storm, which said Woland, is already on the horizon accumulate. A black cloud rose in the west to cut half of the sun. Then she covered him entirely. On the terrace colder. Even after some time it became dark.
This darkness, came from the west covered the vast city. Gone bridges, palaces. All is lost, as if it never happened in the world. Through all the sky a fiery thread ran. Then shook the city strike. He repeated, and the storm began. Woland ceased to be seen in the mist. (c)
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