, Moscow region, Russia) - Soviet poet and prose writer.

Biography

IN last years lived and worked in the writers' village DNT Krasnovidovo. He died on April 21, 2004 in Odintsovo. He was buried in Moscow at the Kuntsevo cemetery. Eduard Asadov bequeathed to bury his heart on Sapun Mountain in Sevastopol, however, according to the testimony of museum workers on Sapun Mountain, relatives were against it, so the poet's will was not fulfilled.

Creative activity

Eduard Asadov - author of 47 books: "Snowy Evening" (1956), "Soldiers returned from the war" (1957), "In the name of great love" (1962), "Lyric pages" (1962), "I love forever" (1965 ), "Be Happy, Dreamers" (1966), "Island of Romance" (1969), "Kindness" (1972), "Song of Wordless Friends" (1974), "Winds of Restless Years" (1975), "Constellation of Hounds of the Dogs "(1976), "Years of Courage and Love" (1978), "Compass of Happiness" (1979), "In the Name of Conscience" (1980), "Smoke of the Fatherland" (1983), "I fight, I believe, I love!" (1983), "High Duty" (1986), "Fates and Hearts" (1990), "Dawn of War" (1995), "Don't give up, people" (1997), "Don't give up your loved ones" (2000), “Don't miss out on love. Poetry and prose” (2000), “Laughing is better than being tormented. Poetry and Prose” (2001) and others. In addition, Eduard Asadov also wrote prose (the stories "Dawn of the War", "Scout Sasha", the story "Front Spring"), translated poems from poets of Bashkiria, Georgia, Kalmykia, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan.

Russia did not begin with a sword,
It started with a scythe and a plow.
Not because the blood is not hot,
But because the Russian shoulder
Never in my life has anger touched...

Asadov wrote lyrical poems, poems (including the autobiographical “Back in Service”, 1948), short stories, essays, and the novella “Gogolevsky Boulevard” (collection “Do not dare to beat a man!”, Moscow: Slavyansky dialogue, 1998). IN different time worked as a literary consultant in the Literaturnaya Gazeta, the magazines Ogonyok and Molodaya Gvardiya, in the publishing house Molodaya Gvardiya. After the collapse of the USSR, he published in the publishing houses "Slavic Dialogue", "Eksmo" and "Russian Book".

Asadov has become popular since the early 1960s. His books, published in 100,000 copies, instantly disappeared from the shelves of bookstores. Literary evenings of the poet, organized by the Propaganda Bureau of the Union of Writers of the USSR, Moskontsert and various philharmonic societies, for almost 40 years were held with the same full house in the country's largest concert halls, accommodating up to 3,000 people. Their permanent participant was the wife of the poet - actress, master of the artistic word Galina Razumovskaya.

Eduard Asadov in his poems addressed the best human qualities - kindness, fidelity, nobility, generosity, patriotism, justice. He often dedicated poems to young people, trying to pass on his accumulated experience to the new generation.

Family

• Kurdov Ivan (Hovhannes) Galustovich - the grandfather of the poet. Country doctor. In his younger years, the secretary of N. G. Chernyshevsky
• Asadova Lidia Ivanovna (1902-1984) - mother of the poet
• Razumovskaya (Asadova) Galina Valentinovna (1925-1997) - wife (actress of the Mosconcert)

Awards

• Order "For Merit to the Fatherland" IV degree (February 7) - for great services in the development of national literature
• Order of Honor (September 7) - for his great contribution to Russian literature
• Order of Friendship of Peoples (October 20) - for merits in the development of domestic literature and the strengthening of interethnic cultural ties
• Order of the Patriotic War, 1st class (March 11, 1985)
• Order of the Red Star (1 February 1945)
• Medal "For the Victory over Germany in the Great Patriotic War of 1941-1945"

On November 18, 1998, by decree of the so-called permanent Presidium of the Congress of People's Deputies of the USSR, Eduard Asadov was awarded the title "Hero of the Soviet Union" with the Order of Lenin.

Memory

On Sapun Mountain in the Museum "Protection and Liberation of Sevastopol" there is a stand dedicated to Eduard Asadov and his work.

Bibliography

• Edward Asadov. No need to give away loved ones: poems. - Moscow, Eksmo. 384 pp., ill., 2009. - ISBN 978-5-699-16799-9.
• Edward Asadov. What is happiness: Poems. "Golden Series of Poetry". - Moscow, Eksmo. 416 pp., ill., 2008. - ISBN 978-5-699-16801-9.
• Edward Asadov. Lyrics. - Eksmo, 2006. - ISBN 5-699-07653-0.
• You will come to me again. Poetry and prose. - Eksmo-Press, 2006. - ISBN 5-04-010208-8.
• Love has no parting. - Eksmo, 2006. - ISBN 5-699-02419-0.
• First date. - Eksmo, 2006. - ISBN 5-699-12006-8.
• Holidays of our days. - Eksmo, 2006. - ISBN 5-699-05781-1.
• What is happiness. - Eksmo, 2005. - ISBN 5-04-009969-X.
• When poems smile - Eksmo, 2004. - ISBN 5-699-06268-8.
• The road to the winged tomorrow. - Eksmo, 2004. - ISBN 5-699-04893-6.
• Edward Asadov. Collected works in six volumes. - Border, 2003. - ISBN 5-86436-331-6.
• Edward Asadov. Collected works in three volumes. - Moscow: Fiction, 1987.
• Edward Asadov. Favorites. In two volumes. - Fiction, 1981.
• In the name of great love. - Young Guard, 1963.

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Notes

Literature

• Rozanov I. I. Russian Soviet poetry of the 50-70s. Reader. - Minsk: Higher School, 1982.
• For you people / I. S. Strelbitsky .-M.: Soviet Russia, 1979
• L. I. Dzyubinsky. Heroes of the city of Serov. Serov. 2010

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- Got it? Nikolay said.
“What are you thinking now, Nikolenka?” Natasha asked. They liked to ask each other that.
- I? - said Nikolai remembering; - you see, at first I thought that Rugai, the red male, looked like an uncle and that if he were a man, he would still keep the uncle with him, if not for the jump, then for the frets, he would keep everything. How good he is, uncle! Is not it? - Well, what about you?
- I? Hold on, hold on. Yes, at first I thought that here we are going and we think that we are going home, and God knows where we are going in this darkness and suddenly we will arrive and see that we are not in Otradnoye, but in a magical kingdom. And then I thought… No, nothing more.
“I know, I was thinking about him right,” Nikolai said smiling, as Natasha recognized by the sound of his voice.
“No,” answered Natasha, although at the same time she really thought both about Prince Andrei and about how he would like his uncle. “And I also repeat everything, I repeat all the way: how Anisyushka performed well, well ...” said Natasha. And Nikolai heard her sonorous, causeless, happy laughter.
“You know,” she said suddenly, “I know that I will never be as happy and calm as I am now.
“That’s nonsense, nonsense, lies,” said Nikolai and thought: “What a charm this Natasha of mine is! I don't have another friend like him and never will. Why should she get married, everyone would go with her!
“What a charm this Nikolai is!” thought Natasha. - A! there’s still a fire in the living room,” she said, pointing to the windows of the house, which shone beautifully in the wet, velvet darkness of the night.

