Marina’s mother, who was her husband’s second wife, became ill with TB and in 1902 the family began to travel hoping that her health would improve. The family lived in Italy near Genoa for some time. Marina was sent to boarding school in Lausanne in 1904 and her mother, who wanted Marina to become a concert pianist, insisted that she study music. After her mother’s death in 1906, Marina at last felt she could concentrate on her poetry writing. 1908 Marina went to the Sorbonne in Paris to study the history of literature. She published her first volume of poetry herself in 1910.
In 1912, Marina married Sergei Yakovlevich Efron, an officer in the Russian Army. The same year, Marina’s Father’s project The Pushkin Museum of Fine Arts was opened. The opening ceremony of the museum was attended by Tsar Nicholas II. Until the Russian Revolution, the couple used to travel to The Crimea every summer.
Sergei went to fight on the Russian Front in 1914. In 1917 he joined the White Army and Marina went to Moscow. There was a famine in Moscow after the Revolution and Marina’s health suffered and her daughter Irina starved to death.
In 1922, Marina and her daughter Ariadna, who had survived the famine, went to Berlin where they were reunited with Efron who Marina was convinced had been killed by the Bolsheviks. In 1923, she began to correspond with Rainer Maria Riike. The family moved to Prague and in 1925 to Paris. Marina continued with her writing. In 1939, the family returned to Moscow. Her husband and daughter were arrested on spying charged and her husband was shot.
Marina died in Yelabuga on 31st August 1941. Russian composer Dmitri Shostakovich set some of Marina’s poems to music and in 2003 an opera about her was performed in New York – “Marina: A Captive Spirit.”
Here is a translation of one of Marina's poems:
I Know the Truth
This truth I know – all other truths must cease
Our useless struggle no longer can appease.
For it is evening and the earth by night will soon be covered
What are you discussing? Poets? Generals? Lovers?
The wind has softened and the earth is damp with dew
The galaxy of stars above will soon be but a few
And together we beneath the earth will slumber -
We, who gave no others peace but constant thunder.
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