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Eduard Asadov was rightfully considered the singer of love in the Soviet Union. His books were sold out instantly, his poems were copied into notebooks. And he dedicated the most poignant poem to his wife, Galina Razumovskaya, whom he had never seen.

He started writing poetry in elementary school. And he dreamed of entering a literary or theater institute. But the Great Patriotic War began. It was the war that left its mark on the entire future fate of Eduard Asadov. He is one of those who put on a tunic immediately after graduation. He survived this monstrous military meat grinder, but was forever plunged into darkness.

Eduard Asadov in June 1941.

His combat crew was supposed to deliver combat supplies to the front line. A German shell that exploded near him nearly took his life. Bleeding after being wounded, he refused to return without completing the task. The shells were delivered on time, and then doctors fought for twenty-six days to save his life.

Eduard Asadov at the beginning of the war.

He was only 21 years old when doctors announced their verdict: eternal blindness. It seemed that life was collapsing before it even began. But according to Eduard Asadov, six girls who regularly visited the young hero in the hospital helped him cope with depression. One of them, Irina Viktorova, became his first wife.

Irina Viktorova, the poet's first wife.

Later, Eduard Asadov admits in a letter to a friend that he connected his life with the wrong person. There will be a difficult divorce and a broken relationship with my son. But before that, a young and very organized young man, despite complete blindness, begins to write poetry and enters the Literary Institute.

Eduard Asadov.

His first success came when his poems were published in the magazine “Ogonyok” with the light hand of Korney Chukovsky, to whom Asadov sent his creations for the first time, while still in the hospital. Korney Ivanovich criticized the work of the young poet, but at the same time strongly advised Asadov not to give up what he started, writing to him: “...You are a true poet. For you have that genuine poetic breath that is inherent only to a poet!”

Eduard Asadov.

From that moment on, his life will change dramatically again. He will write about the most important human quality - the ability to love. Critics treated his work very condescendingly, considering his works too simple. But it was difficult to find a person who did not know Asadov’s poems. Popular love and recognition were a response to the critics.

Creative evenings with the participation of the beloved poet invariably attracted full houses. People recognized themselves in his works and wrote letters of gratitude and appreciation for such an accurate description of feelings. No one could have guessed how lonely the poet was in his personal life. But one single meeting changed everything.

Eduard Asadov and Galina Razumovskaya.

At one of the literary meetings, Mosconcert actress Galina Razumovskaya asked to skip her performance ahead, as she was afraid of being late for the plane. She had to read poems by women poets. Asadov then joked that men write too. She stayed to listen to what he would read. After his speech, she asked me to send poems to her in Tashkent so that she could read them. After her speech, Galina wrote a detailed letter to the author about the success of his works.

He was very afraid of making a mistake again, but Galina Razumovskaya became more than just his wife for him. She became his eyes, his feelings, his true love. At that moment he found the strength to break off his past relationships, which were very painful for him. And go to the one he loves. He dedicated his amazing poems to her.

Since then, she always took part in his creative evenings, read his poems, and accompanied him everywhere. He only wrote poems on his own, typing them blindly on a typewriter.

Eduard Asadov and Galina Razumovskaya.

The entire life of the Asadov family was subject to a clear schedule: early rise, breakfast at seven in the morning and then in the office he recited poetry into a tape recorder. After lunch, which was always at two o'clock, the poet sat down to print his poems. And then my wife retyped them completely and prepared them for submission to the publishing house.

Eduard Asadov with his wife, daughter-in-law and granddaughter Christina.

He did not use any devices for the blind in everyday life, except for a special watch that allowed him to tell the time. He was very fond of discipline and could not stand non-obligation or unpunctuality.

Galina Razumovskaya in her youth.

At the age of 60, Galina Valentinovna learned to drive a car so that her husband could comfortably move around the city and visit the dacha. She categorically refused to purchase a television, because she considered it unethical to watch it in front of her blind husband. But they listened to the radio together, and Galina Valentinovna read books, newspapers, and magazines aloud to him. He didn’t even use a wand, because Galina was always next to him, helping and guiding him in the most literal sense.

