We are with you different year of creation. Colorful love poems of Marina. Poems about love. The most beautiful, original, cool and best love poems of Marina Tsvetaeva

As you know, Petersburg has long been a favorite acting person for many authors. Legends are made about him, it is devoted to poems, his image is fading in paintings and novels. This city subordinates everyone, forcing the story to spin in it and around him. Here is the new statement of Yuri Butusov in the theater. Lensovet, the premiere shows of which were held on 11 and 12 May, dedicated to St. Petersburg, as well as a writer, whoaring the phantasmagoria of this urban image. We are talking about the play called "City. Marriage. Gogol, "which was based on the comedy" Marriage "N.V. Gogol, one of the most popular theatrical plays. However, Yuri Butusov, as usual, the genre was far from comedy, but rather tragicomedia - the story of the loneliness and dreams of a large metropolis, where a little man is so easy to get lost.

In the first place in the title of the performance, the topic of the city was issued, and this is perhaps one of the strongest and successful modulation lines. The topics characteristic of classical Russian novels continue here, in which St. Petersburg acts as an independent hero. For three and a half hours, the artistic image of the city appears in front of the viewer, and Nicholas Gogol and Fedor Dostoevsky (fragments of the novel "Idiot" and the novel in verses "Eugene Onegin"), Anna Akhmatova and Andrey Belyek. He is poetic, romantic, sometimes cruel in relation to its inhabitants, not devoid, meanwhile, modern spirit, filled with countless tourists and cars. The scenography of the performance distinguishes its limit minimalism with elements of light chaos (artist Nikolai Slobodynican), completely black space delays itself and absorbs careless seva. This usual directorial solution makes it possible not to just see the city, but to feel it, hear, because the voices of St. Petersburg street sounds the background.

It was in such artistic framework that the "marriage" itself unfolds - Gogol History about the bride of Agafier Tikhonovna performed by the Honored Artist of Russia, Anna Kovalchuk and a woven serving Papeles (Oleg Fedorov). These two are moving, suffer, constantly choose and go out, can not understand what to do with their lives, and how to connect them together. In general, follow all the senses from the famous poem of Marina Tsvetaeva, also found a place in the play:

"We are different with you
Like sushi and water
We are different
Like a ray with a shadow.
I assure you - it does not matter,
And the best acquisition
We are with you different, what grace!
Perfectly complement each other.
What is the same to give us?
Only a feeling of a closed circle ... "

This touching, piercing, satirical, in places is insanely funny, but more often a sad story is developing enough, from time to time returning to the episodes already played. The repeats of the text and deliberately slowing them several times, the chaotic order of scenes, changing several times the role of Agafya Tikhonovna several times - these traditional directing techniques of Butusov, unfortunately, this time do not produce a strong impression on the audience, whose attention dissipates from the middle of the first action . It may be affected by the premiere excitement, and that is why the performance is quite difficult and not quite organic, it is very tightened in places and sometimes falls apart on separate episodes. The first part of the formulation is much more dense, saturated, diverse in mood, in contrast to the second, where the scene behind the scene, as if in a hurry, run on each other, breaking all the slightness of the composition.

The majority of witty and satirical etudes, which deliberately embarrass the tragic rhythm of the narration belong to the third Gogol meaning of the performance. For example, it charmingly looks like a trio of woven to Agafier Tikhonovna Grooms. Eggs, Anchkin and Zhevakin (Sergey Miigitsko, Evgeny Filatov and Alexander Novikov), as if having hugged in a glassmaking, sing and Capella famous Soviet songs about chamomile, buttercups, pilots, girls and airplanes. This and other music becomes another full hero of the play, the Sun, around which everything rotates. And if some dramatic episodes cause questions, then the music along with the ideal acting plastic is sensitive and generously give the opportunity to feel the depth of the tragic history of two adults, again and again reminding viewers, how important to love and be loved.

Elena Bachmanova, especially for Musecube
The report uses the photos provided by the theater. Lensovet

"We are with you different ..." Marina Tsvetaeva

We are different
Like sushi and water
We are different
Like a ray with a shadow.
I assure you - it does not matter,
And the best acquisition.

We are different
What grace!
Perfectly complement
We are each other.
What is the same to give us?
Only a feeling of a closed circle.

