With poetic power and rare talent, Marina Tsvetaeva does not write but rather paints her childhood in the literary treasure trove before you, called "My Mother and the Music." The piano, the sounds, the house, and the intertwined memories are the axes around which the image of the mother, and of life alongside her, is built. In this perfect work, the author documents learning to play the piano. She hints to us that learning to play is like learning to live, and to grow, and to fail, and to move on. And if life is a kind of music, Tsvetaeva's prose is pure poetry. But "My Mother and the Music" is not just a list about childhood, although it discusses it. It is not an essay on music, although music is present in every line. This is a book about love, sincere, painful, happy, blessed love, between a daughter and her mother. A book with inner strength, full of love for life.