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The Russian poet of the Silver Age passed away when she was 48 years old, but her memory lives on in her works. Marina Tsvetaeva lived a difficult life, but she remained a rebel forever.

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The future poetess Marina Tsvetaeva was born on October 8, 1892. She was the daughter of Moscow University professor Ivan Tsvetaev - founder of the Museum of Fine Arts, which is now the State Museum of Fine Arts named after A.S. Pushkin on Volkhonka. Marina lost her parents early. Her mother died of consumption when the girl was only 14 years old, and after 7 years she lost her father as well. In the future poet, two characters were constantly manifested - paternal devotion to the idea, hard work and maternal passionate intolerance.

Today marks the 125th anniversary of Tsvetaeva's birth. Unfortunately, she died in 1941, when she was 48 years old. became very difficult for her, since she lived in poverty, starved and was engaged only in translations. At that time, to the question “why don't you write poetry,” Marina answered that they pay for translations, but “not for their own”. When the poetess was 19 years old, she met her future husband with 18-year-old Sergei Efron. Their acquaintance took place in the Crimea at the Koktebel dacha with the poet Maximilian Voloshin, and after half a year they got married. Their life was not easy: first the war, the post-revolutionary disorder, then Sergei's participation in the White movement and the three-year separation. They also had to go through the death of their youngest daughter, and after returning from emigration, Efron and their eldest daughter Ariadne were arrested.

However, there was also a period of love in the life of the rebel Tsvetaeva. At 22, she met the poetess Sophia Parnok - this is the first author in Russian literature to declare a woman's right to extraordinary love. at first sight and memories of their love remained to live in Tsvetaeva cycle of 17 poems "Girlfriend". Marina wrote poems that were very ardent and shocking for that time, so they were published only in 1976. Since childhood, Tsvetaeva was in love, and the gender of the object of attention was not important. The poetess had her own categorical opinion about restrictions on the right to choose: “To love only women (a woman) or only men (a man), knowingly excluding the usual opposite - what a horror! But only women (man) or only men (woman), deliberately excluding unusual family - what a boredom! ".

"On the eve of the 125th anniversary of Marina Tsvetaeva's birth, the demand for her works has almost doubled, as evidenced by the results of an analytical measurement carried out on the eve of the author's birthday," Mikhailova noted.

The most popular, according to the head of the book network, remain collections of selected poems by Tsvetaeva, popular diaries of the poet - "I am not a love heroine" and letters from Marina Tsvetaeva and Boris Pasternak "Through the hard times of the era ...: letters of 1922-1936".



Senior researcher at the Tsvetaeva House-Museum in Bolshev and the Tsvetaeva House-Museum in Moscow, literary historian, bibliophile Lev Mnukhin told TASS about the reasons for the demand for the poetess among the modern reader.

Interest in her work, according to Mnukhin, is explained by Tsvetaeva's amazing formulas, which pierce the soul and are well remembered.



“Her poetry is an encyclopedia of passion, an encyclopedia of love in a good sense of the word,” he noted. “Tsvetaeva opens the language to the reader. Very often, both in prose and in poetry, she was expressed in formulas, listen carefully:

"Friend - there is action", "Road reproach - point-blank". There are many such formulas. "

Another secret of popularity lies in versatility. "There is no genre where it is not presented in the most powerful way - poetry, prose, drama, philosophical articles, epistolary creativity", - notel Lev Mnukhin.

"Her letters are a continuation of prose, but with such facts thatsome can only be found there, ”he said. - Last year the last fifth volume of the collection "Marina Tsvetaeva. Letters" was published. Everything is there - up to the suicide notes, and with drafts. This is a wonderful gift for her anniversary both for specialists and for readers. "



Mnukhin said that he has been studying the work of the poetess for more than 50 years and is still learning new things. “I was fascinated by Marina Ivanovna’s prose. I started reading“ The Captive Spirit ”,“ The House of Old Pimen, ”and could no longer stop,” the researcher shared. “You know, I still read and find something new. , deep, in general, bottomless poetry.

