…Margarita was high up, and a grandiose stairway covered with carper descendet from her feet. Below, so far away that it was as if Margarita were looking the wrong way through binoculars, she saw a vast front hall with an absolutely enormous fireplace, into the cold ad black maw of which a five-tone truck cold easily have driven. The front hall and stairway, so flooded with light that it hurt the eyes, were empty. The sound of trumpets now came to Margarita from far away. Thus they stood motionless from about a minute…

From “The Master and Margarita – Book Two: 23 – The Great Ball At Satan’s”  Michail Bulgakov

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