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 circle 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 assignment 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 in 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 a constant 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. Such 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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Text prepared by Andrey Goncharov

Used materials:

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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

Name: Eduard Asadov

Age: 80 years old

Activity: poet, prose writer

Family status: widower

Eduard Asadov: biography

Asadov Eduard Arkadievich is an outstanding Russian poet and prose writer, a hero of the Soviet Union, an amazing person in terms of fortitude and courage, who lost his sight in his youth, but found the strength to live and create for people.

Eduard Asadov was born in September 1923, in the city of Merv, Turkestan Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic, in a family of intelligent Armenians. His father, Artashes Grigorievich Asadyants (who later changed his first and last name and became Arkady Grigorievich Asadov), participated in the revolutionary movement, was imprisoned for his beliefs, after which he joined the Bolsheviks. Subsequently, he served as an investigator, commissar and commander of a rifle company. After retiring, Arkady Grigorievich married the mother of the future poet, Lidia Ivanovna Kurdova, and changed his military shoulder straps to the peaceful status of a school teacher.

The young years of little Edik passed in the cozy atmosphere of a small Turkmen town, with its dusty streets, noisy bazaars and endless blue skies. However, happiness and family idyll were short-lived. When the boy was only six years old, his father tragically died. At the time of his death, Arkady Grigoryevich was about thirty, and he died, not affected by bandit bullets and the hard times of the Civil War, from intestinal obstruction.

Edward's mother, left alone with her child, could not endure the situation, which reminded her of her late wife. In 1929, Lidia Ivanovna packed up her simple belongings and, together with her son, moved to Sverdlovsk, where her father, Ivan Kalustovich, lived. It was in Sverdlovsk that Edik first went to school, and at the age of eight he wrote his first poems, and there he began to attend a theater group. Everyone predicted a bright future for the boy, he was so talented, ardent, versatile.

Little Eduard Asadov with his parents

Once having tasted the delights of the lines running out from under the pen, Asadov could no longer stop. The boy wrote poems about everything he saw, felt, loved. Edik's mother was able to instill in her son not only a love for literature, theater, creativity, but also a kind of admiration for true feelings, sincerity, devotion, passion.

Biographers of Eduard Asadov claim that the reverence experienced by the poet for real, genuine love was transmitted to the poet at the genetic level. His father and mother fell in love and got married, regardless of nationality and other conventions. However, then, in the Soviet Union, no one was surprised by this. All the more characteristic is the example connected with the story of Edward's great-grandmother. She was from a good noble family living in St. Petersburg, but she fell in love with the English lord, with whom she tied her fate against public opinion and the will of her parents.

After Sverdlovsk, the Asadovs moved to Moscow, where Lidia Ivanovna continued to work as a school teacher. Edward was delighted. He was fascinated by the big and noisy city, the capital won the heart of the young man with its scale, architecture, bustle. He wrote literally about everything, as if absorbing in advance the impressions of what he saw and trying to fix them on paper. These were poems about love, life, girls as beautiful as spring flowers, about cheerful people and dreams that come true.

After graduating from school, Eduard Asadov planned to enter a university, but he still could not choose a direction, hesitating between literary and theater institutes. Graduation party at his school fell on June 14, 1941. The young man expected that he would still have a few days to think before submitting documents. But fate decreed otherwise. The war broke the lives of millions of Soviet people, and the young poet could not escape his destiny. However, he did not try: on the very first day of the war, Asadov appeared at the military registration and enlistment office and signed up as a volunteer for the front.

At war

Eduard was appointed to the calculation of the gun, which later became known to the whole world as the legendary "Katyusha". The poet fought near Moscow and Leningrad, on the Volkhov, North Caucasian, Leningrad fronts. The young military man showed remarkable courage and courage, went from a gunner to a battalion commander of guards mortars.

In between battles and shelling, the poet continued to write. He composed and immediately read poems to the soldiers about the war, love, hope, sadness, and his colleagues asked for more. In one of his works, Asadov describes such a moment. Critics of the poet's work have repeatedly condemned him for idealizing the life of soldiers, they were unaware that even in mud, blood and pain a person can dream of love, dream of peaceful pictures, remember family, children, beloved girl.

Once again, the life and hopes of the young poet were crossed out by the war. In 1944, on the outskirts of Sevastopol, the battery where Asadov served was broken, and all his fellow soldiers died. In such an environment, Edward made a heroic decision that left him practically no chance of survival. He loaded the remaining ammunition into an old truck and began to break through to the neighboring battle line, where the shells were vital. He managed to bring the car under mortar fire and incessant shelling, but on the way he received a terrible wound from a shell fragment in the head.

