Vislovlyuvannya Tsvetaeva about life. The terrible gift of marini Tsvetaeva

But usually one and the same -
Don't love a hero in a romance!

All women lead in the fog.

The ghetto of vibration. Shaft. Riv.
Spare, don't check.
Have a christian with svit_v
Sing - a Jew.

Yaksho was born with a krylata -
Shho їy mansion - і scho їy hati!

I know everything, what will be, everything will be,
I know all the deaf tamnitsa,
Scho on dark, on nedorіkuvatih
My human staring is Life.

I like the heart, cut out,
Without a likar znimak shvi, -
Know that the heart is the head є,
І є sokira - from the head ...

To the Emperor - the capital,
Drummer - snig.

Deyakim without crookedness -
Life is expensive to give.

Do not love, bagatiy is a common one,
Do not love, impressions are bad
Do not love, blush, blush,
Do not love, good - shkidlivu:
Golden - a step to the door!

Do not quarrel, land of Russia!
Angels - be barefoot ...

Do not remember the youth
About the hunched elder.
Do not remember the old
About blissful youth.

Heart - love evil
Зілля - vіrnіshe all.
Woman with koliski
Chyysh mortal sin.

The whole sea needs the whole sky,
Whole heart needs all God.

And the baiduzh - God will punish!
It is scary to step on the souls of the living.

Non-string ship do not play
First nightingale, do not sleep.

I bless you,
I bless the sleepy dream.
The Lord's affection is the Lord's judgment,
The good law is the Kam'yaniy law.

In the midst of troubles. God has no trouble!

... Vіchno in pіzhmurki
Grate with great efficiency.

All along the same road
Pull the drogi -
It’s early chi, I’m just one year old.

Woe and woe, - the sea is salty!
Ti i nagodush,
Ti and drink,
Ti started spinning
We are serving you!
Girkota! Girkota! vichny prismak
On your lips, about addiction! Girkota! Girkota!
Vichny spokusa -
The rest of the pashch.

Hussar! - Still not finished with lyalki,
- Ah! - in the number of hussar chekaєmo!

Children - a whole lot of new riddles,
I cry out in the riddles themselves!

Valor and innocence! alliance
Trees and wondrous, like death and glory.

Friend! Baiduzhist is a filthy school!
I am embittered by the heart.

Є Please, do not hesitate to contact us
Wicked drills and feats of love.

Є yaky hour - yak thrown off clage:
If in sob, the pride is tidy.
Hour of study - wine in the life of the skin
Urochisto-non-gates.

Woman with koliski
Chyysh mortal sin.

For the prince - rid, for the seraphim - the host,
Behind the skin - thousands of such, like a vin,
Schob hitting, - to live the wall
Falling and knowing, now - a thousand for a change!

Zvira - barlig,
To the wanderer - the road,
The dead are dear.
To skin svo.

Know one thing: tomorrow you will be old.
Use іnshe, ditinko - forget it.

І sleep їy - water, і shelter -
Water, - in the blood, in the tears was touched!
Chi is not mother, but machuha - Lyubov:
Do not check neither the court nor the favor.

І so it will be tanuti month
І tanuti snig,
If you rush through the young,
Charivniy stolittya.

Kozhen virsh - a child of a kohannya,
Zhebrak bastryuk,
Pervistok - at the kolії
On uklin vіtram - pledges.

Something goes to school, some goes to school.
To skin svo.
On human heads
Lissya, zabuttya!

Hto not being at home -
The earth is unworthy.

Hto friends are not guilty -T
it is unlikely that you are generous to your friends.

lighter than fox
Prikhovati pіd odyag,
Chim whip you,
Jealous and dull!

Cohannia! Cohannia! І in vessels і in coffins
Alarmed - privablyuuchi - zbenzhenі - torn.

People, turn up: we live tight!
Tilki in aces of perezhimaniya over nudgoyu.
Shall all be fine? Will you be rich?
Ні, more beautiful than a bush!

Mi spimo - i axis, kryz kam'yani plate
Heavenly Guest in the Chotiri Pelustki.
About light, mind! Spіvakom - uvі snі - vіdkritі
Law of the Law and Formula of the Quote.

Do not love, bagatiy is a common one,
Do not love, teachings - bad,
Do not love, blush, blush,
Do not love, good - shkidlivu:
Golden - a step to the door!

One half of the window was broken.
One half of the soul is over.
Let's see - and that half,
The first half of it!

Оліпійці ?! Oh look at the dir!
Celestials - mi - lipimo!

Hands that are not needed
Dear, serve - the World.

... zmivaє krashі rum'yana Lyubov.

Rise to grow, like stars and yak Troyandi,
Yak beauty is not needed in the family.

Already in the evening to travel, even the earth in dew,
Already soon a khurtovin was caught in the sky,
I will soon fall asleep on earth,
Someone on earth was not allowed to sleep alone.

I love women, they were not afraid in battle,
Dying and trimati sword, and list, -
Ale know that only in full of koliski
Zvychayne - zhіnoche - Happiness is mine!

In dialogue with the lives of important not її food, but our kind.

It is possible to fend for people, but it is not possible to fend off with people.

Women talk about love and talk about cohants, choloviks - back.

Love in us is like belongings, I don't know anything about it, everything is on the right in different ways.

To love - to bachiti a person in such a way, as if God had conceived and the father did not live.

For more uzgodzhenosti souls, uzgodzhenst izdannya is required, more so - dikhannya, why not the rhythm of the soul? Otzhe, people were alone with one thought, treba, and the stench was gone, or else they were lying.

Appreciate, if everything is given at once and the continuation is not necessary. Prodovzhuvati, aje tse - rewire.

Kozhen times, if I know that I love less people, I am amazed, not to love - I am amazed, ale more amazed, if people are less baiduzhi.

Love and motherhood may be one of one. Spraved motherhood is husband's.

Love: collecting from the cold, flowing from the specs, hanging from the first leaf, rising from the last: starting from the last.

Zrada vzazu for love. It is impossible to revive the familiar.

Tilo in his youth - an outfit, in the elder - a trumpet, with a roar!

The goddesses took love with the gods, the people of the heroes, and they loved the shepherds.

Our short words are іntonatsії.

Creativity is spilna on the right;

Maybut є the area of ​​reservations about us, just like that itself has passed є the area about us (I want to be built navpaki). Spravzhnє f є the whole new krikhitne field of our performance.

Happy people, life is guilty of being happy, because of their love for a hearty gift. To that, it is a happy one.

Krila - freedom, only if it is open in polo, there is a stench behind the back.

Naskіlki miraculous prophesy of ryvnostі from princely lips - nasіlki ogidnoy from janitors.

Be friendly, mind? Їx is dumb for an artist. Life itself is an unpleasant mind.

At the Orthodox Church (temple) I see the soul, I go to the earth, in the Catholic Church - the soul, I can fly into the sky.

Zhanka, don't forget about Heinrich Heine in that chilin, if you enter kokhaniy, love only Heinrich Heine.

The dispute over blood is rude and mild, the dispute over deprivation is subtle. De thin, there and tear.

Curve to transport, straight to drown.

- Know yourself! - I got it. - First of all, the anti-cancer will not fall down on the knowledge of the one. Navpaki, as only I am starting to judge a man by his own, to go unreasonable for unreasonable.

I will adore the bagatikh. I swear and I promise, I’m good (so it’s not worth anything) and garnie (so it’s good to dress up).

It’s impossible to be a human being, nor a blush, nor a noble one, you need to be a bagatim.

Our children are older than us, who are better than us, far from life. Older than us maybutny. That is both us and strangers.

The children of that kola may have been living more and more with more sense and with more sense and with more sense in the right of the heart, not our own live, the most perceptible, the most important of them. (About the Pushkin hour).

Sport is a waste of an hour on vitrate of energy. The bottom of the athlete is only yogo glances.

Skin book - stealing from vlasny life... Chim is more chitaєsh, tim is less vmієsh and you want to live yourself.

About an hour and about myself

Tsvєtaєva-prose has resigned for a while, but Tsvєtaєva-sings, - but it's still early. Still in the gymnasium of rocky, Vona wrote her story "Chotiri" (the text was not taken); Prosovі sketches robbed, mabut, and for that (the early testimonies of tsoyu postyut the side, entitled "Those, scho bulo"). More importantly: her own pupil Tsvєtaєva began to lead the whole life in notes from the decimal century and prodovzhuval in notes in small notebooks and zoshits. Chi was thinking about those recordings that would serve as a material for creativity, - say it importantly. She just couldn't do without them. And if it took an hour to hit it up to zoshit, Tsvєtaєva wrote down the thought, guarded either by rows of verses right on the walls of the kitchen or by the kitchen.

Draw "Zhovten at the carriage", which is to enter our collection, and even lively about the color specialties. Hour for Narisu - autumn 1917 rock; Tsvєtaєva to turn from Feodosia to Moscow, and even in the way, to see there, for a few days, it was time to go to bloody battles. In the wonder of the carriage re-staffed by the soldiers, not even with the kindly glances of fellow travelers, miraculously clever, like a “lady”, as there is nothing, but you can’t stop scribbling in your notebook, you can’t see it as a “stranger”, there’s no writing. Tse ї ї ї ї ї ї ї nadіya, ї ї a straw: so you won’t calm down the bіl of your heart, as it was ripped out in that year because of the triviality for the share of the cholovіk ...

In the іnshomu draw - "Vilny Proizd" - we work together with the same: in the region we are familiar with eating mandrakes through the villages, and I want to see them and chintz I want to eat like products; , - after all, you won’t fall asleep, if you don’t write it down, it’s in the dark, lying on the bed, I want a few phrases in its own.

It is not creativity, but rather a physiological need; "Feather! - I will choke! "- so won said about tse once.

Ale from such and such recordings, Tsvetaev's prose was born in an ear of twenty rock. Vona is closely tied to the concreteness of the living fact; Chipko, greedily wondered the details of the poets and the sentiments, well, the storm - how can you not store it! - blameless і be fed with a stream for an hour. To build, the author is just a honest writer here - just don't go sovereign value, And the private life of one Moscow family, which I have consumed at the Vir Bilshovitsky Chumi. However, furnish the historical situation such that in the field the "writers" mimic the "writers" and the soldiers, who go from the fronts to the war in their villages, of his own idol, and young people, zitkhannyakh in the rose village according to the rhyme perch, and the comrades in service, by the will of the chosen one in the offices of the People's Commissariat on the right of the nationalities, who are growing up in the county special epoch document, and the share of a Muscovite - women and mothers, who are not "tinkers" and patrons of the middle of the family, go to the symbol of the very guinea of ​​Russia.