Analysis of the poem of the color "We are different ..."

The work was dated 1915 - the time of Tsuevian youth, replete with interesting acquaintances and stormy hobbies. According to the lyrical heroine, her heart is "too full", and every day of a saturated life is similar to a small wave.

The stained poem is organized by antithesis, emphasizing the difference in the characteristics of the lyrical pair. The idea of \u200b\u200bmisstitution is designed to convey the lexical anaphor and two comparisons illustrating the degree of contrast. As components of comparative designs, the author chooses traditional pairs: earthly solid and water element, sunlight and shadow.

Against the background of hot assumes, sounding in the first rows, the conclusion is unexpected, which makes a lyrical "I" at the end of the first stanza. The opposite of beliefs, preferences or habits is not a sentence or a reason for the gap, but a gift of fate, the "best acquisition" for lovers.

In the second stanza, the subject of speech explains its own paradoxical conclusion, demonstrating the deep knowledge of the laws of psychology. Refrain about incorrecting, to which the poetess appeals for the third time, in a new context is endowed with a positive, life-affirming sound. Happiness is that the difference in characters is in itself positive potential: it enriches relationships and conveys the diversity of contradictory and beautiful world. Completes the small text of the author's aphorism, in which the likeness is identified with cyclicality, resembling jogging on a closed circle, is a hopeless, meaningless, exhausting soul.

In an effort to give a lyrical narrative, special expressiveness and depict the immediacy of the experience, the poetess shares the two first lines in each of the storage. The rhythmic drawing of the work is complicated, approaching the idle-minded speech.

Sincere optimist, the Tsvetaevian heroine wants to convince the lyrical addressee in the self-felt sense, for which it is worth removing the conventions. The allegorical picture, which represents the need for love as a basis for the existence of all the living, depicted in the poem "Two trees want to each other." The eternal law of the earth's life of the poetess lumber into the laconic formula: "one to another".

Marina Tsvetaeva - an amazing woman of amazing fate. Marina Tsvetaeva is a classic "artist" - the Creator, unrecognized and poor in the life of the genius, which the whole country began to adore only after her death - suicide. Marina Tsvetaeva rose in an intelligent family, fluently owned several foreign languages, lost her mother, wounded early married and gave birth to a child, she loved men very much - she loved and knew how to love her, she was often called "Casanova in a skirt", because She had a lot of lovers when alive and jealous, but loving her husband.

With the beginning of the First World War and the Socialist Revolution in the life of Marina Tsvetaeva, it was not that the black band in life is that her life plunged into the impenetrable darkness of emigrant hopelessness, Nishchensky existence - her husband was sick, her second child died of hunger, the family existed for meager Revenues from the translations of the color and sewing work of her little daughter. Upon returning to the USSR, the Tsvetaeva's husband was shot in the dungeons, but Marina Tsvetaeva did not know about it, although he guessed the possibility of such death. Her daughter Ariadna was also arrested.

It was just not to live for. And then the Second World War began, there was no work - Marina Tsvetaeva - an outstanding woman-poet, a gifted creative person, verses and songs whose songs admired the entire USSR, did not even take the position of dishwasher in Litburo! From despair, from the continuous series of humiliations, deprivities and defeats, Marina Tsvetaeva committed suicide on August 31, 1941, asking his son George forgiveness for this her son ...

Despite the terrible, tragic fate, the poems of Marina Tsvetaeva full of love and life, faith in God and the best. Until now, the poems about the love of Marina Tsvetaeva are considered the most original, cool and unusual love verses - it was amazingly ingenious and non-standard poet and prose. Someone more like beautiful poems about the love of Anna Akhmatova, but personally, they seem to me too hopeless, hopeless, hopeless by some. And the love poems of Marina Tsvetaeva, of course, it is also difficult to call too fun and optimistic, but they are sad somehow in a light one - her poems are read easily and without darning.

I like that you are sick not me

I like that you are not sick with me,
I like that I am not sick,
That never heavy balloon
Does not float under our legs.

I like that you can be funny
Dissolved - and do not play words,
And do not blush a suffocable wave,
Sleeping slightly with sleeves.

