Here's the window again
Where they don't sleep again.
Maybe they drink wine,
Maybe they’re sitting like that.
Or simply - hands
Two cannot separate.
In every home, friend,
There is such a window.

It was not from candles, but from lamps that the darkness was lit:
From sleepless eyes!

The cry of separations and meetings -
You, window in the night!
Maybe hundreds of candles,
Maybe three candles...
No and no mind
My peace.
And in my house
It started like this.

Pray, my friend, for the sleepless house,
Out the window with fire!

Analysis of the poem “Here is the window again, where they don’t sleep again...” by Tsvetaeva

After M. Tsvetaeva broke up with S. Parnok, she returned to her husband. The poetess had no illusions about returning to a calm family life. There was a wide crack between the spouses. Tsvetaeva could not calm down, indulging in painful thoughts. The result of this was the poetic cycle “Insomnia”, which includes the poem “Here is the window again...”.

Having experienced the burden of sleepless nights, the poetess turns to the symbol of such a state - a window illuminated in the night. Random passers-by rarely pay attention to the windows of houses burning in the darkness. But behind each of them lies someone’s great pain or great joy. People who lead a calm and measured life sleep at night. Only extraordinary events cause insomnia. Perhaps they are “drinking wine” outside the illuminated window, pouring it on their grief or melancholy. Or all night in the light, “two hands cannot separate” lovers. By stating that every house has such a window, the poetess means that an event happens in the life of every person that makes him not sleep at night.

Tsvetaeva argues that the symbolic window is illuminated not so much by a physical source of light, but by “sleepless eyes.” The poetess believed in the existence of the spiritual world, so for her the energy emitted by an excited person was of paramount importance. If people had special vision, then instead of the light from lamps and candles, they would see powerful streams of a wide variety of feelings that turn the night into a nightmare or a holiday. The window in this sense becomes the boundary between two worlds: external indifference and a whole spectrum of emotions locked in a narrow space. In the sleeping city, the secret nightlife, hidden from others, never ceases.

Suffering from painful thoughts, the poetess sadly admits that a window lit up at night appeared in her house. Addressing an unknown interlocutor, she calls on him to pray “for a sleepless house.” After all, no person can be sure that the same “window with fire” will not appear.

By turning the window into a symbol of insomnia, Tsvetaeva seems to be looking for support from all people who share her feelings and experiences. The feeling of spiritual closeness with the same martyrs eases her pain, gives hope for speedy deliverance and finding peace of mind.

Marina Tsvetaeva wrote the poem “Here is the Window Again,” which was included in the poetic cycle “Insomnia” in 1916 during a very difficult period for herself. At this time, she returned to her husband, Sergei Efron, after a whirlwind romance with Sofia Parnok. The poetess understood that her marriage would no longer be happy; her soul was tormented by doubts and worries. The poems of this period are an attempt to come to terms with the imperfections of the world and find the strength to live a joyful and serene life.

Here's the window again
Where they don't sleep again.
Maybe they drink wine
Maybe that's how they sit.
Or simply - hands
Two cannot separate.
In every home, friend,
There is such a window.

The cry of separations and meetings -
You, window in the night!
Maybe hundreds of candles,
Maybe three candles...
No and no mind
For me - peace.
And in my house
It started like this.

Pray, my friend, for the sleepless house,
Out the window with fire!

Many years later, Tsvetaeva’s poems were set to music. And they were performed by Elena Kamburova

Fans of Silver Age poetry will be interested to see - from carelessness to doom.

Marina Tsvetaeva was passionately interested not only in representatives of the stronger half of humanity. She had a fairly close relationship with the poet and translator S. Parnok. To read the poem “Here is the window again” by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva means to witness how she is trying to come to her senses after the “first catastrophe in her life.”

The poem was created in 1916. It is the final chord of the two-year romance between Tsvetaeva and S. Parnok. After breaking up with his girlfriend, the poet returns to her husband. But family life continues to weigh on her. The text of Tsvetaeva’s poem “Here is the window again,” which is taught in a literature lesson in the 10th grade, reflects the author’s spiritual disharmony. For the heroine suffering from insomnia, the window is a symbol of piercing loneliness, meetings and separations.

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Here's the window again
Where they don't sleep again.
Maybe they drink wine,
Maybe that’s how they sit.
Or simply - hands
Two cannot separate.
In every home, friend,
There is such a window.

It was not from candles, but from lamps that the darkness was lit:
From sleepless eyes!

The cry of separations and meetings -
You, window in the night!
Maybe hundreds of candles,
Maybe three candles...
No and no mind
My peace.
And in my house
It started like this.

Pray, my friend, for the sleepless house,
Out the window with fire!

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THREE SONGS
based on poems by Marina Tsvetaeva

Music by Boris Tishchenko

1. WINDOW

Here's the window again
Where they don't sleep again.
Maybe they drink wine,
Maybe that’s how they sit.

