Name: Eduard Asadov
Date of Birth: September 7, 1923
Date of death: April 21, 2004
Place of Birth: Merv, Turkestan ASSR
Place of death: Odintsovo, Moscow Region, Russia
Activity: Soviet poet
Family status: was married
Eduard Asadov - biography
Eduard Asadov’s poems were never in the school curriculum, and critics ruthlessly scolded the poet. However, his books instantly disappeared from the shelves of shops, and in the halls where he spoke, the apple had nowhere to fall. After all, he wrote about things understandable to every person: love, friendship, betrayal, kindness.
Narrow dusty streets, colorful noisy bazaars, white-hot rooftops. Such memories remained with little Edward about Turkmenistan, where he was born.
Eduard Asadov - childhood
Edward grew up in a loving Armenian family, but his sunny childhood did not last long. In 1929, his father died suddenly, and her mother decided to move with her 6-year-old son to Sverdlovsk closer to relatives. At the age of 8, Edward wrote his first work and persuaded his mother to give it to the drama circle of the local Palace of Pioneers. He so dreamed of becoming a great theater director! Surrounding no doubt: growing artist. Such an ardent, enthusiastic boy must certainly be on stage.
When he and his mother moved to Moscow, Edward was in seventh heaven: this is his city — a big, noisy, hectic one. He wrote new poems literally about everything that he saw around, as if fixing it for the future.
Graduation evening at school number 38 was held June 14, 1941. Edward was still hesitating which university to go to: literary or acting. To decide, there were only a few days left. But the war crossed out all plans. On the very first day, the 17-year-old poet rushed to the draft board to enlist as a volunteer, and a few days later he was already riding in the train car that was going to the front.
Eduard Asadov - front biography
Asadov fought on the most difficult lines, and in between battles continued to write poetry and read them to fellow soldiers. Much later, he will tell his critics, who reproached him with an overly idealized picture of a soldier’s life, that war is also life. And people on it also love, suffer, dream, joke.
The poet went from a mortar gunner, the famous Katyusha, to a lieutenant and a battalion of guards mortars. In early May 1944, during a bloody battle on the outskirts of Sevastopol, his battery was broken, but there were still ammunition that was very needed at the next line. Edward received an order: to deliver the surviving shells there. “A flight through death on an old truck on a sunlit road, in full view of the enemy, under continuous artillery and mortar fire, under bombardment is a feat,” wrote his commander, General Ivan Semenovich Strelbitsky, in his book “For You, people".
It was an almost impossible task. In the middle of the path, a shell fragment hit Lieutenant Asadov in the head. But, losing consciousness and bleeding, he continued on his way and drove the shells to their destination. For this feat in 1998, the poet was awarded the title Hero of the Soviet Union.
Asadov did not like to remember the war, and especially his wound. Affected by natural modesty and pain that has not abated over the years. Only in verse did he return at that difficult time.
The month between life and death. Two years of hospitals, 12 operations. When he regained consciousness and opened his eyes, then. I didn’t see anything. Asadov suffered a severe head injury and lost his sight forever. For the first time in his life, he became depressed - he did not want to live, immersed in darkness.
- How is it to die ?! Strange thoughts of such a strong and courageous person like you, ”the nurse caring for the lieutenant was sincerely indignant.
“But who needs me like that!” the wounded fighter exclaimed bitterly.
- To me! Yes, right now I'm ready to marry you!
The thought that someone else needed him breathed life into Asadov. As he later admitted, it was the love of women that saved him then. Old friends, classmates came. Asadov's cheerfulness and optimism conquered the girls. While he was in the hospital, he was offered six times a hand and a heart!
Eduard Asadov - biography of personal life
Edward couldn’t refuse one girl
The actress of the children's theater Irina Viktorova became his first love and wife. But family life did not work out. It soon became clear that for Irina, love for Asadov was more of a hobby than a real feeling. And so she was not ready to devote her life to a blind poet, in need of constant support. A few years later, the couple divorced.