Eduard Asadov and Galina Razumovskaya.

She predeceased her husband, dying of a heart attack in 1997. The poet recalled this period as one of the most difficult in his life. After all, he was left completely alone. And he wrote again. To her, her beloved, but already unearthly.

Through the ringing of stars, through truths and lies,
Through pain and darkness and through the winds of loss
It seems to me that you will come again
And quietly, quietly knock on the door...

On our familiar floor,
Where you are forever imprinted in the dawn,
Where do you live and no longer live?
And where, like a song, you are and are not.

And then suddenly I start to imagine
That the phone will ring one day
And your voice is like in an unreal dream,
Shaking it, it will scorch your whole soul at once.

And if you suddenly step on the threshold,
I swear that you can be anyone!
I'm waiting. Neither shroud nor harsh rock,
And no horror or shock
They won't be able to intimidate me anymore!

Is there anything worse in life?
And something more monstrous in the world,
Than among familiar books and things,
Frozen in soul, without loved ones and friends,
Wandering around an empty apartment at night...

But his fighting character did not allow him to give up his positions. He again rushed into creative battle and was able to defeat depression and loneliness. His military friends came to his aid, all generals, as he said proudly.

Eduard Asadov.

And soon his next book, “Don’t give up, people!” was published. He didn't give up until the very end, in 2004. He wrote, met with admirers of his talent and sincerely enjoyed life until the last day, until a heart attack took his life.

Eduard Asadov was rightfully considered the singer of love in the Soviet Union. His books were sold out instantly, his poems were copied into notebooks. And he dedicated the most poignant poem to his wife, Galina Razumovskaya, whom he had never seen.

At the turn of the war

He started writing poetry in elementary school. And he dreamed of entering a literary or theater institute. But the Great Patriotic War began. It was the war that left its mark on the entire future fate of Eduard Asadov. He is one of those who put on a tunic immediately after graduation. He survived this monstrous military meat grinder, but was forever plunged into darkness.

His combat crew was supposed to deliver combat supplies to the front line. A German shell that exploded near him nearly took his life. Bleeding after being wounded, he refused to return without completing the task. The shells were delivered on time, and then doctors fought for twenty-six days to save his life.

He was only 21 years old when doctors announced their verdict: eternal blindness. It seemed that life was collapsing before it even began. But according to Eduard Asadov, six girls who regularly visited the young hero in the hospital helped him cope with depression. One of them, Irina Viktorova, became his first wife.

Later, Eduard Asadov admits in a letter to a friend that he connected his life with the wrong person. There will be a difficult divorce and a broken relationship with my son. But before that, a young and very organized young man, despite complete blindness, will begin to write poetry, enter the Literary Institute and begin to write a lot.

First success

His first success came when his poems were published in the magazine “Ogonyok” with the light hand of Korney Chukovsky, to whom Asadov sent his creations for the first time, while still in the hospital. Korney Ivanovich criticized the work of the young poet, but at the same time strongly advised Asadov not to give up what he started, writing to him: “...You are a true poet. For you have that genuine poetic breath that is inherent only to a poet!”

From that moment on, his life will change dramatically again. He will write about the most important human quality - the ability to love. Critics treated his work very condescendingly, considering his works too simple. But it was difficult to find a person who did not know Asadov’s poems. Popular love and recognition were a response to the critics.

Creative evenings with the participation of the beloved poet invariably attracted full houses. People recognized themselves in his works and wrote letters of gratitude and appreciation for such an accurate description of feelings. No one could have guessed how lonely the poet was in his personal life. But one single meeting changed everything.

Literary meeting

At one of the literary meetings, Mosconcert actress Galina Razumovskaya asked to skip her performance ahead, as she was afraid of being late for the plane. She had to read poems by women poets. Asadov then joked that men write too. She stayed to listen to what he would read. After his speech, she asked me to send poems to her in Tashkent so that she could read them. After her speech, Galina wrote a detailed letter to the author about the success of his works.

He was very afraid of making a mistake again, but Galina Razumovskaya became more than just his wife for him. She became his eyes, his feelings, his true love. At that moment he found the strength to break off his past relationships, which were very painful for him. And go to the one he loves. He dedicated his amazing poems to her.