Tsvetaeva whips throughedge, with such a fusion of meaning and word. "

"She should not be imposed in any way. You must enter into her work gradually," he noted. "Read the poems of 1915-1917. Then Tsvetaeva becomes a real poet.

Familiar to the steppes - eyes,
Accustomed to tears - eyes
Green - salty -
Peasant eyes!

It would be a simple woman -
We would always pay for the stay -
All the same - funny -
Green eyes.

It would be a simple woman -
I would use my hand to protect myself from the sun,
I would swing - I would be silent,
Downcast eyes.

A guy with a tray was walking by ...
Sleeping under a monk's scarf
Humble - sedate -
Peasant eyes.

Familiar to the steppes - eyes,
Eyes accustomed to tears ...
What they saw - they won't give out
Peasant eyes!



Although the true Tsvetaeva is the 1920s. You go from the very beginning, read children's poems and suddenly come up to "Poems to Blok" or "Poems about Moscow", and you already start to like it and you want to go further, further. "
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Poems to Blok

Alexander Blok in the life of Marina Tsvetaeva was the only poet whom she considered not as a fellow craft, but a deity from poetry and whom she worshiped as a deity.

Your name is a bird in your hand
Your name is a piece of ice on your tongue
One single movement of the lips
Your name is five letters.
The ball caught on the fly
A silver bell in my mouth
A stone thrown into a quiet pond
Sob what your name is.
In the light clicking of the night hooves
Your loud name is thundering.
And he will call him to our temple
Ringing trigger.
Your name - oh, you can't! -
Your name is a kiss in the eye
In the gentle cold of motionless eyelids,
Your name is a kiss in the snow.
Key, icy, blue sip.
With your name - deep sleep.

They never met, only, at the performances of "Orpheus", so Tsvetaeva called Blok: "... But my river and your river,
but my hand and your hand will not come together ... "
Marina transmitted through Alya / Ariadna Efron - the daughter of Marina Tsvetaeva and Sergei Efron / poems dedicated to him

In Moscow, the domes are burning!
In Moscow - the bells are ringing!
And the tombs stand in a row, -
Queens sleep in them, and kings.

And you don't know that the dawn is in the Kremlin
It is easier to breathe - than on the whole earth!
And you don't know that the dawn is in the Kremlin
I pray to you - until dawn!

And you pass over your Neva
About that time, as over the river-Moscow
I stand with my head down
And the lanterns stick together.

I love you with all my insomnia
I will heed you with all my insomnia -
About that time, as throughout the Kremlin
The bell ringers wake up ...

But my river - yes with your river,
But my hand - yes with your hand

They will not converge, my joy, until
Do not overtake the dawn - dawn.

Marina Tsvetaeva 1916

From May 1st to May 18th Marina Tsvetaeva writes 7 more poems for Blok.
This is an attempt at icon painting in verse, the image of the Poet's "Face":

"I won't drive my nail into my hand, pale from kissing ...
I will bow to the wax holy face only from afar "

Tsvetaeva transforms the prayer into verses:

You go to the West of the Sun
You will see the evening light
You go to the West of the Sun
And a blizzard covers the trail.

Past my windows - impassive -
You will pass in the silence of the snow
My beautiful righteous man
Quiet light of my soul.

And, standing under the slow snow,
Kneel down in the snow
And in your holy name,
I kiss the evening snow. -

Where the majestic gait
You passed in deathly silence
Quiet light - holy glory -
Almighty of my soul.