As time went. Asadov continued to write poetry - for himself, to the table, without publishing them anywhere. And in spite of everything, these verses were bright. The poet passionately wanted to share his love for life, but. He was stopped by doubt in his mission, talent.
Asadov needed to hear the opinion of a professional, whom he found in the person of Korney Chukovsky. The poet sent him some of his poems and waited. In the reply letter, only the surname and name of Eduard Asadov remained intact comments of Chukovsky. The writer criticized every line, but in the end he made an unexpected conclusion: ". however, in spite of everything said above, with full responsibility I can say that you are a true poet. For you have that genuine poetic breath, which is inherent only to the poet! Wish you success. K. Chukovsky ".
Inspired Asadov entered the Gorky Literary Institute and graduated with honors. After the publication of the very first collection of poems, "Bright Roads," incredible success came to him. Asadov was accepted into the Writers' Union, publishers vied to publish his collections, literary evenings took place in a full room. "Poems about the red mongrel" knew every second resident of the Country of Soviets. Thousands of letters came from grateful readers.
That day there was a full house in the Palace of Culture of Moscow State University on Stromynka. Eduard Asadov, among other invited poets, was preparing to enter the stage when a young woman who introduced herself as an artist of the Mosconcert approached them. She asked to let her go forward in order to catch a plane. This insignificant, at first glance, meeting was deposited in Asadov’s heart. He sent the artist his poems, then they met, began to perform together - and soon got married.
So Galina Razumovskaya, which the poet never saw, became his life friend for the long 36 years. They practically did not part: Galina accompanied Asadov everywhere. He didn’t even have a wand, since they always went by the arm. The wife ruled completely the verses that Asadov printed independently on a typewriter. In the evenings, I read books aloud to him for hours, and at age 60 I learned to drive a car so that it would be easier for my husband to move around the city.
The 1990s became a difficult test for Eduard Arkadevich. As a poet, he was unclaimed, his wife died, friends disappeared. To give up and just live your life? No, giving up is not in the character of the former front-line soldier. He continued to write to the table and believed that someday they would still remember him and his poems would be read again by millions. And so it happened: Asadov has not been with us for more than 10 years, but his poems about simple human feelings still warm hearts.
The childhood and family of Eduard Asadov
In a family of teachers in the town of Mary (until 1937 - Merv) a boy was born, who was named Edward. These were difficult years of the civil war. His father, among many, fought. In 1929, his father died, and his mother with a six-year-old Eduard left for her relatives in Sverdlovsk. The boy went to school there, was a pioneer, and in high school he became a Komsomol member. He wrote his first poems at the age of eight.
In 1938, a mother who was a teacher from God was invited to work in the capital. The last classes Edward studied at a Moscow school, which he graduated in 1941. He faced a choice of where to go to study - at a literary institute or at a theater. But all the plans were violated by the outbreak of war.
Birth and family
Now there is the city of Mary in Turkmenistan, and almost 100 years ago it was called Mevr. It was in this place that on September 7, 1923, a boy appeared in the Asadov family, whom his parents named Edward.
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 Tomsk Institute of Technology, but almost never worked in his specialty. After the revolution in Altai, he was an investigator of the lips of the Cheka. In the civil war he fought in the Caucasus with the Dashnaks, where he rose to the rank of commissar of a rifle regiment and commander of a rifle company. The poet’s mother, Kurdova Lidia Ivanovna, 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” (later the poet came up with such a nickname). Ivan Kalustovich Kurdov, also an ethnic Armenian, lived in Astrakhan at the end of the 19th century and worked as secretary-scribe for N. G. Chernyshevsky. The great Russian thinker advised the young man to enter Kazan University. There Kurdov met with Vladimir Ulyanov and also became a member of the revolutionary student movement. Later, he studied at the university at the Faculty of Natural Sciences and worked as a zemstvo doctor in the Urals.
It was grandfather Ivan Kalustovich, an extraordinary and deep man, who had a strong influence on the worldview of his grandson, the future poet Eduard Asadov.
How did Eduard Asadov go blind?
