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I will regret only music and the sun / Мне жаль только музыки и солнца

When we think about Marina Tsvetaeva, we immediately reminisce about her poems, and more so - the songs based on these poems. However, she also wrote prose, which is especially interesting since, while preserving her unique rhythm and play of words, it is autobiographical. Tsvetaeva writes about her childhood, about her mother, sister, about meetings with Mandelstam at the dacha, about her perception of Pushkin. All this and with such soul and imagery, where the reader is drawn to feel as he or she inhale the dust of this road, squint eyes from the sun, shielding oneself with a straw hat ...

As a director, I have staged this prose several times, yet I don’t get tired of it at all. Each time I see it from a slightly different angle, slightly different accents emerge. In the latest dramatization, everything revolves around the silver rings that Tsvetaeva kept in her emigration in Paris - "and what a wonderful silver chord to all this."

Come and enjoy the elegant style and spiritual simplicity of this story about a mother and music - a story filled with tender love and sadness.

It is especially recommended for teens and their parents - so many seeds for interesting discussions.

Когда мы думаем о Марине Цветаевой, то сразу же вспоминаются ее стихи, а еще больше - песни, написанные на эти стихи. Однако, есть у нее и проза. И эта проза в особенности интересна тем, что сохраняя Цветаевский ритм и игру слов, она повествует о ее собственной жизни: о детстве, о матери, о сестре, о встречах на даче с Мандельштамом, о своем восприятии Пушкина... И все это с такой душой,

образами, будто и вправду вдыхаешь пыль этой дороги, будто сам щуришь глаза от солнца, загораживаясь соломенной