In 1923, Rotsi Tsvєtaєva revised her notes and put together a book of drawings, modestly calling it "Earthly primes".

At that hour, there lived the same pose for Russia, in the Czech Republic, kudi went to the canopy of 1922 - to the cholovik. Sergiy Yakovich Efron, a participant of the Volunteer Biloi Army, and the end of the day huge wines unhappily, it turned to the door, which was the beginning of the visit to Tsvєtaєvoi from Russia to the 1922 rock. Behind the cordon in tі rocky there was a lot of Russian vidavnistv; and, storing the book, Tsvєtaєva put her hopes on them in song.

Ale vidati "Earthly prikmeti" didn’t happen: the Berlinsky vidavtsi, who donated a wonderful fee, immediately gave the author a horror and undeniable umova - the book is guilty of butti posture politicians! It was tied with a tse bulo z tim, scho the scribble of books todi buv insurance companies on the market of bilshovytskoy Russia ... in kolistsi goydala? Meni bulo 24-26 l<ет>, I have bully eyes, vuha, arms, legs: I bach with my eyes, I chula with my vuha, and I chopped with my hands (furniture for the firebox. І. TO.) ... I walked with my feet from the wound until the evening on the markets and on the outposts - they did not wear kudi only!

POLICIES in the book of German: є shy truth: truth is anticipated, truth is cold, hunger, anger, Roku! For me, a young girl died of hunger in a pritulka - a chain of "politics" (pritulok bilshovitsky).<...>Tse not political book, no seconds. Tse - the soul is alive in a dead loop - and still alive. The background is a frown, I didn’t see him. ”

Naris took a special place in the biography of Tsvєtaєvoi-prose, and then it became obvious as it became obvious, depriving the stage of development. Tsvєtaєva up to the end, preserving his own vernacularity of documentary basis, in the prose її creativity we do not know what is known to the creation of the heroes that we will think up with a plot. “You can't pull books at once,” she said. Documentary "recordings, alive, LIVING ... for a thousand times more valuable to the artistic creation, everything is changed, adjusted, unintelligible, calibrated." I Tsvєtaєva fold prose, yaku - all! - you can call it autobiographical, but the author will tell you from glybin special advice and treasure the best of your luck.

For his zmisty suttas "Zhovten at the carriage", "Vilny proezd", "My service", "Death of Stakhovich", "Gorische" - not the best, like a chronicle of a nightmare, written down in everyday life, for an hour with little fun: , to be built, not to leave Tsvєtaєva, to navigate around important living conditions ”. Wonderful, if the stele collapses in the apartment, have fun with the drive locked in the office of the chiefs of the kitty (there will be a kilim!) fasting pom'yakshenim; it became especially clear now, since we entered the light of the "Records of Marini Tsvєtaєvoi". The stench saved the motor details of the Moscow one, I will be quietly rocking ... Ale the other side, I will write down "Gorische", of the sort "One day of Marina Tsvєtaєvoi in Moscow 1919 rock". Having pererahuvav the helpless little detail, they made a whole day, - beforehand, all the way with children to the fatal Kuntsevsky lane, deceased a young daughter unbarrily, - she stunned, happy, happy to be happy: “I didn't write down the most fun passionate focus of the whole thing ... "

Axis de reserve to no one who does not see husbandry: stand in the chambers for a lot of money, or for coupons to be able to feed the children, crooked in the leaf-falling, impenetrable weather, about the last year's home, went to milk for daughters in Bryan to see if it’s not on the side, then as if it’s because of history, make it up to people’s citizens. The whole peculiarity of Tsvetaevsky svitovidchutty, and rests on the fortress and spirit, which is not terrible, as it’s like, “no decree, no bagnet”. Happily, there are those who will see them on a special, enlarged scale, and just once that border, as I need a metaphysical mind, we will shorten the color verses and prose. “We have come to love: bread, fire, dawn, sleep, the hour of the great hour,” Tsvєtaєva wrote in the “most plague, most mortal” 1919 rotsi, hunger, the dream has become bliss, for that “no more strength”, the dumbnits went to the ceremony, everything became impudent. Zalizna school, zakoi viydut - heroes. Ni-heroes - to drown ... "

Among the naris, they made "Earth primes", - there is little not demonstratively the presence of literary prizes; before us the chi is not cursive, the obrobki is added. However, one reads the stink on one dikhanna; everything is trimmed with the internal power of the author's notification, borderline open and dynamic. Minimum descriptions, maximum concreteness, twisting rhythm of phrases, lively dialogues, miraculously convey anthony, author's remarks, reduced to dramatic laconicism (“I, having lost myself,” or “wine, sharp”) ...

Tsikavo, shmatki prose of this kind can be seen in the ancient sheets of Tsvєtaєvoi. But to that - її leaves to Eugen Lannu kіntsya 1920 rock; I will give only one urivok - even more vin malovnichy, unimportant to those who may be completely stored from dialogue.

“Sidimo z Alya, it’s written. - Evening. - Doors - no knocking - navstіzh. Viskovy from the commissary. Visoky, thin, hat. - Rock 19.

- Wee hulk taka?

- I’m going to put the protocol on you.

Vin, I think, I didn’t pick it up:

- Protocol.

- Reason.

- By the way of not closing the tap and re-equipping with the sinks, we distributed a new plate in No. 4.

- Tobto?

- Water, flowing through the pidlog, steadily expanded the tseglini. The stove has sunk.

- We bred rabbits in the kitchen.

- It’s not me, it’s a stranger.

- Ale Vi є lord?

- We are to blame for the purity.

- So, so, We maєte ratsіyu.

- Do you have the 2nd top in the apartment?

- So, high mezzanine.

- Mezzanine.

- Mizimim, mizimim, - how is it written - mizimim?

I think. Write. I will show. I, gravely:

- Lousy, hulk. Vi іntelіgentna lyudina!

- This is the whole thing, - as I was, I was less intelligent, I wouldn't get it all, - I've been writing for the whole hour.

- What about the same?

- fold?

- It’s okay. - Pause.

- Gromadyanka, did you correct my protocol?

- Let me write. You speak, and I will write.

- Not handy, on myself.

- All one, - sooner! - Writing. - Win enchanting handwriting: shvidkistu and beauty.

- It’s immediately obvious that it’s a writing. Wouldn’t you take a short apartment with such facilities? Adzhe tse - vibachte in words - dira!

Alya: - Shanghai.

Writable. Pidpisuєmosya. Chemno viddaє pid goats. Znikaє.

First day, at 10 1/2 in the evening - Fathers-Ridna! - I know vin.

- Do not be afraid, hulk, old znayomy! I know before you, it is necessary to fix it here.

- Please.

- So, I know you have been slowed down.

- I am to your services. - Alya, clear on the table.

- Maybe bootie. Will you give in your truth?

- I don’t know ... The rabbits are not mine, the piglets are not mine - they are already in the past.

- And, what a pig boo? Tse is writeable.

- I don’t know ...

- Rabbits ... Rabbits ... І it's cold here you have a big booty, hulk. - Skoda!

Alya: - Who - rabbits or mom?

Vin: - That vzagal ... Rabbits ... Aje stinks all gryzut.

Alya: “My mother’s mattresses are in the kitchen, and the pig is alive in my bath.

Me: - Do not write to anyone!

Vin: - Skoda for me, you hulk!

I’ll propose a cigarette. Writable. Already 1/2 twelfth.

- Earlier, melodiously, they did not live like that ...

I, yduchi: “Abo aresht or a penny fine in the size of 50 thousand. "I'll come myself."

Alya: - With a revolver?

Vin: - Tsyogo, lady, don’t fight!

Alya: - Don't you mind shooting?

Vin: - Vmyu, vmyu, ale ... - Skoda lumpy girl! "

Chim is not prose?

The stylistics of the floral prose will be changed. They have a richness of simplicity, an imaginative clarity, a linguistic richness of the text. It will become a little better.

Adopting the chronology of Tsvetaev's creativity - and the destruction of the biographical one, - we now have to talk about the poet's childish rockets. On the right, in the fact that the outrageous demand of the resurrection and comprehension has ripened in Tsvєtaєvoi up to the middle of thirty years.

For the first time, a dozen rockyvs, which passed in an hour, were written drawings, about yak yshla mova vishche, rich in change. One by one, people came to see their life, with Tsvєtaєva dovgo chi was shortly friends, startled, cinuvala, about what kind of prosperity. This is how the common prose proves appeared - Valeriy Bryusov ("Hero of Pratsi"), Maksimilian Voloshin ("Alive about Alive"), Andriy Bilyo ("Full of Spirit"). І Tsvєtaєva-prose went away from relish lyrical prose with wide new implications of the author's ear, the possibility of steps, retrospections, great "thoughts on the drive."

Pidvoditi vlasnі zhitєvi pіdshki pidsokarіchnoi Tsvєtaєvoi it was early, but the hour "zupinitisya-ozirnutisya" - instruction. In 1933, she cut off a leaf from Russia, which she remembered about the death of her husband Andriy. The price served as a post to a new series of autobiographical ones of Tsvєtaєvoi - quiet, in which it resurrected the atmosphere of a native house and all the "old-Menovsky - Tarusa - Tryokhprudny" light, in which she loved and loved. “I’m on my unpaid heart,” says one of Tsvetaeva's leaflets in one hour.

She herself has been living since the end of 1925, the rock is still with France, in front of Paris. Enclosed by a wall of self-reliance, deserted, according to її with fluffy words, Pіd "zoloyu emigratsії", won, go in the backstage, she swooped down to see “mikroclimatu", in what їy easier bulo dikhati, think, live ...