Marina Tsvetaeva


Akhmatova and Tsvetaeva in the images of Egyptian women. Monument "Silver Age", Odessa

Today is the 125th anniversary of the birth of the genius poetess. In connection with this date, questions arise: why was her personal fate so tragic? Who contributed to her death?
What led Marina Tsvetaeva to commit suicide at the age of 49: a serious illness or mental breakdown associated with the arrest of her husband, who was subsequently shot and her daughter, sent to the camps for eight years? Or maybe her friend Boris Pasternak was unintentionally to blame for her death, who did not persuade Marina to stay in Moscow, but, on the contrary, while packing her things, tied her suitcase with a strong rope on which she hung herself? They say that he joked that the rope was strong - "at least hang yourself." Then until the end of his life he could not forgive himself for this stupid joke.
By the way, in 1943, after Marina's death, he wrote:
What can I do to please you?
Give me news of this sometime.
In the silence of your departure
There is an unspoken reproach.

It is possible that her premature death was facilitated by the employees of the NKVD, who blackmailed the poet literally until the last minute of her life. Or blind love for her son, who at the age of 16, in other words, at a critical, pubertal age, began to reproach her for a hasty departure from Moscow, where he had many friends, in the hearts of the mother who abandoned his mother gloomy prophetic words: “Well, someone they will carry us out of here feet first! " And she, who adored him, chose to die herself, leaving a suicide note to her son: “Forgive me, but it would have been worse. I am seriously ill, this is no longer me. Love you so much. Understand that I could no longer live. Tell Dad and Ale - if you see that you loved them until the last minute, and explain that you are at a dead end. " What a ridiculous note addressed to a teenager who, by the way, did not even show up for his mother's funeral! In another note, she begged those around her to take her son to Chistopol and not bury her alive. In the third note, addressed to Nikolai Aseev, she begged to adopt her Moore (Georgy) and make sure that he studied. The text of this note testifies to the hopelessly upset psyche of the desperate poetess: “I have 150 rubles in my bag. And if you try to sell my things. In the trunk there are several handwritten books of poetry and a pack of prints of prose. I entrust them to you, take care of my dear Moore, he is of very fragile health. Love like a son - you deserve it.
And forgive me - I couldn't bear it. MC.
Don't ever leave him. I would be crazy happy if he lived with you. If you leave, take it with you. Don't quit. " Comments, as they say, are superfluous. True, Anna Akhmatova tried to challenge the fact of Tsvetaeva's deep mental disorder: “I know there is a legend that she committed suicide, having become mentally ill, in a moment of depression. Don't believe this. Time killed her ... We were healthy - the environment was insane: arrests, executions, suspicion ... "Alas, Akhmatova, not being a specialist in psychiatry, tried to generalize inappropriately, without thinking about why she, who survived no less losses and harassment, nevertheless withstood the bitter blows of fate. The psyche of her and of many others turned out to be stronger than that of Tsvetaeva. However, this circumstance gives Marina a chance for leniency at God's judgment. In 1943, Boris Pasternak reflected on Tsvetaeva's posthumous fate:
Face turned to God
You reach out to Him from the ground,
As in the days when you have a total
They haven't let her down yet.

All bad things suddenly intertwined into a tragic knot in Tsvetaeva's life: her husband Sergei Efron, who wished to return from Paris to Russia, began to cooperate with the special services, which was then falsely accused and shot. Marina's sister and daughter were imprisoned, the relationship with her son did not go well, there was no work or money.

But she was brought up in an intelligent noble family: her father is a professor of philology, founder of the Museum of Fine Arts, her mother is a gifted artist, musician, who knew five European languages. However, Marina herself perfectly knew the main European languages. The formal Orthodox service left a dark imprint on her childhood memories: “Service for me is a funeral service. Where the priest is, there is a coffin. God for me was fear ... God was a stranger. "
In 1915, she expressively declared her battle against God:
I did not observe the commandments, did not go to communion.
It can be seen until the lithium is sung over me,
I will sin - as I sin - as I sinned: with passion!
By the Lord given to me by the senses - all five!