This was followed by endless hospitals and doctors shrugging their shoulders. Despite Asadov's twelve operations, the traumatic brain injury he received was so serious that no one hoped that the hero would survive. However, Edward survived. He survived, but lost his sight forever. This fact plunged the poet into a deep depression, he did not understand how and why he should live now, who needs a blind and helpless young man.

According to the memoirs of Asadov himself, he was saved by the love of women. It turned out that his poems were widely known outside of his military unit, they diverged in the lists, and these handwritten sheets were read by people, girls, women, men and old people. It was in the hospital that the poet found out that he was famous, that he had many admirers. The girls regularly visited their idol, and at least six of them were ready to marry the poet-hero.

Asadov could not resist one of them. It was Irina Viktorova, an artist of the children's theater, and she became the first wife of the poet. Unfortunately, this marriage did not last long, the love that Ira seemed to have for Edward turned out to be a hobby, and the couple soon broke up.

Creation

At the end of the war, Eduard Asadov continued his work as a poet and prose writer. At first, he wrote poems "on the table", not daring to publish. Once the poet sent several poems, whom he considered a professional in poetry. Chukovsky at first criticized Asadov's works to the nines, but at the end of the letter unexpectedly summed up, writing that Eduard is a true poet with "genuine poetic breath."

After such a "blessing" Asadov perked up. He entered the capital's Literary University, which he successfully graduated in 1951. In the same year, the first of his collections, The Bright Road, was released. This was followed by membership in the CPSU and the Writers' Union, the long-awaited recognition of the general public and the world community.

In the post-war years, Eduard Asadov participated in numerous literary evenings, read poetry from the stage, signed autographs, spoke, telling people about his life and fate. He was loved and respected, millions read his poems, Asadov received letters from all over the Union: this is how his work resonated in the souls of people, touching the most hidden strings and the deepest feelings.

Among the most famous poems of the poet, the following should be noted:

• "I can really wait for you";
• "How many of those";
• "As long as we are alive";
• "Poems about the red mongrel";
• "Satan";
• "Coward" and others.

In 1998, Eduard Asadov was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.

The poet beloved by millions of ordinary Soviet people died in 2004, in Odintsovo, near Moscow.

Personal life

Asadov met his second wife, Galina Razumovskaya, at one of the concerts at the Palace of Culture of Moscow State University. She was an artist of the Mosconcert and asked to be allowed to perform first, because she was afraid to miss the plane. Galina became a faithful companion, last love, muse and eyes of the poet.

She accompanied him to all meetings, evenings, concerts, supporting him mentally and physically. For his sake, at the age of 60, his wife learned to drive a car, so that it would be easier for Eduard Arkadyevich to move around the city. In a happy marriage, this couple lived for 36 years, until the death of Galina.

Eduard Asadov today

More than one generation of people grew up on the poems of Eduard Asadov, it is not surprising that he is still loved, remembered and read by his works. The writer and poet passed away, but left behind a gigantic cultural heritage. Asadov is the author of almost fifty books and collections of poems. He published in magazines, wrote not only poetry, but also poems, essays, short stories, novels.

The works of Eduard Asadov in the 60s of the last century were published in hundreds of thousands of copies, but interest in his books did not fade even with the collapse of the USSR. The writer continued to cooperate with various publishing houses, and today, in 2016 and 2017, his collections are reprinted and sold out. Several audio books with the poet's poems have been published, and many works, essays, dissertations have been written about his work and life. The poet's poems live in the hearts of people even after his death, which means that he himself is also alive.

Quotes

Let not you be the reason
That quarrel and harsh words.
Rise above the quarrel, be a man!
It's still your love.

Seeing beauty in the ugly
See the rivers flowing in the streams!
Who knows how to be happy on weekdays,
He really is a happy man!

To love is first and foremost to give.
To love means your feelings, like a river,
Splash with spring generosity
To the joy of a loved one.

How easy it is to offend a person!
He took and threw a phrase angrier than pepper ...
And then sometimes a century is not enough,
To return the offended heart ...

Is a bad, good bird born -
She is destined to fly.
It's not good enough for a man.
It is not enough to be born as a human
They still need to be.

Men, beware!
Well, who does not know that a woman with a tender soul
A hundred thousand sins will forgive you sometimes!
But ATTENTION does not forgive ...

How many people to go to bed with...
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.
All because there are few with whom you want to wake up ...