I like what you are with me
Calmly hug another,
Do not read me in hell
Burn for the fact that I don't have you.

What is the name of a gentle mine, my gentle, not
We mention in the afternoon nor at night - vsu ...
That never in church silence
Do not rush over us: Alliluya!

Thank you and your heart and hand
For the fact that you do not know me!
So love: for my night rest,
For rarity meetings with clums.

For our non-walking under the moon,
Behind the sun, we are not over our heads,
For the fact that you are sick - alas! - not me,
For the fact that I am hospital - alas! - not you!

This love verse is a classic love lyrics. The words of this beautiful and touching poem of love are put on a sad, lyrical song that everyone knows, for every new year all the inhabitants of the former Soviet Union look an intricate history of love, which begins with the fact that our men went to the bath ... "I like that you are not sick with me, I like that I am not sick ... "

We are different with you, like sushi and water ...

We are different
Like sushi and water
We are different
Like a ray with a shadow.

I assure you - it does not matter,
And the best acquisition.

We are different
What grace!
Perfectly complement
We are each other.

What is the same to give us?
Only a feeling of a closed circle.

Great poems of Marina Tsvetaeva about the different essence of a woman and a man. Comparison of women and men like sushi and water - can there be something even more beautiful, is there a more successful comparison, metaphor? Genius, on the genius to notice what is hidden from the eyes of ordinary people.

Frivolity

Littleness! - Cute sin,
Cute satellite and enemy my cute!
You in my eyes glared laughter,
And I splashed the Mazurka in the veins.

Taking not to keep rings,
Who would be me nor married!
Start at random
And finish before the start.

Be as stem and be like steel
In life, where we can so little ...
Chocolate treat sadness
And laugh in the face of passersby!

Beautiful female verse about changeable female entity. "Chocolate treat sadness" is so relevant and nowadays, a hundred years later, writing these lyrical poems about a woman and its essence ...

Novolunya

The new month got over the meadow,
Above Rosista intern.
Cute, Far and Alien,
Come, you will be a friend.

In the afternoon - hiding, in the afternoon - silent.
Month in the sky, no urine!
In these monthly nights
Rive to your beloved shoulder.

I will not ask myself: "Who is he?"
Everyone will tell - your lips!
Only the day of the arms of rude,
Only in the afternoon gusting funny.

In the afternoon, Tomima is proud demon,
Luge with a smile on the mouth.
At night, ... Cute, far ... ah!
Lunar Sickle over the forest!

Wonderful, beautiful love poems about gentle first or second love. Who loved, he will understand that "everyone will tell you - your lips!", He will remember how he fled and sought his first love dove ...

IN PARIS

At home to stars, and the sky is lower,
Earth in the child is close to him.
In big and joyful Paris
All the same Tusca.

Noisy evening boulevards,
The last ray of dawn Ugas.
Everywhere, everywhere all couples, couples,
Shipping lips and cheering eyes.

I'm alone here. To the trunk of chestnut
Put so sweet head!
And in the heart cries the verse of Rostan
How there, in an abandoned Moscow.

Paris in the night I am alien and pity,
More expensive to the heart of the former nonsense!
I go home, there is sadness
And someone's gentle portrait.

There's someone's sad-fraternal look.
There is a gentle profile on the wall.
Rostand and Martyr Reichstadt
And Sarah - everyone will come in a dream!

In big and joyful Paris
I dream of herbs, clouds,
And further laughter and shadows closer
And the pain as before deep.

Sad and beautiful verse about the loneliness of the emigrant in distant and cold, someone else's Paris. Who was loved and loved, spinning in the whirlpool of love passion, and then he was thrown over the side of the love boat, he understands what these beautiful and sad pohes ...

World

The world began in the MGLU Kochyevye:
It roam the night land - trees,
It roam gold wine - bunches,
It is wandering from home to the house - stars,
These rivers start the way - reversal!
And I want to go to your chest to you.

Nina

To friend-piano comfort
You left favorite books.
Someone's whisper appeared in heating
Worried you and sadness.

The same blue summer days
The same in the sky and stars and faucets ...
You closed tired handles,
And your face, Nina, in the shade.

