“And every day, as if it were my last, I raise it to my lips...”

How we would have loved to gather in Kharkiv on this day for lively conversation! And if it weren't for the war, the distances across entire continents, and the age of those who remember Marlene Davydivna, that would surely have been the case.

But the miracle of friendly communication still happened, albeit online. Poems and songs based on Marlene Davydovna's poems were recited, and Marlene's lively voice, whose talent shines ever brighter with each passing year, like the light of a distant star, was heard.

And one cannot help but think that true poetry is not only powerful imagery and masterful command of the poetic word, but also the talent to resonate with the emotional pain and impulses of future generations.

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