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 that a person sees not with his eyes, but with his heart ...
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!
"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.
Frost under the steps crunches like salt,
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 themes, and even their "contrived". 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
There are probably 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 Asadov , Edward Arkadievich - Wikipedia
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 ...
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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".
2:963In 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.
3:556 3:566We 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.
3:481All 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.
5:314My 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 speeches. They began to communicate, and soon got married.
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From the words of love ringing head.
7:599They are both beautiful and very fragile.
7:659However, love is not only words,
7:723Love is, first of all, actions.
7:794And nobody needs loopholes here.
7:855Prove feelings and - the whole secret.
7:923But if there are no cases behind words,
7:983Love your cost three pennies!
7:1052 7:1062 8:1569 8:21She 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 the spouses... But the Asadovs lived a happy life. And the poet wrote such penetrating poems about children that one can only wonder how he knows such paternal feelings.
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AT poem "Take care of your children..." the attitude towards the children of Eduard Asadov is expressed in surprisingly touching words.
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BUT 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.
13:634"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 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."
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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 a modest person. Published books readers bought up almost instantly. Almost everyone knew him.
17:1586 17:9 17:13 17:23By 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.
18:1422Snow falls
Snow is falling, snow is falling
18:1503Thousands of white hedgehogs...
18:40And a man walks along the road
18:91And his lips are trembling.
18:129Frost under the steps crunches like salt,
18:198The face of a man is resentment and pain,
18:255In the pupils are two black alarm flags
18:330Threw out sadness.
18:366Treason? Are dreams broken jingle?
18:428Is it a friend with a vile soul?
18:475Only he knows about it
18:523Yes, someone else...
18:568And can it be taken into account here?
18:630Some kind of etiquette
18:672Is it convenient or not to approach him,
18:732Are you familiar with him or not?
18:780Snow is falling, snow is falling
18:831Patterned rustles on glass.
18:885And a man walks through a blizzard
18:944And the snow looks black to him...
18:999And if you meet him on the way,
18:1055Let the bell tremble in the soul,
18:1116Rush to him through the human stream.
18:1188Stop! 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 themes, and even their "contrived". 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.
19:998Satan
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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:
- Of course! 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!
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.
22:137Ballad of a friend
When I hear about solid friendship,
22:235About a courageous and modest heart,
22:302I represent not a proud profile,
22:367Not a sail of distress in a whirlwind of a storm, -
22:434I just see one window
22:486In patterns of dust or frost
22:536And the reddish frail Leshka -
22:593The fixer boy from the Red Rose...
22:666Every morning before work
22:719He ran to a friend on his floor,
22:776He entered and jokingly saluted the pilot:
22:835The lift is up. Please breathe on the beach!..
22:908Will take out a friend, seat in the park,
22:970Jokingly wraps up warmer,
22:1023Pull pigeons out of the cage:
22:1077Well, everything! If anything, send a "courier"!
22:1149Sweat hail ... The railings slide like snakes ...
22:1225On the third, stand a little, resting.
22:1302Alyosha, come on!
22:1340Sit, do not grieve! .. -
22:1376And again the steps are like milestones:
22:1432 22:1489And so not a day, and not only a month,
22:1552So years and years: not three, not five,
22:61 22:112I only have ten. And after how much?
22:189Friendship, as you can see, knows no boundaries,
22:257All the same stubbornly knocking heels.
22:323Steps, steps, steps, steps...
22:390One - the second, one - the second ...
22:447Ah, if suddenly a fabulous hand
22:506I'd put them all together
22:555That ladder is for sure
22:608The top would go beyond the clouds,
22:663Almost invisible to the eye.
22:711And there, in the cosmic height
22:766(Imagine a little)
22:828On par with satellite tracks
22:887I would stand with a friend on my back
22:946Good guy Alyosha!
22:993Let them not give him flowers
22:1049And let them not write about him in the newspaper,
22:1113Yes, he does not expect grateful words,
22:1178He's just ready to help
22:1244If you feel bad in the world ...
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The main theme of Asadov's work is Motherland, courage, love and fidelity. In his poems, a charge of love for life was always felt.
23:248 23:258Russia 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'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.
27:1799Eduard 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 the 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 about 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 Arkadievich 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 installation.
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 the honorary title of 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 recall 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.