Earlier, in the drawing, assigned to the artist Natalia Goncharova (1929), Tsvєtaєva found out about the fact that the key for the intelligence, whether it’s a special feature of the need for shukati in a child’s rock tsyu lyudin. “Shukayuchi in the nines of Goncharovo, - wrote Vona, - go to the dynasty, if you can - to the dynasty. There is a root. " At the children, Tsvєtaєva respected, natural, spontaneous, people can see themselves the most rosy, first and foremost. Ditina, I can't even grasp it myself, and that "childishness is the time for the truth." The given development is the same as the extension of the spring. For the change of "slips of truth" the "seeing power" will come, or the basis of specialness is to lose the same specialness and scholarship, as the new door appeared at the child.

Another thing that Tsvєtaєva infused with was the style of the first living enemies. Especially a glimpse of a child's experience is cast into the artist's biography, who was influenced by it. That is why, more beautiful than the intelligence of the maister's creativity, it is necessary to beat his early rock - the symbolic hour at the formulated inner life of the people.

The prose of the very Tsvєtaєvoi generously gave us material for thinking of this kind. Vona turned to the cob rock of her life not only in the works written directly about the daughters ("Mother and Music", "Kazka Mother", "Batko and Yogo Museum", "Chort", "Khlistovki", "Miy Pushkin"), ale and in the quiet, in the center, there are people standing, - in the "Budinka of the Old Pimen", in the "History of one dedication", in the "full of dusi" ... at the bag of the child's rock Marini Tsvєtaєvoy okresleni in the power of the power is not a report like then yaskravo - with edges, nibi whimpering behind the darkening of the past by a straining exchange of the searchlight.

The overwhelming density of spiritual life pre-seven-year-old the child of the enemy is the greatest reader here. Allsvit, to put up with the vlast breast clitts, Tsvєtaєva didn’t see much in the skinny prose creature with lavish details, while, it seems, it wasn’t getting close to picking up those.

This year, in our order, it is even more tricky: make a mistake about the dignity, deprived of two siblings - Marina and Anastasia Tsvetaeva. The younger sister - Anastasia Ivanivna, who lived in the early days of life (99 years!) My crops are tied to an indiscriminate pointless fact, details, names, episodes, dates, as the readiness of the memory is unique. With a large number of surroundings, one cannot help but fall into the eye when reading a number of times. First, for all those who have passed by for a long time, Anastasia Tsvєtaєva was drowned, like mana; prosperity is dictated by Tim, that everything is endlessly expensive in the distant land of childhood, be it a spogad - joy. Try pіdrahuvati, as soon as we develop here the words "happiness", "bliss", "drowning", - zib'єtesya s rakhunka! To that, everything is - Happiness, from usyogo - Happiness. Happiness big on the tree descents down into the hall, there is a yalinka, Happiness to know the long ruined balls, Happiness ochikuvannya, the bliss of entertainment, the smell of old speeches in the blues, the joy of the spring sky ... reasons!

Insha - in the prose of the elder sister. Vona insanely saved her home in the Tryokhprudnyi provinces of old Moscow, as before the Tarussky open spaces, de Sem'ya Tsvєtaєvikh spent the last few months. Ale nastіlki, it’s obvious that the furnishings didn’t fascinate the child. Resurrecting the old times, there has never been a focus on creating liquorice in the joy of children. There is a loan, but there is no renewal of the bit-by-bit reliability. This is the reason for the callous light of the writing there inakshe, now in the spogad of the young sister, - not bold, sharp, cool strokes; Marina Tsvєtaєva is a shvidshe master of color, no more details. On the first plan, she does not have a call - she is internal: she is enthralled from outside eyes with dramas and joy of a child's soul.

Resurrecting the old times, she was busy with the most tricks of her own day in those little children, as she read "Tsigan" in the room of her elder sister Valeria, and in Lipnev I wrote on the Tarusa's balcony. The dermal epizodia of the monsters would like to be told: how did the axis of that fall go? And what about the tsієї of nirka? With the zestrichi? .. Vdvlyayuchis in the kaleidoscope of life details, won’t be seen in the first place, from them, as they stretch through the different threads on a current day.

think about it, comprehending the past and the experienced - the glibinous nerve of the adult flowery prose. Yosip Brodskiy said in his own way about the peculiarity of the її spogadіv: “it’s not‘ if there’s nothing — not seen, ”is the dignity of an inveterate memoirist. Tse "prick already-everything-see", ale "no-no-ni-pochalosya" - the dignity of a mature poet, drowned in the middle of his life in a terrible era. "

Anastasia Tsvєtaєva used to lightly pedal in her memoirs on the inner similarity of the sisters. Well, they have a lot of fun, especially in the realm of emotion. Just once the presence of spogad is allowed, the chimera of the intertwining of the dispute with the alien - in the characters and in the very type of specialness - is especially clear. Marina is fired up, Asya myaka; The elder is hung up for a rat, but Asya does not help him. Marina is closed, Asi simply needs to distribute whether joy and sorrow with others. Z early rock for Maryna flour is a trimati in the hands of something like a feather; the youngsters have everything right in their hands: get out in vipilyuvati and bind books, sew a seam and lay down a valise ... Marina is sitting, sinking into the presented book, not bachachi and not feeling anything near ...

Ale tsiogo is already enough, but help the sisters, the bullets are brightly dissimilar! I like to read them respectfully, it is important to get around the enemy: nibi two children passed in one hour, in one booth, at some fathers! Alone, reminiscent of insane happiness, those zavdaє nadto is richly seasoned with girkotoy ...

The floral prose, dedicated to the main performance with Osip Mandelstam ("The History of One Dedication"), is characterized by a scene that is brought up to the childish rock of Marini.

"Round style. Semeyne colo. On the blue Servіznі dishesі weekly pies from Bartels. One per skin.

- Children! Take it!

I want a meringue and take an eclair. Zbentezhena with a clear-sighted look of mother, I lower my eyes and I’m failing, with:

Ty fly my kin zapopadlivy
Through the seas and through the bows
І crumbling with a mane
Make me less there!

- Kudi - tudi? - Laugh: mother (possibly: do not see me singing!), Batko (good-naturedly), tutor of his brother, student of the Urals (go-go!), Laugh for two rocky older brother (follow the tutor) and two rock young sister (next to mother); why not confuse only the elder sister of the seventeen institute Valeria - in spite of machusi (my mother). And I - I, a chervona, yak a pion, stuck and covered with blood, boiled down in the skirts, boiled over, I don't spill anymore - I move a hand, then - I shout:

- Toody - far away! Too - too! І even rudely steal my sowing and then get rid of! "

Well, the situation is not wonderful! Wonderful family - and in the very heart of the child's wounds. Ivan Volodimirovich Tsvєtaev - Professor of the Moscow University, creator of the Museum of Vitonished Mistresses imeni Oleksandra III, Vіchno burials yakim-nebud important for all right, - m'yaky, kind cholov_k; Yogo squad Marya Oleksandrivna is a non-abiyak pianist, who didn’t make an artistic punishment for that, who didn’t allow a strict daddy out of the world. Wonderful and wonderful, miraculously cool, writing pictures and victories, the sign of the mov, and now - the henchman of noble kings and heroes. The first axis, for all that, is to be confused! Naskіlki humanely, be built, bulo bіvіt wіdshmagati child in a belt, in the old way! Ale is not for scho. I senior, very, very smart. Reason, ale it is fun to laugh, - over the secret chantry of the humble little girl. Milim, kind, intelligent dad do not fall for the dull, as unbearable for the whole bil, as the whole child is very much intimidated by the people of the people. I don’t come to mind, but the indiscriminateness of the rum's tovstushtsi share fostered a mighty shining poet ...

Well, it’s not like that. Dіvchintsі bulo all chotiri rocky, since Marya Oleksandrivna wrote down at her pupil: “The elder is all walking around and bubbling rimi. Maybe bootie, will my Marusya sing? .. "Ale - wrote down і zabula. The first daughters' papier gave all one only to the music, so the rows and the rimi and dribbled with dwarfs on the vypadkovo known paper pads.

In the eyes of the mother, the little girl is just stubborn and resolute. "Інші children yak children, and tsya ... for the first time ten donkeys!" - Angrily skarzhitsya won the director of the music school. On that day, she was encouraged to tell her daughters: for food, which was the most suitable for the end of the concert, the girl said: "Ongin and Tetiana." “Yak? Chi is not a Mermaid, ni ... "-" Ongin and Tetyana. " “I know,” said the mother to the director, “now I’ll be a visitor to all my power supplies all the way:“ Tetyana and Ongin! I'm not really happy, I took it. A young child would not have been worthy of "Aunt and Ongin" for a beautiful "Mermaid", so it’s a Kazka, it’s clear. I don’t know if I’m working with her !!! "

The mother was angry absolutely for nothing: the sixty girl was telling the pure truth. What kind of story did you think about the scene of the Pushkin heroes in the whole evening? Tell those who are checking? I could have - I already knew what to check, but I could not. It didn't come and go.

Those bulo zovsim not fit. From the earliest rockies, the little girl of Nemov heard before she was born. Nemov knew about herself, which she could not have done. Not so richly, and the idea of ​​the will has lain: there is a bully itself at Vladyka's unbeatable strength, as it is not enough for senseu to twist and malice, force, and so - as Tsvєtaєva herself said - that is, "the message is like sales." Smearing notes of papir with carlys, the child only made its way to an obscure light far away, frightening those who did not robity is not a mistake.

The autobiographical prose of Tsvєtaєvoi allows us to intimidate, with the inveterate energy of the child, creating the miraculous spirit of the spirit. Yak rosy so easily, yak in the first place, clenching his teeth, yak svoml by way. Early vminnya razreznyati my own and foreign, may be, one of the most hostile qualities of the child. From her, how to "grow old" of the book - won the secrets of the vivchas of the Pushkinsky "Tsigan" captain's daughter»I vivchaє words of romance, yak spіvaє older sister Valeria; ide on the first part of the sacrament i, zhahayuchis vlasny blasphemy, repeat about himself about the devil; get into a tutor і persha, yak pushkіnska Tetyana, write that sheet ...

And the whole of the mysterious, incredibly vast expanses of souls - the light of secret loves, chorts, Rome, fears, hopes - retreating from outside eyes.

Vona yde with your way, but not so, yak shyah poklikannya.

