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

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Pilate grinned with one cheek, baring his yellow teeth, and said, turning the whole of his trunk towards the secretary:

“Oh, city of Yershalaim! The things you hear in it! A tax collector, do you hear, throwing the money onto the road!”

Not knowing how to reply to this, the secretary deemed it necessary to duplicate Pilate’s smile.

“And he said that henceforth money was hateful to him,” Yeshua said, explaining Levi Matthew’s strange actions, and added: “And since then he’s become my travelling companion.

With his teeth still bared, the Procurator glanced at the prisoner, then at the sun, which was rising steadily over the equestrian statues of the hippodrome lying far below to the right, and suddenly, in a nauseating sort of anguish, he thought of how it would be simplest of all to banish this strange villain from the balcony by pronouncing just the two words: “Hang him” – to banish the escort too, leave the colonnade for the interior of the palace, order the room to be darkened, drop onto a couch, demand some cold water, summon the dog, Banga, in a plaintive voice[69 - in a plaintive voice – жалобным голосом] and complain to him about the hemicrania.

He looked at the prisoner with lacklustre eyes and was silent for a while, agonizing as he tried to remember why, in the full blaze of Yershalaim’s pitiless morning sun, a prisoner with a face disfigured by blows was standing before him, and what other totally unnecessary questions he would have to ask.

“Levi Matthew?” the sick man asked in a hoarse voice, and closed his eyes.

“Yes, Levi Matthew,” came the high-pitched, tormenting voice.

“But what were you saying, after all, to the crowd at the bazaar about the Temple?”

The voice of the man answering seemed to stab into Pilate’s brow; it was inexpressibly agonizing, and that voice said:

“I was saying, Hegemon, that the temple of the old faith would collapse and a new temple of truth would be created.

“And why were you, you vagrant, stirring up[70 - to stir up – путать народ] the people at the bazaar, telling them about truth, of which you have no conception? What is truth?”

And at this point the Procurator thought: “O my gods! I’m asking him about something unnecessary during the trial.