Simple happiness

Since then, she always took part in his creative evenings, read his poems, and accompanied him everywhere. He only wrote poems on his own, typing them blindly on a typewriter.

The entire life of the Asadov family was subject to a clear schedule: early rise, breakfast at seven in the morning and then in the office he recited poetry into a tape recorder. After lunch, which was always at two o'clock, the poet sat down to print his poems. And then my wife retyped them completely and prepared them for submission to the publishing house.

He did not use any devices for the blind in everyday life, except for a special watch that allowed him to tell the time. He was very fond of discipline and could not stand non-obligation or unpunctuality.

At the age of 60, Galina Valentinovna learned to drive a car so that her husband could comfortably move around the city and visit the dacha. She categorically refused to purchase a television, because she considered it unethical to watch it in front of her blind husband. But they listened to the radio together, and Galina Valentinovna read books, newspapers, and magazines aloud to him. He didn’t even use a wand, because Galina was always next to him, helping and guiding him in the most literal sense.

She predeceased her husband, dying of a heart attack in 1997. The poet recalled this period as one of the most difficult in his life. After all, he was left completely alone. And he wrote again. To her, her beloved, but already unearthly.

Through the ringing of stars, through truths and lies,
Through pain and darkness and through the winds of loss
It seems to me that you will come again
And quietly, quietly knock on the door...
On our familiar floor,
Where you are forever imprinted in the dawn,
Where do you live and no longer live?
And where, like a song, you are and are not.
And then suddenly I start to imagine
That the phone will ring one day
And your voice is like in an unreal dream,
Shaking it, it will scorch your whole soul at once.
And if you suddenly step on the threshold,
I swear that you can be anyone!
I'm waiting. Neither shroud nor harsh rock,
And no horror or shock
They won't be able to intimidate me anymore!
Is there anything worse in life?
And something more monstrous in the world,
Than among familiar books and things,
Frozen in soul, without loved ones and friends,
Wandering around an empty apartment at night...

But his fighting character did not allow him to give up his positions. He again rushed into creative battle and was able to defeat depression and loneliness. His military friends came to his aid, all generals, as he said proudly.

And soon his next book, “Don’t give up, people!” was published. He didn't give up until the very end, in 2004. He wrote, met with admirers of his talent and sincerely enjoyed life until the last day, until a heart attack took his life.

Eduard Asadov was happy with his beloved. The great storyteller was never able to melt the heart of his snow queen.

Eduard Asadov is a lyric poet who fascinated people with his poetic lines about love, life, friendship, and fidelity. He still has many admirers. Eduard Asadov has been dead for a long time, but he still leaves a mark in the soul of every poetry lover.

A person sees a reflection of his experiences in the poet’s poems and, after reading the lines, rethinks himself. The article discusses a brief description of the poems and describes the deep feelings of the writer.

The writer's childhood

Eduard Asadov was born into an intelligent Armenian family. Then no one could have imagined that in 1923, on September 7, a future celebrity appeared. Asadov's parents were teachers. They devoted a lot of time to raising their son, took up reading, and talked about the beautiful world around them. Most likely, it was his bright attitude towards life that eventually brought the writer celebrity.

The boy's father died when he was only six years old. Mom had no choice but to move to her father Ivan in the city of Sverdlovsk. Edward studied well and attended a theater club.

When the boy entered second grade, he wrote his first lines of poetry. Asadov’s mother was invited to work in Moscow. They moved to the capital in 1939.

On Soviet Army Day, February 23, Eduard read his poems to the public. This was his first performance. He was 16 years old then. However, the biography of Eduard Asadov, of course, did not end there. His life is just beginning.

Youth years

Asadov was a creative person. Therefore, he doubted where he should go. He had two options: literary and theater institutes. However, the dream is not destined to come true. On June 22, after the school prom, the war began. The young man didn’t think twice and joined the army as a volunteer.