"Ty fly, my cin zapadlivy ... Bidnesi me less tudi!" Satisfied with themselves, the grown-ups brought the little girl to tears, ale the nobility b їm, thank you b, let it go to hell, so that you can go through all the poetry of Maryna Tsvєtaєvoi! Krylatiy kin, how to fly over the towers, over the mountains ... - and in the mountains, and in the floodplains. "Bidnesi me tudi!" So aje same scho - thudi! First and foremost, it is important to name the address, but it is straightforwardly clear: over the bob, over the day, “over the sour, over the rust” ... , I don’t know where, I don’t know who. Mayzhe is such a tyazi, as it is unaware that she is not young, she is drawn to her mother's breasts.

The drawing "Budinok Bilya Old Pimen" є has an important dressing. The author is unambiguous here, there is no reason to dispute the rice, as it is to the mother, Marya Oleksandrivna, and the father of the first squad of Ivan Volodymyrovych Tsvєtaev. "The stench of chimos was far away," - it is said here. "My mother was better suited to being a darling, not yogo vlasna." And right there - a sharp characteristic of the pedantic, intelligent Ivan in his every day with children: “...

Mother Vlad in the Trekhprudny booth of the same row. There are pictures, books, music, marmurov busts of gods, a cult of toilment at this booth. There is not just a simplicity and heart-to-heart closeness between children and fathers. "Be my mother so simple with me, as the mother of the other children ..." Well, it’s like it’s zitchannya of the heart of the zealous people, it’s gone through early!

If Marina Tsvєtaєva virost, її іm'ya contribute to literary encyclopedia(Two rocks before the bend) and write an autobiography. Vaughn will wait. Take the pen in your hands. The first axis is the middle of the most important self-characteristics read: “I am my mother’s older daughter, but I am not in love with me. I won’t write, love to a friend. Early Image for Lack of Love ”.

This means: early in the day, Marina Tsvєtaєva lived all her life. For the wrong one, she has so abundant idols from the early rocky - unattainable ones, they have long gone to the first time: і the artist Maria Bashkirtseva, і the unhappy synonym of Napoleon ("Orlyatko"), and Napoleon himself, especially at that hour, if he left the winter from self-reliance on the island of Svyatoi Yleni. Why do not come from birth and live on Tsvetaeva's spraga of love, of Himalaya love, of beastly nausea until it is only born a hundred years later! The first generosity of samoviddachi: “Hands are given to me - to stretch out the skin offense! / Do not cheat zhodnoi! ", Tsі bezmіru feeling:" Half life? - All you! / For likot? - Vaughn axis! "

In the flowery prose of thirty great rockies and small plots involved by the writer, which did not please the calling side of the manifestation, whether it be a private life style or the colorful figure of a party member.

A booth in Tryokhprudny provulok, epizodi of Tarusa lita, the image of a dad, mother, sister, changeїх empirichny rіven. I can say that in the peculiarities of this translation, all the freedom of the Tsvєtaєvoi-artist is laid down ... Obviously borrowed, ale yak shlyakh before it was taken care of. What is there - for the obviousness of the surrounding vipadku, because there isn’t a lot of people with time? How much is it? .. Ale and the increase in volume and richness!

It’s important to tell Tsvetaevsky's naris "Khlistovki": literally it’s dumb. In just three choices the stage will change the central episode: little Marina with his father, mother, brother and sister, come to the sons to the "hlists" - not far from the Tarusa dachas, - and they are eager to call them for them.

Only and everything. Alle the inner wickedness of the little creature, the author of іншої poemi. Well, eat it yourself, and not tell the story, that's all, what’s about it here, I’m talking about, nabuva vagi і sense for a rakhunok lyrical feeling of the author. With all of this power, a blissful summer is born in Pidmoskov, permeated with sun, the smells of mowed grass, apples, yagid, - a visually yaskraviy shmatok of a child with its abundant wealth of enemies. Ale for a visually clearer reader to characterize the mother and father, it's not easy family of vidnosini Tsvєtaєvih; it is clear that there is leadership, that is awesome, ale is here: the quivering light of a little girl, as with her own heart, she is experiencing the skin of the word of her mother - and I see: there are “hlistovki” - youngsters in the heads - hustki love ... You don't want her booths, but here ...

In the middle of the short, insignificant call of the child, the tragedy of the child was accommodated, with a sickly hostile vision of her own self-determination and perception. So bach the light of Tsvєtaєva: start a folding light, in which the styles of the super-spoken are intertwined! Varto just wondered ... "If you tell me about your life," she wrote in one of the sheets, "I’m wondering about the wretchedness - not a good idea, but a child: two, three episodes: school (before school, don’t be listed),“ persha love ", well, zamіzhzhya or friend ... - Well, what about the rush? Anyway, Rashta is not listed, or it is not booted. - It's boring. Bidno. It's boring ... "

This is how two addictions change in the floral prose of the creative work of the mature period. To be pragmatic to see it past, to take it out of a trailless failure into oblivion, it was clearly reflected in the author of autobiographical prose with others, as it is possible to test for strength. then boola addiction to life, passion for thinking and caution over laws and riddles, over the very "turns of life and butty", as she called it. Prose, populyuchitsya like help about people passed and the hour has passed, gave a great power to the wealth of the accumulated spiritual and mental admiration, and the power was more and more bursting into Tsvetayev. The axis of something for her is dumb by the buzz: the stench is boring to quiet feasts, when you leave your eyes on them with a blind glance. Varto tilki zatrimatisya, zupinitisya - "Oh, there is a picture in Valeria's room ... Ale past, past, innakshe will lead us far away ..." - write there. But it’s clear that, as if you don’t need to be asleep again, as if you couldn’t be asleep, you wouldn’t know if it’s not life-and-by-bit: within the framework of the by-pass Tsvetaev's associations, I don’t know how to do it. In її sprynatі, be-yak life detail, be vypadkovo feel the word, tim more human specialty- choose a singing iєroglyph, in which varto get impressed, listen aloud, ponder. It is not easy to decipher it, it is not uncommon to produce it to clarify something. Through the effect of certainty, the appearance appears, the edge of the disclosure is the face, the edge of the bit-butt. So the mysticism of organic rice of Tsvetaevsky svitosprinjyattya, which reinforced the philosophical nature of the prose.

Philosophicality is special. It is NOT attached to the morality of the text, it is altogether tied to the living concrete fact of the situation, - they are violated from them, grabbed by them.

Spіvіdnoshennya "documentary basis" and author's thoughts in the whole prose, as a rule, back to that, which characterizes, say, the autobiographical prose of Bunin ("Life of Arsenyev") or Paustovsky ("Distant Rocks"). "Budinok bilya Old Pimen", "Devil" or "Hlistovki" written as a vilne world "from the drive" reversed to the plot - with chronological interrupts, insertions, included "bichnyh" tim and t. P. Author vidkrito in food razpovіd, і nіyakі canoni of the prose form yo do not stream at all. No set-ups, no build-up of ideas, no culminations are known in all creation.

In the Russian tradition, the autobiographical prose of the Tsvєtaєvoy of the thirty years of shvids is close to Boris Pasternak's “guardian literacy”. V. Kaverin in his hour subtly took into account the specialness of his work, having turned respect to those who in his text “enter with thoughts without a primed receiver, sleep, enter into the reader's mind, like a culture, vibrate, you can all are deprived of the very fact of their own knowledge. Go from the special to the universal - the image on the skin side. " The same is from the provincial trips to the home and from the adult Tsvєtaєvoi. Razgornuti abo quick, the stench permeates the notification, borderline yo nichuyuchi - and inodi navit and overpowering ...

This particularity is at once derived from the autobiographical prose of the thirty years from which the creativity of Tsvєtaєvoi-prose was repaired. The documentary, factual basis here occupied an even more modest moment, giving up thought and understanding.

I guess I’m going to say that Brodsky has a very high opinion of Maryna Tsvєtaєvoi’s creativity and respecting that in її individuals I’m sticking to one of the most famous misters of the XX century.

"A terrible gift" by Marini Tsvєtaєvoi.

"I wonder if
the virginity of the soul is there,
de nemaє daruє soul. "

"All of me in simple hair
accept my joy. "
M. Tsvetaeva

Marina Ivanivna Tsvєtaєva once wrote about herself like this: "I know my own price: there is a price for a well-known and loving one, zero for others, for (pride) I do not trim" marks ", I declare trimati - mine - for others." I still know: “I don’t like life like this, for me to fix it, it means that I’ll make sense and vaga - only I change, tobto - in mysticism. ocean and paradise. Me rich itself is not needed ".

Christmas about її creativity contradicts і seem rich. But all the dwellings and judgments often break about her herself - so piercingly obvious, accessible to everyone, but at the same time I will not understand or accept anyone. Tsvєtaєva said about herself a lot of zanadto, zumіla do not open the head charming house. Tse taєmnitsya krylatostі.

"I am fair krilat,

Ty zrozum_v is a companion in the share.

Ale, oh, don't fit in

For my cursed misery ", -

Zasterіgaє won the skin, hto risikne, zakokhivshis in її vіrshi, razgadati її soul.

Її way - way of "world and self-determination", deaf countrymen and divine dance. Win grailivy and a little bit, ale, and sadly deserted. U nyu panuє lishe won herself - Sings and Genii - kerovana as a beautiful, aloof Teacher.

"We will be fierce and inflated by virtue,

Let's change - the new and ancient,

Chobitkom - timid and laggy -

Behind the cloak - to break and break ".