Count Ilya Andreich resigned from the leaders because this post was too expensive. But things didn't get better for him. Often Natasha and Nikolai saw the secret, restless negotiations of their parents and heard rumors about the sale of a rich, ancestral Rostov house and a suburban one. Without leadership, it was not necessary to have such a large reception, and the life of congratulations was conducted more quietly than in previous years; but the huge house and outbuilding were still full of people, more people were still sitting at the table. All of these were people who had settled down in the house, almost members of the family, or those who, it seemed, had to live in the count's house. These were Dimmler - a musician with his wife, Yogel - a dance teacher with his family, the old lady Belova, who lived in the house, and many others: Petya's teachers, the former governess of young ladies and just people who were better or more profitable to live with the count than at home. There was no such big visit as before, but the course of life was the same, without which the count and countess could not imagine life. There was the same, still increased by Nikolai, hunting, the same 50 horses and 15 coachmen at the stable, the same expensive gifts on name days, and solemn dinners for the whole county; the same count whists and bostons, behind which he, dissolving cards for everyone to see, allowed himself to be beaten every day by hundreds of neighbors who looked at the right to play the game of Count Ilya Andreich as the most profitable lease.
The count, as if in huge snares, went about his affairs, trying not to believe that he was entangled, and with each step he became more and more entangled and feeling himself unable either to break the nets that entangled him, or carefully, patiently begin to unravel them. The Countess, with a loving heart, felt that her children were going bankrupt, that the count was not to blame, that he could not be different from what he was, that he himself was suffering (although he hides it) from the consciousness of his and his children's ruin, and was looking for means to help the cause. From her feminine point of view, there was only one way - the marriage of Nicholas to a rich bride. She felt that this was the last hope, and that if Nikolai refused the party that she had found for him, she would have to say goodbye forever to the opportunity to improve things. This party was Julie Karagina, the daughter of a beautiful, virtuous mother and father, known from childhood to Rostov, and now a rich bride on the occasion of the death of the last of her brothers.
The Countess wrote directly to Karagina in Moscow, offering her the marriage of her daughter to her son, and received a favorable response from her. Karagina replied that she, for her part, agreed that everything would depend on the inclination of her daughter. Karagina invited Nikolai to come to Moscow.
Several times, with tears in her eyes, the Countess told her son that now that both her daughters were added, her only wish was to see him married. She said that she would lie down in the coffin calm, if that were the case. Then she said that she had a beautiful girl in mind and elicited his opinion about marriage.
In other conversations, she praised Julie and advised Nikolai to go to Moscow for the holidays to have fun. Nikolai guessed what his mother's conversations were leading to, and in one of these conversations he called her to complete frankness. She told him that all the hope of getting things right was now based on his marriage to Karagina.
- Well, if I loved a girl without a fortune, would you really demand, maman, that I sacrifice feeling and honor for a fortune? he asked his mother, not understanding the cruelty of his question and wishing only to show his nobility.
“No, you didn’t understand me,” said the mother, not knowing how to justify herself. “You didn’t understand me, Nikolinka. I wish you happiness,” she added, and felt that she was telling a lie, that she was confused. She started crying.
“Mamma, don’t cry, but just tell me that you want it, and you know that I will give my whole life, I will give everything so that you are calm,” said Nikolai. I will sacrifice everything for you, even my feelings.
But the countess did not want to put the question that way: she did not want a sacrifice from her son, she herself would like to sacrifice to him.
“No, you didn’t understand me, let’s not talk,” she said, wiping her tears.
“Yes, maybe I love the poor girl,” Nikolai said to himself, well, should I sacrifice feeling and honor for the state? I wonder how my mother could tell me this. Because Sonya is poor, I can’t love her, he thought, I can’t respond to her faithful, devoted love. And I'll probably be happier with her than with some kind of Julie doll. I can always sacrifice my feelings for the good of my relatives, he said to himself, but I cannot command my feelings. If I love Sonya, then my feeling is stronger and higher than anything for me.
Nikolai did not go to Moscow, the countess did not resume the conversation with him about marriage, and with sadness, and sometimes with anger, she saw signs of an ever greater rapprochement between her son and the dowry Sonya. She reproached herself for that, but she could not help but grumble, find fault with Sonya, often stopping her for no reason, calling her "you" and "my dear." Most of all, the kind countess was angry with Sonya because this poor, black-eyed niece was so meek, so kind, so devotedly grateful to her benefactors, and so faithfully, unfailingly, selflessly in love with Nikolai, that it was impossible to reproach her for anything. .
Nikolai spent his vacation with his relatives. The 4th letter was received from the fiancé Prince Andrei, from Rome, in which he wrote that he would have been on his way to Russia long ago if his wound had not suddenly opened in a warm climate, which makes him postpone his departure until the beginning of next year . Natasha was just as in love with her fiancé, just as reassured by this love, and just as receptive to all the joys of life; but at the end of the fourth month of separation from him, moments of sadness began to come over her, against which she could not fight. She felt sorry for herself, it was a pity that she had been lost for nothing, for no one, all this time, during which she felt herself so capable of loving and being loved.
It was sad in the Rostovs' house.