Or simply - hands
Two cannot separate.
In every home, friend,
There is such a window.

The cry of separations and meetings -
You, window in the night!
Maybe hundreds of candles,
Maybe three candles...

No and no mind
My peace.
And in my house
It started like this.

Pray, my friend,
For a sleepless house,
Out the window with fire!

2. LEAVES FALLED OFF

The leaves fell over your grave,
And it smells like winter.
Listen, darling, listen, darling:
You are still mine.

Laugh! - In the blessed lionfish of the road!
The moon is high.
Mine - so undoubtedly and so immutably,
Like this hand.

I'll come up with a bundle early in the morning again
To the hospital doors.
You just went to hot countries,
To the great seas.

I kissed you! I cast a spell for you!
I laugh at the darkness beyond the grave!
I don't believe in death! I'm waiting for you from the station -
Home!

Let the leaves fall, washed away and erased
There are words on the mourning ribbons.
And if for the whole world you are dead,
I'm dead too... dead too... dead.

I see, I feel, I smell you everywhere,
What ribbons from your wreaths! -
I haven't forgotten you and I won't forget you
Forever and ever.

I know the aimlessness of such promises,
I know futility. -
Letter to infinity, - Letter to infinity. -
A letter to the void.

3. MIRROR

I want to be at the mirror, where there is dregs
And the dream is foggy
I'll ask you where to go
And where is the refuge?

I see: the mast of a ship,
And you are on deck...
You are in the smoke of the train... Fields
In the evening complaint...

Evening fields in dew,
Above them are crows...
- I bless you for everything
Four sides!
- I bless you for everything
Four sides!
- I bless you for everything
Four sides!

For the third poem (“I want to be at the mirror, where the dregs…”) there is also a famous romance by Mikael Tariverdiev, written for the film by Eldar Ryazanov “The Irony of Fate, or Enjoy Your Bath” (1975).

1916 turned out to be a difficult year for Tsvetaeva, which is clearly visible in the poetess’s poems, where sadness and melancholy dominate. This year, Marina breaks up with Sofia Parnok and, without hope for the best, returns to Efron, her husband. The former passion for Sophia has subsided, but has left many scars on the heart, and the husband takes up no more space in life than a wardrobe - the author does not harbor hopes of returning to the old relationship.

Let’s not forget that the internal fracture in Tsvetaeva’s soul occurs against the backdrop of the madness of the civil war, which only deepens the colors of mental suffering and contributes to self-isolation.

Hope of the sanctified window

The poem “Here is the Window Again” is part of the cycle of poems “Insomnia” and was written at the end of 1916, as if summing up the difficult 12 months. Against the background of melancholy and sadness, there is hope in the verse - this is a window illuminated in the night, where:

Maybe they drink wine
Maybe that's how they sit.

The beginning of the work shows that this is not the first mental suffering of the poetess:

There's the window again.

That is, it has already happened, similar suffering has already left scars on the soul and everything is repeated again. And because of this repetition, indifference to the surroundings shines through between the lines, how can one not recall the biblical lines engraved on King Solomon’s ring:

Everything will pass, and this too will pass.

When the pain goes away

In this state, it is difficult for Tsvetaeva to find support and believe in life again, but she understands that the pain will go away, and when it goes away, her place will not be empty for a long time - such is life.

The poetess’s difficult mental state causes insomnia; against her background, the light in other people’s windows looks inviting, but not enough to come up and knock on the illuminated shutters.

The cry of separations and meetings -

You, window in the night!

The window is life with its meetings and separations, and Marina Andreevna is now tired and avoids the first and second - she needs time for the wounds to heal. In Tsvetaeva’s lines she clearly shows that she knows how to see life and accepts it, but now her moral state is such that only insomnia and memories have power over the poetess.

Call to an unknown friend

The ending of the poem is noteworthy, where the author addresses an unknown friend (maybe to you and me?):

Pray, my friend, for the sleepless house,
Out the window with fire!

She calls for prayer for this window, because it symbolizes life, with all its ups and downs. As long as the light is on in the window, there will be life in the world, which means there remains hope. There is darkness of hopelessness and death all around, but the light in the window is a beacon and one must fly to it like moths. It’s a pity that wings often burn out from someone else’s fire...

Let's heed Tsvetaeva's call and pray for the house where insomnia rules the roost, where they don't sleep and light candles so that we don't get lost in life...

Poem

Here's the window again
Where they don't sleep again.
Maybe they drink wine
Maybe that's how they sit.
Or simply - hands
Two cannot separate.
In every home, friend,
There is such a window.

The cry of separations and meetings -
You, window in the night!
Maybe hundreds of candles,
Maybe three candles...
No and no mind
For me - peace.
And in my house
It started like this.