Lay
the way
For
feet, not the parable of day,
And
the track,
That
the dislocation to cure the.
Where
the right way?
Who
will tell to you?
When
for you the word - game,
Wine
in the glass,
And
your hop of god denies.
You
brothers on the table.
Fruitlessly
hour having spent,
To
you of the new rate knock is important,
The
table bends,
Clinking
of glasses is audible,
Pier,
feet to the house will finish!
How
here to speak
About
plans?
Therefore
the question:
How
life can be operated?
After
all the person can't
For
the life the answer to hold.
It
in tiresome chatter,
At
times, instants spends.
All
life it is has gained, littered,
Wound,
lost, but which-what
Nevertheless
wears the dress.
Answer
me, as the person
Will
make the plan,
When
today it to tell not in forces,
What
tomorrow waits for it?
Here
we will tell,
Will
be going to go to Kislovodsk,
And
it can't.
And
why?
It
can slip,
And
at once under the tram.
The
confluence is circumstances.
And
new day was gone.
After
all the person is mortal.
Suddenness
- here the trouble!
When
we remember the death name.
Coincidence of circumstances -
Here
to you exact term.
Michael Berlioz
How
on the brink before the collapse?
Or
the plane loses the course and fuel,
All
at once?
Both
neither from that and nor from this
Eat
soup, and he is poisoned?
The stranger
I
assure you that of any case
From
this to you threatens nothing.
Unexpectedly
happens nothing.
More
soon, causal lives the course.
You
will die death another.
Michael Berlioz
And,
maybe, you know, what?
Also
will tell to me!
Redeeming
time,
That
secretly,
The
obvious should be.
The stranger
The
war god in the second house.
Six
- misfortune.
The
sky is transparent.
And
day isn't present even.
Today
this term.
To
you the head will cut off!
Michael Berlioz
To
go mad!
Likely,
interventionists!
Or
the dashing shade of the enemy
Hurriedly
the courageous!
Who?
How to learn?
The stranger
To
learn easily.
The
member of the Komsomol will cut off the head to you.
Not
interventionists,
Not
the villain,
And
the woman.
Other
woman
Under
feet oil to you will spill.
She
lives nearby.
Besides
in the house volume,
Where
you lived.
The
secret isn't present.
She
has bought oil.
And
the name its Anna.
Let's
lower all bewilderment,
Coincidence of circumstances
And
the forecast.
And
at me such question,
Tonight
at you
What
plans?
Michael Berlioz
I
will be the chairman.
Tonight
We
collect Massolit.
The stranger
Can't
be.
Michael Berlioz
And
why? Allow to ask you.
The
stranger
That
is why that oil is spilt.
The homeless
What
oil!
That
for bosh!
You
with the head
Be
not on friendly terms after all obviously!
Clinic
for you
Should
be!
Reflect!
Such
to speak!
Not
the confession after all it is obvious!
Whether
the tsar of the world that?
Or
Emmanuil!
And
their intermediary zealous can!
You,
whether know, it is necessary to treat!
And
that smothering at you as the anchor.
On
the bottom will tighten, can be very much.
Michael Berlioz
Ivan!
What for you so!
It
is not necessary.
The stranger
Happened
in the clinic,
Where
only didn't happen,
But
hasn't asked,
As
the schizophrenia is treated,
You,
I think, will manage to ask.
When
you aren't slow to open the soul there.
You
want to smoke?
Ivan
Nikolaevich?
The homeless
Yes.
I want to smoke.
But
whence you know,
How
my name is?
The stranger
What
cigarettes prefer?
The homeless
And
at you it is a lot of them?
The stranger
What
prefer?
The homeless
«Our
mark».
The stranger
Here
«Our mark».
And
I know you?
In
the newspaper have written,
Here
the first page and article.
The homeless
And
your documents it is possible?
Suddenly
you the spy.
Have
arrived to learn here something.
The stranger
Has
forgotten to present itself to you.
Here
my card and the passport.
And
the invitation for consultations.
Michael Berlioz
And
at you what speciality?
The stranger
The
professor of black magic,
It
will be presented.
In
Moscow there are manuscripts.
The
tenth century.
In
library.
There
to disassemble them it is necessary.
Michael Berlioz
А-а,
you the historian!
The stranger
Today
on the Patriarchal
There
will be the big history.
Keep
in mind,
That
God is!
I
warn!
Michael Berlioz
We
respect your knowledge.
But
at us the point of view
On
existence of god.
And
it absolutely another.
Distinct
from yours.
The stranger
Instead
of it is necessary any points of view!
Simply
the Christ existed, and all.
As the wind morning,
As
clouds in the sky.
As
light of heavens immemorial,
As
the twilight at night
Throws
the bitter lot.
God
is!
And
all.
Michael Berlioz
But
it is required
Any
proof!
The stranger
No.
It
is not necessary proofs!
All
is simple.
Early
in the morning shuffling gait
The
cavalryman
In
the white raincoat with the bloody lining.
On
fourteenth of May
In
the covered colonnade of the palace
The
tyrant Great
There
was the procurator of Judea
Ponty Pilat.