Christmas time came, and apart from the ceremonial mass, except for the solemn and boring congratulations from neighbors and courtyards, except for all the new dresses put on, there was nothing special commemorating Christmas time, but in a windless 20 degree frost, in a bright blinding sun during the day and in starry winter light at night, the need for some kind of commemoration of this time was felt.
On the third day of the holiday, after dinner, all the households went to their rooms. It was the most boring time of the day. Nikolai, who went to the neighbors in the morning, fell asleep in the sofa room. The old count was resting in his study. Sonya was sitting at a round table in the living room, sketching a pattern. The Countess laid out the cards. Nastasya Ivanovna, with a sad face, was sitting at the window with two old ladies. Natasha entered the room, went up to Sonya, looked at what she was doing, then went up to her mother and silently stopped.
- Why are you walking around like a homeless person? her mother told her. - What do you want?
“I need him ... now, this minute I need him,” said Natasha, her eyes shining and not smiling. The Countess lifted her head and looked at her daughter intently.
- Don't look at me. Mom, don't look, I'll cry now.
“Sit down, sit with me,” said the countess.
Mom, I need it. Why am I disappearing like this, mother? ... - Her voice broke off, tears splashed from her eyes, and in order to hide them, she quickly turned around and left the room. She went out into the sofa room, stood for a moment, thought, and went into the girls' room. There, the old maid grumbled at a young girl, out of breath, who had come running from the cold from the servants.
“That will play,” said the old woman. - There is all the time.
“Let her go, Kondratyevna,” said Natasha. - Go, Mavrusha, go.
And releasing Mavrusha, Natasha went through the hall into the hall. The old man and two young footmen were playing cards. They interrupted the game and stood up at the entrance of the young lady. "What should I do with them?" thought Natasha. - Yes, Nikita, please go ... where can I send him? - Yes, go to the servants and bring a rooster please; yes, and you, Misha, bring oats.
- Would you like some oats? Misha said cheerfully and willingly.
“Go, go quickly,” said the old man.
- Fedor, and you get me some chalk.
Passing by the buffet, she ordered the samovar to be served, although it was not at all the time.
Fok the barman was the most angry person in the whole house. Natasha loved to try her power over him. He did not believe her and went to ask if it was true?
- Oh, this young lady! said Foka, feigning a frown at Natasha.
No one in the house sent out so many people and gave them so much work as Natasha. She could not see people with indifference, so as not to send them somewhere. It was as if she was trying to see if she would get angry, if one of them would pout at her, but people did not like to fulfill anyone's orders as much as Natasha's. “What should I do? Where should I go? Natasha thought as she slowly walked down the corridor.
- Nastasya Ivanovna, what will be born from me? she asked the jester, who, in his kutsaveyka, was walking towards her.
- From you fleas, dragonflies, blacksmiths, - answered the jester.
“My God, my God, it’s all the same. Ah, where should I go? What should I do with myself? - And she quickly, clattering her feet, ran up the stairs to Vogel, who lived with his wife on the top floor. Vogel had two governesses, and there were plates of raisins, walnuts, and almonds on the table. The governesses talked about where it was cheaper to live, in Moscow or Odessa. Natasha sat down, listened to their conversation with a serious, thoughtful face, and stood up. “The island of Madagascar,” she said. “Ma da gas car,” she repeated each syllable distinctly, and without answering m me Schoss’s questions about what she was saying, she left the room. Petya, her brother, was also upstairs: he and his uncle arranged fireworks, which he intended to set off at night. - Peter! Petka! she shouted to him, “take me downstairs. c - Petya ran up to her and turned his back. She jumped on top of him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and he jumped up and ran with her. “No, no, it’s the island of Madagascar,” she said, and, jumping off it, went down.
As if she had bypassed her kingdom, tested her power and made sure that everyone was submissive, but still boring, Natasha went into the hall, took a guitar, sat in a dark corner behind a cabinet and began to pluck the strings in the bass, making a phrase that she remembered from one opera heard in St. Petersburg together with Prince Andrei. For outsiders, something came out on her guitar that had no meaning, but in her imagination, because of these sounds, it resurrected whole line memories. She sat at the cupboard, fixing her eyes on the streak of light falling from the pantry door, listening to herself and remembering. She was in a state of remembrance.

Childhood and youth

Little Eduard was born in Armenia in 1923, in a family of dedicated teachers. After the death of his father at the age of six, the boy moved with his mother to Sverdlovsk to live with relatives, and then to Moscow, where his mother was offered a good job.

From an early age, Asadov thought about lofty feelings and impulses - about love and devotion, hatred and betrayal. Impressed by his thoughts, the boy wrote his first poems, he was then eight years old. Also at this time, he began to study in the drama circle, where his artistic talents manifested themselves.

Moving to the capital had an unexpected effect on the enthusiastic child - Edward begins to write poetry at every step, about everything in the world, eagerly absorbing the various nuances and shades of the surrounding people, nature, personal feelings and emotions. After graduation, the guy is faced with a choice: to devote his life to the stage or writing? Enter an acting or literary university? But this question remains unanswered - the war begins.

Military tragedy

Young Edward, without hesitation, volunteered for the front, where he established himself as a brave and fearless warrior. Asadov amazed his colleagues with his purposefulness and courage, heroism and ability to instantly make the right decisions. In between bloody battles, the young man wrote poems and read them to fellow soldiers.

In May 1944, the courageous young man accomplished a feat that affected the fate of the Sevastopol battle, but paid for it with his health. A shell fragment blew off part of his skull, the wound was severe and fatal. However, Edward survived and even brought the job to the end! Only when he saw his, he lost his senses.

After going through 12 operations and several years of rehabilitation, Asadov heard a terrible verdict - he was blind forever! The despondency and depression that the young man experienced cannot be described in words. He - breathing health and youth, so cheerful and brave, suddenly plunged into a gloomy world of darkness and loneliness. He did not like anything, he did not want anything, he considered himself superfluous in the world of light and beauty. And only the love of women, as the poet later admitted, instilled in him a thirst for life and activity.

Post-war creativity

For the rest of his life, Eduard Asadov wore a black bandage covering the upper part of his face. Throughout her treatment, she continued to write poetry. These were poems about war, about love, about life. The poet sang of the heroic everyday life of soldiers and officers, the bright rays of the sun, ordinary trivial events ... In 1948, Asadov's poems were published for the first time, and already in 1951, the first collection was published. lyrical works followed by a second and a third.

The theme of the poet's poems was different and multifaceted. These are love poems - touching and contradictory "Faithful Eve" and "Coward", tender works about the mother - "Evening in the Hospital" and "Brave Mom", instructive lyrics about happiness - "On the Meaning of Life" and "What is happiness" ... The crippled, but not subjugated officer became everyone's favorite and famous. His books sold out at lightning speed. Crowds came to his literary evenings. The young poet's desk was littered with thousands of letters and postcards. It was from the letters of readers that Eduard Arkadievich drew inspiration, their stories formed into lines of poems. He wrote not so much about situations and circumstances, but about feelings, sensations, emotions.

