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So ... GO!
So ... GO!
Correspondence Marina Tsvetaeva
Posted 01-09-2009 at 18:41 by Пар-И
Marina Tsvetaeva - Rainer Marie Rilke
September Gilles-sur-Bu
Ascension
May 13, 1926
"... For how the angels will be able to boast
magnificence of their senses? .. "
Therefore: absolutely humane and very modest man Rilke. Writing this, I stumbled. I like the poet, not the person. (When you are prochtesh - stumble.) It sounds aesthetically, ie, heartless, inanimate (aesthetes - the ones who have no soul, only five (and often less) acute senses). May I choose? If you like, you can not and do not want to choose (tasteless and a narrow right!), You - is absolute. And as long as I do not love you (know), I can not choose, because I still do not have any relation to you (because I do not know your product!).
No, Rainer, I'm not a collector, and man-Rilke, which is still greater than the poet, because he is a poet (a knight and the horse: rider!), I love is inseparable from the poet.
Under the man-Rilke, I mean someone who lives in print, who love to those who already belong to so many who must have been tired of the many love .- I have in mind only the numerous human touch! - From Rilke-man I associate it, where I have no place. Hence, this passage about the poet and a man - a complete denial, denial that you have thought that I was trespassing in your life, your time in your day (day work and communication), which is all laid out and divided. Denial, after which it does not hurt: first name, first date, of which strikes and from which removed. (Warning - denial!) [Vbrsicht - Verzicht!]
Darling, I'm very obedient. If you tell me: do not write, this excites me, I really need you.
I still understand and sterplyu (Werd'verstehen und bestehn).
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I am writing to you in the dunes, in the sparse grass of the dunes (im dunnen Dunengras). My son (1 of 3 m., George - in honor of our white army. And Boris considers himself a socialist! "Can you believe it?) - So, my son is sitting on my roof (almost on my head!) And rob me pencil (writing directly to the notebook). It is so beautiful that all the old (what clothes, if you'd seen it!) Only emit a cry: «Mais c'est un petit Roi de Rom!» * Bonapartist Vendee - is not it strange? King, they have already forgotten, but the word "Emperor" still sounds. Our hosts (the fisherman and the fisherman, a fabulous pair, along its 150 years) still remember a lot about the last empire.
- Children in the plural? Darling, I could not help laughing. Children - a loose term (two or seven?). Two, my dear, - 12-year-old girl and a one-year old boy. Two little giant of the child Valhalla. A rare beautiful children. Does High Ariadne? Oh, almost taller than me (and I'm not a little) and twice as thick (I do not weigh anything). Here's my picture - passport - in fact I am younger and brighter. Then came the better, made recently in Paris. At the photographer noise, which photographed the works of your great friend .- He talked a lot about him .- I was afraid to ask if he had any of your photos .- No, I never would become his book. (You already knew that I - Well, bluntly and without timidity - asking you for your picture.)
Childhood fears ... and blue ...
That I still remember. Who are you? Teuton? Austrian? (Previously it was - one? "I'm not too educated - by fits and starts.) Where were you born? It was in Prague? Where - the circle of "Kings"? It's a miracle: you - Russia - I am.
- About how many questions! --
Your earthly fate touched me even more than others your way, because I know how difficult it is - everything.
How long have you ill? How do you live in Myuzote? Magnificence. Grandeur, the seriousness and elevation. Do you have a family? Children? (I think not.) How long will stay in motels? Are there any you have friends?
Boulevard des Grands, 3 (I think, near the ears), there you will find me. I have short hair (as always, never in my life wore long), similar to the boy on the neck - a rosary.
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Last night read in your "Duino Elegies. (During the day I never can neither read nor write, the day - work until late at night, because I have only my two hands. My husband - hired his entire youth, he was barely 31 per year (I will turn 31 in September) - a very painful, to the same man should not do women's work, it looks awful (in the eyes of women, of course) - he is now back in Paris, soon to appear. In the cadet school he jokingly called "the astral cadet." It is beautiful: of suffering beauty.'s daughter looks like him, but happy, son quickly at me, but both - bright eyed, my coloring.
What say you about the book? The highest degree. My bed turned into a cloud.
===========
Beloved, I already know it all - from me to you - but for many it is too early. Something in you must still get used to me.
