also wrote letters to each other, but later nina ivanovna solemnly drowned all these letters in lake saimaarallel between nina petrovskaya and nina zarechnaya and, accordingly , between andrei bely, with whom nina petrovskaya was in love and the writer. she was obviously such a bundle of not only beauty and charm, but a bundle of energy, and all kinds of energy, yes, she had femininity in her over the edge, one can assume that she would simply be charged with this femininity, like an electric current, when bely was shocked by this current, then in general he preferred to get away from this plot, and as she later ironically wrote that andrei bely’s mother ordered him ... during holy week she left me for nizhny novgorod, and bely really left her, although later they still continued to communicate, because in fact the circle of these decadent writers and poets was quite narrow and they could just run away like that they still couldn’t be apart from each other, it was then, after this break with andrei bely , that a man appeared on nina petrovskaya’s horizon who determined her fate, it was no l

also wrote letters to each other, but later nina ivanovna solemnly drowned all these letters in lake saimaaparallel between nina petrovskaya and nina zarechnaya, and, accordingly , between andrei bely, with whom nina petrovskaya was in love, and the writer trigorin, with whom nina zarechnaya fell in love, chekhov shows trigorin as a person. quite cynical, pragmatic, perfectly understanding what he expects from a young beautiful woman, then andrei bely in this sense was absolutely not like trigorin, and andrei bely had his own ideas about life, so he writes her such a long instructive letter in which he discusses about symbolism, talks about theory, talks about some tricky, smart things that might have happened. would be of interest to a postgraduate student at some university who is writing his dissertation, but they were unlikely to be curious a young girl who was simply in love and was ready to give herself to this wonderful poet, one way or another bely at some point simply got tired of her, one can assume that her passionarity was such a bundle of not only the beauty of charm, but a bun