As if the requests are shy for
Repeated the last chord.
Whose image of the heart is not erased! ..
All as before: portraits, notebooks,

Sad lilies in a vase flowers,
There is a world on the sofa cat ...
In the quiet rooms of a little cottage
All as before. As before and you.

Children's gaze that sadly worries,
I'm from the heart, oh no, not erased.
I loved you like sister
And tender, and deeper, perhaps!

Like sister, and now in the distance
As a princess from a dream Andersen ...
Here, in Paris, where the hay rolls,
I am with you, like there, on the Oka.

May the plain silence
And the confusion of complex nodes.
Eat singing, singing without words,
About Favorite, Far Nina!

It is said that Marina Tsvetaeva was not alien to lesbian love ... They say that for half of two years she threw her husband for his love for a woman - one translator and poetess. And if all these hang out conversations are true, then this gentle and beautiful verse dedicated to Nina is the best and most original confirmation.

Captive

She rests on embroidered pillows,
Slightly excited by a flashing beam.
What about? Thought about what?
About new dresses? Is new toys about new?

Saluna-captive languished all day
In the rest of the gloomy prison of the scarce.
From the flow of magnificent, from strict choral
Her night shadow leads to heaven.

Did not lie in the books pale vignets:
A severe canopy is opened,
And the laughter of the linking mandolin is heard,
And the kastagnets sigh sigh.

Zloniv knee, waiting for a curly couple
Her, the hear, who has a charming smile.
Alleys are silent, in the pools splashing fish
And the silver, heavy crew waits.

But ... Drains all! MiG repaid will come;
From the evil tears of the eyelashes trawn silk,
And in the morning about royal debt
Starting harsh abbry.

Nebanal poems of love, luxury and inevitable rules for the sins of youth and frivolous love. Beautiful, charming, air and original. Marina Tsvetaeva is a unique poetess.

The boy running the risk ...

Boy running tearing,
I appeared to you.
You laughed soberly
Evil my words:

"Prank - life to me, name - prank!
Laugh who are not stupid! "
And have not seen fatigue
Bad lips.

Moon attracted you
Two huge eyes.
- too pink and young
I was for you!

Melting easier snow,
I was like steel.
Ball, jumped from running
Right on the piano

Spring sand under teeth or
Steel on the glass ...
- Only you did not catch
Terrible shooter

Lung words of my and tenderness
Wrath Points ...
Stone hopelessness
All my leprosy!

Light and kind poem about youthful audacity, zador and, perhaps, the first love excitement is the first love, a children's passion.

Be delicate, mad and noisy

Be delicate, mad and noisy,
- So craving to live!
Charming and smart,
Charming to be!

Tender everyone who is and were
Do not know guilt ...
- about perturbation that in the grave
We are all equal!

Become the fact that no one is cute
- Oh, become like ice!
Not knowing what was
Nothing comes

Forget how the heart split
And again merged,
Forget your words and voice
And hair shine.

Turquoise bracelet antique
On the stalk
On this narrow, this long
My hand ...

How sketching Tuchka
From afar
For a pearl handle
Hand took

How to jump into the legs
Through the woven
Forget as near the road
Fucked shadow.

Forget how flames in the lazuries,
How days are quiet ...
- all pants their own, all storms
And all poems!

My accomplishment miracle
Turn up laughter.
I, forever pink, I will
Paler than all.

And will not open - so it is necessary
- Oh, please!
Nor for sunset, nor to look
Neither for fields.

My lowered eyelids.
- Neither for a flower!
My Earth, I'm sorry forever,
For all centuries.

And they will also hide the moon
And melting snow
When this young will be sown,
Adorable eyelid.

Excellent, beautiful poems for girls and young girls. For those who love pink and tenderness, this verse must become anthem. Good and ringing, young and perky, cool and light poem, which is easy to read, as if inhaling the charm of his youth.

Collecting loved ones ...

Collecting loved ones
I sing songs for them -
To accepted somehow
That once gave themselves.

Green trail
I bring them to the intersection.
You are without tired, wind, sing,
You, the road, do not be tough!

Cloud Siza, tears do not,
As for the holiday they are shod!
Santori, snakes,
Throw, robbing, the knife is your lut.

You, passing beauty,
Be a fun bride.
Clean the mouth for me -
The king of Heaven will reward you!

