Here you will find the Poem Prayer of poet Marina Ivanova Tsvetaeva
Christ and the Lord! I thirst for marvel Now, here, as the day would start! The life is like a book to me, So let me die. Let me depart. You're wise, and sternly 'Now be patient, Your time's not ripe' you will not say. Yourself you gave me - too much now! I thirst at once - for every way! I want it all: with soul of gypsy To run to plunder with a song, To suffer for all near an organ, To run to war, an Amazon; To divine stars in a black tower The kids through shadows to lead? That yesterday would be a legend, That each and every day be mad! I love the cross, the silk, the helmet, The minute's trace of soul of mine.. You gave me childhood - better than fiction Now let me die at seventeen!
