Biography of Ksenia Sadovskaya

Many verses of Alexander Blok are devoted to people close to him - famous, famous and not very. As a rule, the poet completely designated the surname of the one to whom he dedicated a poem or a whole cycle. But a number of poems written in years, and then in years, is converted, judging by the raging feelings in them, clearly to his beloved woman. They are entitled simply “K.

For more than 18 years, a woman hiding under these mysterious initials was a muse that inspired Alexander Blok to lyrical warm and stormy poems. So who is this stranger who completely owned his heart? It would seem, what do we care about the poet's passion? This is the lot of literary critics.

But, as it turned out, mysterious initials belong to our countrywoman - both by birth and by education. Her name is Ksenia Mikhailovna Sadovskaya. She graduated from the second Mariinsky gymnasium in Kherson. Among the graduates of the gymnasium, it stood out not only with a wonderful catchy appearance, but also in an unusually beautiful voice. The poor parents - the Kherson small nobles Ostrovsky - all their might wanted to give her not only ordinary education, but also musical.

After graduating from the gymnasium, she first goes to Moscow, then to Petersburg, where she studies at the conservatory in the vocal class. Oksana was 26 years old when Vladimir Sadovsky saw her - a rather rich aristocrat, 18 years older than her. The meeting decided the fate of Ksenia, but, as it turned out, did not bring real happiness. When she was a year, she, suffering from heart disease, with three children, came for treatment in the German Bad Nauheme.

Here the summer block met her, who was brought on vacation by two aunts, mom and grandmother, surrounding him with tenderness and adoration. One of the aunts wrote down in her diary: “Sashura is very large to the height, but the child was not interested in poems immediately: on such a night I managed to recognize, with sounds, night and spring, a beautiful woman in the rays of the lifeless moon all this lasted a month.

At first she left. But the sudden flash of his feeling did not remain unrequited. Ksenia called the incident “Sing Magical, Wonderful Wonderful Letters of Blok to K. Thus passes two years. The mother of Blok takes the word with Ksenia that she will "remove the boy." But the meetings continued. Meetings in the agreed places where they came in hired carriages, dates in small hotels, alas, a new love suddenly poured on the block, as it seems to him, even more huge, powerful, strong.

Everything that was connected with K. s, as it were, retreated. And again, the correspondence has been continuing since August, only in the year he will make a record: “It seems that the last time we met with K. here is the line of his farewell letter:“ Fate and time are inexorable even for the hottest impulses, but I am grateful to fate for what you were!

And after 20 years, he will write: life has long been burned and told only the first dream of love, like an invaluable casket tied with a red tape, like the blood of the Blok did not have its photograph, but he kept a picture with a painted lake in Bad Nauheim all his life, “their lake”, where they met. The fate of Ksenia Mikhailovna was sad. She lived in one with a bloc of the city, but never met him, even by chance.

She did not know about his literary glory. Having buried her husband in the year, on the verge of starvation, Ksenia got out to Kyiv to the eldest daughter. Then she came to her son in Odessa. A seriously ill came. The doctor who treated her, a fan of the block, accidentally drew attention to the complete coincidence of the patient's initials with Blokovsky “K. Ksenia listened to closed her eyes and cried softly.

Ksenia Mikhailovna died in the year in Odessa. And then it turned out that, having lost everything, she retained the most expensive - a pack of letters received a quarter of a century ago from a gymnasium student in love with her. A thin bundle was crossed by a scarlet ribbon in one of the letters there are such words: “The closer I see you, Oksana, the more I feel awaken in me that cannot be explained in one word!

There is joy and sadness in it, and most of all hot, sincere love, and this love has no boundaries and, it seems to me, will never end with a beautiful woman with a tragic fate.