Under the caress of a plush plaid. Tsvetaeva M.I.

“I like that you are not sick with me...”, “How many of them fell into this abyss...”, “Under the affection of a plush plaid...” - thanks to cinema, these and many other verses became known to the wide reader. Tsvetaeva’s poetry is distinguished by unique female intonations, “very Russian dialect”, as contemporaries claimed. Either melting, then swift; either perky, then sad - her works are understandable and loved to this day.