In 1943, Eduard was already a lieutenant and fell on the Ukrainian front, after a while he became a battalion commander. The battle of Sevastopol, which took place in May 1944, became fatal for Edward. His battery was completely destroyed during the battle, but there was a reserve of ammunition. The desperate and courageous Asadov decided to take these ammunition by car to the neighboring part. I had to drive in an open and well-shelled area. The act of Edward could be called reckless, however, thanks to the courage of the young man and the stock of ammunition, a turning point in the battle became possible. But for Asadov, this act became fatal.
A shell bursting near the car mortally wounded him, a fragment of the skull was demolished. As the doctors later said, he was supposed to die a few minutes after being wounded. Wounded Asadov managed to deliver ammunition and only then lost consciousness for a long time.
Eduard had to change hospitals many times, he underwent several operations, in the end, he ended up in a Moscow hospital. There he heard the final verdict, the doctors informed him that he would never see Edward again. It was a tragedy for the purposeful and full life of a young man.
As the poet later recalled, at that time he did not want to live, he did not see the goal. But as time went on, he continued to write and decided to live in the name of love and poetry, which he composed for people.
Edward's earliest childhood memories were narrow and dusty Central Asian streets, colorful and very noisy bazaars, bright sun, orange fruits and golden sand. It was all in Turkmenistan.
When the boy was only 6 years old, his father died. He left at a young age, the man was a little over 30 years old. A person who survived a revolution, war, battle, died of bowel obstruction. Mom after the tragedy could not stay with her young son in the place where her beloved husband died. They moved to his grandfather in the Urals, in the city of Sverdlovsk.
In the Urals, and passed all the childhood years of the future poet. In Sverdlovsk, they went with their mother to first grade: she is to teach, and Edik to study. When the boy was 8 years old, he composed his first poems. Then he was accepted into the pioneers, and then to the Komsomol. He disappeared in the Palace of Pioneers in the classroom drama circle. And with the boys, they went to the factory to see how people work there. The boy was deeply touched then by the kind smiles and warmth of the workers, the beauty of the human labor seen.
It was the Urals that the poet always considered to be his favorite place on the planet, the country of his childhood, and dedicated poems to him: “A Poem on First Tenderness”, “Forest River”, and “A Date with Childhood”.
Mom was an excellent teacher, and in 1938 she was invited to work in Moscow. He and Edik moved to the capital of the USSR. After calm Sverdlovsk, Moscow immediately seemed huge, hasty and very noisy. Here the young man plunged headlong into poetry, circles and debates.
When it was time to graduate, he was at a loss - which institute to choose, literary or theatrical. But the war decided everything for the guy.
June 14, 1941 at the Moscow school where Eduard studied, the graduation party died. 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 Komsomol district committee with another piece of paper, where he stated his request to volunteer him to the front. In the evening he was in the district committee, and the next morning he was already riding in the military echelon.
First, he was sent to Moscow, where the formation of the first divisions of the famous guards mortars took place. Then he came to Leningrad, where he served as a gunner of a wonderful and formidable weapon of the Katyusha mortar. Then, in the rank of officer, he commanded a battery of the 4th Ukrainian and North Caucasian fronts. He fought well, every day he dreamed of victory, and in the rare intervals between military operations he wrote poetry.
In late spring 1944, Edward was seriously wounded in a battle near Sevastopol. He drove a truck with ammunition, a shell exploded nearby, a splinter hit his face, almost half of his skull was fragmented. God only knows how, with such a wound, a young man managed to take the car to its destination.
Then a series of hospitals and operations followed. For twenty-six days, doctors fought for a young life. When consciousness returned to him for a moment, he dictated a couple of words to write to his mother. Then he again fell into an unconscious state. They saved his life, but could not protect 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.
Even in hospitals after being wounded, Eduard Asadov wrote poetry again. It was poetry that became for him the purpose for which the young man decided to live in all deaths in spite, after the terrible sentence of the doctors that he would never see the sunlight again.
He wrote about people and animals, about peace and war, about love and kindness, about nature and life.
