Mikhail Afanasievich Bulgakov. The master and Margarita (№ 178217)

Opening his eyes slightly he found himself sitting on something made of stone. Around him, something rustled. When he opened, as it should, eyes, he saw that the sea roar, and even more than that, - a wave of rocks at his feet, and that, in short, he sits on the end of the pier, and that beneath it the blue sparkling sea, and behind is a beautiful city in the mountains.