In the poem "In vain with an eye - like a nail" from the "Tombstone" cycle, dedicated to the memory of the poet N. Gronsky, who died in the Parisian metro in an accident, Tsvetaeva polemicizes with the church tradition, rejecting immortality in the memory of posterity, since "a large part of my life remains ", - as Derzhavin wrote.
Not you - not you - not you - not you.
No matter what the priests sing to us,
That death is life and life is death,
God is too God, the worm is too worm.

Yuri Lotman, analyzing this poetic text, notices that the author is polemicizing with the entire Russian tradition of interpreting the seventh verse of Psalm 21: "I am a worm, not a man, reproach among people and contempt among the people." The assertion of “priests” does not abolish the separation of life and death, but only changes their places, explaining earthly life by death, and death by genuine life. But the church idea that “you” was dead in life and only now became truly alive is discarded (“not you”), as well as the opposite: “You were alive and became dead”.
Lotman emphasizes that with Tsvetaev's maximalism, the text of the poem proclaims the identity of the complete preservation of the internal and the destruction of the external.
At the age of 17, a young poet exclaimed:

Christ and God! I long for a miracle
Now, now, at the beginning of the day!
Oh let me die while
The whole life is like a book for me.

This “Book of Life” must be filled with spiritually useful content before God and only God can close it. At 28, she writes beautiful lines:
The whole sea needs the whole sky
A whole heart needs all God.

The priest's granddaughter, Marina Tsvetaeva, was anxious about the Bible, knew it from childhood. On November 19, she wrote to Pasternak: “I have a request for you: give me a Bible for Christmas: German, certainly in Gothic, not large, but not pocketable: natural. And write it down. I will carry with me all my life! "
True, already in 1913 she was modeling her own demise:

How many of them fell into the abyss,
Deploy far away!
The day will come when I will disappear too
From the surface of the earth.

The death of Irina's youngest daughter, which gave rise to a feeling of unfulfilled maternal duty, anxiety for her husband who fought in the White Army, arouses in her soul an unwillingness to live. Telling about the poet André Chénier, who was executed during the French Revolution, she regrets:

Andrey Chenier ascended the scaffold,
And I live, and this is a terrible sin!

This was said in 1918 - a stormy, post-revolutionary year associated with the civil war, when a young poetess had serious doubts about the value of life. When she did not receive news of her husband's fate from the front for a long time, she began planning suicide as a sign of marital solidarity.
Unfortunately, later in the work of Marina Tsvetaeva, suicidal motives dominate. What contributed to this? Unsuccessful marriage? Death of the poet Rilke, with whom she dreamed of marriage? The demon of suicide is working on her soul, and in the drama "Fedra" Tsvetaeva, who turned 35, obsessively continues to bend the same line:
It's not a pity to hang yourself on a good tree!
Stand, stand around the trees,
Praise, praise Fedrin bitches.
Become, become a tree under,
Praise, praise the terrible fruit!

Satan perverts the psyche of creative individuals so much that they poeticize a voluntary departure from life, to which no one has the right.
“If anyone destroys the temple, God will punish him, for the temple of God is holy; and you are this temple ”(1 Cor. 3:17).
In 1910, Valery Bryusov, in his poem "The Demon of Suicide", revealed the satanic mechanism of suicidal seduction:

In the night cafe where the electric
The light denounces and torments,
He's speech, devilishly logical
Reveals shame in our life.

He is lonely in the evening - remember -
When deaf dreams languish
As a skilled doctor in our room,
Serves us poison in a glass.

He is in the dark when, like gadflies,
Dreams of pain and lies are buzzing
Fatal arguments whisper to us
And sticks a knife into his hand.