Poet
Hero of the Soviet Union (1998)
Cavalier of the Order of Merit for the Fatherland, IV degree (February 7, for great services to the development of Russian literature)
Commander of the Order of Honor (1998, for his great contribution to Russian literature)
Cavalier of the Order of Friendship of Peoples (1993, for merits in the development of domestic literature and the strengthening of interethnic cultural ties)
Cavalier of the Order of Lenin
Cavalier of the Order of the Patriotic War, 1st class
Knight of the Order of the Red Star
Cavalier of two Orders of the Badge of Honor
Awarded the medal "For the Defense of Leningrad"
Awarded with the medal "For the Defense of Sevastopol"
Awarded with the medal "For the Victory over Germany in the Great Patriotic War of 1941-1945."
I can wait for you
Long, long and true, true
And I can't sleep at night
A year, and two, and all my life, probably!
Let the leaves of the calendar
They will fly around like the leaves of a garden,
What do you really need!
I can follow you
Through the thickets and stiles,
On the sands, almost without roads,
Over the mountains, on any path,
Where the devil has never been!
I'll go through everything, without reproaching anyone,
I will overcome any anxiety
Just to know that everything is not in vain,
What then do not betray on the road.
I can give for you
Everything I have and will have.
I can accept for you
The bitterness of the worst fates in the world.
“The most difficult thing is the verdict of the doctors: “Everything will be ahead. Everything but light". E. Asadov.
In 1971, Eduard Asadov described his biography: “I was born on September 7, 1923 in Turkmenistan. I am an Armenian by nationality. My parents were teachers. My father fought in civilian life against the Dashnaks in the Caucasus. streets of a Central Asian town, colorful noisy bazaars and a camp of pigeons over flat hot whitish roofs. And a lot of golden-orange color: the sun, sands, fruits. After the death of my father in 1929, our family moved to Sverdlovsk. My second grandfather lived here, also an Armenian, a doctor by profession, Ivan Kalustovich Kurdov. This grandfather was to some extent a "historical" person. In his youth, he was Chernyshevsky's secretary in Astrakhan for two years after Nikolai Gavrilovich returned from exile. This acquaintance had a decisive influence for the formation of a young man's spiritual world. And for the rest of his life, my grandfather retained an ardent, almost enthusiastic love for Chernyshevsky. In Sverdlovsk, my mother and ba "let's go to first class." Only she is a teacher, and I am a student. Here, in the Urals, all my childhood passed. Here I joined the pioneers, here at the age of eight I wrote my first poem, ran to the Palace of Pioneers to rehearse the drama club; Here I was admitted to the Komsomol. Ural is the country of my childhood! Many times I have been with the boys at the Ural factories and I will never forget the beauty of work, kind smiles and the amazing cordiality of a working man. When I was fifteen years old, we moved to Moscow. After calm and businesslike Sverdlovsk, Moscow seemed noisy, bright and hurried. With his head he went into poetry, disputes, mugs. I hesitated where to apply: to the Literary or Theater Institute? But events changed all plans. And life dictated a completely different statement. The graduation ball in our 38th Moscow school was on June 14, 1941, and a week later - the war! The call swept across the country: "Komsomol members - to the front!" And I went with a statement to the district committee of the Komsomol, asking to be sent to the front as a volunteer. I came to the district committee in the evening, and in the morning I was already in the military echelon. I fought throughout the war in the divisions of the Guards mortars ("Katyusha"). It was a wonderful and very formidable weapon. First fought near Leningrad. He was a gunner. Then an officer, commanded a battery on the North Caucasian and 4th Ukrainian fronts. He fought well, dreamed of victory, and in between battles he wrote poetry. In the battle for the liberation of Sevastopol on the night of May 3-4, 1944, he was seriously wounded. Then the hospital. Poems between operations... In 1946 he entered the Gorky Literary Institute. My first literary teachers were: Chukovsky, Surkov, Svetlov, Antokolsky. He graduated from the Institute in 1951. It was a "prolific" year for me. This year the first book of my poems, Light Roads, was published, and I was accepted as a member of the party and a member of the Writers' Union. In total, I have released eleven collections of poetry so far. 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 it my highest task to serve people, that is, those for whom I live, breathe and work.