Tsvєtaєva checka, ale, it's a pity, not to know the fellows in the share.
Well, what is the significance of Tsvetaev's poetry creativity? First for all the breadth and the uniqueness of the assessments, gestures, behavior, share in the whole. May be, do Tsvєtaєva - sings the pose of artistic tradition, zoom in to start his way "from zero". For such pripushen є submit.
Tsvєtaєva is not just a talent lyric on the cob of the XX century. Vona - the greatest romantic sings storichchya. Romanticism and creativity on the basis of original philosophical ground. Significant world won zehtuval Russian classical tradition. At the same time, the spirit of those equal to the spirit of O. Pushkin himself appeared, and the talent of taking care of the gift of Akhmatova and Pasternak is a poet of a very classical orintation.
Tsikavo ponder over the religious wizard of M. Tsvєtaєvoi's poetry. How can the theme of God, Christian humility, groveliness, confusion of guilt be realized in the lyric?
In the great world of philosophical and aesthetic look, sing and peek at the moral and spiritual truth of the seeming philosopher F. Nietzsche. On the surface, there is the similarity of the poetical imaginative system of the two poets. Vidkryєmo navmannya Nietzsche.
"True, life is loved by us, ale not to the one who lives before life, but to the one who sounded before love."
"Why do we cleanse our children, і self-reliance, і bread, and tricks for our friend? The one who cannot be bothered by his powerful lancers, but a ryativnik for one.
Chi is not a slave to ti? Todi cannot be a friend. Chi is not a tyrant chi? Todi cannot be mothers of friends. "
"I find your best love, only a symbol of burials and a sickly fuse. Love is a torch that is guilty of sweeping you on your way."
If you are guilty, you will love the given to yourself! Learn how to read love! And for that, blame it on me and drink the cup of your love.
Girkota to take revenge in the bowl to find the best love. So zbuzhu won’t be tough for people, so zbujuє won’t sprague in you, how to create! "
Singingly, in the books of a Nimetsian philosopher it is possible to see stanzas and greater indications of the color temperament, but to bring it to the fore - a lot in what kind of vipadkov! - nagadu її pathos, a system of її ethical values, її spiritual drama.
І Tsvєtaєvu, і Nіtsche zaluchayut figures of fearless tightrope walkers, kestrels, strong-willed persons. Vona also, as and the author of "Zarathustri", hate the townspeople and "good" non-monarchs, pragna in the "fire", anger in the "swamp", shukak spiritual companions, people who are hungry as they are enchanted in the near, are torn with the heart of the far-off, far-away.
The mood of singing, an orientation towards self-reliance, the inevitability of the "light" to be explained by the natural nature of the most lyrical gift and shaped on the ear of the 20th century before the stormy revolution. Tsvєtaєva, like і rich її participants, went to the point of a fatal encounter with a visible visor - yak already є!
Vaughn, madly, is a romantic by the nature of her attempts to create artists and bring people to life. At the same time, again, it is original. Take over Tim, which in Tsvetovoi nemaє nі all sorts of things that have been forgotten by the demonism of romantics of the 19th century (Lermontov, Byron, Heine), nі religious ekzaltatsіy Solovyovtsy-symbolism, new innovations in Christianity nі futuristic porivіv Mayakovsky. Tsvєtaєva started, go and finish my way with the romantic Genia samoti. Yak not to guess Nietzsche's insight: "Oh, self-reliance! Ty, vichizna, mine, self-reliance! Zanadho I am alive wild on a wild alien, so I don’t turn with tears to you!" scho vmіє in a fair way tsіnuvati one gift - the gift of freedom.
"I know the truth! All the great truths - get out!" And the truth is that in the terrible era of death and destruction, "resurrection" will not be, and will not give in to anyone. The only reality is death: "soon all of us will fall asleep under the earth, who on earth were not allowed to sleep alone." And if so, then from the earthly life it is necessary to awaken the miracle itself: love, as I do not know cordons, creativity, but do not come in. In a word, krilato and on one dikhanni live (rejoice!) Your romantic share!

"Bootie yak stalk i bootie yak steel

Life, de mi, has so little to do ", -

The axis of the singing of the boundary is singing. Tse reach the price of unhuman effort. Tse - pragnennya to the fact that people call out to vvazhayut unworthy or uninvolved.
Її vimogi to his own designation is superbly high. Seemingly, we miraculously carry on and at the same time, we will not develop in the new world the spiritual union of Marini Ivanivnya with Boris Leonidovich Pasternak. We know from all the leaves before the new ones who wanted to be able to do it in their own way, and how to give it a poetic gift. It is reasonable to let it go, which the vimogi won was presenting to herself. Moreover, for her, the stench is just the norm. This is how Tsvєtaєva imagined the ideal marvelous poet, well-known to the creative thought. Vaughn writes to Pasternak: "Well, I know that your boundary is your physical death." First: "You need to write a great rich. Tse will be your friend's life, persha life, one life ... You will be terribly vilny." It’s a pity (why for happiness?), The announcement to "robots" at Tsvєtaєvoi and Pasternak was boozy. Win not a moment to reconcile with him, but "One is purely and insanely a place to become a robot", Pasternak will need to be indifferent to Tsvєtaєvoy "living" - the life of all other people, details and images. Tsvєtaєva romantically vіdpovіdі not give "to God of details", Pasternak devotedly serving, perhaps, only one. Axis of what, with all povazi to the blooming geniality of the winners, they often perceived the fear of the gift. Accepted before seeing one of them in the list: "I can’t think about your terrible gift.
"A terrible gift" ... More precisely, viznachnya. Pasternak's trivialities were brutally justified by the tragic share of Marini Tsvєtaєvoi.
And everything was repaired from the Moscow dynasty. Silent feast, as I began to learn to myself, Tsvєtaєva was overwhelmed by the unpretentious, not overturned, unlawful by the law itself. I love the beauty of the people and the romantic ones - the most frequent ones! - kazok. The heroine of Maryna-dvchinka is in love - not happy and charming Undina. Svit dynasty - svit book vimislu. Mriya does not see a fence, in reality it is often a bazhanim. The daughter of a professor who is visiting in Moscow doesn’t get up in the eyes of those who feel like a dreamer, a pretender, don’t tell me! - not infallible nonsense. About the tse - the numerical help її loved ones, friends, friends. Protse - with unacceptable trepidation and won herself:

"Mi elders for those anger,

But tedious and simple days ...

We know, we know, we know

The one I don’t know stinks. "

"The character of Maryna Bouv is not easy - for those who feel comfortable, and for her self. Pride and bitterness, fortitude and firmness of will, unpretentiousness, but it was early to win the need to pursue his own light," ("Pobut and buttya Marini Tsvєtaєvoi", p. 41).
The color is important and unique. The memory of dignity is a reckless vira in noble habits, beautiful tin, unscrupulous divinity - to drown in it for a long time, until the most fatal sickle-leaf day, the forty-first fate, which she did not experience in the Tatar labuz.
Have a bazhanna approve for herself the price of a vchinka, a shockingly shocked svitsku publication, Marina Tsvєtaєva is similar to the early Volodymyr Mayakovsky, a rebel poet, a mischievous prophet, a disdainful burst of contempt. Rіznitsya mіzh them, mabut, in that, scho Mayakovsky, vdayuchis to epatage, ruinuє svit around himself; Tsvєtaєva f, navpaki, I squeeze in the middle of myself, I don’t let anything there. At the early Mayakovsky there are no houses, there are no houses, there is no evidence and accessibility, at Tsvєtaєvoi there are no houses, obviously a protective skin supple eye.
Marina is a little "zlochinnitsa" who fights against childish rock for tradition, often cannot fit in with her cohan "devil" - the demon of freedom. The behavior of the Tsvєtaєvoi spatka is grave, you’re getting in the way of visiting loved ones "inshy". They are called "bily crows". By the essence of the stench - "not in the light of the tsiyu".
Furious up to one of the early Tsvetaev's verses - "Prayer" (1909):

"Christ and God! I will ask the diva

Now, at once, on the cob of the day!

Oh, let me die, docks

All life is a book for me.

Ty wise, you do not say strictly:

"Be patient, not even the end of the lines."

When you feed me yourself - it’s too big!

I'll ask you all at once - all the way! "

Kozhen, hto ponder in the series, wait a bit, scho zmist їkh rebellion. Yuna poetsa does not bazha pіdkoryatyatsya God danіy radі: "Be patient, not yet the end of the lines." Vona boldly and impatiently declares about her self-sufficiency:

"I want everything: with the soul of a tsigan

Yti pіd pisnі on rozby,

For all suffering, the sound of the organ

I amazon race to fight,

Gadati for the stars in the black vezha,

Lead the kids forward, kryz tin ...

Shcheb will be a legend - the day of yours,

Schob boo madness skin day! "