It is possible that the fine organization of the natures of the poets of the Silver Age in the conditions of cruel reality predisposed them to suicide. Nadezhda Mandelstam complained that the systematic persecution had brought her husband Osip Mandelstam to persecution mania, as a result of which he threw himself out of the window in Cherdyn, breaking his leg. Konstantin Balmont, according to his wife, "in one of the attacks of melancholy, also in 1890 threw himself out of the window of his room on the third floor onto the pavement, broke his head, broke his leg and arm, and spent more than a year in the hospital in great suffering." It is unlikely that the poets themselves wanted this, in these obsessive actions devilish incitement is visible.
When in Chistopol Tsvetaeva could not immediately get a job, she exclaimed: "At least head to the Kama!" Suicidal thoughts began to visit her constantly. She wrote about the suicides of Stakhovich and Mayakovsky.

Evil spirits often choose people with creative abilities as their victims. They try to tune them into a wave of co-creation with themselves. In this aspect, the statements of the Russian poetess Marina Tsvetaeva are interesting. An admirer of Tsvetaeva - Olga Kolbasina-Chernova in 1923 recorded her frank conversations with Marina in Prague. Emigrants from Russia turned out to be flatmates who were brought together by poetry. In the kitchen, women cooked and talked about creativity.
“The state of creativity is the state of glamor ... Something, someone infiltrates you. Your hand is the performer - not you, but that which wants to be through you ... The influx of the elements is the poet's work, ”said Marina Tsvetaeva.
Creativity, thus, was the "influx of the elements", under the pressure of which the poetess worked, expressing the will of this element. Genius, by its definition, is the highest degree of susceptibility to intuition.
According to Tsvetaeva's definition, “artistic creativity in other cases is an atrophy of conscience. All my things are spontaneous, that is, sinful ... "
Olga Kolbasina-Chernova noted in her memoirs that "this element was pride, unrivaled Marinina's pride: she went against everyone."
In the work of Tsvetaeva, over time, a veiled theomachic, sinful orientation appears. It is quite possible that it was this attitude that also led the poet to suicide.
It is a pity, of course, that the earthly life of this smart and talented woman ended so sadly.

The impact of evil forces on people of art often leads them either to death or to various forms of insanity (as happened with Mozart, Lermontov, Blok, Bryusov, Yesenin, Vrubel, Van Gogh, Salvador Dali and others). A similar conclusion is made by the Italian psychiatrist Lombroso in his book "Genius and Insanity". In addition, gifted people, as Lombroso notes, are susceptible to such vices as painful pride, sexual promiscuity, drunkenness and drug addiction. And he also writes: "Everyone who had the rare" happiness "of living in the company of brilliant people was amazed at their ability to misinterpret every act of others, see persecution everywhere and find a reason for deep, endless melancholy in everything."
Marina Tsvetaeva, shortly before her suicide, exclaimed with pathos in the cycle "Poems to the Czech Republic" in the spring of 1939:
Oh black mountain
Eclipsed the whole world!
It's time - it's time - it's time
Return the ticket to the creator.
I refuse - to be! ..
In Bedlam of Inhumans.
I refuse - to live! ..
With the wolves of the squares
I refuse - howl.
I don't need any holes
Ear, no prophetic eyes.
To your crazy world
There is only one answer - refusal!

These lines contain intonations of despair, pride, and a challenge to the Creator. Rebellion against God, expressed in the words: "Your crazy world." According to Tsvetaeva, God is to blame for the fact that people do evil, and the world has become insane. She, unfortunately, could not understand that the true freedom of man consists in the fact that people of their own free will can choose not only evil, but also resist it with the help of God, and win by their own choice. But this requires faith in Christ. “Who conquers the world if not the one who believes that Jesus is the Son of God? "(1 John 5: 5) - says the Apostle John. How important it is not to be led by the enemy of the human race, to recognize the scenarios of its temptations and reject them, not to engage in negative self-programming. And the main thing is not to rebel against God, but to cooperate with Him, thus opposing the devil, who seeks to destroy us. “Submit yourselves therefore to God: resist the devil, and he will flee from you” (James 4: 7). "Be sober, watch, for your adversary the devil walks like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour" (1 Pet. 5: 7).

The deceased Marina Tsvetaeva,
Lured into a trap by the spirit of evil,
She conquered the great peaks,
But she could not overcome the despondency.