Bibliography

• "Snowy Evening" (1956);
• "Soldiers returned from the war" (1957);
• "In the name of great love" (1962);
• "In the name of great love" (1963);
• "I love forever" (1965);
• "Be Happy, Dreamers" (1966);
• "The Island of Romance" (1969);
• Kindness (1972);
• "Winds of Restless Years" (1975);
• "Constellation of the Hounds of the Dogs" (1976);
• "Years of Courage and Love" (1978);
• "Compass of happiness" (1979);
• "In the name of conscience" (1980);
• High Debt (1986);
• "Fates and Hearts" (1990);
• "Lightning Lightning of War" (1995);
• "Don't give up, people" (1997);
• "Don't give away your loved ones" (2000);
• "The Road to the Winged Tomorrow" (2004);
• "When Poems Smile" (2004);

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 for the rest 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 magazines Ogonyok and Molodaya Gvardiya, and in the Molodaya Gvardiya 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 a constant 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 national 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.

Eduard Asadov stands out among the poets of love lyrics. His pen belongs to poems quoted by different generations: from impressionable teenagers to mature women and men who know what this great creator wanted to say. Asadov's name is also associated with many lines that he never wrote. For sure, it will help to understand his masterpieces, of course.

Basic information

And the prose writer Asadov Eduard Arkadievich was born on September 7, 1923 in the family of a teacher. The birthplace of the creator is the city of Mary (at that time it was called Merv), which is in Turkmenistan.

During the Civil War, Arkady Asadov - the father of the future poet - fought in the Caucasus. When the boy was only six years old, death took his father away from him, and therefore the family moved to Edward's grandfather, Ivan Kurdov, in the Urals, in the city of Sverdlovsk (now Yekaterinburg).

early years

Ivan Kalustovich Kurdov - the father of Asadov's mother (Lydia) - had a huge influence on the boy. The future poet called him "historical grandfather." Little Edik learned from him to develop his best features in himself and to see the good in people, even if they themselves did not find it.

He had a great influence on Asadov and his native grandfather's region - the Urals. Love for the strict and harsh nature of the place where Eduard Arkadyevich Asadov (the biography especially focuses on this) spent his childhood and adolescence was reflected in many works and forever remained in his memory as a source of inspiration. In addition to Sverdlovsk, the Asadov family often traveled to Serov to visit Eduard's uncle, thanks to which the young poet was able to fully comprehend the greatness of his native land.

Asadov's first attempt at writing took place in 1931: eight-year-old Eduard wrote a poem.

As a child, the poet did not differ in behavior from his peers: he had a typical Soviet school life, including the Komsomol and joining the pioneers.

In addition to poetry, the boy was fond of the theater: he loved it wholeheartedly, participated in the drama circle.

Youth

In 1939, Eduard Asadov moved to Moscow: his mother was transferred to the capital, as she was an outstanding teacher. In the new school, the young man continued to engage in artistic expression, and wrote his own poems.

On February 23, 1940, the poet first spoke to the general public in front of the soldiers of the Red Army.

In 1941, on June 14, he graduated from high school, but his joy after graduation did not last long, because just a week after this event, the Great Patriotic War began.

He never showed cowardice, so the seventeen-year-old Asadov went to the front as a volunteer to defend his native country and his loved ones. Three years later, in May 1944, in the battles for Sevastopol, the fighter committed a heroic deed, for which he received the title of "Honorary Citizen of the City", but at the same time he was seriously wounded. Until the end, Edward never recovered from the injury: the poet lost his sight and since then in public he has always hidden his eyes with a black bandage.

After the war

In 1946, the "thaw" came. The war ended, and Eduard Asadov, following his vocation, passed the exams with excellent marks and became a student of them. A. M. Gorky. He graduated from this educational institution in 1951, and with honors. In general, Eduarda proves that he was not only, of course, a talented person, but also a diligent, responsible and obligatory, diligent student and faithful comrade.

Immediately after graduating from the institute, E. Asadov published his first collection of poems, entitled by him as "Bright Road". The publication became the poet's ticket to the Writers' Union.

Popularity

Fame overtook the talented lyricist in the early sixties of the 20th century. This popularity remained unchanged in the next forty years: the circulation of collections of Asadov's poems reached one hundred thousand and sold out in a very short time, while literary evenings were always successful in the best concert halls of the country.

To what does the poet owe his fame? The biography of Eduard Arkadyevich Asadov reflects this well: he not only wrote about the best human traits, but he himself repeatedly showed them. The light sincerity that shines through in his poems cannot leave you indifferent.

The misfortune that deprived Eduard Asadov of sight gave the world lines in which, as the creator himself said, he never lied. Without seeing people's faces, he saw their hearts, felt and wrote about them. Eduard Asadov was a very sincere person.