Eduard Asadov's father, Asadov Arkady Grigoryevich, graduated from Tomsk University, during the Civil War he was a commissar, commander of the 1st company of the 2nd rifle regiment, in peacetime he worked as a school teacher. Mother - Asadova (Kurdova) Lidia Ivanovna, worked as a teacher.
In 1929, Edward's father died, and Lidia Ivanovna moved with her son to Sverdlovsk (now Yekaterinburg), where the grandfather of the future poet, Ivan Kalustovich Kurdov, whom Eduard Arkadievich called his "historical grandfather" with a kind smile, lived. Living in Astrakhan, Ivan Kalustovich from 1885 to 1887 served as a copyist secretary for Nikolai Gavrilovich Chernyshevsky after his return from Vilyui exile and was forever imbued with his lofty philosophical ideas. In 1887, on the advice of Chernyshevsky, he entered Kazan University, where he met student Vladimir Ulyanov and, following him, joined the revolutionary student movement, participated in the organization of illegal student libraries. Later, after graduating from the natural faculty of the university, he worked in the Urals as a zemstvo doctor, and since 1917 - the head of the medical department of the Gubzdrav.
The depth and eccentricity of Ivan Kalustovich's thinking had a huge impact on the formation of the character and worldview of his grandson, the education in him of willpower and courage, on his faith in conscience and kindness, and ardent love for people. The working Urals, Sverdlovsk, where Eduard Asadov spent his childhood and adolescence, became the second home for the future poet, and he wrote his first poems at the age of eight. During these years, he traveled almost the entire Urals, especially often visiting the city of Serov, where his uncle lived. He forever fell in love with the strict and even harsh nature of this region and its inhabitants. All these bright and vivid impressions will later be reflected in many poems and poems by Eduard Asadov: "Forest River", "Date with Childhood", "Poem about the first tenderness", etc.
The theater attracted him no less than poetry - while studying at school, he studied in the drama club at the Palace of Pioneers, which was led by an excellent teacher, director of the Sverdlovsk Radio Leonid Konstantinovich Dikovsky. In 1939, Lidia Ivanovna, as an experienced teacher, was transferred to work in Moscow, where Eduard continued to write poetry - about school, about recent events in Spain, about hiking in the forest, about friendship, about dreams. He read and re-read his favorite poets: Pushkin, Lermontov, Nekrasov, Petofi, Blok and Yesenin.
The graduation party at school N°38 in the Frunzensky district of Moscow, where Eduard Asadov studied, took place on June 14, 1941. When the war began, he, without waiting for the call, came to the district committee of the Komsomol with a request to send him as a volunteer to the front. This request was granted. He was sent to Moscow, where the first units of the famous Guards mortars were formed. He was appointed as a gunner in the 3rd Battalion of the 4th Guards Artillery Mortar Regiment. After a month and a half of intensive study, the division in which Asadov served was sent near Leningrad, becoming the 50th separate guards artillery division. Having fired the first volley at the enemy on September 19, 1941, the division fought on the most difficult sections of the Volkhov Front. Burning 30-40-degree frosts, hundreds and hundreds of kilometers back and forth along the broken front line: Voronovo, Gaitolovo, Sinyavino, Mga, Volkhov, Novaya village, Workers' settlement N ° 1, Putilovo ... In total for the winter of 1941/42 Asadov's gun fired 318 volleys at enemy positions. In addition to the position of a gunner, he in a short time studied and mastered the duties of other crew numbers.
In the spring of 1942, in one of the battles near the village of Novaya, the commander of the gun, Sergeant Kudryavtsev, was seriously wounded. Asadov, together with medical instructor Vasily Boyko, carried the sergeant out of the car, helped bandage him and, without waiting for orders from his immediate commander, took command of the combat installation, while simultaneously performing the duties of a gunner. Standing near the combat vehicle, Eduard accepted the missiles brought by the soldiers, installed them on rails and secured them with clamps. A German bomber appeared from behind the clouds. Turning around, he began to dive. The bomb fell 20-30 meters from Sergeant Asadov's combat vehicle. Loader Nikolai Boikov, who carried a projectile on his shoulder, did not have time to execute the command "Down!". A shell fragment tore off his left arm. Gathering all his will and strength, the soldier, swaying, stood 5 meters from the installation. Another second or two - and the projectile will poke into the ground, and then nothing alive will remain for tens of meters around. Asadov assessed the situation, jumped up from the ground, jumped to Boikov and picked up the falling projectile. There was nowhere to charge it - the combat vehicle was on fire, thick smoke was pouring from the cockpit. Knowing that one of the gas tanks was under the seat in the cab, he carefully lowered the projectile to the ground and rushed to help the driver Vasily Safonov fight the fire. The fire was defeated. Despite his burned hands, refusing to be hospitalized, Asadov continued to carry out his combat mission. Since then, he has performed two duties: gun commander and gunner. And in short breaks between fights he continued to write poetry. Some of them ("Letter from the front", "To the starting line", "In the dugout") were included in the first book of his poems.