The inner wounds ached fiercely,
Hindering the heart to see well
And clouds of hopeless despondency
They hung gloomily over her soul.

Her brains shrouded in smoke
They shouted to the Creator, protesting: "No!"
A consciousness obsessed with pride
He returned the ticket to the Lord for life.

It's bitter to imagine how I put on mourning
Heavenly peace - in view of her longing,
And how the devil rejoiced gloatingly,
When her vertebrae were cracking.

Suicide nightmarish pictures
The enemy presents us as heroism.
The hero of faith sees perspectives
And it draws its optimism from God!

Help us the Lord, despite the fact that “with many sorrows we must enter the Kingdom of God” (Acts 14:22), do not murmur on the way of the cross, do not give up, but courageously follow our Savior in the direction of blessed eternity, finding grace for early help!

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125 years ago, Marina Tsvetaeva was born in Moscow

"On the eve of the 125th anniversary of Marina Tsvetaeva's birth, the demand for her works has almost doubled, as evidenced by the results of an analytical measurement carried out on the eve of the author's birthday," Mikhailova noted.

The most popular, according to the head of the book network, remain collections of selected poems by Tsvetaeva, popular diaries of the poet - "I'm not a love heroine" and letters from Marina Tsvetaeva and Boris Pasternak "Through the hard times of the era.: Letters of 1922-1936".

Senior researcher at the Tsvetaeva House-Museum in Bolshev and the Tsvetaeva House-Museum in Moscow, literary historian, bibliophile Lev Mnukhin told TASS about the reasons for the demand for the poetess among the modern reader.

Interest in her work, according to Mnukhin, is explained by Tsvetaeva's amazing formulas, which pierce the soul and are well remembered.

"Friend - there is action", "Road reproach - point-blank". There are many such formulas. "

Another secret of popularity lies in versatility. "There is no genre where it is not presented in the most powerful way - poetry, prose, drama, philosophical articles, epistolary creativity," Lev Mnukhin noted.

“Her letters are a continuation of prose, but with such facts that can only be found there,” he said. “Last year, the last fifth volume of the collection was published. Marina Tsvetaeva. Letters ". There is everything - up to the suicide notes, and with drafts. This is a wonderful gift for her anniversary both for specialists and for readers."

Tsvetaeva whips over the edge, with such a fusion of meaning and word. "

"She should not be imposed in any way. You must enter into her work gradually," he noted. "Read the poems of 1915-1917. Then Tsvetaeva becomes a real poet.

Familiar to the steppes - eyes,

Accustomed to tears - eyes

It would be a simple woman -

We would always pay for the stay -

It would be a simple woman -

I would use my hand to protect myself from the sun,

I would swing - I would be silent,

A guy with a tray was walking by ...

Sleeping under a monk's scarf

Familiar to the steppes - eyes,

Eyes accustomed to tears ...

What they saw - they won't give out

Although the true Tsvetaeva is the 1920s. You go from the very beginning, read children's poems and suddenly come up to "Poems to Blok" or "Poems about Moscow", and you already start to like it and you want to go further, further. "

Alexander Blok in the life of Marina Tsvetaeva was the only poet whom she considered not as a fellow craft, but a deity from poetry and whom she worshiped as a deity.

Your name is a bird in your hand

Your name is a piece of ice on your tongue

One single movement of the lips

Your name is five letters.

The ball caught on the fly

A silver bell in my mouth

A stone thrown into a quiet pond

Sob what your name is.

In the light clicking of the night hooves

Your loud name is thundering.

And he will call him to our temple

Ringing trigger.

Your name - oh, you can't! -

Your name is a kiss in the eye

In the gentle cold of motionless eyelids,

Your name is a kiss in the snow.

Key, icy, blue sip.

With your name - deep sleep.

