So the letters of Tsvetaeva, scattered through archives, private collections, rare and scattered publications, as well as her poems, it was the turn to gather under one cover. More precisely, in a three-volume edition — after all, Marina Ivanovna’s letters, addressed to dozens of contemporaries, have survived a lot, a lot.
So the letters of Tsvetaeva, scattered through archives, private collections, rare and scattered publications, as well as her poems, it was the turn to gather under one cover. More precisely, in a three-volume edition — after all, Marina Ivanovna’s letters, addressed to dozens of contemporaries, have survived a lot, a lot. In Tsvetaeva’s personal correspondence, as well as in her work, a unique, it seems to her alone, inherent fusion of dimensionless, hurricane emotions and keen observation, a mathematically precise formula, a cold, «Voltaire-cynical» (in the words of her husband Sergei Efron) mind . But letters — especially family letters, which were closed in the archives and became available only in the XNUMXst century — also reveal what is completely absent in Tsvetaeva’s poetry and prose — her being in the «material» world — the world of papers, money, pots and galoshes . Without realizing the scale of this — daily! — the existential opposition of the Poet and Life, it is probably impossible to get closer to understanding the personality of Tsvetaeva.
Ellis Luck, 792 p.