Poem by Małgorzata Borzeszkowska
Woland arrives in Kiev
Do you remember Master and Margaret by Bułhakow? For me, the best novel ever. This poem refers to this masterpiece.
Novels do not burn, Woland says.
What about pianos, Messer? Behemoth ignites a spark.
Will we try?
He sets fire to the first note, the second one, they catch fire.
Messer?
Pianos, dear fellow, glow like rhapsodies, smolder like cantatas,
you can burn them and they will come back
except that then you will be played a funeral march to the accompaniment of the drums.
Behemoth, beware of burnt pianos.
Messer, and what about those who still hit flint against flint?
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