Personal life

Immediately after the injury, Asadov married a young girl, but their life together did not last long - she fell in love with another. The poet met his second wife in 1961 at a concert. Galina became his faithful companion and girlfriend. He dedicated many of his works to her, for example, “I can really wait for you,” where he assured his chosen one that, despite her creative trips, he would be faithful and devoted to her not for a week or a month, but for many years. A loving wife was Asadov's support and support: she corrected his poems, inspired and encouraged him in the days of depression, read books to him and constantly accompanied him on trips and at performances.

The poet died in 2004, having outlived his dear wife for a long seven years.

Eduard Asadov is not only a talented Soviet poet and prose writer, but also a hero of the Soviet Union. Even in his youth, he lost his sight in the battle for Sevastopol, but he did not stop doing creative work.

The poet was born in the city of Merv, Turkestan Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic, in September 1923. By nationality, Eduard Asadov, whose personal life and biography we are considering today, is an Armenian. His real name is Asadyants. Edward's father was a politician, participated in the revolutionary movement.

For his work, he spent several years in prison. And later he joined the Bolshevik movement and became the commander of a rifle company. After meeting the future mother of the poet, Lydia Ivanovna Kurdova, he left the military post and became an ordinary school teacher.

Eduard Asadov's childhood passed in Turkmenistan. These years were completely cloudless - he loved to spend time on the cozy streets of a small village. Forever in the memory of the poet, memories of large and noisy fairs, birds flying over roofs hot from the sun were deposited.

He also recalled that the city seemed to be flooded with gold: filled with the rays of the sun, golden sand, peaches and oranges in the markets. But the carefree childhood did not last long. When Edward was six years old, his father died seriously ill. The man passed away very young. He was then about thirty years old.

Lydia Ivanovna remained a single mother. In 1929, she went with her little son to Sverdlovsk to her father.

In this city, the future poet went to first grade. Here, when he was only eight, he composed his first lines. The boy grew up talented, diversified. He enjoyed going to the theater studio.

As a child, Eduard Asadov wrote poetry about everything that surrounded him, worried him. It was a very sincere, vulnerable, sensitive child. He expressed his feelings on paper.

From childhood, before his eyes, he had an example of parents who sincerely loved each other. And the boy bowed before sincere feelings, he dreamed about them and sang about them in his poems. In addition, Edward remembered the story of his grandmother. She was from a wealthy family. Her parents were wealthy nobles in St. Petersburg, but the girl married an English lord. This marriage was concluded contrary to the opinions of others, but out of great love.

Soon the Asadov family moved from Sverdlovsk to the capital of the USSR. Edward's mother in Moscow continued to work as a teacher. And the young poet enjoyed life in the capital. He liked the scale of the city, its majestic architecture, delighted with the flow of people always hurrying on business. Asadov wrote about all his impressions in verse.

He tried to capture all his feelings on paper. In his youth, Eduard Asadov, whose personal life and biography are so interesting to fans, read the poems of famous poets: Pushkin, Lermontov, Nekrasov, Blok, Yesenin. It was they who he considered his creative inspirers.
After graduating from school, Edward wanted to enter the university.

But for a long time he doubted which direction he should choose. He rushed between the literary and theatrical faculties. June 14, 1941 Eduard Asadov became a graduate. But the young man did not enter the university. War came to the country on the very first day, he voluntarily went to fight.

War in the life of a poet

The young poet fought near Moscow, Leningrad, fought on the Volkhov, North Caucasian, Leningrad fronts. Everyone noted his courage and courage in the conduct of battle. Initially, he was the gunner of the Katyusha gun, but soon rose to the rank of battalion commander of guards mortars.

The war did not force Asadov to stop writing. Edward wrote poems in short intervals between battles and read them to fellow soldiers. The soldiers admired the work of the brave poet and asked him to write again. Even in an environment filled with blood, pain, sitting in a dirty trench, a person does not stop dreaming of love and a peaceful sky above his head. In difficult moments of life, the soldier continues to remember his family, children or his girlfriend.

Once at the front, the poet was trained for a month and a half, and after that he was sent to Leningrad, where he participated in the most difficult, cruel battles.

In 40-degree frosts, the division of Asadov Eduard Arkadyevich was engaged in the fact that he furiously drove the enemies away from the capital.

In the spring of 1942, the division commander, Kudryavtsev, suffered in battle. Asadov carried the wounded sergeant out of the car, helped to give him first aid and began to independently command the combat unit.

In battles, he showed prudence and courage. In the autumn of 1942 he was sent to the Second Guards Artillery School. Eduard studied a lot - in six months he had to complete a two-year course. In May 1943, having completed his studies, he was promoted to lieutenant. Then he went to participate in the battles near the village of Krymskaya.

In 1944, a terrible tragedy occurred in the life of the poet. Not far from Sevastopol, the regiment in which the young poet served was defeated. All the comrades of Eduard Asadov, whose biography and personal life were not simple, died. But young.

Eduard Asadov Hero of the Soviet Union

The brave poet did not lose his head. He loaded the ammunition into a truck and drove it to a nearby battle line. Ammunition was badly needed there. We can say that thanks to them in the battle there was a turning point. Despite the mines and cross-fire, the poet managed to reach the goal. But then the young poet was wounded by a shrapnel in the head.

Only when he reached the place with ammunition, he turned off. Battalion commander Eduard Asadov spent many days unconscious. For twenty-six days he struggled with death.

Edward underwent twelve operations. Doctors did not even hope that the guy would survive. However, he managed to survive. But the resulting injury permanently deprived him of his sight. Because of this, the young man fell into depression, did not know how to live on. He thought that because of what had happened, he would remain useless to anyone.

But it wasn't. In the hospital, Eduard Asadov had many fans. They often visited their idol, some were ready to link their fate with him. It was the love of women, according to the poet, that saved him.

On one of the fans, Irina Viktorova, he eventually married. This girl was an artist of the children's theater. The marriage, unfortunately, did not last long. The girl realized that she did not have serious feelings for the post. They soon separated.

Creativity of Eduard Asadov

After the war, Asadov still continued to write poetry and prose. At the beginning, he did not dare to publish his work, but one day he showed his poems to the famous poet, Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky. Asadov considered him a true professional in his field. At first, Korney was very critical of Asadov's poems, but soon admitted that he was indeed a talented, "genuine" poet.