In 1946, Eduard became a student at the Literary Institute, who graduated in 1951 and received a red diploma. While studying at the institute, they announced a competition among students for the best poem, Asadov took part and became a winner.
On May 1, 1948, the magazine Ogonyok was published, in which Asadov’s poems were first published. It was a festive day, happy people walked by at the demonstration, but probably no one was happier than Edward that day.
In 1951, he saw the light of his first book of poems, entitled "Bright Roads." After that, Eduard Asadov became a member of the Union of Writers of the USSR. He began to travel around the Soviet Union, to big cities, small villages, met with his readers, talked. Many of these conversations were later reflected in his poems.
His popularity grew, and readers filled up the poet with letters, people wrote about their problems and joys, and he drew ideas from new lines for new verses. Fame did not affect the character of Asadov, he remained a modest and kind person until the end of his life. Most of all in life he believed in good.
His collections of poems came out in runs of 100 thousand and were instantly sold out from the shelves of bookstores.
In total, about 60 collections of poetry and prose were published.It will not work to name the best poems of the poet Eduard Asadov, because they all touch the soul so much, penetrate the consciousness so deeply that sometimes they change people's outlook on life. No wonder they say: “Read Asadov’s poems, and you will see the world and life in a completely different way”.
To look at the world in a different way and start living for real, just read such poems by Eduard Arkadevich:
- “When I see evil in people,”
- "Poems about the red mongrel",
- “I can really wait for you”
- "Never get used to love."
Asadov also has prose works: the novel “Front Spring”, the stories “Scout Sasha” and “The Sarnits of War”. Eduard Arkadievich was also engaged in translations of Uzbek, Kalmyk, Bashkir, Kazakh and Georgian poets into Russian.
The first time the poet married a girl whom he met in the hospital. This was an artist of the Central Children's Theater, Irina Viktorovna, but family life did not go well, and soon they parted.
He met his second wife at the Palace of Culture, where he had to read his poems with other poets. Together with them, the concert was performed by the artist of the Moskontsert, master of the artistic word Galina Valentinovna Razumovskaya. They talked a bit, joked. And then he read his poems from the stage, and she listened backstage. After she came up and asked permission to read his poems at her concerts. Edward was not opposed, the artists have not yet read his poems from the stage.
So began their acquaintance, which grew into a strong friendship. And then the strongest feeling came - love, the only one that people wait sometimes very long. This happened in 1961, they were both about 40 years old.
For 36 years they were together at home and at work. We traveled with programs throughout the country, she helped him to 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 shoulder, which you can lean on at any moment. In 1997, Galina died suddenly, within half an hour from a heart attack. Eduard Arkadievich survived his wife for 7 years.
Death of poet
Death overtook the poet in Odintsovo on April 21, 2004. He was buried at the Kuntsevsky cemetery in Moscow. He left a will in which he asked his heart to be buried in Sevastopol on Sapun Mountain, where he was seriously wounded, lost his eyesight, but remained alive. On the Sapun-mountain there is a museum “Protection and Liberation of Sevastopol”, in which there is a stand dedicated to Eduard Asadov. Museum workers say that the will of the poet was not fulfilled, his relatives opposed this.
His poems were never in the school curriculum in literature, but thousands of Soviet people knew them by heart. Because all the poetry of Eduard Arkadyevich 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 thing that is in human life - the Motherland, love, devotion, tenderness, friendship. His poetry did not become a literary classic, it became a folk classic.
Born in the city of Mary of the Turkestan ASSR in an Armenian family. Parents worked as teachers. Father Artashes Grigorievich Asadyants (1898-1929) was born in Nagorno-Karabakh, studied at the Tomsk Institute of Technology, a member of the AKP. On November 9, 1918 he was arrested in Altai, released on December 10, 1919 by a group of P. Kantselsky. He came out of prison as a Bolshevik, worked as an investigator of the Altai gubernial committee. With his future wife Lydia Ivanovna Kurdova (1902-1984) met in Barnaul. In 1921 he went to the Caucasus, fought with the Dashnaks - commissar of the rifle regiment, commander of the rifle company. Since 1923 - a teacher in the city of Mary (Turkmenistan).
