Marina Tsvetaeva, Her Life in Poems - Rolf Gross

oaming a world of darkness, wind, sleeplessness and yes – stealing when necessary. She
tried to do her best to be a reasonable house keeper, a mother to Alya and wife to
Seryozha. A few months after Sofia had actually “gone away” in anger, she wrote a poem
to her husband begging for his forgiveness and help.
At a black midnight hour I came to you
For the last time seeking your help.
I am a vagrant with no memory of kin
A sinking ship.
.....
By imposters and predatory dogs
I was plundered to the end.
At our palace, veritable king,
I stand – a beggar!
1916
Seryozha with Alya, Marina aside, 1916
And Seryozha, how did he survive this purgatory During the height of the affair he
just held still – stunned Some people see him as having had a weak character incapable
of resisting or fighting for her. He was not in good health, tubercolosis outbreaks came and
went. He had finished his Gymnasium diploma in Feodosia and worked as a medical
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