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of the city, towards Mount Golgotha. Only when he stood beneath and behind the platform did Pilate open his eyes, knowing that he was now safe--he could no longer see the convicted men. sports bloopers video As the roar of the crowd began to die down the separate, piercing voices of the heralds could be heard repeating, one in Aramaic, the others in Greek, the announcement that the Procurator had just made from the platform. Besides that his ears caught the approaching irregular clatter of horses hoofs and the sharp, bright call of a trumpet. This sound was echoed by sports bloopers video the piercing whistles of boys from the rooftops and by shouts of Look out! A lone soldier, standing in the space cleared in the square, waved his standard in warning, at which the Procurator, the Legate of the Legion and their escort halted. A squadron of cavalry entered the square at a fast trot, cutting across it diagonally, past a knot of people, then down a side-street along a vine-covered stone wall in order to gallop on to Mount Golgotha by the shortest route. As the squadron commander, a Syrian as small as a boy and as dark sports bloopers video as a mulatto, trotted past Pilate he gave a high-pitched cry and drew his sword from its scabbard. His sweating, ugly-tempered black horse snorted and reared up on its hind legs. sports bloopers video Sheathing his sword the commander struck the horses neck with his whip, brought its forelegs down and moved off down the side street, breaking into a gallop. Behind him in columns of three galloped the horsemen in a ha2e of dust, the tips of their bamboo lances bobbing rhythmically. They swept past the Procurator, their faces unnaturally dark in contrast with their white turbans, grinning cheerfully, teeth flashing. Raising a cloud of dust the squadron surged down the street, the last trooper to pass Pilate carrying a glinting trumpet slung across his back. Shielding his face from the dust with his hand sports bloopers video and frowning with annoyance Pilate walked on, hurrying towards the gate of the palace garden followed by the Legate, the secretary and the escort. It was about ten oclock in the morning. 3. The Seventh Proof

Yes, it was about ten oclock in the morning, my dear Ivan Nikolayich, said the professor. The poet drew his hand across his face like a man who has just sports bloopers video woken up and noticed that it was now evening. The water in the pond had turned black, a little boat was gliding across it and he could hear the splash of an oar and a girls laughter sports bloopers video in the boat. People were beginning to appear in the avenues and were sitting on the benches on all sides of the square except on the side where our friends were talking. Over Moscow it was as if the sky had blossomed : a clear, full moon had risen, still white and not yet golden. It was much less stuffy and the voices under the lime trees now had an even-tide softness. sports bloopers video Why didnt I notice what a long story hes been telling us? thought Bezdomny in amazement. Its evening already! Perhaps he hasnt told it at all but I simply fell asleep and dreamed it? But if sports bloopers video the professor had not told the story Berlioz must have been having the identical dream because he said, gazing attentively into the strangers face : Your story is extremely sports bloopers video interesting, professor, but it diners completely from the accounts in the gospels. But surely, replied the professor with a condescending smile, you of all people must realise that absolutely nothing written in

the gospels actually happened. If you want to regard the gospels as a proper historical source . . . He smiled again and Berlioz was silenced. He had just been saying exactly the same sports bloopers video thing to Bezdomny on their walk from Bronnaya Street to Patriarchs Ponds. I agree, answered Berlioz, but Im afraid that no one is in a position to prove the authenticity of your version either. sports bloopers video Oh yes! I can easily confirm it! rejoined the professor with great confidence, lapsing into his foreign accent and mysteriously beckoning the two friends closer. They bent towards him from both sides and he began, this sports bloopers video time without a trace of his accent which seemed to come and go without rhyme or reason : The fact is . . . here the professor glanced round nervously and dropped his voice to a whisper, I was there myself. On the balcony with Pontius Pilate, in the garden when he talked to Caiaphas and on the platform, but secretly, incognito so sports bloopers video to speak, so dont breathe a word of it to anyone and please keep it an absolute secret, sshhh . . . There was silence. Berlioz went pale. How . . . how long did you say youd been sports bloopers video in Moscow? he asked in a shaky voice. I have just this minute arrived in Moscow, replied the professor, slightly disconcerted. Only then did it occur to the two friends to look him properly in sports bloopers video the eyes. They saw that his green left eye was completely mad, his right eye black, expressionless and dead. That explains it all, thought Berlioz perplexedly. Hes some mad German whos just arrived or else sports bloopers video