There is an instant desire to reread the book and remember forgotten passages, to understand every word of Bulgakov's masterpiece. This tour brings to life "The Master and Margarita" in a way that no theatrical production could. "But it's not finished," says Margarita in confusion, and both of them get lost in the darkness of the summer night. Accompanied by quiet calming music of saxophone, Koroviev wordlessly hands the manuscript to the guide. It is possible to spot the light of a fire in the darkness, and unusually still silhouette of Koroviev. She speaks of the parallels of "The Master and Margarita" and reality. The guide of the tour catches up with the group, we walk down the street, and she talks about the possibility of building a monument to Bulgakov on the Patriarch's Ponds. Koroviev brings poor headless Berlioz out of nowhere and then leads him away, followed by curious looks. 50 at Sadovaya 302B, and then drags along the museum visitors, running down to Patriarch's Ponds. First he talks about famous Apartment No. Annushka spills the oil, Koroviev jumps out of nowhere and locks the poor guide in the house. To the joy of the stunned audience, the postman disappears and then appears again, with the same rush, through an old bookcase.Įvery person gets sucked into the strange, bizzare world of "The Master and Margarita." Events unfold rapidly, and you do not even have the strength to be surprised. Suddenly, the story breaks through the wall in the form of a postman, yelling about an urgent telegram from Yalta. When the tour begins, a young woman - who looks like Margarita - walks into the room and talks about Bulgakov's life and creations. A black cat, Begemot, appears here and there looking at you grumpily, and yet he does not mind the attention of visitors. When you walk into Bulgakov's house you already taste the magic of his writing: Precious letters written in his hand, portraits and books, a piano, an old telephone - you get the feel of the '30s and Bulgakov's life in Moscow.
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