Flagery, fires, in forests,
Accelerate bertheny berthes.
Virgin Mary in Heaven,
Remember my passersby!

Attempting jealousy: how do you live with another?!

How do you live with another
Is it easier? Punch oars!
Line Beregovo
Soon the memory moved?

About me, floating island
(In the sky - not on the waters)!
Souls, souls! Be to you sisters
Not mistresses - you!

How do you live with a snone
Woman? Without deities?
Sovereign with throne
Svetshi (with a concentration)?

How does it live like you?
Heds? Get up - how?
With duty of immortal vulgarity
How do you cope, poor man?

"Sailor yes interruptions -
Stop! Hiring home. "
How do you live with anyone
Favorite my way!?

Often and sedobic -
Sand? I do not eat - do not push ...
How do you live with a similarity -
You, I am correcting Sinai!

How you live with someone else
In place? Rebr - Lyuba?
Shame Zevezoy sovereign
Does not hide the forehead?

How do you live - hello?
Make it? Soon - how?
With ulcer of immortal conscience
How do you cope, poor man?

How do you live with a commodity
Market? Purpose - cool?
After marbles Carrara
How do you live with a pipe?

Gypsum? (From the boulder is carved
God - and trustly broken!)
How you live with a hundred-thousandth:
To you, Lilitus!

Market novelty
Will fillets? To the Volshbama cooled,
How do you live with earth
Woman, without sixth

Feelings?! Well, for the head: happy?!
Not? In the failure without depths:
How does it live, cute? Whether
Is it like me with another?

I call his ring with call!

I call his ring with call!
- Yes, in eternity - a wife, not on paper.
His excessively narrow face
Like a sword.

Silent his mouth, angles down,
Painfully-gorgeous eyebrows.
In his face tragically merged
Two ancient blood.

It is fine first subtlety branches.
His eyes are perfectly useless!
Under the wings of the sprawled eyebrows -
Two abyss.

In his face, I am true to chivalry,
- All of you who lived and died without fear!
Such - in the fatal times
Signs are well - and go on the fell.

Marina

Who is created from a stone who is created from clay,
And I am silly and sparkle!
I'm the case - treason, I am name - Marina,
I am a marine marine foam.

Who is created from clay, who is created from the flesh,
Those coffin and tombstones ...
- In the font of the sea baptism - and in flight
His - incessantly broken!

Through each heart, through every network
It breaks my self-width.
Do you see Kudri bless these?
Earth will not make salt.

Walking about the granite your knees,
I am with every wave - resurrected!
Long live foam - Merry foam,
High marine foam!

Poems about love. The most beautiful, original, cool and best love poems of Marina Tsvetaeva.

I wrote on a sticky board

I wrote on a sticky board,
And on the leaflets of Ferres of faded,
And on the river, and on the sea sand,
Skates on ice, and a ring on the glasses ...

And on the trunks that hundreds of winters,
And finally, - so that everyone has been known!
What do you love! Love! Love! Love!
Signed - rainbow heavenly.

How I wanted every color
In the eyelids with me! Under my fingers!
And then, bowing the forehead on the table,
The cross will crossed the name ...

But you, in the hand of a sales scribe
Put! You, that I heart stuff!
I am unsold! Inside the rings!
You are to survive on the scrubbles.

December and January

In December, at the dawn was happiness,
Lasted - a moment.
Present, first happiness
Not from books!

In January, there was a mountain at dawn,
Lasted - an hour.
Present, bitter grief

For the first time!

Bitterness!

Bitterness! Bitterness! Eternal flax
On your lips, about passion!
Bitterness! Bitterness! Eternal art -
The final mouth.

I'm from bitterness - kiss
Everyone who is young and good.
You from bitterness - another
Do you lead the hand at night.

With bread, with water swallow
Goride-grief, bitterness-sadness.
There is one grass such
On the meadows of yours, about Rus.

Polynolunya

Full hacker, and fur bear,
And Bubakers Easy dance ...
Frivolous hour! - I also
The deepest hour.

Managed me the oncoming wind
Snow fell a look,
On the hill the monastery leveled
And from snow - holy.

You are snowflakes with chest sable
I'm sake a friend, friend
I look at the tree - in the field
And on the lunar circle.