It is impossible not to viznati, well, the trick of the greats of evil for the Christian mri. Tsvєtaєva it is not necessary to wait for the "madness" of the skin day, abi vin does not turn into a stupid and mediocre life. Marina Ivanivna Tsvєtaєva, in her act of 17 years, is already known, that "peace" and "peace" is not from God of humility and peace. It’s a pity that I don’t fit into the Christian commandments. It’s back and forth. Dignity has become a kazkoy who is not allowed by permissiveness. As long as life is beyond the law: "my soul is of the mittvosti slid", then the payment for such freedom can be guilty of being God's punishment. But nevertheless, it will be nice if you do not want to "fix it from the tip, and finish it to the ear". And if you bless on some lovers, then also on freedom - "on all sides!"
Well, it’s like, it’s like an exaltation of feelings for the authorities to children, especially those of them, who are not safe to travel. Zvychano, tse so. Ale Marina Tsvєtaєva is seen from her one-line vignatka serioznіstu taken by her tone. Once, once and for all, "it was a fatal exchange", it was surrounded by "cryptism" as the restlessness of the soul and freedom of the spirit.
"Fatal exchange" of the hanging of the smilivy shlyakh, albeit with a lot of wine and not consecration to anything, crim, mabut, a one-time, passionate drowning, taken by her for the only one designated as the Share of Love. Rock - terrible and malt - transferred to his wife a floral heroine, like the divine from the ancient addictions Fedru, or Andromache - from the same timelessness to the last. In them, all the "convict addictions were angry in one", in the soul deprived of "the hopelessness of shukak sliv". Tsvєtaєva witddddla and іddіlа to himself at once from usіkh. Wonderful for a miracle, but pay for a new blessed individual. "Easy a stack of weird verses" is expensive, the price is life.
Color and life - food is not easy and big. Vona diznaatsya її by "tremtinnya all are alive", life for her is not trivial - to tear, just once at a time. I will skin the viconano as an important spiritual atrocity. Nothing is seen "simply", everything is simple. "Life: rozkhristana is the joy of grasping from the wound". Tse is quite similar to the famous Onegin "formula" of love. Remember: "I am guilty of being guilty of singing, so I will waggle with you this day." So to speak for the first time in the life in the correct way of Ongin. Pushkin himself will start thinking about happiness, for a new bazhan he will be, like, seemingly, calm and will. Marina Tsvєtaєva yak nibi knew and knew that it was nonsense to talk about the spiritual harbor. Vona viznaє only a romantic tone in roses about heart pores.
At them - and the call of the youth, and even in the world, I saw a rozcharuvan - it is from the drukar leaf of all the same, even more than a fiery addiction to Ongin Aunt. Vaughn, as the heroine is famous, welcome to ask about those who want to vibrate and excite, Ale khibna ("Is it all empty? The deception of an incomprehensible soul. explained in love, yak at vir, without looking back. Such є і Tsvєtaєva. One day you are loved. All her life Marina Ivanivna, like a pushkinska Tetyana, into that fatal sickness, if she gets lost in the Divine - a bazhan's payment for the smitryness of the vchinka.
Ale Diva is not seen. Aunt, not without the wise help of Pushkin, is a unique residual fall into the break of unreasonable love, a happy mine and obtrusive vulgarity of life. Larina know a normal human lot: family, more motherhood. Pushkin call God's law into his viconati - the gallant one for all Christians.
Tsvєtaєva, at all the bends of his own valley (won the bully and named, and the squad, and the mother of three children), will become indifferent, not obeyed by foreign will. Look, so I do not accept God's light from his generous grace. In one of his poetic knowledge, you will proudly mention yourself and such, like you won’t, "walk the heavens."
Justice for the sake of demanding to say, how one poets to be vicious with virshah to God. You won’t be able to see that, if there’s no way, having been consumed by friends and neighbors, once “a cross on the chest” and then at once with those “along the old road, along Kaluzkoyi”. Poetesa learn to share. Ale vona - for those who are worn out by the heart. "Zvir is barlig, mandrivnikov is the road, to the dead is dear. To the skin's own!" Oh dear ti mice on earth, de "dark svіy banquet celebrating pіdpіllya". Vaughn so "wants", but God has the right to join her as "you want to". On the right - go to the land of "world and self-determination", yogo - God's will - look around at her or zehtuvaty her. I todi - "come and get lost in us".
Bilsh of God Tsvєtaєva, mozhlvo, venerated her idol - Pushkin. Ale has gravely learned, how she sings, she took him in her own way, to be purely romantic. Vona ignored those who are Pushkin into the life of a simple upholstery. Win is in the power to bump together and start in front of the "light", and then again his "I" in the new. In the old Pushkin, he got everything to become a human being: і philosophy, і truth, і peace, і rebellion, and submission to God. Tsvєtaєva to the details, I’ll get rid of the real life “didn’t go down.” Vona is a genial romantic.
Why so? Tsvєtaєva is in her own "gods" shvidshe for everything through those who are people in the world not only "without God" (Nietzsche is still genially intelligent for everyone, who came to the XX century), ale and "without Pushkin". Buti "normal", sorry, do not go. Not only "unfashionable", ale and pomilkovo by the very essence. Tsvetaeva as theatrical costumes take on the share of "convict", "ostrozhnitsi", "sailor girl". Vaughn is not worth ni zznіshny prosperity, nі inner peace. Tsvєtaєva vvazhaє itself as an important dancer-tightrope walker, who goes to the mainland. "Dancing crochet walked across the earth! - Heaven's daughter!" - proudly declare about yourself. Voice - poets vpevnena in tsomu! - Daniy їy, which means that everything is "taken". I can only take it for granted fearlessness. Tilki so - mayzhe naoslip - you will pass the gifts, but it is not God, but the mysterious Genin-Teacher walk to the end. Todi and then come Miracle is absolute Freedom is an absolute creative capture. Those rіdkіsne і radіsniy camp, if it is required on behalf of either the spiritually rіvnіy, or nіkhto. I tse - itself is "more terrible" from usyogo, how it is possible to see in the її zvnіshnostі. “I’m all the same, go fly, - write to Pasternak. - I, maybe, my head is immoral (undivine).” I gave: “I know what I want - if I want. soul and soul. If you don't smell or say anything, Nebuvalo Zhakhlivy is a miracle. "
The pohuk of the rіvnogo didn’t bend for her, but by the very essence of his guilt he was tragic: the rіvnogo didn’t come to the call. But after all ... The sphere of piloting respect is seen as heroes, villains, disgraced singers, People's Will, revolutionaries, legendary hearts.
Good for her і Grishka Otrep'ev, і Stepan Razin, і Zhanna D'Arc, і Casanova, and і "Lebedinii stan" lads-bіlogvardіtsіv. All the enchantments of the floral soul are united by one - the spirit of love, the gracious gravity. Їy befitting ti, hto zdatniy lіtati. "Fly, young eagle!" - the capture of the young Mandelstam's won. Tsvєtaєvoi close romantic Blok. Yogo vona is called so - "Almighty of my soul", to the block of mriє vryatuvati from the Maybut Christian Resurrection, virvati from the bream of death, podolati її:

"Rip yogo! Whish!

Trimati! Don't let it go! "

Blots has all the same krilatity. Yogo tragedy - a tragedy smashed against the vulgar land of an angel. Life is people! - signified sp_vaka ("Do not be crooked. Signs walking"). Vona is ready to pray for the resurrection of Blok, ale wanted to turn this only sky - a worldless blakity. Tsvєtaєva's oversights to give a new life, ale hope for a light creative flight, she still has no hope. Zvidsi - a girly thought about those who, maybe, "hibna ... feat and for nothing - pratsi?" Thus, yak Block and won, it is important for the middle of people. It is easy to live according to the romantic law: if not against everything, then everything against you. Tsvєtaєva samostіyna. Who can not forgive neither friends nor Gods.
Singing with skin rock all the more hospitable she saw her vision from those of them. It’s boring for a crowd of wicked people. Tsvєtaєva vmіє buti mercilessly to "summer residents", "kramar", until all quiet, hto zdatny life "in life, yak won є". Adzhe tse about them - "skinny, і sighted", about them - "goyayuyutsya - vvvazvu pumping up", stench check "kokhannya, not brightened up with no parting, no knife." In the world of such love, there is no boom.
At the new one, everything is opuque and overdone, nuances are dumb. For Marina Tsvєtaєvoi, "God is a zanadot god, a worm is a zanadot worm, a hand is a zanadto hand, a spirit is a zanad spirit."
"Dialectics of Souls" - those, which are unlikely to be attributed to artists-daruvalniks. The type of Tsvєtaєvoi is the same type. The "donors" are good to themselves, do not accept the "good" and "prayer" of the wounds of the soul. "Daruvalnik" is not enough. Among them, bezperechno, Mayakovsky, rebellious Asenin, our fearless suitor Volodymyr Visotsky, perhaps, betily shy in the filthy and good Yevtushenko. So, all the stinks are not frantic to a big introspection, I want creativity and rationality. Alle, it’s just one thing — it’s hard to become and bey — like everything. Such artists feel like a deprivation at the edge of the unabable "bend", their share is low in extreme: angry, fall, rozcharuvannya, peremogi.
All the poetic share of Maryna Tsvєtaєvoi, for the sovereign viznannyam, fit into three viguki: "ah!", "Oh!", "Ex!"

"To the organ and to the sound of the tambourine

Rumor - and one for all:

Oh - if it's important, and oh - if it's wonderful,

And zagalom is dumb - ex! "

"Ah: open up to the heart.

Warehouse, on yaku to die.

Ah, tse zavіsa - raptom - open.

Oh: draft clamp. "

The earth is wicked to see for Tsvєtaєvoi shvidko, vishcha - tragedy - vimagha as special efforts of his own involvement. Zvidsey - with the skin rock of growing slowness and poetic moving. Speak all more and more about simple in її reasonable speeches and appearances, Tsvєtaєva becomes all less accessible to the common reader. The road is not easy, the road is not from the "folding" romantic to the "simple" realistic (like Pushkin, Pasternak, Zabolotskiy), but from the romantically simple (childish bottom, fantasy) to the romantically unhappy, by the day, over-human.
"Vi - lyudin ... how unhumanly majestic the role of Vi played in the moment", - to be recognized in one of the leaves of zakokhiv in this human extraordinary, ale constantly worried about the unpreparedness of Pasternak.
For those who want to involve themselves with a price and quietly whom she loved, Tsvєtaєva Bula is great. Maybe bootie, only in tsomu і fell її sign.

In "Rozmovi z genієm" yak bi pіdіb'є pidsumok:

"If there are two rows

Can't I know? "

"- Hto if - mіg !!" -

"Torturi!" - "Be patient."

"Mown meadow -

Kovtka! "-" wheeze:

Aje tezh - sound! "

"Lviv, not squads

A business. "-" Children:

rozpatrali -

Having slept - Orpheus! "

"So i in truni?"

- "I go to school".

"I can't sleep."

- "Tse sleep!"

Chi tse is not overwhelmed, involved in life? This is not to be found in the cries of Pushkin himself. "The hearts of the people have fallen with words!" - all the same, it’s okay. To the Prophet Pushkin є, tell people. Tsvєtaєvoi - guests of the XX century - are often dumb about and tell anyone. Maybe bootie, then there is a world of offensive time to come to the land of deafness:

"Aje all the same - I think it is not reasonable,

Aje all the same - who rozbere? - I say ".

And the essence, melodiously, is not in the verses, but in the tsvєtaєvskiy "terrible gift". Chi did not get angry without one, she wondered about the whole thing. The readers took a whole lot of gifts for their modest upholstery rakhunok.

Myslivtsiv repeat її shlyakh doesn’t overwhelm the midst of the occasional singing. The bendants took with them the room of the rest of the willowy stribka in the absence of a day.

"Doctors know us in morz

For the world to great hearts. "

Romantics are more romantic.

“Marina Ivanivna Tsvєtaєva was born in Moscow on the 26th spring of 1892, on Saturday for a week, it’s about Ioanna the Theologian, in the very heart of the place, in a small place, along the Tryokhprudny provinces, a quiet buzzard, as soon as I sat down to the saddle.

Vaughn gave me a word and was not prophesied to such biographical details, deceiving those who were harsh, cordon, breakdown: “on Saturday for a week”, “opyvnochi”, “on John the Theologian ...”.

At the time of the nation, in the autumn and in the winter beforehand, it is hot to bear the fruit of the hump - guessed in the young verses, it will become like a bi symbol of the flower valley, girkoy, broken, it is acclaimed to be burnt, high purity:

"It's hot with penzel,

Gorobina flared up.

Leaves fell.