Eduard served faithfully and faithfully near Moscow and Leningrad. Already in 1942 he was appointed gun commander. However, he did not stop writing poetry, devoting all his free time to creativity. Many poems about the war were included in numerous collections of poems.

In the fall of 1942, the young man entered the Omsk Artillery Mortar School, which he graduated with straight A's. After studying, Eduard received the rank of lieutenant. In the spring of 1943, Asadov was appointed head of communications for the division. Over time, he became deputy battalion commander. He gave his all to the service. Therefore, he later became a battalion commander.

During a responsible mission, Asadov was seriously wounded, and he found himself between life and death. The doctors fought for the hero with all their might and performed a miracle. The young man survived, but, as it turned out, misfortune still overtook him. The biography of Eduard Asadov is complex, and at times it is difficult to read, because the writer has gone through a difficult path.

The tragedy of Eduard Asadov

As mentioned earlier, the writer was a battalion commander. When most of the soldiers were dead, Assadov noticed that they had a lot of ammunition left. He decided that they would be very needed in the neighboring part. Therefore, without thinking twice, Eduard and his driver took the remaining ammunition there.

However, it so happened that they were traveling through an open area. The enemies noticed them and opened fire. A shell exploded near the car, wounding the writer. The shrapnel took off most of the skull. Therefore, doctors at the hospital decided that his injury was incompatible with life. They believed he had only a few days left. However, a miracle happened. Eduard Asadov survived, whose biography is of interest to many to this day.

That's not all, because the writer lost his sight, without which life becomes much more difficult. He traveled to different hospitals, and everywhere the specialists gave the same verdict: it was impossible to restore vision.

The writer dropped his hands. He did not want to live and did not understand why he was saved. It seemed that it was impossible to exist without the colors of the world. Nevertheless, he continued to write and decided to devote himself entirely to creativity. The biography of Eduard Asadov is full of impressions. After reading it, every person thinks about his life and feels its value.

Biography of Eduard Asadov: personal life

When the writer was wounded in the war, he was hospitalized. There he was visited by numerous fans. Six of them loved Edward and themselves offered him their hand and heart. As a result, the writer could not resist. He chose his life partner. The young people got married, but soon divorced.

Eduard Asadov did not stop and in 1961 he married a second time. They met at one of the evenings where the future wife read poetry. She was well acquainted with the writer’s work and fell in love with him. Soon they became husband and wife.

The poet's wife worked as an artist in the Moscow concert. When her husband had literary evenings, she always attended them. She liked that the public enthusiastically accepted the blind writer and was proud of her beloved.

The biography of the poet Eduard Asadov is fascinating. Thanks to it, a person will better understand the writer’s works and look at him with completely different eyes.

Titles and awards of Eduard Asadov

The writer made a huge contribution to Russian literature. The government appreciated his merits and by its decree awarded E. Asadov the Order of Friendship of Peoples. Through his creativity, Asadov strengthened interethnic cultural ties.

Eduard Asadov fought sparingly. He was devoted to his homeland, often risked his life, for which he was awarded the Orders of the Patriotic War and the Red Star, and of Sevastopol. In 1989, Asadov was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union. He is still remembered and loved to this day.

The writer's creative activity after the war

Eduard Asadov left behind a huge poetic legacy. The poet's biography and poems reveal a unique, pure world without malice and hatred. He wrote on a high note about everything: about life, nature, war and love.

In order for his creative activity to continue successfully, the hero of our article entered the Literary Institute in 1946. He graduated from his studies as an excellent student. Two years later, his poems began to appear on the pages of magazines.

The first collection was published in 1951. Then he became very popular. He gained many readers who fell in love with his soulful poems and wrote him letters of various kinds. Some people praised the poet, others asked him for advice. The writer tried to devote as much time as possible to each reader.

Now Asadov began to be invited to literary evenings so that he could delight people with his poems. Despite the fact that he became a famous person, his character did not change for the worse. Asadov remained a modest and kind person.

It was not difficult for Edward to write; he was inspired by his readers. Thanks to them, he knew that he had a goal towards which he walked with confident steps.