They never met, only, at the performances of "Orpheus", so Tsvetaeva called Blok: "But my river and your river,

but my hand and your hand will not come together. "

Marina transmitted through Alya / Ariadna Efron - the daughter of Marina Tsvetaeva and Sergei Efron / poems dedicated to him

In Moscow, the domes are burning!

In Moscow - the bells are ringing!

And the tombs stand in a row, -

Queens sleep in them, and kings.

And you don't know that the dawn is in the Kremlin

It is easier to breathe - than on the whole earth!

And you don't know that the dawn is in the Kremlin

I pray to you - until dawn!

And you pass over your Neva

About that time, as over the river-Moscow

I stand with my head down

And the lanterns stick together.

I love you with all my insomnia

I will heed you with all my insomnia -

About that time, as throughout the Kremlin

But my river - yes with your river,

But my hand - yes with your hand

They will not converge, my joy, until

Do not overtake the dawn - dawn.

Marina Tsvetaeva 1916

This is an attempt at icon painting in verse, the image of the Poet's "Face":

"I won't drive my nail into my hand, which is pale from kissing.

I will bow to the wax holy face only from afar "

Tsvetaeva transforms the prayer into verses:

You go to the West of the Sun

You will see the evening light

You go to the West of the Sun

And a blizzard covers the trail.

Past my windows - impassive -

You will pass in the silence of the snow

My beautiful righteous man

Quiet light of my soul.

And, standing under the slow snow,

Kneel down in the snow

And in your holy name,

I kiss the evening snow. -

Where the majestic gait

You passed in deathly silence

Quiet light - holy glory -

Almighty of my soul.


Akhmatova and Tsvetaeva in the images of Egyptian women. Monument "Silver Age", Odessa

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A special place in the history of Russian poetry is held by the name of Marina Tsvetaeva, whose work is loved by many readers and admirers of her great talent. The work of the great woman-poet touches the soul and hearts and opens the door to the magical "Tsvetaevo country".

October 8, 2017 marks the 125th anniversary of the birth of Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva. When she was still an unknown poetess, she predicted that her poems would "have their turn." This "turn" came in the middle of the 20th century, when Marina Tsvetaeva became the favorite poet of millions of people - both in our country and abroad.

A literary and poetry hour "If the soul was born winged" was held in the Regional Children's Library.

The librarian introduced the visitors to the biography of the woman poet and interesting facts from her life, reviewed the books and read their favorite poems together.

The eponymous portrait exhibition with collections of poems of the poetess, biographical publications, books and articles dedicated to her work is also presented to the attention of readers.

Scattered in the dust of the shops

(Where no one took them and does not take them!),

To my poems, like precious wines,

It will be its turn.

Life Pierced by Pain and Happiness is an exhibition-review timed to coincide with the 125th anniversary of the birth of MI Tsvetaeva, offered to the readers of the Russian-Makulov Library who love the work of the remarkable poetess.

The exhibition presents a number of editions of poems and poems by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva, her autobiographical prose.

Of particular interest is the book "Memories" by the poetess's younger sister, Anastasia Ivanovna Tsvetaeva, in which an inquisitive reader will be interested to get acquainted with the pictures of the Tsvetaev family's life, the life of the intelligentsia of that time. The author, among other things, talks about his meetings with A.M. Gorky, the funeral of L.N. Tolstoy and much more.

No less fascinating is the book by Marina Tsvetaeva's daughter - Ariadna Sergeevna Efron "About Marina Tsvetaeva". It begins with children's diary entries and has absorbed all the richness of impressions about the personality of Marina Tsvetaeva and her literary circle.

Head of the Naberezhno-Morkvash Library Prokhorova I.R. together with the teachers of the Russian language and literature Giniyatova N.A. and Kirillova N.L. held an evening of poetry "My name is Marina" with students of grades 5-11, dedicated to the memory of Marina Tsvetaeva.

