N Lvova biography

And I will dutifully carry a storm of flame and light into darkness. Under his patronage, Nadezhda Lvova published her poems in several magazines, such as “Female Affairs”, “New Life”, Almanac “Harvest” and “Mesonin of Poetry”; And in the year the only lifetime collection of poems “The Old Fairy Tale. Poems GG. Lviv was very jealous. In a letter to Bryusov of September 9, she wrote: “And, like you, in love I want to be“ first ”and the only one.

Did you want me to be one of many? You experimented with her, expected every step. You do not want to see at all that in front of you is not a woman for whom love is a sport, but a girl for whom she is all. ” They spent the summer of the year in Finland. But then a discord came in their relationship again. The suicide of Nadezhda Lvova on November 24, being depressed, Lviv shot himself from the revolver presented by her lover in the house of the Constantinople courtyard on the Krapivensky lane.

The day before, she called Valery Bryusov, begging to come. But he stated that he was busy, and appeared only in the morning. The shot dead left in the name of the poet V. Bryusov is a letter and a whole pile of manuscripts about 9 hours B. In a few minutes, Ms. L. Then she went into her room in the apartment, complete silence reigned. Five minutes after the conversation, Ms.

L. In the dying letter of Lvova was the following: “And I don’t have to laugh and tell you, endlessly, that I love you, that you will be very good with me, that I don’t want to“ step over ”through these days that you write about that I want to be with you. As you want, “a friend, friend, mistress, servant,” - what terrible words you found. I love you - and by whom you want - I will be there.

But I will not "nothing", I do not want and I can not be. Well, give me a hand, answer me rather - I still can’t wait long, you don’t get scared, this is not a threat: it's just true. Give me a hand, be with me if you have time to come, come to me. And my love - and you must take my life. Don't you feel it. The last time I beg, if you have time, come. Vladislav Khodasevich recalled: “At 11 hours she called to me - I was not at home.

In the late evening, she shot himself. This was reported to me in the morning. An hour later, Shershenevich called me and said that Bryusov’s wife was asking to patting so that they would not write excess in the newspapers. Bryusov cared me little, but I did not want reporters to dig in the history of Nadi. I agreed to go to the “Russian Vedomosti” and to the “Russian Word”.

Buried in the Mius cemetery. Shocked by the death of his mistress, Bryusov went to the sanatorium near Riga, where he spent a month and a half. He did not appear at Lvov’s funeral. Poems of Nadezhda Lvova:.