here she writes to rilke pasternak yes, i am pasternak, too, echoes.rst met, and they had nothing to say. they were complete strangers nothing happened. it turned out again through a word through letters to marina for her the most important thing was not the meeting. do not bother me to love you, because she could come up with something that a person was not, it was enough for her, as they say, the curly love of a person, as to nature to beauty verses, in order to create this image on a higher model, everything else must be thought, but nevertheless . she still wrote all her life for a while, fell in love with the wrong ones and sat equal to herself, met only rilka and pasternak of one letter six months before his death, another was invisible. not only by the strength of the political she she could go scream. she didn't go. she was afraid of meetings, because he was a real person , he turned out to be completely different from what he was in dreams. and here, and she, for example, wrote. for pasternak, two poems are usually read a mile away. we quarrel

is rilke. what value. but what she came up with, for example , a plug, so it's generally funny in some year. uh, there were a lot of people at some party. she didn't pay attention to the man at all. well, absolutely, but he, of course, is tsvetaeva and he, of course, wrote her a letter. and what a poor unfortunate man he is, this is already about yes, he is sick with tuberculosis and left him as a bride, and marina responded, as she could, as best she could, she alone writes to him. a letter, if one could plunge one's hand into the soul, as into the sea. you would remove the hand full of you. she doesn't she knows how he looks, you understand, but she writes, but she writes, she writes with rimka, too, she never met them, but after a while she began to write to him that she dreams of sleeping with him, dreaming that his fantasy head, but i tell you i want to say will offer about what games. the thing is that the most important thing, uh, these were hers. but then, as a result , brilliant poems