About the poems of Eduard Asadov

They often say about a writer: “he did not become a poet, he was born one.” This is true. Asadov wrote from the heart about what he saw, heard or read. That's why readers loved him so much. Wonderful poet Eduard Asadov. His biography and poems tell us that he is also a Man. And very few poets can convey feelings and experiences the way the writer did.

Asadov has many poems about love. In them he described his experiences and feelings. Almost every reader admires how vitally, in poetic form, he conveyed his emotions and attitude towards life. He wrote not only about sadness, but also about happy love. Therefore, anyone who reads his poems will find something of their own in them.

During the war years, the writer composed heartfelt poems about peace, anger and sadness, about girls whom soldiers would not soon see. Knowing the poet’s biography, it is easy to imagine that every word was written in creative torment. In his poems, he asked that he not be forgotten as a writer and a front-line soldier who loved his Motherland and fought for it, and even at the front composed poems in his free moments.

Poems and miniatures of the writer

Asadov composed various poems. He was no stranger to lengthy poems and very short miniatures. He found peace of mind in writing. I wrote poems in days of inspiration, when I wanted to tell a story.

I created miniatures when several interesting lines sounded in my head. In order not to forget them, he typed or wrote short poems instantly. That's why he always had a notepad and pen in his pocket.

Asadov wrote miniatures about women, nature, love and did not forget about life’s difficulties. It was about them that he wrote most.

The life of Eduard Asadov is over

The Moscow Kuntsevo Cemetery received the poet on April 21, 2004. He really asked that his heart be buried in Sevastopol on Sapun Mountain. It was there in 1944 that he accomplished a military feat.

The death of Eduard Asadov brought fans a lot of sad emotions. After all, there will be no continuation of his creative activity. Thank you for leaving behind many books that can be re-read regularly.

Many people came to bury the great poet and prose writer. Even at the cemetery they read his poems and dedicated theirs to him. After all, everyone knew that Eduard Asadov was a creative person with a kind soul and great love for the people.

He lived to be 81 years old and experienced a sometimes difficult, sometimes happy life. Before his death, he said that he did not regret anything. He walked with the black one for many years and saw nothing, but felt everything.

Conclusion

Not long ago there lived a wonderful poet, Eduard Asadov. The biography, which is impossible to tell briefly, touched the hearts of most people. They loved the poet, but did not know the main thing - that he had been blind for many years. At first I suffered from this. A little later, when he saw the meaning of life, he continued his creative activity and was even able to receive a honors diploma from the institute.

There are people who did not like the poet Eduard Asadov. The biography of the lyricist will not be interesting to them. Many writers criticized his poems and poems. They believed that his work was not worthy of attention. It’s good that there were few such critics.

The biography of Eduard Asadov will teach readers a lot. Indeed, despite his problems and tragedy, the poet did not stop, but continued to develop. This is a lesson for every person. Thanks to a writer, you can rethink yourself and understand the meaning of life. Learn, develop, no matter what. Someday your time will come to become a successful person.

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

Birth and family

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

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

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

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

Childhood

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

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

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

It was the Urals that the poet always considered his favorite place on the planet, the country of his childhood, and dedicated poems to it: “Poem about the first tenderness,” “Forest River,” “Rendezvous with Childhood.”

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

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

War

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

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

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

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

Creation

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

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

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

On May 1, 1948, the magazine “Ogonyok” was published, in which Asadov’s poems were published for the first time. It was a holiday, happy people were walking past to demonstrate, but probably no one felt greater happiness than Edward on that day.

In 1951, his first book of poems entitled “Bright Roads” was published. After this, Eduard Asadov became a member of the USSR Writers' Union. He began to travel around the Soviet Union, to big cities, small villages, meeting with his readers and talking. Much of these conversations were later reflected in his poems.

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

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

In total, about 60 collections of his poems and prose were published. It’s impossible to name the best poems of the poet Eduard Asadov, because they all touch the soul so much, penetrate so deeply into the consciousness that sometimes they change people’s outlook on life. No wonder they say: “Read Asadov’s poems, and you will see the world and life in a completely different way”.

To look at the world differently and start living for real, just read the following poems by Eduard Arkadyevich:

• “When I encounter bad things in people”;
• “I can really wait for you”;
• “Never get used to love.”

