How many people to go to bed with
And in the morning, parting smile,
And wave your hand and smile
And the whole day, worrying, waiting for news.
How many of those with whom you can just live,
Drinking coffee in the morning, talking and arguing...
With whom you can go to rest on the sea,
And, as expected - both in joy and in sorrow
To be near ... But at the same time not to love ...
How few of those with whom you want to dream!
Watch the clouds swirl in the sky
Write words of love on the first snow
And just think about this person...
And happiness is not to know and not to desire.
How few of those with whom you can be silent,
Who understands at a glance, at a glance,
Who does not feel sorry for giving year after year,
And for whom you can, as a reward,
Any pain, any execution to accept ...
This is how this rigmarole winds -
Easily meet, part without pain ...
This is because there are many people with whom you can go to bed.
This is because there are few people with whom you want to wake up.
So many people to go to bed with...
How few of those with whom you want to wake up ...
And life weaves us like a rigmarole...
Shifting, as if divination on a saucer.
We rush about: - work ... life ... affairs ...
Whoever wants to hear must still listen...
And on the run, you will notice only the bodies ...
Stop... to see the soul.
We choose with our hearts...
Sometimes we are afraid to smile, to smile,
But we open our souls only to those
With whom you want to wake up ..
So many people to talk to.
How few are those with whom silence is trembling.
When hope is a thin thread
Between us, as a simple understanding.
How many of those with whom you can grieve,
Questions fuel doubt.
How few of those with whom you can get to know
Yourself as our life reflection.
How many of those with whom it would be better to be silent,
Who wouldn't blabbed in sorrow.
How few we trust
They could have been hiding from themselves.
With whom will we find spiritual strength,
Whom we blindly believe with our heart and soul.
Whom shall we call
When trouble opens our doors.
How few of them, with whom you can - no wonder.
With whom we have tasted sadness and joy.
Perhaps only thanks to them.
We love this changing world.
He was born at the height of the New Economic Policy, he heard the last school bell almost simultaneously with the announcement of the beginning of the war, three years later he went blind at the front from fragments of an artillery shell that exploded nearby and lived in complete darkness for the remaining 60 years of his life.
At the same time, he became a spiritual beacon for millions of Soviet boys and girls, proving with his creativity
- a person sees not with his eyes, but with his heart ...
While in the hospital, Asadov decided for himself: not to give up, but to be useful to people.
And every day he wrote poetry ...
Poems about the red mongrel
The student Asadov wrote this poignant poem while studying at the Literary Institute after the war. 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.
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”.
The owner stroked his hand
Shaggy red back:
- Farewell, brother! Though I'm sorry, I won't hide
But still I will leave you.
Threw a collar under the bench
And hid under a resounding canopy,
Where is the motley human anthill
Poured into express cars.
The dog never howled.
And only behind a familiar back
Followed by two brown eyes
With almost human anguish.
The old man at the station entrance
Said that? Abandoned, poor thing?
Oh, if you are a good breed ...
And that's a simple mongrel!
…
The owner did not know that somewhere
On the sleepers, breaking out of strength,
Behind the red flickering light
The dog runs out of breath!
Stumbling, rushing again,
In the blood paws on the stones are broken,
That the heart is ready to jump out
Out of the open mouth!
The owner did not know that the forces
Suddenly they left the body
And, hitting his forehead on the railing,
The dog flew under the bridge...
The corpse of the wave was demolished under the snags ...
Old man! You don't know nature
After all, it may be the body of a mongrel,
And the heart is the purest breed!
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"Poems about a red mongrel" were read at school parties, among friends and on first dates.
Snow falls
The wound that led Lieutenant Asadov to complete blindness aggravated his inner life, teaching the young man to "decipher with his heart" the slightest movements of the soul - his own and those around him. What a sighted person did not notice, the poet saw clearly and clearly. And he empathized with what is called "to break."
Snow is falling, snow is falling
Thousands of white hedgehogs...
And a man walks along the road
And his lips are trembling.
The face of a man is resentment and pain,
In the pupils are two black alarm flags
Threw out sadness.
Treason? Are dreams broken jingle?
Is it a friend with a vile soul?
