The rebel forehead and womb. Memoirs, diary entries, aphorisms, letters. Tsvetaeva M.I.

Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva (1892-1941) is one of the first, if not the very first, began to persistently and consistently call herself not a poet, but a poet. In her opinion, the poetesses, with rare exceptions, are manner, like this word itself, in a way is elusive and focused on trifles, and she felt like a core, a clot of creative energy and courageous will-namely a poet: powerful, powerful, explosive, ruthless to yourself, deeply tragic. But over the years, at the peak of a poetic take -off, Tsvetaeva, in full force, was also revealed as a memoirist, an essayist, a novelist, an essayist, a critic, and the author of extensive diaries and many letters - in short, an incomparable prose writer. There are literary gourmets who even put her prose above verses. Paradoxically, in piercing confessional verses, she primarily reveals to us - ourselves, and in close prose - first of all, he gives himself out with the head.

The book is addressed to a wide range of interested readers.