At that time, the guards mortar units experienced an acute shortage of officers. The best junior commanders with combat experience were sent to military schools by order of the command. In the fall of 1942, Eduard Asadov was urgently sent to the 2nd Omsk Guards Artillery School. For 6 months of study, it was necessary to complete a two-year course of study. We practiced day and night, 13-16 hours a day. In May 1943, having successfully passed the exams, received the rank of lieutenant and a diploma for excellent success (at the state final exams, he received thirteen "excellent" and only two "good" in 15 subjects), Eduard Asadov arrived on the North Caucasian front. As the head of communications of the division of the 50th guards artillery regiment of the 2nd guards army, he took part in the battles near the village of Krymskaya.
An appointment to the 4th Ukrainian Front soon followed, where Asadov first served as assistant commander of a battery of guards mortars, and when battalion commander Turchenko near Sevastopol "went on a promotion", he was appointed battery commander. In his life there were roads again, and again battles: Chaplino, Sofiyivka, Zaporozhye, Dnepropetrovsk region, Melitopol, Orekhov, Askania-Nova, Perekop, Armyansk, State Farm, Kacha, Mamashai, Sevastopol. When the offensive of the 2nd Guards Army near Armyansk began, the most dangerous and difficult place for this period turned out to be the “gates” through the Turkish Wall, which the enemy was constantly hitting. It was extremely difficult for artillerymen to transport equipment and ammunition through the "gate". The commander of the division, Major Khlyzov, entrusted this most difficult section to Lieutenant Asadov, given his experience and courage. Asadov calculated that the shells fall into the "gates" exactly every three minutes. He made a risky, but the only possible decision: to slip with the machines precisely in these short intervals between gaps. Having driven the car to the “gate”, after another explosion, without even waiting for the dust and smoke to settle, he ordered the driver to turn on the maximum speed and rush forward. Having broken through the "gates", the lieutenant took another, empty, car, returned back and, standing in front of the "gates", again waited for a gap and again repeated the throw through the "gates", only in the reverse order. Then he again moved into the car with ammunition, again drove up to the aisle and thus drove the next car through the smoke and dust of the gap. In total, that day, he made more than 20 such throws in one direction and the same number in the other.
After the liberation of Perekop, the troops of the 4th Ukrainian Front moved to the Crimea. 2 weeks before approaching Sevastopol, Lieutenant Asadov took command of the battery. At the end of April, they occupied the village of Mamashai. An order was received to place 2 batteries of guards mortars on a hill and in a hollow near the village of Belbek, in close proximity to the enemy. The area was looked through by the enemy. For several nights, under continuous shelling, they prepared installations for battle. After the first volley, heavy enemy fire fell on the batteries. The main blow from the ground and from the air fell on Asadov's battery, which by the morning of May 3, 1944 was practically defeated. However, many shells survived, while upstairs, on the Ulyanov battery, there was a sharp shortage of shells. It was decided to transfer the surviving rocket shells to the Ulyanov battery in order to fire a decisive salvo before storming the enemy fortifications. At dawn, Lieutenant Asadov and driver V. Akulov drove a car loaded to capacity up a mountainous slope. The ground units of the enemy immediately noticed a moving vehicle: bursts of heavy shells kept shaking the ground. When they got out on the plateau, they were also spotted from the air. Two "Junkers", having emerged from the clouds, made a circle above the car - a machine-gun burst obliquely pierced the upper part of the cabin, and soon a bomb fell somewhere very close by. The motor ran intermittently, the riddled machine moved slowly. The most difficult section of the road began. The lieutenant jumped out of the cab and went ahead, showing the driver the way among the stones and craters. When Ulyanov's battery was already close, a roaring column of smoke and flame shot up nearby - Lieutenant Asadov was seriously wounded and lost his sight forever.
