Marina Tsvetaeva once compared herself to a tree in which all lightning strikes. Long-term separation from Russia, poverty and a heavy "stoppood life." Loneliness - that in emigration, that "at home", where, in a tragic concourse of circumstances, she fell back to the era of "great terror" and survived the arrest of her husband and daughter, whom she had never seen again. But despite all the experience, Tsvetaeva''s verses, according to one critic, "radiate love and love are permeated ... rush to the world and try to make the whole world embrace."
