Marina Tsvetaeva, Her Life in Poems - Rolf Gross
Marina Tsvetaeva, Her Life in Poems - Rolf Gross
Marina Tsvetaeva, Her Life in Poems - Rolf Gross
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children. In “Mother and Music”, <strong>Mar<strong>in</strong>a</strong> would many years later write, “Mother, as it were,<br />
projected her hopes and dreams <strong>in</strong>to her children.” She made <strong>Mar<strong>in</strong>a</strong> practice the piano<br />
several hours a day. <strong>Mar<strong>in</strong>a</strong> obliged dutifully, but sought escape <strong>in</strong> poetry, which, from very<br />
early on, she considered her true vocation.<br />
Ivan Vladimirovich Tsvetaev, an <strong>in</strong>tellectual recluse, was the director of a large private<br />
endowment, which was to establish the first f<strong>in</strong>e arts museum <strong>in</strong> Moscow: the “Emperor<br />
Alexander III Museum of F<strong>in</strong>e Arts”, which would <strong>in</strong> 1937 be <strong>in</strong>congruously renamed<br />
“Pushk<strong>in</strong> Museum of F<strong>in</strong>e Arts.” A generous and enlightened man he was consummately<br />
dedicated to this work and took only marg<strong>in</strong>al <strong>in</strong>terest <strong>in</strong> his children, whose general<br />
upbr<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g he left to the custody of Maria Alexandrovna and their Baltic-Germann<br />
governess Augusta. Yet he spared no money or effort <strong>in</strong> their education, tutors, travels to<br />
Europe, and several years of school<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> Switzerland, Germany, and France. <strong>Mar<strong>in</strong>a</strong><br />
<strong>in</strong>herited her <strong>in</strong>telligence and irreverent skepticism from him. A precociously gifted,<br />
strong-willed and sensual child she was often driven to despair, which the adults saw as<br />
obst<strong>in</strong>acy. <strong>Mar<strong>in</strong>a</strong>, oppressed by this home, felt that her mother spent too little tangible<br />
affection on her. The lament, “I am alone - an orphan <strong>in</strong> this world...” runs through her<br />
poems like a river. At this po<strong>in</strong>t <strong>in</strong> her life this was obviously a product of her highly<br />
sensitive imag<strong>in</strong>ation, but she seems to have had no friends with a similar <strong>in</strong>telligence and<br />
disposition. <strong>Her</strong> imag<strong>in</strong>ation soon helped her construct an imag<strong>in</strong>ary world that was early<br />
on populated by devils and monsters and later became a highly transcendental fantasy<br />
haven of her very own.<br />
Asya (11) and <strong>Mar<strong>in</strong>a</strong> (13), 1905<br />
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