Thanks to the support of Chukovsky, Eduard managed to believe in himself. The man entered the Literary University in Moscow, thereby fulfilling his old dream. He graduated from the university in 1951. And in the same year he released the first collection of his poems - "Bright Road". Soon the poet joined the CPSU and became a member of the Writers' Union. He received recognition and love from the public.

Eduard Arkadyevich took part in literary evenings, read poetry from the stage, signed autographs, spoke with pleasure to people and told them about his fate. The poet was loved by millions, Soviet people enthusiastically read his poems. These lines touched the hidden corners of the souls of people, and they did not get tired of thanking the poet in letters that were sent to him from all over the country.

In 1998 the poet received honorary title Hero of the Soviet Union. There are many interesting facts in the biography of the poet, which he reflected in his work.

Interestingly, being a kind and selfless person, the poet did not believe in God. He believed that the Creator would not have allowed all the horrors that are happening on Earth. But he believed in people, and would be ready to believe in God if someone explained to him why everything in the world is so arranged.

Personal life of Eduard Asadov

At one of the creative evenings at the Palace of Culture of Moscow State University, Asadov met his second wife, Galina Razumovskaya. The girl was then an artist of the Mosconcert. She turned to the poet with a request to give her turn to go on stage. The fact is that the girl was afraid not to catch the flight. So they met and since then no longer parted. Galina became not just the poet's wife. She was his faithful companion, his "eyes". She became a real muse for him.

Thanks to Galina, Eduard Asadov was happy in his personal life. She accompanied Asadov to all his meetings. She was with him and always supported, physically and mentally. Galina was with the poet everywhere. The blind man didn't even have a cane. He always walked hand in hand with his wife.

Galina made corrections to the poems that Asadov typed, and in the evenings she read books to him aloud. At the age of 60, she learned to drive a car so that the poet could comfortably move around the city.

They were together for thirty-six years until Galina passed away in 1997. In the first marriage, the poet had a son, Arkady.

In addition, it is known that the poet has a granddaughter, Christina. She spoke several times in interviews about her famous grandfather. Christina is a philologist, she graduated from Moscow State University. Lomonosov. Now she works as a teacher of Romano-Germanic languages ​​at MGIMO. Christina recalled that grandfather was a very serious, collected person.

He woke up very early, at five in the morning. Then he did the exercises. After breakfast - at seven o'clock in the morning, the man closed himself in his office and read poems to the recorder. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the family had dinner, and after that Asadov sat down to type on a typewriter.

Eduard Arkadievich recognized the time by touch - he had a special watch. They had a button on the side of the dial. When pressed, the cover of the dial opened, on which the designations were applied. The poet liked to do everything according to the schedule.

For his granddaughter, Asadov was indeed a very close person. After his death, she remembers her grandfather, along with her daughter. He rereads the books he has written. Together they remember Interesting Facts from the biography of Eduard Arkadyevich.

Death of Eduard Asadov

In 2004, the poet himself died. He died in Odintsovo near Moscow. The cause of the poet's death was a heart attack. He was buried at the Kuntsevo cemetery in Moscow, next to his wife and mother. But it is known that the man bequeathed to bury him near Sevastopol. Where he lost his sight sixty years ago.

Until now, the poems of Eduard Asadov are read by Russian citizens and foreigners. After his death, the man left behind a huge amount of poetry and prose. He is the author of about fifty books and poetry collections. Asadov published his works in magazines. In addition, he wrote poems, short stories, short stories and essays.

The works of the famous Eduard Asadov in the sixties of the last century were printed in hundreds of thousands. What was it that attracted people so much in the work of Eduard Asadov? Obviously, the fact is that he not only wrote about the best character traits inherent in people, but he himself possessed these traits. He was so sincere that this sincerity seeped into the lines of his poems. Despite the fact that the poet did not see human faces, he could see their hearts. Not only his thoughts were beautiful, but also his deeds.

Asadov Eduard Arkadyevich received inspiration for creativity in conversations, personal meetings with people. His lines are permeated with the spirit of justice. In the works of his works, he touches on the most sensitive topics.

Interest in his work, however, has not dried up even today, when the Soviet Union collapsed. Even in modern Russia the poet continued to cooperate with book publishers.

Today, in 2016 and 2017, the poet's collections are beautifully reprinted and sold out. In addition, audiobooks with the works of Eduard Asadov are being published. His life and work become the subject of study. And most importantly, the works, ideas of the poet are alive in the hearts of people.

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Childhood and family of Eduard Asadov

Eduard Arkadyevich Asadov was born on September 7, 1923 in Turkmenistan, in a family of teachers. These were difficult years of the civil war. His father fought among many. In 1929, my father died, and my mother, with six-year-old Eduard, went to her relatives in Sverdlovsk.The boy went to school there, was a pioneer, and in high school became a member of the Komsomol. He wrote his first poems at the age of eight.

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In 1938, my mother, who was a teacher from God, was invited to work in the capital. The last classes Edward studied at a Moscow school, which he graduated in 1941. He was faced with a choice of where to go to study - at a literary institute or at a theater. But all plans were disrupted by the outbreak of war.

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Eduard Asadov during the war

The very next day after the declaration of war, among the first Komsomol members, Edward left to fight. He ended up in a rifle unit with a special weapon, which was later called "Katyusha".

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In 1943, Eduard was already a lieutenant and ended up on the Ukrainian front, after a while he became a battalion commander.

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How blind was Eduard Asadov

The battle near Sevastopol, which took place in May 1944, became fatal for Edward. His battery was completely destroyed during the battle, but there was a supply of ammunition. Desperate and courageous Asadov decided to take this ammunition by car to the neighboring unit.

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We had to go through open and well-fired terrain. Edward's act could be called reckless, however, thanks to the courage of the young man and the supply of ammunition, a turning point in the battle became possible. But for Asadov, this act became fatal. A shell that exploded next to the car mortally wounded him, part of his skull was blown off by a fragment. As the doctors later said, he was supposed to die a few minutes after being wounded. The wounded Asadov managed to deliver ammunition and only then lost consciousness for a long time.

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Eduard had to change hospitals many times, he underwent several operations, in the end, he heard the final verdict of the doctors: Eduard will never be seen again. It was a tragedy for a purposeful and full of life young man.

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All his life after leaving the hospital, the poet wore a black bandage on his face that covered the eye area.

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As the poet later recalled, at that time he did not want to live, he did not see the goal. But time passed, he continued to write and decided to live in the name of love and poems that he composed for people.

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My star

It must have been the way of the century,
People sometimes say
That somewhere there is sometimes a person
A distant, lucky star.