The evening began with a story about the life and the difficult creative path of the poet. From the happiest childhood to the tragic events of her life, we learn from the poems dedicated to different periods of the life of Marina Tsvetaeva. On this evening of poetry, poems performed by our children sounded, romances and music sounded, on the screen we saw photos of Marina from an early age with her parents and sister to photos of her family: with her husband, daughters and son.

The poetry of Marina Tsvetaeva, forgotten for several decades, has now again become our spiritual state, which must be preserved and passed on from generation to generation.

Tatar-Burnashevskaya rural library invited readers to the thematic hour "Muse of the Silver Age".

The librarian began the meeting with the mood of those present to perceive the difficult biographical and creative path of Marina Tsvetaeva through listening to romances written in her poems. Then the conversation turned about a difficult historical era, which left an indelible mark on the fate of the poet and her relationship with the authorities, about the tragedy in family life. The librarian talked about what people influenced the formation of the creative side of Tsvetaeva's life - these are M. Voloshin, A. Blok, S. Efron, L. Gumilyov and others. They paid special attention to the sound of the poems. Tsvetaeva's poetry is familiar to readers and loved by them. Sounded: "Your name is a bird", "Frivolity! - Sweet sin ... "," I will win you back .. "and others. The event made a great impression on those present and prompted them to continue their acquaintance with the poet's work, taking books for reading.

V The central regional library has arranged a book exhibition - the portrait "Living about the living". Being a very young unknown poetess, she predicted that her poems would "have their turn." This "turn" came in the middle of the 20th century, when Marina Tsvetaeva became the favorite poet of millions of people both in our country and abroad. She is a person of amazing talent, an enchanting poet, a unique woman! Unfortunately, poets know their last hour, and the tragic fate of Marina Tsvetaeva is an example of this.

Her great creativity is now our property. Huge circulation of books, familiar songs to her poems, countless literary and biographical studies - this is all about her, Marina Tsvetaeva!

The exhibition presents various collections of poems of the poetess, biographical publications, books and articles dedicated to her work.

Head of the Maidan Library Selskaya L.N. with the teacher of literature NN Nefyodova held a literary promenade "" Muse of the Silver Age "for students in grades 7-9.

During the event, children got acquainted with the biography and work of the poetess, listened to poems performed by Polina Borisova, a 9th grade student. From the expressive faces, serious, inquisitive glances of the students, it was clear that the work and biography of this tragic personality did not leave anyone indifferent.

A book exhibition "Leaves were falling, I was born ..." was arranged for the event, an electronic presentation about the life and work of the poetess was prepared.

A literary and aesthetic exhibition "Muse of the Silver Age" is presented to the readers of the Kirov Library.

Visitors to the library can get acquainted with the poet's work, her tragic fate and interesting facts from the biography of Tsvetaeva, expressing feelings in her poems with tremendous sincerity and strength.

The exhibition presents autobiographical prose, quotes from the author, as well as a book by her younger sister Anastasia "Memories", in which she recreates pictures of her family's life, tells about Marina's childhood and youth, her life.

The Nizhneuslonskaya Library has arranged a book exhibition "The mountain ash was lit with a red thread ..."

Collections of her poems, biographical publications, books and articles dedicated to her work are presented to the attention of readers.

The readers listened with pleasure to the story about the fate of the poet and the song to Tsvetaeva's poem "I like that you are not sick with me", performed by Alla Pugacheva. The librarian told about the amazing, touching history of the creation of this work, written back in 1915.

The books from the exhibition were in demand among readers, because Marina Tsvetaeva is "A person of amazing talent, an enchanting poet, a unique woman!"

An hour of poetry has passed in the Sobolev library "My poems will say everything for me"

During the event, those present got acquainted with the biography of Marina Tsvetaeva, her tragic fate. We read poetry and listened to songs to the words of Marina Ivanovna. The librarian also tried to convey the feelings and reflections of the poetess, her spiritual world, the beauty of the Russian language and the poetic word, introducing readers to the literature about her life and work.

 


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