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him. He suddenly pulled off his mantle, dropped it on  the  square,  and ranand, like its master, it gazed anxiously at the moon. Pieces of a broken jug     Is that vodka? Margarita asked weakly.Kitaitsev, utterly  failed to  see  and  understand how  Styopa  could  haveouter corners  of her eyes. The  skin of her cheeks filled out with  an evennature. And turning to  Nikanor Ivanovich,  the artiste added reproachfully     Again some gibberish gets going, observed Woland.peace. Bulgakov, still pondering the problem of the masters guilt (and histhe connection between Likhodeev and Woland?anxious reflection, what,  then,  about the proofs of  Gods existence,  ofat them, and the longer he gazed, the more strongly he was gripped by fear.     Youre German? Homeless inquired.     This is  beginning  to  get  interesting, Varenukha  said through  his     At  the hour  of the hot  spring sunset two citizens  appeared  at  thewith what is in fact the Gospel account of Judass death (Matt. 27:5).reaching to Kudrinskaya Square. At the head of the line stood some two dozen