swore i swore soon after this meeting, she left with the children for a dacha in the village of lebedyanrom there she wrote a letter to her husband asking him to let her go, sent it and waited, and finally, a letter came, how interesting it was told. i kept dreaming that a letter would appear, i was sitting at the table in front of the window. and a white envelope fell on my table, that is, the postman threw a window, but it seemed as if it had fallen from the sky. this letter. she, with an envelope in her hands, hid from prying eyes in a summer village toilet. it was clear from the letter. i remember these feelings for the rest of my life, when i read this letter, flies buzzed, and i was the happiest person in the world. as a result, elena sergeevna left the general's house for a modest bulgakov’s apartment from an everyday point of view, it was a very impractical decision, but as it is said in the novel the master and margarita boogie my gods, what this woman needed was in her eyes, which always burned some kind of incomprehensible light. she needed him. the master was not at all a got