Years later, the commander of artillery of the 2nd Guards Army, Lieutenant General I.S. Strelbitsky, in his book about Eduard Asadov "For the sake of you, people," wrote about his feat: "Eduard Asadov accomplished an amazing feat. Flight through death in an old truck, on a sun-drenched road, in full view of the enemy, under continuous artillery and mortar fire, under bombing - this is a feat. To drive almost to certain death in order to save comrades is a feat ... Any doctor would confidently say that a person who received such a wound ", there is very little chance of surviving. And he is not able not only to fight, but also to move in general. And Eduard Asadov did not leave the battle. Losing consciousness every minute, he continued to command, carry out a military operation and drive a car to a target that he now only saw heart. And he brilliantly completed the task. I don’t remember such a case in my long military life ... "
The volley that was decisive before the assault on Sevastopol was fired on time, a volley for the sake of saving hundreds of people, for the sake of victory. For this feat of the guard, Lieutenant Asadov was awarded the Order of the Red Star, and many years later, by Decree of the Permanent Presidium of the Congress of People's Deputies of the USSR of November 18, 1998, he was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union. He was also awarded the title of honorary citizen of the Hero City of Sevastopol. And the feat continued. I had to believe in myself again, mobilize all my strength and will, be able to love life again, love it so that I could tell about it in my poems in all the variety of colors. In the hospital between operations, he continued to write poetry. In order to impartially assess their dignity, and no professional poet had yet read his poems, he decided to send them to Korney Chukovsky, whom he knew not only as the author of funny children's books, but also as a tough and merciless critic. A few days later the answer came. According to Eduard Arkadyevich, "perhaps, only his surname and dates remained from the poems sent by him, almost every line was provided with Chukovsky's lengthy comments." The most unexpected for him was the conclusion: "... however, despite everything said above, I can say with full responsibility that you are a true poet. For you have that genuine poetic breath that is inherent only to a poet! I wish you success. To .Chukovsky".
The significance of these sincere words for the young poet was difficult to overestimate.
In the fall of 1946, Eduard Asadov entered the Gorky Literary Institute. During these years, Alexei Surkov, Vladimir Lugovskoy, Pavel Antokolsky and Evgeny Dolmatovsky became his literary mentors.
While still a student, Eduard Asadov managed to declare himself as an original poet ("Spring in the Forest", "Poems about a red mongrel", "In the taiga", the poem "Back in service"). In the late 1940s, Vasily Fedorov, Rasul Gamzatov, Vladimir Soloukhin, Evgeny Vinokurov, Konstantin Vanshenkin, Naum Grebnev, Yakov Kozlovsky, Margarita Agashina, Yulia Drunina, Grigory Pozhenyan, Igor Kobzev, Yuri Bondarev, Vladimir Tendryakov, Grigory Baklanov and many other later famous poets, prose writers and playwrights. Once, a competition for the best poem or poem was announced at the institute, to which the majority of students responded. By decision of a strict and impartial jury chaired by Pavel Grigoryevich Antokolsky, the first prize was awarded to Eduard Asadov, the second to Vladimir Soloukhin, and the third was shared by Konstantin Vanshenkin and Maxim Tolmachev.
On May 1, 1948, the first publication of his poems took place in the Ogonyok magazine. And a year later, his poem "Back in Service" was submitted for discussion in the Writers' Union, where it received the highest recognition from such eminent poets as Vera Inber, Stepan Shchipachev, Mikhail Svetlov, Alexander Kovalenkov and Yaroslav Smelyakov.
For 5 years of study at the institute, Eduard Asadov did not receive a single triple and graduated from the institute with a "red" diploma. In 1951, after the publication of his first book of poems, Light Roads, he was admitted to the Writers' Union of the USSR. Numerous trips around the country began, conversations with people, creative meetings with readers in dozens of cities and towns.
Since the beginning of the 1960s, the poetry of Eduard Asadov has acquired the widest sound. 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 philharmonics, 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 - a wonderful actress, master of the artistic word Galina Razumovskaya. These were truly bright holidays of poetry, bringing up the brightest and noblest feelings. Eduard Asadov read his poems, talked about himself, answered numerous notes from the audience. He was not allowed to leave the stage for a long time, and meetings often dragged on for 3, 4 or even more hours.
