By: Alex Gerasev

Margarita rode slowly through the air up to a chalk cliff.

By: Alex Gerasev

After her flew the completely insane waltz.

By: Alex Gerasev

Holding a chess knight in his right paw…

By: Alex Gerasev

“Yesterday you were so good as to do some conjuring tricks…”

By: Alex Gerasev

The man who called himself a master worked feverishly on his novel…

By: Alex Gerasev

“Poet,” Ivan confessed.

By: Alex Gerasev

Huge as a hog, black as soot or as a rook.

By: Alex Gerasev

“Good man! Believe me…”

By: Alex Gerasev

“May I sit down?” the foreigner asked politely.

By: Alex Gerasev

At the hour of the hot spring sunset two citizens appeared…