The Master and Margarita / Мастер и Маргарита. Книга для чтения на английском языке

My mind isn’t serving me any more…” And again he had a vision of a goblet of dark liquid. “Give me poison, poison.”

And once more he heard the voice:

“The truth first and foremost is that your head aches, and aches so badly that you’re faint-heartedly contemplating death. Not only do you not have the strength to talk to me, you find it hard even to look at me. And now I’m your involuntary torturer[71 - involuntary torturer – невольный мучитель], which grieves me. You can’t even think about anything, and you dream only of the arrival of your dog, evidently the only creature you feel affection for.

But your torment will come to an end in a moment: your headache will go.”

The secretary stared goggle-eyed at the prisoner and stopped in mid-word.

Pilate raised his martyr’s eyes to the prisoner and saw that the sun was already quite high above the hippodrome, that a ray had stolen into the colonnade and was creeping towards Yeshua’s worn-down sandals, and that he was trying to stay out of the sun.

At this point the Procurator rose from his armchair, gripped his head in his hands, and on his yellowish, clean-shaven face an expression of horror appeared. But he immediately suppressed it by will-power[72 - to suppress by will-power – подавить усилием воли] and lowered himself back into the armchair.

The prisoner, meanwhile, was continuing with his speech, yet the secretary was recording nothing more, and merely stretching his neck out like a goose, trying not to let slip a single word.

“There you are, it’s all over,” said the prisoner, casting benevolent glances at Pilate, “and I’m extremely pleased about that. I’d advise you, Hegemon, to leave the palace for a time and take a walk somewhere in the surrounding area – well, perhaps in the gardens on the Mount of Olives. The storm will begin” – the prisoner turned around and narrowed his eyes at the sun – “later on, towards evening.

The walk would do you a lot of good, and I’d accompany you with pleasure. Certain new ideas have occurred to me that you might, I think, find interesting, and I’d willingly share them with you, particularly as you give the impression of being a very intelligent man.”

The secretary turned deathly pale[73 - to turn deathly pale – смертельно побледнеть] and dropped his scroll on the floor.