Biography: Personal life

Both his wife and his children - people close to the poet - were what E. Asadov valued, perhaps, more than anything else. Who, if not him, knows about the true significance of the family. In his poems, the poet often turned to the theme of love, and he never lied.

Before Asadov met his future wife, Galina Valentinovna Razumovskaya, he had to endure both betrayal and bitter disappointment. But the cold of these sorrows receded before the power of true love.

The meeting took place in Barnaul in 1961, on the twenty-ninth day of August, and the poet's world turned upside down.

The writer dedicated a full cycle of poems about love to his wife.

Not as well known as Eduard Asadov himself, biography. The poet's children and grandchildren are little-known information at all. The only son is Arkady Eduardovich Asadov. Kristina Asadova (the writer's granddaughter) is more inclined to go out, unlike her father. She gave a couple of interviews to newspapers about her famous grandfather.

Creation

The biography of Eduard Arkadyevich Asadov is replete with events that would make many people lose heart. But this man - strong and bright, with a capital letter, not only took down all the troubles, overcame obstacles, but also managed to become happy and give a particle of joy to people with the help of his poems.

Surprisingly, the work of this poet is not studied in schools. However, many people know who Eduard Asadov is. The biography of the writer interests them not because of the educational task, but because they want to know what this amazing person was like.

Asadov was inspired by conversations, impressions, meetings. His work, of course, is recognizable because of some very correct justice, and also because of the appeal to the most sentimental topics. In general, the poetry of Eduard Arkadyevich is associated with the word “correct”, the writer seemed to put everything on the shelves, or rather, line by line.

Eduard Asadov himself gravitated towards ballads, was not afraid to take on the sharp corners of the plot, as in life, the poet did not avoid conflict situations, but decided, clearly and straightforwardly.

List of works

How much did Eduard Asadov write in his life! Biography, poems and poems are an integral part of the writer's life path. Has a total of 66 published works.

Among them there is a civic theme:

"Relics of the country".

"Coward".

“Russia did not begin with a sword!”.

"My star".

Lyric lines:

"Love and Cowardice".

"I can wait for you."

"My love".

"They were students."

Natural motives:

"Night Song"

"Bear cub".

"Poems about the red mongrel".

The biography of Eduard Asadov is not so simple, and yet the poems of this poet continue to be very life-affirming and vivid.

Asadov considered such outstanding people as Pushkin, Lermontov and Nekrasov, Blok and Yesenin as his creative teachers. I have read their work many times. Extremely fond of the work of Korney Chukovsky. Impressed by his lines, Eduard Arkadyevich wrote several poems. In addition, he sent his poems to Korney Ivanovich personally, along with a letter, very worried about the answer. Chukovsky assured Asadov that he was a true poet, and in no case should he stop writing.

"I'll drown in your eyes, can I?"

There is a poem in the genre of love lyrics, known and even popular, quoted by many, but, unfortunately, no one knows who its author is. The work “I will drown in your eyes, can I?” most often attributed to Robert Rozhdestvensky or Eduard Asadov. As for Eduard Arkadyevich, although it is known for certain that he did not write these lines, there are special disputes. Some argue that it was definitely written in his style, and besides, the phrase “I will drown in your eyes” is very penetrating for a blind poet. Robert Rozhdestvensky, according to others, translated a poem by a little-known Moldavian writer. But this unconfirmed information remains a guess, and the discussions are still not going to stop. One thing is for sure: the biography of Asadov Eduard has never been a secret in terms of his works. And this, undoubtedly, a wonderful creation is not among them.

Biography of Eduard Asadov: aphorisms, quotes

The lines of a talented poet, as already noted, are very accurate. Therefore, it is not surprising that almost every one of his poems can be parsed into quotations, in which there is sometimes more wisdom than in long monologues.

Asadov was right on target when he claimed that:

“You still have to become a man…” and “For stupidity, alas, there is no cure.”

Needless to say, works of incredible beauty are dearly loved by eternal lovers, romantics and aesthetes. Perhaps, Eduard Arkadievich himself can be counted among such people. A connoisseur of the best human qualities, a lover of classical music, an amazing lyricist - his soul definitely aspired to romantic traits.

Last years

On April 21, 2004, the outstanding poet, talented writer and wonderful person Eduard Arkadyevich Asadov died. The cause of death was a heart attack. He was buried at Moscow At the same time, he bequeathed to bury his heart at the place where he lost his sight - in Sevastopol. It is amazing how the biography of Eduard Asadov comes down to this city, how the events that took place there influenced the fate of the poet, how, perhaps, they predetermined his future life. No wonder they say that when the door closes, the window remains open.