Asadov who is by nationality. All his life and all his work is a victory, he made his life creatively

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:

Site materials www.easadov.ru

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Childhood and family of Eduard Asadov

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

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

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Eduard Asadov during the war

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

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

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How blind was Eduard Asadov

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

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

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

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

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

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My star

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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From the words of love ringing head.

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They are both beautiful and very fragile.

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However, love is not only words,

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Love is, first of all, actions.

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And nobody needs loopholes here.

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Prove feelings and - the whole secret.

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But if there are no cases behind words,

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Love your cost three pennies!

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

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Unfortunately, God did not give children to 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 fatherly 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.

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

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

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

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The wound 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.

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

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

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Snow falls

Snow is falling, snow is falling

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Thousands of white hedgehogs...

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And a man walks along the road

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And his lips are trembling.

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Frost under the steps crunches like salt,

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The face of a man is resentment and pain,

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In the pupils are two black alarm flags

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Threw out sadness.

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Treason? Are dreams broken jingle?

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Is it a friend with a vile soul?

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Only he knows about it

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Yes, someone else...

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And can it be taken into account here?

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Some kind of etiquette

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Is it convenient or not to approach him,

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Are you familiar with him or not?

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Snow is falling, snow is falling

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Patterned rustles on glass.

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And a man walks through a blizzard

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And the snow looks black to him...

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And if you meet him on the way,

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Let the bell tremble in the soul,

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Rush to him through the human stream.

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Stop! Come on!

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

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Satan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ballad of a friend

When I hear about solid friendship,

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About a courageous and modest heart,

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I represent not a proud profile,

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

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I just see one window

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In patterns of dust or frost

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And the reddish frail Leshka -

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The fixer boy from the Red Rose...

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Every morning before work

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He ran to a friend on his floor,

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He entered and jokingly saluted the pilot:

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

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Will take out a friend, seat in the park,

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Jokingly wraps up warmer,

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Pull pigeons out of the cage:

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

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

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On the third, stand a little, resting.

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Alyosha, come on!

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Sit, do not grieve! .. -

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And again the steps are like milestones:

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

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So years and years: not three, not five,

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I only have ten. And after how much?

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Friendship, as you can see, knows no boundaries,

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All the same stubbornly knocking heels.

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Steps, steps, steps, steps...

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

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Ah, if suddenly a fabulous hand

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I'd put them all together

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That ladder is for sure

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The top would go beyond the clouds,

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Almost invisible to the eye.

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And there, in the cosmic height

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(Imagine a little)

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On par with satellite tracks

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I would stand with a friend on my back

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Good guy Alyosha!

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Let them not give him flowers

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And let them not write about him in the newspaper,

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Yes, he does not expect grateful words,

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He's just ready to help

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If you feel bad in the world ...

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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.

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

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

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

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

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