Impressions from communication with people formed the basis of his poems. To date, Eduard Arkadievich is the author of 50 collections of poetry, which in different years included such widely known poems as "Back in service", "Shurka", "Galina", "The Ballad of Hatred and Love".
One of the fundamental features of Eduard Asadov's poetry is a heightened sense of justice. His poems captivate the reader with great artistic and life truth, originality and originality of intonations, polyphonic sound. A characteristic feature of his poetic work is the appeal to the most burning topics, the attraction to the action-packed verse, to the ballad. He is not afraid of sharp corners, does not avoid conflict situations, on the contrary, he strives to solve them with the utmost sincerity and directness ("Slanderers", "Unequal Fight", "When Friends Become Bosses", "The Right People", "Gap"). Whatever topic the poet touches on, whatever he writes about, it is always interesting and bright, it always excites the soul. These are hot poems full of emotions on civic topics ("Relics of the country", "Russia did not begin with a sword!", "Coward", "My Star"), and poems about love imbued with lyricism ("They were students", "My love", "Heart", "Don't hesitate", "Love and cowardice", "I will see you off", "I can wait for you", "On the wing", "Fates and hearts", "Her love", etc. .).
One of the main themes in the work of Eduard Asadov is the theme of the Motherland, fidelity, courage and patriotism ("Smoke of the Fatherland", "Twentieth Century", "Forest River", "Dream of the Ages", "About what cannot be lost", a lyrical monologue "Motherland"). Poems about nature are closely connected with poems about the Motherland, in which the poet figuratively and excitedly conveys the beauty of his native land, finding bright, rich colors for this. These are "In the Forest Land", "Night Song", "Taiga Spring", "Forest River" and other poems, as well as a whole series of poems about animals ("Bear Cub", "Bengal Tiger", "Pelican", "Ballad of Bulan Pensioner", "Yashka", "Zoryanka" and one of the most widely known poems of the poet - "Poems about the red mongrel"). Eduard Asadov is a life-affirming poet: even his most dramatic line carries a charge of ardent love for life.
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 was awarded the Orders of Lenin, the Order of the Patriotic War of the 1st degree, the Red Star, the Order of Friendship of Peoples, two orders of the Badge of Honor, the Order of Honor in 1998, the Order of Merit for the Fatherland, IV degree in 2004, the medals "For the Defense of Leningrad", "For the defense of Sevastopol", "For the victory over Germany". By decree of the permanent Presidium of the Congress of People's Deputies of the USSR of November 18, 1998, he was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.
Eduard Asadov died on April 21, 2004. He was buried in Moscow at the Kuntsevo cemetery. He bequeathed to bury his heart on Sapun Mountain in Sevastopol, where on May 4, 1944 he was wounded and lost his sight.
In 1986, a documentary film "I fight, I believe, I love" was shot about Eduard Asadov.
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Eduard Arkadyevich (Artashesovich) Asadov (1923 - 2004) - Russian Soviet poet and prose writer.
Family and childhood
Eduard Asadov was born on September 7, 1923 in the city of Merv (now Mary) of the Turkmen ASSR into an Armenian family. The parents were teachers. Father Artashes Grigoryevich Asadyants (1898-1929) was born in Nagorno-Karabakh, studied at the Tomsk Technological Institute, a member of the AKP. On November 9, 1918, he was arrested in Altai and released on December 10, 1919 by a group of P. Kantselyarsky. He left prison as a Bolshevik, worked as an investigator for the Altai Gubernia Cheka. He met his future wife Lidia Ivanovna Kurdova (1902-1984) in Barnaul. In 1921 he left for the Caucasus, fought with the Dashnaks - commissar of a rifle regiment, commander of a rifle company. Since 1923 - a teacher in the city of Mary (Turkmenistan).
After the death of his father in 1929, Eduard Asadov moved with his mother to Sverdlovsk, where his grandfather, doctor Ivan Kalustovich Kurdov (1867-1938), a graduate of Kazan University, organizer of sanitary and epidemiological affairs and medical and preventive care in the Urals, lived. Uncle - artist Valentin Ivanovich Kurdov.
At the age of eight he wrote his first poem. He joined the pioneers, then was admitted to the Komsomol. Since 1939, he lived in Moscow on Prechistenka, in the former apartment building of Isakov. He studied at the 38th Moscow school, which he graduated in 1941.
