war were developing so tragically, that's when their romance begins, they leave for finland to lake saimaar, was then part of the russian empire, it was there at the request of bryusov on the lake... they return to moscow, well, in general, bryusov got everything he wanted to get, basically, reasoning like this a little cynically, nina was no longer needed by him, and here she in some sense stepped on the same rake for the second or third time, when these great poets, these great masters of love, with whom she so strove, broke up with her, but with bryusov she failed to break up or bryusov failed to break up with her as easily and as quickly as balmont or andrei bely managed to do. bryusov, like all people of the silver age, they were very attentive to themselves, to their lives, to all the events of their lives, they took care of everything that they related to each day they lived. bryusov had what is called the don juan list, in this list he divided all the women who fell into the field of his attention by ranking, yes, i was in love with this one, and this one was in love with me, and i

only about one woman he wrote: i loved her, this woman was nina petrovskaya, that is, finland, lake saimaapass without a trace for him, still she launched these roots of hers, she launched them into his heart, and so he simply couldn't part with her, she, of course, wanted more. she, of course, wanted this love to continue and the passion that flared up there, well, as, probably, in the life of any woman, demanded, probably, she assumed that some other steps would follow, but bryusov himself was no longer ready for these other steps, here a whole volume of letters has been preserved, it was recently published, completely published in our country, and with these letters too... such a very curious story, when you read this correspondence, then in general a feeling of awkwardness arises, because that this is a very intimate correspondence, because in this correspondence nina petrovskaya simply really bares, tears her soul in the most direct sense of the word, and this is undoubtedly the best thing she has written, all her literary, all her human, all her feminine talent is in these letters, b