-Zvetayeva

I want to live with you.

In a small town,

* * * Enjoy the endless dusk.

And the constant ringing of bells.

In a hotel in this town—

The ancient clock struck.

Weak noise

Like time dripping gently.

Sometimes, at dusk, it comes from a room on the top floor.

Flute,

The piper leaned against the window,

The window is big, with tulips.

I don't care if you don't love me at the moment.

In the middle of the room, there is a ceramic tile stove.

There is a picture on each tile:

A heart, a sailboat, a rose.

Through our only window,

Snow, snow, snow.

You will lie in my favorite position: lazy,

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

Lit a match once or twice.

A harsh voice.

The flame of your cigarette has gone from strong to weak,

The end of the smoke trembled, trembled.

Short, gray cigarette butts-even ashes.

You don't even bother to play-

The cigarette flew into the fire.

Appreciate:

I remember Yi Shu said in "Round Dance"

A lady with real temperament never shows off everything she has. She doesn't tell people what books she has read, where she has been, how many clothes she has and what jewelry she has bought, because she has no sense of inferiority.

But I haven't been a lady for years. So I can indulge myself and talk about Zvetayeva's poems.

Because I've never seen a woman with so much desire in her words.

She is paranoid, naive, irreversible and determined.

The eyebrows, nose and lips of Zvetayeva in the photo are too strong and full, and everything says that she is a woman like Mother Earth and the abyss.

It can even be said that on the road of life, whoever does not meet her will be happy.

She has a love poem, which is loved and quoted by many people. "I want to bring you back from all times and all heaven."

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I want from all times, from all nights, from all gold.

Bring you back from all the swords,

I will throw away the key and drive the dog away from the stone steps, because I am more loyal than the dog in the dark on earth.

I want to bring you back from all the others-from that woman,

You won't be anyone's groom, and I won't be anyone's wife.

From the people who were with Jacob that night, I'm going to take you away. You have to hold your breath.

When writing this poem, Zvetayeva was only twenty-four years old.

At that time, she had been married for six years and was the mother of two girls, but this poem was dedicated to her lover Nicom? Pruze? Saarna.

In fact, no one wants to remember this man, because he is too small and insignificant compared with her love.

This love kills people, and only those who have loved it will understand. You know, love, like happiness, actually needs a kind of throwing caution to the wind.

Zivitayeva has been arrogant all her life, but she also admits that in terms of strength, she once met Pasternak and Rilke among those who can match her.

And they are the most outstanding poets of that era and even today.

In her letter to Pasternak, she said, what I am afraid of is not your departure, but your disappearance.

The latter said sadly after her death that the death of Zvetayeva was the biggest sadness in my life.

Rilke wrote in the inscription of his collection of poems "Mourning Dunois"

Dedicated to Zvetayeva. We touch each other. With what? With wings.

You see, the poet's love is powerful, with endless imagination and endless sadness, and its power is almost devastating.

It needs a vigorous life to bear and respond.

Fortunately, Zvetayeva is a woman who will not be loved or killed by time.

She died of suicide. In the suicide note, she said, "This is not me anymore. I am in a desperate situation."

Oh, by the way, a woman like Zvetayeva can't stand falling into other desperate situations except love.

She is a tzigane, a savage. She hasn't been a lady for years.

Extended data

Ivanovna Zvetayeva Marina (цветавамаринаиван) Zvetaye.