I was born.

Hundreds have spied,

Dzvoniv.

Buv Saturday:

John the Theologian.

Meni and dosi,

I want a grizzly

Hot gorobins

Girku brush ".

Gorobin can rightfully be included in the poetical heraldry of Tsvєtaєvoi.

Father Tsvєtaєvoi Buv a vikhіdz from the bіnnoі silskoy priesthood, the bearers of the inescapable talent and "two-core" (behind the daughters) pratsovitosti іn becoming a professor-master of art, a prominent icon of antiquity. Not vaguely in the Tsvєtaєvoi rich mythological images and reminiscents - won, perhaps, became a poet in Russia, for which ancient mythology has evolved into a necessary and provocative spiritual atmosphere.

Mati, Marya Oleksandrivna Mayin, she resembled a grown-up Polish-Nimetsian motherland, she was gifted with panic, but she realized, however, her talent was deprived of her at home, and Rubinstein was bursting with Anton Rubinstein. Musical ear of corn has been viciously strong in flower creativity. Marina Tsvєtaєva took light Persh for everything by ear, it is pragmatic to know for the sound she has caught by the possibility of the same verbally - meaningful form. Tsvєtaєva appeared, with a tin harp: the revelation of the era of stosuvavsya strings yak bi krym apparently will “viconavtsya”. Marina and her sister Anastasia Tsvєtaevi were orphaned early - her mother died of tuberculosis, if she was older, Marina, Bulo 14, and Anastasia - 12 years. Daddy, getting involved in science and starting the museum, loving children, and without thinking, how to grow up the stench. That is not a vipadkovo Marina grew up in a pose of reality: in the light of culture, books, music, mriy, she grew up, behind the words, “past” an hour.

At 16 rockies, Marina began to play a drukuvatisya. Before the revolution in Russia, there were three books of the War: "Evening Album" (1910), "Charivny Likhtar" (1912) and "Three Books" (1913). In 20-tі rocky, two books have been seen with the same name "versts", de boula selected lyric 1914-1921 rockіv. On the cob itself creative way Tsvєtaєva did not recognize the word "poetesa" according to her introduction to herself, calling herself "Marina Tsvєtaєva sings."

The old days of the pre-revolutionary history did not work out much of the past. Bagato piznishe won’t say, “He sings chuє tilki svo, bach tilki svo, know tilki svo."

persha svitova vіynaі the revolution has baked ї ї іѕіlki, її splintered the share of її man and children.

I got to know the won with my maybutnim cholovik S.Ya. Efronom in Koktebel: Marina violated the deserted beach of Serdolikovo Bay. There she walked in the jokes of beautiful stones. And on the lavts, on the aphids of the endless sea, there was an ugly Yunak. Vin vozgolosivsya to help Marina, the one who was flooded with her blakitnye ochim, didn’t wait. Tsvєtaєva wondered about herself: if I’ll help you, what kind of stone will be added to it, and if you bring it, then you will see it for a new one. About tse znayomstvі poetesa pіznіshe zgaduval: "And with a stone - zbulosya, more S.Ya. Efron, for whom I, having been daughter of 18 years, went through the first day of knowledge, and gave me the best child! - genuezka serdolikova bead, yak and until the whole day with me. "

First: “At Krimu's, I’m visiting Max Voloshin, I’m watching my maybut’s cholovik, Sergiy Efron. We are 17 and 18 years old. I will insult myself, well, I wouldn’t trap, I will not part with him ”. In Moscow in 1939, Tsvєtaєva confirmed the date in all of the seventeen years of the general public. And that "sardolikova bead" herself has overtaken the participants in the described podias: in 1973, she was in the hands of her daughter, Ariadny Efron.

Sergiy Efron, having walked from the homeland of the People's Will. Yogo mother, Alizaveta Petrivna Durnovo, a bully of a kind noble family, however, did not, however, ask the other people to help all the nobles to join the revolutionary organization "Earth and Will". Yakiv Kostyantinovich (Kalmanovich) Efron was like from the Jewish homeland, from the Viennese province. In her own mighty cholovik Marina bachila vtіtinya nobility and at the same time bezahisnostі. The participants in the game meant that in the opinion of Marini before Sergiy, the mother's bulo bulo - and Efron, having demanded opіkі and pіkluvannya. Know those relatives described him in a pictorial way. A little more agreed in the fact that he was a ugly youngster, with a soft character, that he needed a squad leader.

Anastasia Ivanivna loved her "soft, gracious, adorable relative."

Efron, tuberculosis ailment due to the death of his mother in 1910, all life was caused by poor health. Sergiy Yakovych couldn’t transfer the culture of the Crimean culture, for that young people nezabarno moved to the Ufa province, the stars of the spring of 1911 turned to Moscow. Father Tsvєtaєvoi todі buv severely ill and lіkuvavya at the health resorts for the hearts of the cordon. In an ochіkuvannі seryoznoї rozmov and with a dad about zіzhzhya Tsvєtaєva settled the maybutny cholovіk in her booth in Trekhprudny provulka. After a dozen hour, the stench settled in the apartment in Sivtsevoy Vrazhka, where Lilya and Vira Efron, the sisters of Sergia, and also Olena Ottobal - a long time ago Voloshin (Pra) from Koktebel, traveled to them. Efron Buv the youngest of his Maybut squad at the Rik. At that hour I wrote the book "Dignity" and introduced me to the school. Marina was ready to go to each other with a collection of vershivs "Charivny Likhtar". Quiet, holy celebration of Tsvєtaєvoi and Efron was returned on the 27th of 1912 to the rock in Palashevska Church. Far from all of them have created a slave to the captives. We rule the monarchists Tsvєtaєvih and Іlovaiskim not to the soul passed the revolutionary moods and the evreyske proclamation Efron. Marina Bula herself is happy. We almost knew the image from the verse "On the radio", assigned to the cholovikov. The book of Sergiy Yakovich “Dynasty” and the collector of Tsvєtaєvoi “Charivny Likhtar” came out with an uncanny song of fun at the vidavnistva “Ole Lukoyu”, as the young family fell asleep. The governess of the Tsvєtaєvoi family, S.D. Maine (Tjo), helped the young to buy booths on Polyana, in Zamoskvorichchia.

Ariadna was born at Veresna 1912 in the ts'm booth. In 1914, the young couple moved to the first booth, roasted in Borisoglebskiy Provulok, de Tsvєtaєva lived until the very end of Russia in 1922.

The first rocky of the social life is bully happy. Marina Ivanivna wrote: “I constantly tremble over him. From the smallest hvilyuvannya, the temperature rises, it's all hot spraga ...

For three - or maybe three - the rock of a social life - one in one. Our shlyub is not so much like an extravagant shlyub, but I don’t see myself as others and I don’t change (I love the same and I live the same way, like in 17 years). Mi nicoli are not separated. Our scene is a miracle. " Varto still mean that behind the character of the stench there were two big people. Sergiy needed to serve such ideas: a handful of Marina's wholeheartedly, sometimes - the virginity of Batkivshchyna, sometimes - communism. Tsvєtaєva served the word and mystery. Mark the Slonim zgaduvav, but Marina, as a matter of fact, didn’t love anyone, except her own cholovik. Tsvєtaєva lost all life with Efron, who followed him. However, in the її life and іnshi, it was an hour to finish the unsuccessful Romani. In 1915, Efron went to the front as a volunteer. " “The motivating cause of such an unsupported vchinka of the biographers is the novel by Marini with the poet Sophia Parnok and the crisis in her friends’s stosons. Tsvєtaєva and Parnok knew their rock in 1914 in one of the literary salons. Sofia Yakivna Bula is older than Marini Ivanivnya on the same rock. At the moment of his creation, he was already announced by the independent literary critic and talented poet. Tsvєtaєva immediately consumed the food. A young boy from his youth and until his death, a young woman with women, who from 1907 to 1909 became friends with the poet Volodymyr Volkenstein. Marina loved her kohana, groaning with dark eyes, a high chol, bland and puffy lips. At the ear of 1915, the Tsvєtaєva svoryu virsh virsh "You pass your way ..." Parnok danced in her own, behind the words of Tsvєtaєvoi, "the need for a woman, the zuhvalist of a boy." Sheds 1915 rockets Marina and Sofia go to Koktebel, before they come to Alya with nanny and sister Anastasia with blue. Tsvєtaєva in the middle of this tsіlkom understood all the hardships of their camp and grew up almost to Parnok and to the cholovіk. If the women turned to the capital, it became zerous, but the women went to the end.

In the fierce 1916 rock, the romance ended. It happened in a hundred-and-a-half way with Sofia Parnok, і know self-reliance, і know bіl vrat.

The details of the rosary were left unavailable. The ups and downs of the novel, with a part of vimisla, were depicted in the floral cycle "Girlfriend" and "Yunatskikh Virshah". Tsі vіdnosini left a trace in the life and creativity of both poets, for Maryna Ivan the stench has become an important stage of poetic and spiritual development. "

“Tsvєtaєvoi had two daughters - Ariadna and Irina. Sin Georgiy in emigration. In the hunger rock of the "military communism" Tsvєtaєva Bula was put before a tragic vibe: she didn’t have a lot of energy to blow away both girls, and the young Irina won the Bula was moved to go to the barn, the girl died from the hunger.

The beauty of life tragedies in the first rock of the revolution (the failure of the cholovik's share, the lack of time, hunger, Irina's death) bolsh nіzh quickly informed about її vіrshakh. All the same was done to the Tsvєtaєvoi in the opinion of the imperative in Russia. For the main reason of the її emigratsії, there was a pragmatic attitude to the cholovik.

At the road 1922 to the rock of Tsvєtaєva emigruval. In emigration, Marina bully has a lot of self - without the Russian Russian land, the pose of the emigrant middle. Vaughn dedicated to the virshi Russian people, the podgy of the current Russian history, it was flooded to see about Mayakovsky, Pasternak, Asenin. For their borderline power and humanity, for sub'active honesty, they pay for it, so they ceased to be friends in the emigrant press, having surrounded the possibility of living for life and having allowed contact with the necessary skin creator. The visualization of the color from the emigrant middle of the bull is tied to the position occupied by the person. Lies in a row of scandals, S.Ya. Efron buv the thoughts of tikati z France. The emigration was sent from the "agent of Moscow" squad. Only a few friends of the family have lost their virginity to the disgraced Vignanka.

