Мастер и Маргарита. М.Булгаков

Never Talk To Strangers

One day in the spring, at the hour of sunset unusually hot in Moscow Patriarch's Ponds, there were two citizen. The first of them, dressed in a pair of greyish summer was short, well-fed, bald, his decent pie hat was carrying in his hand, and on the well-shaven face placed his supernatural size glasses with black horn-rimmed glasses. The second - a broad-shouldered, red-haired, shaggy young man cocked back on his head checkered cap - was a cowboy, chewing, white pants and black sneakers.

                                                                                                                                            Mikhail Bulgakov