CHAPTER 23 - The Great Ball at Satan’s

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In the preparatory room beneath a jeweller’s widow, Hella and Natasha bathe Margarita in hot blood, then an oil‑scented pink mantle, and dress her in crystal‑shimmering slippers sewn from rose petals, a golden‑clasped crown, and a heavy black‑poodle portrait that the chain drags at her neck. Koroviev and Behemoth coach her on how to treat the diverse guests without showing preference. At their signal, the Great Ball erupts: the scene shifts first to a tropical forest with noisy parrots, then to a stark yellow‑stone ballroom filled with naked, silver‑banded negroes. A low wall of white tulips blocks the view of innumerable lamps and a massive orchestra playing a polonaise. Koroviev directs Margarita to acknowledge each musician, especially Vieuxtemps, and to greet the “waltz king,” identified as Johann Strauss.

Margarita proceeds through a succession of lavish rooms: one with walls of roses, camellias, and bubbling champagne pools of violet, ruby, and crystal; another with a red‑swallow‑tail coat performer and a deafening jazz band; and finally a landing illuminated by crystal grapes, where a low amethyst column supports her arm. Here she encounters a black‑poodle‑embroidered pillow, a warm furry Behemoth, and a descending grand stairway leading to a vast, empty front hall with a gigantic fireplace.

As the ball fills, an endless stream of guests ascends: Monsieur Jacques, a handsome tail‑coated counterfeiter, appears from a coffin‑gallows, followed by his spouse who kisses Margarita’s foot; Earl Robert, another poisoned noble; Madame Tofana, the infamous poison‑seller, limps in with a Spanish boot and a green prison band; Frieda, a frantic woman repeatedly shouting her name; and countless naked women and tail‑coated men, each kissing Margarita’s knee or hand. The crowd swells, the chain on her neck grows heavier, her right arm aches, and her knee swells from constant kisses. The procession includes grotesque figures such as a blue‑bordered handkerchief‑obsessed woman, a hand‑capped skull, and a horde of vampiric guests.

After hours of exhausting revelry, the ball’s tide recedes. Koroviev warns that the final guests—two drunken vampires and a mysterious, agitated man—are about to appear. The latter is identified as Baron Meigel, a spy‑like official from the Spectacles Commission. Woland confronts the baron, offering a toast; the baron is shot by unseen forces, his blood collected in a cup that Woland drinks. In that moment Woland’s ragged shirt and slippers vanish, replaced by a black chlamys and sword. He offers Margarita a cup, commands her to drink, and she complies, feeling a sweet rush, hearing crowing roosters and marching music as the ballroom disintegrates. Columns crumble, fountains dry, and the opulent setting collapses into the modest living room of the jeweller’s widow, illuminated by a thin slit of light. Margarita steps through the slightly opened door, exiting the supernatural realm.