And if a star rolled across the sky,
In deep darkness, drawing a trail,
Somewhere, it means that life has stopped
And that there is no one else in the world.

My star! Transparent blue!
All my life fighting, arguing and loving,
How kind you are - I don't know exactly.
But since childhood, I believe in you.

When I was happy to the point of pain
In the light of lovely surprised eyes,
And at the hour when I read in our school
At the graduation verses for the last time,

And at the hour when I walked with a certificate
In the rays of hope in the morning Moscow,
When I was happy and winged -
You shone brightly over me!

And in the days when, under the roar of trains,
Under the singing of bullets, towards the crows,
I walked without sleep in an overcoat and shoulder straps
Through a hundred deaths for my Motherland,

When I froze under an ice blizzard,
When I suffered from thirst on the way,
And in a quiet hour, and in the thick of the battle
I knew that you were shining ahead of me.

But that's the way it is in the world, it seems,
What a distant lucky star
Not always blinking friendly
And it does not always shine with full heat ...

And in that battle, when the earth was burning
And Sevastopol was covered in darkness,
You apparently didn't see me.
And she could not save from grief.

And now, when the breath is gone,
Forces leave, and consciousness is smoke ...
Then it's time for death
And death came for my heart.

Yes, I couldn’t, I didn’t stop.
Is it because youth lived,
Or because it was Komsomol,
But only in vain did the old woman wait!

My star! I don't try at all
To achieve everything for free, without difficulty.
I work myself again, I fight,
And yet you shine at least sometimes ...

After all, sometimes it's not easy,
When arrows rush after me
And enemies scold without ceasing,
Then I sit, I smoke and I don't know
Do you burn over me or not!

And yet, that I have enemies and arrows!
My star! Hot Star!
Yes, you're on fire! And if it didn't burn
I would never have been happy!

And I have achieved ... Why should I be ashamed!
I know the purpose. My steps are firm.
And I can even laugh there
Where the weak in spirit would howl with anguish!

My star! You don't give up either
Like me, with the same flame of grief!
And at the hour when you, shuddering, break off,
They won't tell us that we burned in vain!

And I dream contrary to omen,
When fate crosses us out forever,
Let at this moment be born on the planet
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Personal life of Eduard Asadov

When the poet was wounded in the hospital after the war, he was visited by familiar girls. Within a year, six of them proposed marriage to Edward. This gave the young man a strong spiritual charge, he believed that he had a future. One of these six girls became the wife of an aspiring poet. However, the marriage soon broke up, the girl fell in love with another.

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Asadov met his second wife in 1961. Galina Razumovskaya was a master of artistic expression, an artist and worked at the Mosconcert, reading poetry at parties and concerts. There she got acquainted with the work of the poet and began to include his poems in the program of her performances. They began to communicate, and soon got married.

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From the words of love ringing head.

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They are both beautiful and very fragile.

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However, love is not only words,

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Love is, first of all, actions.

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And nobody needs loopholes here.

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Prove feelings and - the whole secret.

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But if there are no cases behind words,

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Love your cost three pennies!

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She was certainly present at her husband's literary evenings and was their constant participant.

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Unfortunately, God did not give children to spouses ... But the Asadovs lived happy life. And the poet wrote such penetrating poems about children that one can only wonder how he knows such fatherly feelings.

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IN poem "Take care of your children..." the attitude towards the children of Eduard Asadov is expressed in surprisingly touching words.

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A poem "Do not beat the children!" listening with indifference is simply impossible.

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Creativity of Eduard Asadov

Edward began to write a lot. These were poems about life, about love, about animals, about nature and about war.

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In 1946, Asadov became a student at a literary institute.

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"Poems about a red-haired mongrel", which were later read at school evenings, among friends and even on first dates, Edward wrote while still studying at the institute. In general, the theme of quadrupeds is one of the favorite (although not the most extensive) in the poet's work. Very few poets could write so poignantly about our smaller friends in Russian poetry.

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Eduard Arkadyevich especially loved dogs, kept them in the house, revered them as his comrades and interlocutors. And most importantly, he identified them with people, moreover, "of the purest breed."

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Asadov graduated from the Institute with honors. Two years later, one of the issues of Ogonyok came out with printed poems by the young poet. Eduard Arkadyevich recalled this day as one of the happiest. In 1951, the poet published his first collection of poems. He became famous.

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The wound, which led Lieutenant Asadov to complete blindness, aggravated his inner life, teaching the young man to “solve with his heart” the slightest movement souls - their own and those around them. What a sighted person did not notice, the poet saw clearly and clearly. And he empathized with what is called "to break."

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Having become popular, Asadov often participated in meetings with the author, literary evenings. Popularity did not affect the character of the writer, he always remained humble person. Published books readers bought up almost instantly. Almost everyone knew him.

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By this time, Asadov was already a member of the Writers' Union. His popularity grew, and with it the number of letters received from readers grew. From them the poet drew inspiration for further work. The human stories told in them formed the basis of his new works.

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Eduard Arkadievich published about sixty collections of poetry. The writer has always had a keen sense of justice. In his poems, one feels the truth of life and the uniqueness of intonations.

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Snow falls

Snow is falling, snow is falling

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Thousands of white hedgehogs...

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And a man walks along the road

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And his lips are trembling.

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Frost under the steps crunches like salt,

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The face of a man is resentment and pain,

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In the pupils are two black alarm flags

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Threw out sadness.

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Treason? Are dreams broken jingle?

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Is it a friend with a vile soul?

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Only he knows about it

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Yes, someone else...

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And can it be taken into account here?

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Some kind of etiquette

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Is it convenient or not to approach him,

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Are you familiar with him or not?

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Snow is falling, snow is falling

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Patterned rustles on glass.

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And a man walks through a blizzard

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And the snow looks black to him...

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And if you meet him on the way,

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Let the bell tremble in the soul,

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Rush to him through the human stream.

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Stop! Come on!

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Asadov's poems were rarely praised by "eminent" writers. In some newspapers of that era, he was criticized for being "tearful", "primitive" romanticism, "exaggerated tragedy" of the themes, and even their "contrivedness". While the refined youth recited Rozhdestvensky, Yevtushenko, Akhmadullina, Brodsky, boys and girls "simpler" swept from the shelves of bookstores Asadov's collections of poems published in hundreds of thousands of copies. And they read them by heart on dates to their beloved, swallowing tears, not ashamed of it.

