Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva was a splendid poet and writer in Russia. She was born in the big city of Moscow in 1892. Her father (Ivan Tsvetaeva) was an illustrious professor who supported the foundation of the Moscow Museum of Art and her mother (Mariya Nee Meyn) was an excellent concert pianist. In 1908, Marina Tsvetaeva traveled around Europe and attended some classes about literary history at the Sorbonne in France. In 1912, her fist literary work saw the light and was eulogized by the critics.
Идешь, на меня похожийИдешь, на меня похожий, Глаза устремляя вниз. Я их опускала - тоже! Прохожий, остановись! Прочти - слепоты куриной И маков набрав букет Что звали меня Мариной И сколько мне было лет. Не думай, что здесь - могила, Что я появлюсь, грозя... Я слишком сама любила Смеяться, когда нельзя! И кровь приливала к коже, И кудри мои вились... Я тоже была, прохожий! Прохожий, остановись! Сорви себе стебель дикий И ягоду ему вслед: Кладбищенской земляники Крупнее и слаще нет. Но только не стой угрюмо, Главу опустив на грудь. Легко обо мне подумай, Легко обо мне забудь. Как луч тебя освещает! Ты весь в золотой пыли...
Marina Tsvetaeva | You Walk, and Look Like MeYou walk, and look like me, Your eyes directed down. I also used to lower mine! Hey you, passer by, stop! Read-when you've gathered A bouquet of buttercups and poppies, That I was called Marina And how old I was? Don't think that this is a grave, That I will appear, scary... I myself loved too much To laugh, when I shouldn't have! And the blood would come to my face And my hair was curly... You passerby, I also was! You passerby, stop! Break yourself off a wild stem And after it a berry, No wild strawberry is larger or sweeter Than one from a graveyard. Only don't stand gloomily, Dropping your head on your chest, Think about me easily, As easily then forget! How the sun's ray shines upon you! You're all covered in golden dust... Don't let it disturb you, My voice from underground. Marina Tsvetaeva |