marina tsvetaeva was buried in yelabuga here at the peter and paul cemetery strangers were buried notnone of the old acquaintances came to the funeral son moore said that he sees no point in saying goodbye to the dead over time grave. just lost in the sixtieth year, anastasia tsvetaeva arrived in yelabuga and it turned out that it was impossible to find the grave of her sister , no documents about the death of marina ivanovna was not preserved. already on the outskirts of the cemetery, she found four unmarked graves of the forty- first year, a wooden cross. so it is not known where marina tsvetaeva is actually buried. everything turned out the way she herself prophesied. have fun, drink and eat. it will become a term put me between four. the main attraction of yelabuga is the devil's settlement and this tower was built here on the earth of the ancient bulgars more than a thousand years ago. according to legend, the serpent oracle lived in this tower, which worked miracles and did not predict the future for those who he sacrificed a man rebelliously, those who did not want to bow to hi

surprisingly and a little creepy atmosphere in this house in distant yelabuga where marina tsvetaeva a panic in august 1941 from moscow, three days after arriving in yelabuga, marina and her son were finally given permanent housing. they were settled in this one-story log house of blacksmiths, they entered their small six-meter bedroom with a single bed. marina gave to her son. she herself chose a couch separated from the master's half by a curtain. well, how could you come to terms with such comfort? but marina, as soon as she entered here, exclaimed, i won’t go anywhere. i will stay here. she only had 10 years to live. days. the black mountain that eclipsed the whole world it's time it's time it's time for the creator to return your years i don't need no holes in the ear of the impenetrable eyes, and your crazy world is the only answer to grow your free girl. she did not want to obey anyone and even flaunted it. only her mother, the wonderful pianist maria main, the second wife of tsvetaeva, could cope with the stubborn girl. she taught her from the age of 4 to display scales on th

those who criticized him and not follow the path of refined painting, and not but remain in your yelabugaand with your soul and your art. i think it's the quality . something very valuable quality, it brings a lot to the ramshackle worker and his trouble, what they drive him, but at the same time. this is probably what saves the artist who he was intended by god, that is, could shishkin write differently, of course. we will see it in this picture. yes, and many other landscapes. he couldn't decide. wow . he did not want to drink, he existed in his own tonality on his own road and did not go anywhere from this road, but only to go deeper. we see landscapes from the inside, this landscape is not horizontal, this feeling is even from the inside. so this is the picture that we will see today, in my opinion it is a completely amazing battle an amazing combination of shishkin's power. there is no amazing technique and at the same time the ability to write in absolutely different ways, like bumps, if we talk about shishkin as an artist who is known all over the world in the form of this picture.

from the bumps from the shishkin that we knew to the shishkin who painted the northern forests of yelabugastone to that shishkin who wrote full secrets in a fairy tale, it’s not very transparent and, in general, on e, the shishkin that we are used to is not at all like, and that personally i perceive shishkin as i, probably, many of my peers and many people around the country. uh, as the artists who painted the decoration for the candy are somewhat slut, such a picture, we saw it called morning in a pine forest and ursa major and two cubs. hey, we're playing. this is a picture. e, which brought cones quite a lot of fame, by the way, saying uh, wrote, not shishkin artist savitsky and in this picture, which we will see. eh, the figures were also not painted by shishkin soviet , no matter how he didn’t take what he didn’t do. so good, so to speak, from the landscapes of the northern forest, but i think that the picture is rain in an oak forest. it ’s like, uh, like proof to your opponent that we can do everything you want so i can and so you want fine painting you want a french landscape, fre

on their yelabuga forests and soul and art. i think it's quality.ery valuable quality, it brings a lot of trouble to the artist and unpleasant him what his e drives him, but at the same time. this is probably what keeps the artist who he was intended by god to be. that is, could shishkin write differently, of course, but we will see it in this picture. yes, and many others. he couldn't decide. wow. he did not want to drink, he existed in his own tonality in his own way and did not go anywhere from this road, but only to deepen deeper. we apparently landscapes from the inside are not horizontal this feeling and even from the inside. so here's the picture we're going to see today, it's on my the look is an amazing absolutely amazing combination of shishkin's power of amazing technique, and at the same time there is no opportunity to write in absolutely different ways, like bumps, if we talk about shishkin as an artist who is known all over the world in the form of this picture. i think not everyone who doesn’t know for sure what it is he will guess th

listen, love me for the fact that i will die a grave in yelabuga, a stone with an inscription, marina her beloved tarusa, and here at the monument, right in the rain, they read my poems with a verse about youth and death. not readability to poetry, and after hundreds of separating years, her voice sounded in books or the samos of danish typewriting in romances woven into the films by eldar ryazanov everything, rethinking again, everyone will cross forces on this teaching polina ermolaeva elena finoshen kiril bubble alexei karpukhin stanislav nazarov and natalya gubina together.

a genius will live forever, listen to me, love me for the fact that i will die a grave in yelabuga, a stone with an inscription, marina tsvetaeva would like to lie here in her beloved tarusa, and now, at the monument , my poems are read right in the rain, and youth and death. unread poems, and after hundreds of separating years, her voice sounded in books and samodan typewriting in romances woven into films by eldar ryazanova changed her mind and again. everyone transfers strength to this exercise polina ermolaeva elena finoshina kirill bubble on alexei karpukhin stanislav nazarov and natalya gubina together all the news is always available on the media platform, we look in the application or on the website , that's all, goodbye. i put it home in no hurry, half an hour at work, i’ll turn right after him, of course, he knows how. what if you're all right? where do you go under the sign, but i didn’t have time to slow down the woman, or what? studying was okay. she will still swing right. what are you, do you mind? i'm a respected woman at the wheel. the wheel sped up. invoices from the

mila from yelabuga is visiting us. it's touching, really, what happened then ? it was generally the first working day. after it turns out the new year, that is, i went to the wall in the group, where we usually post it, it just starts on ours. we just periodically look at the news. and just then the girl posted the news that the cat really needed help, that she was lying there bloody, that is, at the moment when natalya called. she says i'm afraid of blood, so you'll go together. well, quickly, really, we got together, and that is, when we were driving, we didn’t even know, in principle, what kind of animal. in the same place, according to the situation a lot, as usual, we we leave for such cases. yes, it’s already visible there, the most important thing is to quickly cooperate and leave to provide assistance, and then we’ll already look there on the spot, that is. when we arrived, the first impression was that after all, dogs gnawed at her, because there were dog marks in the blood all around, that is, the blood from her cat did not move. at first we did not un