CHAPTER 31 - On Sparrow Hills

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After a storm clears, a multicoloured rainbow arches over Moscow. On a hill between two copses three dark figures—Woland, Koroviev, and the cat‑demon Behemoth—are mounted on black horses, surveying the city. Azazello swoops down, carrying the Master and Margarita in the black tail of his cloak, and joins the group. Woland addresses them, tells Margarita she will not resent the trouble, and commands the Master to “bid farewell to the city.” He points with a black‑gloved hand toward the glittering rooftops and the perpetual mist over Moscow.

The Master dashes to the edge of the hillside, his cloak dragging behind him, and experiences a rapid succession of emotions—sadness, anxious excitement, a feeling of deep offence, haughty indifference, and a foretaste of peace—while gesturing wildly toward the city. Behemoth, bored, requests permission to “give a farewell whistle.” Margarita encourages him, saying the whistle will keep them from crying. Behemoth whistles; the sound shatters the Master’s concentration, causing a cascade of supernatural disturbances: crows and sparrows take flight, dust pillars descend, caps fly off passengers of a passing excursion boat, and the Master’s hand rises to the sky as if threatening the city.

Koroviev also whistles, producing a second, softer tone. The combined whistling triggers violent physical effects: an oak tree beside Margarita is uprooted, the ground cracks toward the river, a huge slab of the riverbank with a pier and restaurant collapses into the water, the river boils and erupts, and the excursion boat is thrust onto the opposite bank with its passengers unharmed. A jackdaw killed by a previous whistle lands at Margarita’s steed’s feet. The Master, startled, clutching his head, runs back to the waiting riders.

Woland, from his elevated horse, asks the Master if his farewell is complete. The Master affirms, looks directly at Woland, and Woland’s terrible voice booms “It’s time!!” accompanied by Behemoth’s sharp whistle and guffaw. The demonic riders surge forward, their cloaks billowing, and the black shroud of Woland’s cloak spreads over the sky, briefly parting to reveal the city’s absence. When the shroud blows aside, Margarita looks back and sees that Moscow’s towers and streets have vanished, leaving only mist and smoke as if the city had fallen into the earth. The cavalcade ascends into the night, disappearing from sight.