The Great Patriotic War
A week after graduation, the Great Patriotic War began. Asadov volunteered for the front, was a mortar gunner, then assistant commander of the Katyusha battery on the North Caucasian and 4th Ukrainian fronts. Fought on the Leningrad front.
On the night of May 3-4, 1944, in the battles for Sevastopol near Belbek, he was seriously wounded by a shell fragment in the face. Losing consciousness, he drove a truck with ammunition to an artillery battery. After prolonged treatment in hospitals, doctors were unable to save his eyes, and from that time on, Asadov was forced to wear a black half-mask on his face until the end of his life.
The poet later recalled these tragic days:
“... What happened next? And then there was a hospital and twenty-six days of struggle between life and death. "To be or not to be?" - in the most literal sense of the word. When consciousness came, he dictated a postcard to his mother two or three words, trying to avoid disturbing words. When consciousness left, he was delirious.
It was bad, but youth and life still won. However, I had not one hospital, but a whole clip. From Mamashaev I was transferred to Saki, then to Simferopol, then to Kislovodsk to the hospital named after the Decade of October (now there is a sanatorium), and from there to Moscow. Moving, surgeons' scalpels, dressings. And here is the most difficult thing - the verdict of the doctors: “Everything will be ahead. Everything but the light." This is what I had to accept, endure and comprehend, to decide for myself the question: “To be or not to be?” And after many sleepless nights, weighing everything and answering: “Yes!” - set yourself the biggest and most important goal for yourself and go towards it, no longer giving up. I started writing poetry again. He wrote night and day, before and after the operation, he wrote persistently and stubbornly. I understood that it was not yet right, but I searched again and worked again. However, no matter how strong the will of a person, no matter how persistently he goes towards his goal and no matter how much work he puts into his business, true success is not yet guaranteed to him. In poetry, as in any other art, one needs abilities, talent, and vocation. It is difficult to assess the dignity of your poems yourself, because you are most partial to yourself.
Literary activity
In 1946 he entered the Literary Institute. A. M. Gorky, who graduated with honors in 1951. In the same year, he published his first collection of poems, The Bright Road, and was accepted as a member of the CPSU and the Writers' Union.
Asadov wrote lyrical poems, poems (including the autobiographical "Back in Service", 1948), short stories, essays, and the story "Gogolevsky Boulevard" (collection "Do not dare to beat a man!", Moscow: Slavyansky dialogue, 1998). At various times he worked as a literary consultant in the Literaturnaya Gazeta, the Ogonyok and Young Guard magazines, and the Young Guard publishing house. After the collapse of the USSR, he published in the publishing houses "Slavic Dialogue", "Eksmo" and "Russian Book".
... I will never forget this May 1, 1948. And how happy I was when I kept the issue of Ogonyok bought near the House of Scientists, in which my poems were printed. That's it, my poems, and not someone else's! Festive demonstrators walked past me with songs, and I was probably the most festive of all in Moscow!
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 War", "Scout Sasha", the story "Front Spring"), translated poems from poets of Bashkiria, Georgia, Kalmykia, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan.
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 philharmonics, 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.
Asadov was married to Galina Valentinovna Razumovskaya (1925-1997), an artist of the Moskontsert.
And, although the children of Eduard Asadov did not appear in this marriage, they lived a happy life. Despite the fact that the poet did not have his own children, he wrote such heartfelt poems about children that one can only wonder where such paternal feelings come from.
last years of life
In recent years, he lived and worked in the writers' village DNT Krasnovidovo.
He died on April 21, 2004 in Odintsovo, Moscow Region. 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.
Order "For Merit to the Fatherland" IV degree (February 7, 2004) - for great services in the development of national literature
Order of Honor (September 7, 1998) - for his great contribution to Russian literature
Order of Friendship of Peoples (October 20, 1993) - 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)
Two Orders of the Badge of Honor (October 28, 1967; September 18, 1973)
Medal "For the Defense of Leningrad"
Medal "For the Defense of Sevastopol"
Medal "For the Victory over Germany in the Great Patriotic War of 1941-1945"
Honorary citizen of Sevastopol (1989)
On November 18, 1998, by the 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.
On Sapun Mountain in the Museum "Protection and Liberation of Sevastopol" there is a stand dedicated to Eduard Asadov and his work.