Behind the widespread soamchik
Two will not meet their heads.
Begins to me the Lord - to dream
Restored - you.

In the black sky, words are inscribed

In the black sky, words are drawn -
And the eyes are excellent ...
And it's not scary to us a little one
And not sweetly we are passionate bed.

In the sweat - writing, in the sweat - arable one!
We are familiar with a different zeal:
Light lights, over curls dancing,
The blow of inspiration!

Holy El You, Ile No Sinner

Holy I, Ile not sinner
You enter into life, Ile your way behind
Oh, only love, love him gentle!

As a boy, Boujuki on the chest,
Do not forget that you need a dream more
And suddenly there is no clog from sleep.

Be forever with him: Let us teach
You sadness his and gentle eyes.

Be forever with him: His doubt is tormented,
Touch his sisters movement.

But, if dreams are sinless
Sums to light a monstrous fire!

Do not exchange anything with anyone
In itself, the longing of the past sweep.

Whether to him, who I did not dare:
His dreams are afraid not thicker!

Whether to him who I failed to be:
Love without measures and love to the end!

SIGNS

Exactly the mountain was carried in Pole -
Total body pain!
I love to know in pain
Total body along.

Exactly the field in me was infuriated
For any thunderstorm.
I love I learn about Dali
All and everything is close.

EVERYTHING NUDRA in me
To the foundations where Smin.
I love Lyubovaya
Total body along

Sound. Draft as mane
Overweight, HUNN:
I love to learn about breaking
The most faithful strings

Gorlovy, - Gorld Gorges
Rust, live salt.
I love learning from the gap,
Not! by trill
Total body along!

Yesterday I looked in my eyes ...

Yesterday I looked in my eyes,
And now - everything mows to the side!
Yesterday, I was sitting before the birds
All the larks are now crows!

I am stupid, and you are a smart
Live, and I am dumbfounded.
About the cry of women of all time:
"My cute, what did I do?!"

And tears to her - water and blood -
Water, - in the blood, washed in tears!
Not a mother, and stepmother - love:
Do not wait for a court nor mercy.

Cute ships take off
He takes their way white ...
And the moan stands along the whole land:

Yesterday I was still lying in my feet!
I equal to the Chinese power!
Both hand keen kept
Life fell out - a penny rust!

Detubitis on a court
I stand - a non-free, fierce.
I'll tell you hell:
"My cute, what did I do?"

I will ask the chair, I will ask bed:
"For what, for what to suffer and disadvantage?"
"Called - Chaoles:
Another kissing, "they answer.

Live taught in the fire itself
He threw himself - in the steppe Zeilaned!
That's what you, cute, made me!
My cute, what do you - I did?

Everything I know - not stop!
Rady again - no mistress!
Where love retreats
There will approach the death-gardener.

Itself - what a tree shake!
On the time apple falls ripe ...
- For all, for all I'm sorry for
My dear, - what did I do!

Poems about love. The most beautiful, original, cool and best love poems of Marina Tsvetaeva.

Your gentle mouth is a solid kiss ...

Your gentle mouth is a solid kiss ...
- And that's all, and I am just as a beggar.
Who am I now? - Unified? - No, thousands!
The Conqueror? - No, conquering!

Love is it - or admiring,
PERO PUDDA - ILE PRINDDOR,
Lie Torznya in the angelic rank,
Ile a chute pretending - calling ...

Souls sadness, eyes charming,
Per Lee Striker - Ah! - not anyway,
How to name this set - no
Your gentle mouth is a solid kiss!

Terrible fate, beautiful poems. How is life unpredictable! Other inflated poets and writers all their lives like cheese in oil ride-lying, while others are undoubtedly talented and gifted, truly creative and original personalities are all their lives without cola, without the court, without ordinary female or male happiness, and die unrecognized Genii to become everyone after death. Is it fair? Did the Soviet power for the author of the song "Irony of Fate or Enjoy Your Ferry!" "I like that you are not sick with me" and a number of other masterpieces? But as a result, we have beautiful and lungs, elegant, almost ringing and kind, sad lyrical poems about love, jealousy, loneliness, about life ...

Analysis of the poem of the color "We are different ..."