Marina.
* So it's a little King of Rome! (Fr.).
September Gilles-sur-Bu
Ascension
May 13, 1926
"... For how the angels will be able to boast
magnificence of their senses? .. "
Therefore: absolutely humane and very modest man Rilke. Writing this, I stumbled. I like the poet, not the person. (When you are prochtesh - stumble.) It sounds aesthetically, ie, heartless, inanimate (aesthetes - the ones who have no soul, only five (and often less) acute senses). May I choose? If you like, you can not and do not want to choose (tasteless and a narrow right!), You - is absolute. And as long as I do not love you (know), I can not choose, because I still do not have any relation to you (because I do not know your product!).
No, Rainer, I'm not a collector, and man-Rilke, which is still greater than the poet, because he is a poet (a knight and the horse: rider!), I love is inseparable from the poet.
Under the man-Rilke, I mean someone who lives in print, who love to those who already belong to so many who must have been tired of the many love .- I have in mind only the numerous human touch! - From Rilke-man I associate it, where I have no place. Hence, this passage about the poet and a man - a complete denial, denial that you have thought that I was trespassing in your life, your time in your day (day work and communication), which is all laid out and divided. Denial, after which it does not hurt: first name, first date, of which strikes and from which removed. (Warning - denial!) [Vbrsicht - Verzicht!]
Darling, I'm very obedient. If you tell me: do not write, this excites me, I really need you.
I still understand and sterplyu (Werd'verstehen und bestehn).
===========
I am writing to you in the dunes, in the sparse grass of the dunes (im dunnen Dunengras). My son (1 of 3 m., George - in honor of our white army. And Boris considers himself a socialist! "Can you believe it?) - So, my son is sitting on my roof (almost on my head!) And rob me pencil (writing directly to the notebook). It is so beautiful that all the old (what clothes, if you'd seen it!) Only emit a cry: «Mais c'est un petit Roi de Rom!» * Bonapartist Vendee - is not it strange? King, they have already forgotten, but the word "Emperor" still sounds. Our hosts (the fisherman and the fisherman, a fabulous pair, along its 150 years) still remember a lot about the last empire.
- Children in the plural? Darling, I could not help laughing. Children - a loose term (two or seven?). Two, my dear, - 12-year-old girl and a one-year old boy. Two little giant of the child Valhalla. A rare beautiful children. Does High Ariadne? Oh, almost taller than me (and I'm not a little) and twice as thick (I do not weigh anything). Here's my picture - passport - in fact I am younger and brighter. Then came the better, made recently in Paris. At the photographer noise, which photographed the works of your great friend .- He talked a lot about him .- I was afraid to ask if he had any of your photos .- No, I never would become his book. (You already knew that I - Well, bluntly and without timidity - asking you for your picture.)
Childhood fears ... and blue ...
That I still remember. Who are you? Teuton? Austrian? (Previously it was - one? "I'm not too educated - by fits and starts.) Where were you born? It was in Prague? Where - the circle of "Kings"? It's a miracle: you - Russia - I am.
- About how many questions! --
Your earthly fate touched me even more than others your way, because I know how difficult it is - everything.
How long have you ill? How do you live in Myuzote? Magnificence. Grandeur, the seriousness and elevation. Do you have a family? Children? (I think not.) How long will stay in motels? Are there any you have friends?
Boulevard des Grands, 3 (I think, near the ears), there you will find me. I have short hair (as always, never in my life wore long), similar to the boy on the neck - a rosary.
===========
Last night read in your "Duino Elegies. (During the day I never can neither read nor write, the day - work until late at night, because I have only my two hands. My husband - hired his entire youth, he was barely 31 per year (I will turn 31 in September) - a very painful, to the same man should not do women's work, it looks awful (in the eyes of women, of course) - he is now back in Paris, soon to appear. In the cadet school he jokingly called "the astral cadet." It is beautiful: of suffering beauty.'s daughter looks like him, but happy, son quickly at me, but both - bright eyed, my coloring.
What say you about the book? The highest degree. My bed turned into a cloud.
===========
Beloved, I already know it all - from me to you - but for many it is too early. Something in you must still get used to me.
Marina.
* So it's a little King of Rome! (Fr.).
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