What the devil I'm reading???
I have closed the book, but the city of shadows still breathes behind my eyes.
I walked with the Devil and found him less cruel than men.😈
I watched a woman choose love over heaven — and it made sense.💃🏻
I saw a man crushed not by sin, but by cowardice — not condemned, but pitied.
Pontius Pilate, no longer a statue, became a man made of dust, wandering through centuries of regret.
Who, in the end, is truly evil? The Devil — or the people who lie, steal, and betray one another in the name of order, reputation, and control?
Woland, the Devil himself, appears not as a monster but as something far more unsettling: a force of balance. Like a darker, more theatrical Robin Hood, he doesn’t create evil — he merely exposes it. He reveals the rot behind the curtain with irony, flair, and a strange sense of justice. In a world of cowards, brutes, and hypocrites, he punishes not out of malice, but clarity. Strangely, terrifyingly, he might be more fair than mankind itself.
This is not a story about evil. It's about freedom. About fear. About how truth, like a soul, never dies.
“Manuscripts don’t burn,” they say — and perhaps they’re right. Maybe nothing truly burns. Not stories, not love, not guilt. Maybe they’re just rewritten — somewhere in the shadows of Moscow, or in the forgotten corners of our minds.📖
💡I truly enjoyed this book.from the moment i started i couldn't put my hand down!! But i didn't want to finish it so quickly! I want to feel each words and letters written!
The story was gripping, the style smooth and surprising, and the message — layered, haunting, and eternal. Bulgakov didn’t just write a novel; he summoned a strange, shifting world where satire, sorrow, and magic blur into something unforgettable.🖤🩶🤍