There was a meal about turning in Russia. M.I. Tsvєtaєva rozumіla, like folding checks її in Batkіvshchyna, - but all the same, I dare to turn around. The head of rice of the Tsvєtaєvoi-poet and people: virility, manhood, visoki understanding about honor.

Vaughn thinks first for everything about loved ones: think, you can help your homeland, that synovia in Russia will be good. The credo of life is circulated in the leaves until the very knowledge of A. Teskova: “You cannot throw a person in a house, I am born from a child”. The godly and hard light of the "gallant" capital has swallowed up his throat in a loop. A cholovik and a daughter have been settled. I will hold onto the book of verses. "Well-being" singing is given at the address of the irony studs, assimilated from what it would not be helpful. Nemaє alive to Blok, Gumelev, Asenin, Mayakovsky and Mandelstamp. Yak in the rock of "military communism", dumb in life.

On the ear of the Great Victory Day, Tsvєtaєva called out, she was afraid that she would not be able to blow the blood away. On the ear of a sickle won at once with a group of writers in a small place on Kama Elabuga. Tsvєtaєva Bula is ready for anything, Abi otrimati wants a robot.

• On the 26th sickle won, I wrote an application to the Literature about the plans to accept it for a robot in a dish. Ale і in tsyu їy bulo introduced.
• 31 serpnya 1941 the great Russian sings to the rock Marina Ivanivna Tsvєtaєva voluntarily went out of her life. In one of the notes before her death, there are rows: “But I didn’t showcase the vibachte”.

In his own glances, the won bulla is not less poetic, but not in his verses.

Marina Ivanivna became one of the most beautiful, self-absorbed and zukhvalikh poets of the Middle Ages. Vona snapped her voice not with her mind, but with her soul. For her, writing was not the style of a professional, but a necessary self-expression. For all the difficult life of Marina Tsvєtaєvoya, she has accumulated the styles of the most soulful sentiments and bustling emotions, but in one way of transforming the price - we have brought in more rows of words.

The first collection of the її її їївіршіv "Evening Album" has played the light, if the Flowers have been honored 18. Won has let the yogo on her pennies. The first croc on the literary field - and immediately victorious to the suspension and traditions, which was accepted. At the same time, it has been accepted that they are seriously singing from a collection of publications about them in magazines, and also, later, having increased their popularity, they see great books. Ale Marina Ivanivna Nicoli did not follow everything, did not adhere to orders, which were not reasonable. Pidporodkovuvalasya won’t be the one that was playing in the heart. But maybe, in fact, there are so many abrupt turns and tragic moments in the valley. If you go your way across everything - get a rizikush.

Ale vona was not afraid to put everything on the line. The loud voice of the poet sounded like a revolution, since there was a revolution in the land, since there was a thought to come to the lane of daughters, and to see if she herself was moved by the head of Sergiy the Ephronom to leave Battleship. A lot of misery fell upon her; The strings of the soul were chipping away, the stench was transformed into a piercing poetry, or it got lost on the sides of a special schoolboy. Older little girl, Ariadna, Tsvєtaєva got taken away from the loft, ale young, Irina, died in yogo walls. In emigration, a poet was born by Sin Georgy, and Marin Ivanovna herself had friends with literary stakes;

Marina Tsvєtaєva with her daughter Ariadna

Protest in the other half of the 30s, new tragic events were introduced in the life of the world. Cholovik appeared honorable before being politically driven and then back to the SRCP. And in a hundred-and-a-half days with Tsvєtaєvoїa’s daughter, there was a serious breakdown - Ariadna went out of the mother’s booth, and, like a daddy, she turned to Batkivshchyna. For Marini Ivanivnytsia it was a strong blow. At this point, the decision was made for a little bluebird, in Europe there was a need for war, and the order did not overwhelm people, who could help and educate.

Tsvєtaєva priizhzhaє in the SRSR, but do not bring the lodging. Nawpaki, gloom more zushchayutsya over її head. Practically at the same time, the turn of the cholovik and the daughter of Buli Areshtovani, and Druha Svitova, who hunted the whole of Europe, went to the cordons Radiansky Union... Vona go with blue to Elabuga. Boris Pasternak will help you to get ready to travel and lay down the speeches of those who come here. Win a motose, to tie a valise. Vona showed up even more mіtsnoyu, and Pasternak navіt thаt firetruv: "The motorbike is all showcased, I want to go." Winning and not knowing that the word to appear as prophets was then passed on to you, that it itself was not happy motuztsi Tsvєtaєva і appeared in Alabuzi. Navigate yourself strong people now is the moment, if the rest of the drip re-ranks the cup of grief, as the stench of good wine.

Tsvєtaєva lived as a reserve, she spent a lot of time living for herself without surplus. Lyubov іnodі called on her, like a snig on her head. They could not navigate the Uzi to the boat. Vona threw herself at the vir, the risikuval, the bully was happy and unbearably unhappy.

Іnshі said: "Marina, so do not be bothered!"

We chose the most beautiful quotes from the special schoolchildren, autobiographical works, sheets and tips.

“I can’t - if you’re going to kill me - but Lyudin thought that it would be necessary for me to do it. I need leather, I’m more non-aggressive. Ale іnshі, most often, do not go hungry, do not feel hungry, respect: what am I needed? "

“Women are not to love the choloviks, but Lyubov, the choloviks are not Lyubov, but the female. Nicoli women do not cheer. Choloviks are a must "

“For more narrow-mindedness of souls, the narrow-mindedness of the soul is needed, more, well - the spirit, why isn't the rhythm of the soul? Otzhe, people were alone with one thought, treba, but the stench was gone, or else they were lying around "

"How can you nobility about me, since I haven't slept or had a drink?"

“Love is theatrical, Kohanets is the doorway, Friend is unassigned. To the unloving land! "

"Kozhen times, if I know that I love less people - I am amazed, not to love - I am amazed, ale more amazed, if people are less bogey"

"The first glance of love - the nikorotsha is seen between two dots, that is divine straight, like dumb other"

“The first step of the woman over the cholovik is the rapprochement of the cholovik about yogh kohannya to the last. And the residual peremoga is the talk of the whole society about his love until now, about his love before her. It became apparent to me that your love is mine. I leave it mute, it is impossible to sleep quietly "

"Navigation and Garne Vihovannya: Cyluvatisya on Vi"

“To love - to bachiti a person in such a way, as if God had conceived and the father didn’t live. If you don’t love it, you can bachit the people like that, like the fathers did. Love - bachiti replace new: style, style "

“Hear and remember: everyone who laughs at the blessing of someone is a fool or a non-man; most often - and those, and іnshe ... If a person is drunk in a halepa, it’s not a matter of ... I expose - tse pidlo. Such smіkh - grіkh ... "

"Thank you, who loved me less, because the stench gave me the belonging of love to others, and thank you, who did not love me, because the stench gave me the belonging of love to myself"

“Dovgo, dovgo, - from the very childhood, from the quiet feast, as I remember myself - I was healthy, but I want to, they loved me less. Now I know and I seem to skin: I don’t need love, I don’t need intelligence. For me - love. Otherwise, what you call love (sacrifice, virility, jealousy), to take care of them, for the others, is not necessary for me "

“We can love a human being one tenokh, lovingly - a lot - two. Neludski - wait for one ... "

“Feel the need for more information, it’s too early to know that it’s riverbed. I will feel no robiti on the periphery of the visible, here - in the center, there itself - the center. I will feel the years of shukati on the roads, I know how to come and bring - in yourself "

“I don’t love you any more. I didn’t stand, - life was trapped. I don’t think about you, no lies, prokadyuchis, no nights, no sleep, no on the street, no music, - nikoli. Yakbi Wee fell in love with your woman, I would laugh - because of the raucous mischief - and thought - because of the trick - about you and about her. I - entered the gree. "

“Oh, my God, but it seems that there are no souls! And why do I hurt at once? - Chi is not a tooth, not a head, not a hand, not a breast, - dumb, breasts, in breasts, there, de dikhash, - I dyhagoko: do not hurt, ale the whole hour it hurts, the whole hour is not, unbearable! "

"If you love a lyudin, you really want to, wink pishov, wow about new thoughts"

“People are jealous only to one thing: self-reliance. Chi does not forgive only one thing: self-reliance. To take revenge only for one thing: self-reliance. Before - that - for those who will be alone "

“Life - there is no cage and no end to latati, - and no trimmings (no trimmings for me, dumb for trimatisya, - vibrate men tsyu sumnu, suvoru grieves). If I am reeling in life, I see myself as a small little Svejk, as I can’t make a beautiful child, I can’t hurt myself, but I can’t hurt myself, and I see everything: knives, mothers, threads, sleep. Bilya vikna, behind yakim endlessly there are boards "

“I move, I don’t wonder at you, and I see that for the first time I’m jealous. Tse is a sum of pride, self-esteem, girkoti, imaginary baiduzhost, and dear stumping "

“All on the right in the one that we loved, our hearts beat - how would we beat vschent! I was eager to break up, and all my greats are the most common heart friends "

“I’m nikoli, you know, I didn’t become a farbuvati of lips. Inappropriately? Hi, charming. Just a skinny, intelligent fool on the streets, you might think, I’m for a new one ”

“To respect you with a close people, We have tried less than suffering, as well as outsiders, - We have brought only good things for me. I didn’t see you like that, I didn’t see you, I fought in my own for the skin, so that against the skin ”

“I often, sit for the first time with people, in the middle of a canoe swing, a divine thought: -“ And what if I kiss at once ?! "- More erotic than God? - Ні. Those well, mabut, at the grave in front of the headquarters, - I'll put chi ni? Will I put chi ni? - With the help of gravitational services "

“I want to sleep with you - sleep in and sleep in. Divovizne is a word for the people, yak gliboko, yak vіrno, yak unambiguously, like exactly those who can speak. Simply - sleep. And nothing more. Nі, shche: shave your head in your shoulder, and your hand - on your right - and nothing more. It’s not so much: to wind in the arch of the nobility, well. First: hear, how to sound your heart. I - yogo tsiluvati "

“There is something rich in life that cannot be captured by words.
There are few slavs on Earth ... "