Only he knows about it
Yes, someone else.
…
And can it be taken into account here?
Some kind of etiquette
Is it convenient or not to approach him,
Are you familiar with him or not?
Snow is falling, snow is falling
Patterned rustles on glass.
And a man walks through a blizzard
And the snow looks black to him...
And if you meet him on the way,
Let the bell tremble in the soul,
Rush to him through the human stream.
Stop! Come on!
Coward
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 away collections of Asadov's poems that were published in hundreds of thousands of copies from the shelves of bookstores. And they read them by heart on dates to their beloved, swallowing tears, not ashamed of it. How many hearts have the poet's poems united for life? Think a lot. And who today unites poetry? ..
Moon ball under a star lampshade
Illuminated the sleeping town.
We walked, laughing, along the gloomy embankment
A guy with a sports figure
And the girl is a fragile stalk.
It can be seen, inflamed from the conversation,
The guy said, by the way,
Like once in a storm for the sake of a dispute
He crossed the bay
How I struggled with the devil's current,
Like a lightning storm.
And she looked with admiration
In bold, hot eyes ...
…
And when, having passed a strip of light,
They entered the shadow of the dormant acacias,
Two broad-shouldered dark silhouettes
They suddenly sprang up out of the ground.
The first grunted hoarsely: - Stop, chickens!
The path is closed, and no nails!
Rings, earrings, watches, money -
Everything that is - on the barrel, and live!
And the second, blowing smoke into his mustache,
I watched how, brown from excitement,
A guy with a sports figure
Hastened to unfasten his watch.
And, pleased, apparently, with success,
The red-whiskered grunted: - Hey, goat!
What did you pout?! - And takes with a laugh
He pulled the girl over her eyes.
The girl tore off her beret
And words: - Scum! Damned fascist!
Like a child burned with fire.
…
And she gazed into her eyes firmly.
He mixed up: - Okay ... quieter, thunder ... -
And the second mumbled: - Well, to hell with them! -
And the figures disappeared around the corner.
Moon disk, on the milky road
Having got out, he walked obliquely
And looked thoughtfully and sternly
Down on the sleeping town
Where without words along the gloomy embankment
We walked, barely audible rustling gravel,
A guy with a sports figure
And the girl is a weak nature,
"Coward" and "sparrow soul".
Ballad of a friend
“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. He did not make excuses in response to the nitpicking of colleagues in the workshop, but calmly and kindly explained. In general, respect for people, perhaps, was his most important quality.
When I hear about solid friendship,
About a courageous and modest heart,
I represent not a proud profile,
Not a sail of distress in a whirlwind of a storm, -
I just see one window
In patterns of dust or frost
And the reddish frail Leshka -
The fixer boy from the Red Rose...
Every morning before work
He ran to a friend on his floor,
He entered and jokingly saluted the pilot:
- The lift is up. Please breathe on the beach!..
Will take out a friend, seat in the park,
Jokingly wraps up warmer,
Pull pigeons out of the cage:
- All right! If anything, send a "courier"!
…
Sweat hail ... The railings slide like snakes ...
On the third, stand a little, resting.
- Alyoshka, come on!
- Sit, do not grieve! .. -
And again the steps are like milestones:
And so not a day and not only a month,
So years and years: not three, not five,
I only have ten. And after how much?
Friendship, as you can see, knows no boundaries,
All the same stubbornly knocking heels.
Steps, steps, steps, steps...
One - the second, one - the second ...
Ah, if suddenly a fabulous hand
I'd put them all together
That ladder is for sure
The top would go beyond the clouds,
Almost invisible to the eye.
And there, in the cosmic height
(Imagine a little)
On par with satellite tracks
I would stand with a friend on my back
Good guy Alyosha!
Let them not give him flowers
And let them not write about him in the newspaper,
Yes, he does not expect grateful words,
He's just ready to help
If you feel bad in the world ...
The poet "peeped" the themes for his poems in life, and did not invent, as some believed ...
Miniatures
Probably, there are no topics to which Eduard Asadov would not dedicate a miniature - capacious, sometimes caustic, but always surprisingly accurate. There are several hundred of them in the creative baggage of the poet. Many of them in the 80-90s were quoted by people, sometimes without even suspecting who their author was. Ask then - they would answer "folk". Most of the quatrains (rarely - eight lines) are written as if for our life today.