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Satan

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She was twelve, thirteen - he.
They should always be friends.
But people could not understand why
Is this their enmity?

He called her Bomboy and spring
Shot with melted snow.
She answered him with Satan,
Skeleton and Zuboskalom.

When he broke glass with a ball,
She accused him.
And he planted beetles on her braids,
Shoved her frogs and laughed,
When she squealed.

She was fifteen, he was sixteen,
But he didn't change at all.
And everyone already knew for a long time why
He is not her neighbor, but her enemy.

He still called her Bombshell,
Made me shudder with ridicule.
And only the snow is no longer thrown
And the wild did not make faces.

She will sometimes come out of the entrance,
Habitually looks at the roof
Where is the whistle, where the wave is circling the Turmans,
And even frowns: - Wow, Satan!
How I hate you!

And if the holiday comes to the house,
She no-no and whispers at the table:
- Oh, how nice it is, really, that he
We are not invited to visit!

And mom, putting pies on the table,
He will tell his daughter:
- Certainly! After all, we invite friends
Why do we need your enemies?!

She is nineteen. Twenty for him.
They are already students.
But the same cold on their floor
Enemies have no need for peace.

Now he didn't call her Bombshell,
I didn’t make faces, as in childhood,
And called Aunt Chemistry,
And Aunt Kolboy too.

She is full of anger,
Habits did not change:
And just as angry: - Wow, Satan! -
And she despised him just the same.

It was evening, and the gardens smelled like spring.
The star trembled, blinking...
There was a boy with a girl alone,
Escorting her home.

He didn't even know her,
The carnival just roared
It was just that they were on their way
The girl was afraid to go home
And he followed her.

Then, when the moon rose at midnight,
Whistling, he turned back.
And suddenly near the house: - Stop, Satan!
Stop, they tell you!

Everything is clear, everything is clear! So what are you?
So you're dating her?
With some kind of wick, empty, trashy!
Do not dare! Do you hear? Do not dare!

Don't even ask why! -
Angrily stepped closer
And suddenly, crying, clung to him:
- My! I won't give it, I won't give it to anyone!
How I hate you!

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How many hearts have the poet's poems united for life? Think a lot. And who today unites poetry? ..

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“I take themes for poetry from life. I travel a lot around the country. I visit plants, factories, institutes. I can't live without people. And I consider serving people as my highest task, that is, those for whom I live, breathe and work, ”Eduard Arkadievich wrote about himself.

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In general, respect for people, perhaps, was his most important quality.

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Ballad of a friend

When I hear about solid friendship,

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About a courageous and modest heart,

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I represent not a proud profile,

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Not a sail of distress in a whirlwind of a storm, -

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I just see one window

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In patterns of dust or frost

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And the reddish frail Leshka -

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The fixer boy from the Red Rose...

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Every morning before work

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He ran to a friend on his floor,

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He entered and jokingly saluted the pilot:

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The lift is up. Please breathe on the beach!..

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Will take out a friend, seat in the park,

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Jokingly wraps up warmer,

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Pull pigeons out of the cage:

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Well, everything! If anything, send a "courier"!

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Sweat hail ... The railings slide like snakes ...

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On the third, stand a little, resting.

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Alyosha, come on!

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Sit, do not grieve! .. -

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And again the steps are like milestones:

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And so not a day, and not only a month,

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So years and years: not three, not five,

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I only have ten. And after how much?

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Friendship, as you can see, knows no boundaries,

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All the same stubbornly knocking heels.

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Steps, steps, steps, steps...

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One - the second, one - the second ...

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Ah, if suddenly a fabulous hand

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I'd put them all together

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That ladder is for sure

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The top would go beyond the clouds,

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Almost invisible to the eye.

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And there, in the cosmic height

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(Imagine a little)

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On par with satellite tracks

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I would stand with a friend on my back

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Good guy Alyosha!

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Let them not give him flowers

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And let them not write about him in the newspaper,

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Yes, he does not expect grateful words,

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He's just ready to help

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If you feel bad in the world ...

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Russia did not begin with a sword,
It started with a scythe and a plow.
Not because the blood is not hot,
But because the Russian shoulder
Never in my life has anger touched...

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Asadov's poems have been translated into many languages ​​- Tatar, Ukrainian, Estonian and Armenian, etc.

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The poet bequeathed to bury his heart on Sapun Mountain near Sevostopol, where a shell explosion on May 4, 1944 forever deprived him of his sight and dramatically changed his life ...

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However, after the death of Asadov, this will was not fulfilled by the relatives. He was buried in Moscow at the Kuntsevo cemetery next to his mother and beloved wife, whom he survived by only seven years.

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Eduard Arkadyevich Asadov (1923-2004) - Soviet poet and writer.

Birth and family

Now in Turkmenistan there is the city of Mary, and almost 100 years ago it was called Mevr. It was in this place that on September 7, 1923, a boy appeared in the Asadov family, whom his parents named Eduard.

The head of the family, the father of the future poet, Arkady Grigorievich Asadov (real name and surname Artashes Grigorievich Asadyants) was originally from Nagorno-Karabakh, an Armenian by nationality. He graduated from the Tomsk Technological Institute, but almost never worked in his specialty. After the revolution in Altai, he was an investigator of the GubChK. IN civil war fought in the Caucasus with the Dashnaks, where he rose to the rank of commissar rifle regiment and commander of a rifle company. The poet's mother, Lydia Ivanovna Kurdova, was a teacher. She met her future husband in Barnaul. In 1923 they left for the Turkmen city of Mevre, where both became teachers.

Eduard Asadov also had historical grandfather(It was later that the poet came up with such a nickname for him). Ivan Kalustovich Kurdov, also an Armenian by nationality, lived in Astrakhan at the end of the 19th century and worked as a copyist secretary for N. G. Chernyshevsky. The great Russian thinker advised the young man to enter Kazan University. There Kurdov met Vladimir Ulyanov and also became a member of the revolutionary student movement. Later, he studied at the university at the natural faculty and worked as a zemstvo doctor in the Urals.

It was grandfather Ivan Kalustovich, an extraordinary and deep person, who had a strong influence on the worldview of his grandson, the future poet Eduard Asadov.

Childhood

Eduard's earliest childhood memories were narrow and dusty Central Asian streets, colorful and very noisy bazaars, bright sun, orange fruits and golden sand. It was all in Turkmenistan.