Asadov also has prose works: the story “Front-Line Spring”, the stories “Scout Sasha” and “Lightnings of War”. Eduard Arkadyevich was also involved in translations of Uzbek, Kalmyk, Bashkir, Kazakh and Georgian poets into Russian.

Personal life

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

He met his second wife at the Palace of Culture, where he was supposed to read his poems with other poets. Mosconcert artist and master of artistic expression Galina Valentinovna Razumovskaya performed with them at the concert. They talked a little and joked. And then he read his poems from the stage, and she listened backstage. Then she came up and asked permission to read his poems at her concerts. Edward didn’t mind; the artists had not yet read his poems from the stage.

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

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

Death of poet

Death overtook the poet in Odintsovo on April 21, 2004. He was buried at the Kuntsevo cemetery in Moscow. He left a will in which he asked to bury his heart in Sevastopol on Sapun Mountain, where he was seriously wounded, lost his sight, but remained alive. On Sapun Mountain there is a museum “Defense and Liberation of Sevastopol”, which has a stand dedicated to Eduard Asadov. Museum workers say that the poet’s will was not fulfilled; his relatives opposed it.

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

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

Biography

In recent years, he lived and worked in the writer’s village of DNT Krasnovidovo. Died on April 21, 2004 in Odintsovo. He was buried in Moscow at the Kuntsevo cemetery. Eduard Asadov bequeathed his heart to be buried on Sapun Mountain in Sevastopol, however, according to the testimony of museum workers on Sapun Mountain, the relatives were against it, so the poet’s will was not fulfilled.

Creative activity

Eduard Asadov is the author of 47 books: “Snowy Evening” (1956), “Soldiers Returned from the War” (1957), “In the Name of Great Love” (1962), “Lyrical 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), “Canes Venatici” "(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), “Lightnings of War” (1995), “Don’t give up, people” (1997), “Don’t give up your loved ones” (2000), “Don't pass by love. Poetry and prose" (2000), "Laughing is better than being tormented. Poetry and prose" (2001) and others. In addition, Eduard Asadov also wrote prose (stories “Lightnings of War”, “Scout Sasha”, story “Front-Line Spring”), translated poems by poets from Bashkiria, Georgia, Kalmykia, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan.

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

Asadov wrote lyrical poems, poems (including the autobiographical “Back to Order”, 1948), short stories, essays, and the story “Gogol Boulevard” (collection “Don’t you dare beat a man!”, Moscow: Slavic Dialogue, 1998). At various times he worked as a literary consultant at Literaturnaya Gazeta, the magazines Ogonyok and Molodaya Gvardiya, and at the publishing house Molodaya Gvardiya. After the collapse of the USSR, he was published in the publishing houses “Slavic Dialogue”, “Eksmo” and “Russian Book”.

Assadov has become popular since the early 1960s. His books, published in copies of 100,000, instantly disappeared from bookstore shelves. The poet's literary evenings, organized by the Propaganda Bureau of the USSR Writers' Union, Mosconcert and various philharmonic societies, were sold out for almost 40 years in the country's largest concert halls, accommodating up to 3,000 people. Their constant participant was the poet’s wife - actress, master of artistic expression Galina Razumovskaya.

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

Family

• Kurdov Ivan (Hovhannes) Galustovich is the poet’s grandfather. Zemstvo doctor. In his youth, secretary of N. G. Chernyshevsky
• Asadova Lidiya Ivanovna (1902-1984) - mother of the poet
• Razumovskaya (Asadova) Galina Valentinovna (1925-1997) - wife (artist of Mosconcert)

Awards

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

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

Memory

On Sapun Mountain in the “Defense and Liberation of Sevastopol” museum there is a stand dedicated to Eduard Asadov and his work.