President and Ministers! You put life
On knees. After all, the prices are literally crazy!
At least you left prices for ropes,
To make it possible for people to hang themselves!
He willingly inserted teeth into clients.
However, at the same time they were “exhibited” like that.
That those, having emaciated their stomachs,
They chattered their teeth for six months.
Stop talking about the people, gentlemen,
And, puffing up the belly, broadcast about the nationality!
After all, after Peter, over the years,
Always ruled our people
Miscellaneous oddities...
And as a message to us today:
Be kind, don't be angry, be patient.
Remember: from your bright smiles
Not only your mood depends,
But a thousand times the mood of others.
The poet died on April 21, 2004 at the age of 82. Eduard Arkadyevich was buried at the Kuntsevo cemetery next to his mother and beloved wife, whom he survived by only seven years.
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 ...
*****
From the words of love ringing head.
They are both beautiful and very fragile.
However, love is not only words,
Love is first and foremost
Never get used to love!
Do not agree, no matter how tired,
To silence your nightingales
And so that the beautiful flowers withered.
And, most importantly, don't... Never get used to love
1968 Having traveled all the seas and continents,
Let the ethnographer put it in the book
What is such a nation - students,
Fun and special people!
Understand and study them... students
When I meet evil in people,
For a long time I try to believe
That this is most likely a pretense,
That this is an accident.
And I'm wrong. And,... When I see bad things in people...
Snow is falling, snow is falling -
Thousands of white hedgehogs...
And a man walks along the road
And his lips are trembling.
Frost under the steps crunches like salt,
Man's face... Snow falls
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 - Eduard begins to write poetry at every turn, 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 of lyrical works was published, followed by the second and 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 mother", 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 friend. 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 a man of a very difficult fate, and an outstanding Soviet poet. Having lost his sight in the war, when he was only 20 years old, he did not give up, but received a literary education, began to publish, and by the sixties of the last century became one of the most popular poets in the USSR. The authorities assisted him in every possible way - the hero of the Soviet Union: the poet's literary evenings gathered large concert halls for decades, Eduard Asadov published poems and prose in huge circulations, which invariably became bestsellers.
Asadov died in the Moscow region on April 21, 2004. The result of his creative activity is 47 books, including collections of poems and prose, as well as many translations of poets from various republics of the USSR. Poems by Eduard Asadov, in which there are only motives that do not lose their relevance over time, are very popular today. He is a true classic of Soviet literature.
Eduard Asadov before the war
Asadov's life was tragically divided into pre-war and post-war stages due to a combat wound.
Eduard Asadov was born on September 7, 1923 in the Turkmen city of Mary (which then still bore the old Persian name - Merv). His father is Artashes Asadyants, an Armenian from Nagorno-Karabakh, his mother is Russian; they met in Barnaul, where Artashes Grigoryevich worked as an investigator in the Cheka. Later, in Marv, both worked as teachers.
The name of the poet at birth - Eduard Artashezovich Asadyants, was subsequently "Russified" in Eduard Arkadyevich Asadov, under which he became known.
After the death of Artashes Grigoryevich, the family moved to Sverdlovsk (now Yekaterinburg), and 10 years later - to Moscow. Eduard Asadov wrote poetry from the age of eight, but before the war it was only a hobby, not a serious work. Until the summer of 1941, his life developed in a completely ordinary way - a pioneer organization, the Komsomol ... Asadov graduated from school a week before the start of the war, and immediately went to the front as a volunteer.
Asadov during the Great Patriotic War
During the war, Eduard Asadov quickly advanced through the ranks, starting as a mortar gunner and rising to the rank of battery commander. Participated in battles on the North Caucasian, Leningrad, Fourth Ukrainian fronts. During the war, he managed to graduate from the Second Omsk Art Mortar School - in six months he studied a two-year course, became an officer.