When the boy was only 6 years old, his father passed away. He left at a young age, the man was just over 30 years old. A man who survived the revolution, war, battles, died of intestinal obstruction. Mom could not stay with her little son after the tragedy in the place where her beloved husband died. They moved to their grandfather in the Urals, in the city of Sverdlovsk.

In the Urals, all the childhood years of the future poet passed. In Sverdlovsk, together with their mother, they went to the first grade: she taught, and Edik studied. When the boy was 8 years old, he composed his first poems. Here he was accepted into the pioneers, and then into the Komsomol. He disappeared at the Palace of Pioneers in the classes of the drama club. And with the boys, they went to the factory to see how people work there. The boy was deeply touched then by the kind smiles and cordiality of the workers, the beauty of the human labor he saw.

It was the Urals that the poet always considered his favorite place on the planet, the country of his childhood, and dedicated poems to him: “A poem about the first tenderness”, “Forest river”, “Date with childhood”.

Mom was an excellent teacher, and in 1938 she was invited to work in Moscow. He and Edik moved to the capital of the USSR. After calm Sverdlovsk, Moscow immediately seemed huge, hurried and very noisy. Here the young man plunged headlong into poetry, circles and disputes.

When it came time to finish school, he was confused - which institute to choose, literary or theatrical. But the war decided everything for the guy.

War

June 14, 1941 at the Moscow school where Eduard studied, the graduation party died down. A week later, the war began. He could not help but hear the call: “Komsomol members to the front!” And instead of applying for admission to the institute, the young man came to the district committee of the Komsomol with another piece of paper, where he stated his request to take him to the front as a volunteer. In the evening he was in the district committee, and the next morning he was already riding in a military echelon.

First, he was sent to Moscow, where the formation of the first units of the famous Guards mortars was going on. Then he ended up near Leningrad, where he served as a gunner for the remarkable and formidable weapon of the Katyusha mortar. Then, in the rank of officer, he commanded a battery of the 4th Ukrainian and North Caucasian fronts. He fought well, every minute he dreamed of victory, and in rare intervals between hostilities he wrote poetry.

In the late spring of 1944, Eduard was seriously wounded in a battle near Sevastopol. He was driving a truck with ammunition, a shell exploded nearby, a fragment hit him in the face, almost half of his skull was crushed. God only knows how, with such a wound, a young man managed to take the car to its destination.

Then followed a series of hospitals and operations. For twenty-six days the doctors fought for a young life. When consciousness returned to him for a moment, he dictated a couple of words to write to his mother. Then he fell back into unconsciousness. They saved his life, but they couldn't save his eyes. Asadov remained blind and wore a black half-mask on his face until the end of his life. For this feat, the poet was awarded the Order of the Red Star.

Creation

Even in hospitals after being wounded, Eduard Asadov again wrote poetry. It was poetry that became for him the goal for which the young man decided to live in spite of all deaths, after the terrible verdict of the doctors that he would never see the sunlight again.

He wrote about people and animals, about peace and war, about love and kindness, about nature and life.

In 1946, Edward became a student at the Literary Institute, from which he graduated in 1951 and received a red diploma. While studying at the institute, a competition was announced among students for the best poem, Asadov took part and became the winner.

On May 1, 1948, the Ogonyok magazine was published, in which Asadov's poems were first published. It was a holiday, they walked past on demonstrations happy people, but probably no one experienced greater happiness than Edward on this day.

In 1951, his first book of poems, entitled "Light Roads", was published. After that, Eduard Asadov became a member of the Writers' Union of the USSR. He started to drive Soviet Union, By big cities, small villages, met with his readers, talked. Many of these conversations were later reflected in his poems.

His popularity grew, and readers flooded the poet with letters, people wrote about their problems and joys, and he drew ideas for new poems from their lines. Fame did not affect Asadov's character in any way; he remained modest and kind person. Most of all in life he believed in goodness.

His collections of poems were published in circulations of 100 thousand and were instantly sold out from the shelves of bookstores.

In total, about 60 collections with his poems and prose were published. It will not be possible to name the best poems of the poet Eduard Asadov, because they all touch the soul so deeply, penetrate the consciousness so deeply that sometimes they change people's outlook on life. No wonder they say: “Read Asadov’s poems, and you will see the world and life in a completely different way”.

To look at the world differently and start living for real, it is enough to read the following poems by Eduard Arkadyevich:

• “When I meet evil in people”;
• "I can really wait for you";
• "Never get used to love."

Asadov has prose works: the story "Frontline Spring", the stories "Scout Sasha" and "Zarnitsy War". Eduard Arkadyevich was also engaged in translations of Uzbek, Kalmyk, Bashkir, Kazakh and Georgian poets into Russian.

Personal life

The first time the poet married a girl whom he met in the hospital. It was the artist of the Central Children's Theater Irina Viktorovna, but family life did not go well, and they soon parted.

He met his second wife at the Palace of Culture, where he had to read his poems with other poets. Together with them, the artist of the Mosconcert, the master of the artistic word Galina Valentinovna Razumovskaya, performed at the concert. They talked a little, joked. And then he read his poems from the stage, and she listened backstage. Then she approached and asked permission to read his poems at her concerts. Eduard was not against it, the artists had not yet read his poems from the stage.

Thus began their acquaintance, which grew into a strong friendship. And then the strongest feeling came - love, the only one that people sometimes wait for a very long time. This happened in 1961, they were both about 40 years old.

For 36 years they were together both at home and at work. We traveled with programs all over the country, she helped him conduct creative meetings with readers. Galina became not only a wife and friend for the poet, she was for him a faithful heart, a reliable hand and a shoulder to lean on at any moment. In 1997, Galina died suddenly, within half an hour of a heart attack. Eduard Arkadyevich outlived his wife by 7 years.

Death of poet

Death overtook the poet in Odintsovo on April 21, 2004. He was buried at the Kuntsevo cemetery in Moscow. He left a will in which he asked to bury his heart in Sevastopol on Sapun Mountain, where he was seriously injured, lost his sight, but survived. On Sapun Mountain there is a museum "Protection and Liberation of Sevastopol", which has a stand dedicated to Eduard Asadov. Museum workers say that the poet's will was not fulfilled, his relatives opposed this.

His poems have never been in the school literature curriculum, but thousands Soviet people knew them by heart. Because all the poetry of Eduard Arkadyevich was sincere and pure. Each of his lines resonated in the soul of a person who had read Asadov's poems at least once. After all, he wrote about the most important thing that is in human life, - Motherland, love, devotion, tenderness, friendship. His poetry did not become a literary classic, it became a folk classic.