“There is something amazing at the author and made poems. I would say that the poet’s thin nerve, his worldview literally in the fluff, spreads all the standard and calmed” beauty “of life. Well, what, in fact, having apartments, children, husband, think about a hearty dinner, about rags, about entertainment, planning days, weeks and so on? Russian poet could go far and invisently, like many others.
All this was with Marina Kleimets and all this was not.
We met in the fall of the nineties. I am a novice artist, she is already a mature poet. Her poems shocked me – unusual, frightening. There was something in them from that time – pain, hatred and subtle lyricism. Events were approaching the window, Russia writhed in its totalitarianism, in its party -press end. And then poems were read on the candle, wine wasoclated and the thunder of heaven curled around a little woman who could foresee everything and know everything. Yes, to know. She knew that freedom in Russia was anarchy. That democrats in Russian are thieves. And those who did not go to P …
Author
Kleimets Marina Anatolyevna
Artist
Schemits Anatoly
Publisher
VK, 2008
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