The tragedy occurred on May 3, 1944, during the battles for Sevastopol. Asadov drove a car loaded with ammunition to a nearby battery, which was in dire need of them for artillery preparation. The truck came under fire from the air, and Asadov was severely wounded by shrapnel in the head. Despite the terrible injury, he managed to complete the combat mission to the end.
However, the doctors could not save Asadov's eyesight - he lost both eyes, and for the rest of his life he wore a special half mask on his face.
The list of the poet's military awards is impressive: Hero of the Soviet Union, Commander of the Orders of the Patriotic War of the first degree and the Red Star.
Post-war life, literary activity
Asadov managed not only to survive after being wounded, but also to preserve his energy and interest in life. Blindness pushed him to the decision to seriously engage in poetry. Immediately after the war, Asadov entered the famous Gorky Literary Institute. He graduated from it in 1951, in the same year he published his first poetry collection, and joined the Writers' Union.
Great success did not come immediately, but by the mid-1960s, the whole country already knew the poems of Eduard Asadov. Asadov published dozens of books, worked for Literaturnaya Gazeta, Ogonyok and other publications, as well as the Young Guard publishing house. He married actress Galina Razumovskaya.
After the collapse of the USSR, Asadov continued to engage in literary activities. His work was marked by no fewer awards (including the Order of Merit for the Fatherland, fourth degree) than military exploits.
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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 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. During the civil war, he fought in the Caucasus with the Dashnaks, where he rose to the ranks of commissar of a 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 a “historical grandfather” (later 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 festive day, happy people walked by to demonstrate, but probably no one experienced greater happiness than Eduard that 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 began to travel around the Soviet Union, to 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 a modest and kind person until the end of his life. 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 also has prose works: the story "Frontline Spring", the stories "Scout Sasha" and "Lightning Lightning of 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 were never included in the school literature curriculum, but thousands of 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 in human life - Motherland, love, devotion, tenderness, friendship. His poetry did not become a literary classic, it became a folk classic.
Childhood and family of Eduard Asadov
In a family of teachers in the town of Mary (until 1937 - Merv) a boy was born, who was named Eduard. 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.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 faced a choice where to go to study - to a literary institute or to a theater. But all plans were disrupted by the outbreak of war.
Eduard Asadov during the war
Eduard, by his nature, never stood aside, so the very next day, among the Komsomol members, he left to fight as a volunteer. At first, he underwent a month-long training, and then he got into a rifle unit with a special weapon, which was later called "Katyusha". The young man was a gunner.Being purposeful and courageous, during the battle, when the commander was killed, without hesitation, he took command, while continuing to point the gun. During the war, Asadov continued to write poetry and read them to his brother-soldiers when there was a lull.
How blind was Eduard Asadov?
In 1943, Eduard was already a lieutenant and ended up on the Ukrainian front, after a while he became a battalion commander. 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. 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.
Eduard Asadov - I will be able to love you
Eduard had to change hospitals many times, he underwent several operations, in the end, he ended up in a Moscow hospital. There he heard the final verdict, the doctors told him that he would never see Edward again. It was a tragedy for a purposeful and full of life young man.
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.
Poems by Eduard Asadov after the war
Edward began to write a lot. These were poems about life, about love, about animals, about nature and about war. Asadov in 1946 became a student of a literary institute, from which he was able to graduate 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 for himself.In 1951, the poet published his first collection of poems. He became famous. By this time, Asadov was already a member of the Writers' Union. As his popularity grew, so did the number of letters he received from readers.
Edward Asadov. Offensive love.
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 a modest person. Published books readers bought up almost instantly. Almost everyone knew him.
Asadov drew inspiration for further work from letters from his readers and notes that he received during literary meetings. The human stories told in them formed the basis of his new works.
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.
The main theme of his work is Motherland, courage and fidelity. Asadov was a life-affirming poet, in whose works a charge of love for life was felt. The poems were translated into many languages - Tatar, Ukrainian, Estonian and Armenian, etc.
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. 
Asadov met his second wife in 1961. She read 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. The poet's wife was Galina Razumovskaya, who was a master of artistic expression, an artist and worked at the Mosconcert. She was certainly present at her husband's literary evenings and was their constant participant.
All his life after leaving the hospital, the poet wore a black bandage on his face that covered the eye area.