Bibliography

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

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Notes

Literature

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

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

Christmastide came, and besides the ceremonial mass, except for the solemn and boring congratulations of neighbors and courtyards, except for everyone wearing new dresses, there was nothing special to commemorate Christmastide, and in the windless 20-degree frost, in the bright blinding sun during the day and in the starry winter light at night, I felt the need for some kind of commemoration of this time.
On the third day of the holiday, after lunch, all the household went to their rooms. It was the most boring time of the day. Nikolai, who went to see his neighbors in the morning, fell asleep in the sofa. The old count was resting in his office. Sonya was sitting at the round table in the living room, sketching a pattern. The Countess was laying out the cards. Nastasya Ivanovna the jester with a sad face was sitting at the window with two old women. Natasha entered the room, walked up to Sonya, looked at what she was doing, then walked up to her mother and stopped silently.
- Why are you walking around like a homeless person? - her mother told her. - What do you want?
“I need it... now, this very minute, I need it,” said Natasha, her eyes sparkling and not smiling. – The Countess raised her head and looked intently at her daughter.
- Don't look at me. Mom, don't look, I'm going to cry now.
“Sit down, sit with me,” said the countess.
- Mom, I need it. Why am I disappearing like this, mom?...” Her voice broke off, tears flowed from her eyes, and in order to hide them, she quickly turned and left the room. She went into the sofa room, stood, thought, and went to the girls' room. There, the old maid was grumbling at a young girl who had come running out of breath from the cold from the yard.
“He will play something,” said the old woman. - For all the time.
“Let her in, Kondratyevna,” said Natasha. - Go, Mavrusha, go.
And letting go of Mavrusha, Natasha went through the hall to the hallway. An old man and two young footmen were playing cards. They interrupted the game and stood up as the young lady entered. “What should I do with them?” thought Natasha. - Yes, Nikita, please go... where should I send him? - Yes, go to the yard and please bring the rooster; yes, and you, Misha, bring some oats.
- Would you like some oats? – Misha said cheerfully and willingly.
“Go, go quickly,” the old man confirmed.
- Fyodor, get me some chalk.
Passing by the buffet, she ordered the samovar to be served, although it was not the right time.
Fok's barman was the angriest man in the whole house. Natasha loved to try her power over him. He didn't believe her and went to ask if it was true?
- This young lady! - said Foka, feigning a frown at Natasha.
No one in the house sent away as many people and gave them as much work as Natasha. She could not see people indifferently, so as not to send them somewhere. She seemed to be trying to see if one of them would get angry or pout with her, but people didn’t like to carry out anyone’s orders as much as Natasha’s. “What should I do? Where should I go? Natasha thought, walking slowly down the corridor.
- Nastasya Ivanovna, what will be born from me? - she asked the jester, who was walking towards her in his short coat.
“You give rise to fleas, dragonflies, and blacksmiths,” answered the jester.
- My God, my God, it’s all the same. Oh, where should I go? What should I do with myself? “And she quickly, stamping her feet, ran up the stairs to Vogel, who lived with his wife on the top floor. Vogel had two governesses sitting at his place, and there were plates of raisins, walnuts and almonds on the table. The governesses were talking about where it was cheaper to live, in Moscow or Odessa. Natasha sat down, listened to their conversation with a serious, thoughtful face, and stood up. “The island of Madagascar,” she said. “Ma da gas kar,” she repeated each syllable clearly and, without answering m me Schoss’s questions about what she was saying, left the room. Petya, her brother, was also upstairs: he and his uncle were arranging fireworks, which they intended to set off at night. - Peter! Petka! - she shouted to him, - take me down. s - Petya ran up to her and offered her his back. She jumped on him, clasped her arms around his neck, and he ran with her, bouncing. “No, no, it’s the island of Madagascar,” she said and, jumping off, went down.
As if having walked around her kingdom, tested her power and made sure that everyone was submissive, but that it was still boring, Natasha went into the hall, took the guitar, sat down in a dark corner behind the cabinet and began plucking the strings in the bass, making a phrase that she remembered from one opera heard in St. Petersburg together with Prince Andrei. For outside listeners, something came out of her guitar that had no meaning, but in her imagination, because of these sounds, a whole series of memories were resurrected. She sat behind the cupboard, her eyes fixed on the strip of light falling from the pantry door, listened to herself and remembered. She was in a state of memory.