What was she like, the chosen one of the Russian genius? An empty social beauty, carried away by balls, ruining her husband with her outfits, the culprit of his death? comprehended the charm of her sincerity. Many years later A.I. Kuprin, impressed by Pushkin’s letters to his wife, will say: “I would like to imagine the woman whom Pushkin loved in the fullness of the happiness of owning such a person.” Mother of four children, deeply religious person, wife of the Poet, who saw in her “the purest charm, the purest example” , “sweet, pure, kind creature”... She had to suffer a lot, she paid an exorbitantly high price for her beauty.