Marina Tsvetaeva, Her Life in Poems - Rolf Gross
Marina Tsvetaeva, Her Life in Poems - Rolf Gross
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Moscow. I don't want to write about that. I can only say that on the day of<br />
my departure (and you know what I left for), at the end of a brief stay <strong>in</strong><br />
Moscow dur<strong>in</strong>g which I looked at everyth<strong>in</strong>g "for the last time" <strong>Mar<strong>in</strong>a</strong><br />
shared her time between me and someone else whom she now laugh<strong>in</strong>gly<br />
calls a fool and a rascal.<br />
She blamed the death of Ir<strong>in</strong>a (Alya's sister) on my own sisters<br />
(someth<strong>in</strong>g she s<strong>in</strong>cerely believes) and I only recently found out the truth<br />
and re-established contact with L. and V. [Lilya and Vera]. But<br />
that's enough. Enough of today. What can I do This cohabitation cannot<br />
go on for long. Or it will be the end of me. M. is deeper than Asya. In<br />
personal life it's a sheer destructive impulse. All this time I have been<br />
attempt<strong>in</strong>g to avoid be<strong>in</strong>g harsh and yet to prepare both <strong>Mar<strong>in</strong>a</strong> and<br />
myself for the com<strong>in</strong>g separation. But how can I do that when <strong>Mar<strong>in</strong>a</strong> is<br />
try<strong>in</strong>g with all her might to do the opposite She is conv<strong>in</strong>ced that she has<br />
now sacrificed her own happ<strong>in</strong>ess <strong>in</strong> order to forge m<strong>in</strong>e. She expects to be<br />
able to satisfy me by attempt<strong>in</strong>g to preserve the outward appearance of<br />
liv<strong>in</strong>g together. If you only knew how difficult and confused it all is. This<br />
sense of burdensome weight doesn't leave me for one second. Everyth<strong>in</strong>g<br />
around me is poisoned. I don't feel one strong desire, just complete and<br />
utter pa<strong>in</strong>. The loss that has hit me is all the more terrible because dur<strong>in</strong>g<br />
recent years -- as you have witnessed -- it has been ma<strong>in</strong>ly the thought of<br />
<strong>Mar<strong>in</strong>a</strong> that has kept me alive.<br />
I loved her so strongly, and straightforwardly, and unshakeably, that I<br />
was afraid of noth<strong>in</strong>g except her death. M. has become so <strong>in</strong>separable a part<br />
of me that now, as I try to separate our paths, I feel a sense of such<br />
devastation, such <strong>in</strong>ner laceration, that I try to live with my eyes halfclosed.<br />
The complexity of the position is still further exaggerated by one of<br />
my most fundamental characteristics. With me, ever s<strong>in</strong>ce childhood, the<br />
feel<strong>in</strong>g "I can't do otherwise" has always been stronger than the feel<strong>in</strong>g<br />
"This is what I want". The static prevail<strong>in</strong>g over the dynamic. Now all<br />
my sense of the static has gone to hell. And it was my only strength. As a<br />
result -- complete helplessness.<br />
I await the com<strong>in</strong>g days and months with horror. "The pull of the<br />
earth" is pull<strong>in</strong>g me down. I am try<strong>in</strong>g with all my strength to scramble<br />
out. But how and where<br />
If you were here, I know you would be able to help M. a great deal. I<br />
hardly ever talk with her about the ma<strong>in</strong> th<strong>in</strong>g. She has grown bl<strong>in</strong>d to me<br />
and to what I say. Or maybe it's someth<strong>in</strong>g to do with me, noth<strong>in</strong>g to do<br />
with bl<strong>in</strong>dness at all. But that can wait for another time.<br />
I'm writ<strong>in</strong>g this letter to you alone. No one yet knows anyth<strong>in</strong>g. (Or<br />
perhaps everyone knows.)<br />
The letter is undated, but a postscript, dated 22 Jan 1924, <strong>in</strong>cludes the passage:<br />
"I have been carry<strong>in</strong>g this letter around for a month. Today I've made up my<br />
m<strong>in</strong>d. <strong>Mar<strong>in</strong>a</strong> and I are cont<strong>in</strong>u<strong>in</strong>g to live together.She has calmed down. And I have<br />
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