After the death of his father in 1929, Eduard Asadov moved with his mother to Sverdlovsk, where his grandfather lived - doctor Ivan Kalustovich Kurdov (1867-1938), a graduate of Kazan University, the organizer of the sanitary and epidemiological case and medical and preventive care in the Urals. Uncle - artist Valentin Ivanovich Kurdov.
At the age of eight, he wrote his first poem. Joined the pioneers, then was admitted to the Komsomol. Since 1939 he lived in Moscow on Prechistenka, in Isakov's former apartment building. He studied at the 38th Moscow school, which he graduated in 1941. A week after graduation, the Great Patriotic War began. Asadov volunteered for the front, was a mortar gunner, then an assistant to the Katyush battery commander on the North Caucasian and 4th Ukrainian fronts. He fought on the Leningrad Front.
On the night of May 3–4, 1944, in the battles for Sevastopol near Belbek, he was seriously wounded by a shell fragment in the face. Losing consciousness, he brought the truck with ammunition to an artillery battery. For this feat of the guard, Lieutenant Asadov was awarded the Order of the Red Star. Continued treatment in hospitals followed. Doctors saved his life, but could not save his vision, and from that time on, Asadov was forced to wear a black “half mask” on his face until the end of his life.
The poet then recalled these tragic days:
|... What happened afterwards? And then there was a hospital and twenty-six days of struggle between life and death. “To be or not to be?” - in the most literal sense of the word. When consciousness came, he dictated a postcard to his mother two or three words, trying to avoid disturbing words. When consciousness passed, he raved.|
It was bad, but youth and life still won. However, the hospital was not with me alone, but with a whole clip. From Momashaev I was transported to Saki, then to Simferopol, then to Kislovodsk to the hospital named after the Decade of October (now there is a sanatorium), well, and from there to Moscow. Moving, scalpels of surgeons, dressings. And the most difficult thing is the doctors ’verdict:“ Everything will be ahead. Everything except the light. ” This was something I had to accept, endure and comprehend, to solve the question myself: "To be or not to be?" And after many sleepless nights, having weighed everything and answered: “Yes!” - set yourself the biggest and most important goal for yourself and go towards it, without giving up.
I will never forget this on May 1, 1948. And the one I was so happy when I kept the issue of the magazine “Spark” bought near the House of Scientists, in which my poems were printed. That's it, my poems, not someone else's! Festive demonstrators walked past me with songs, and I was probably more festive than everyone in Moscow!
When I see bad things in people
I try to believe for a long time,
What is most likely - pretense,
That this is an accident, and I am mistaken.
In 1946 he entered the A.M. Gorky Literary Institute, which he graduated with honors in 1951. In the same year he published the first collection of poems "Bright Road" and was admitted to the CPSU and the Writers' Union.
In recent years, he lived and worked in the writing village of DNT Krasnovidovo.
Eduard Asadov died on April 21, 2004 in Odintsovo, at the 81st year of his life. He was buried in Moscow at the Kuntsevo cemetery. The poet bequeathed to bury his heart on Sapun Mountain in Sevastopol. However, according to the testimony of museum workers on Sapun Mountain, relatives were against it, so Asadov’s testament was not fulfilled.
Eduard Asadov - author of 47 books: “Snowy Evening” (1956), “Soldiers Returned from the War” (1957), “In the Name of Great Love” (1962), “Lyric Pages” (1962), “I Love Forever” (1965 ), “Be happy, dreamers” (1966), “Island of Romance” (1969), “Kindness” (1972), “Song of Silent Friends” (1974), “Winds of Restless Years” (1975), “Constellation of the Hounds of Dogs "(1976)," Years of courage and love "(1978)," Compass of happiness "(1979)," In the name of conscience "(1980)," Smoke of the Fatherland "(1983)," I fight, believe, love! "(1983) , “High Debt” (1986), “Fates and Hearts” (1990), “Zarnitsy of War” (1995), “Do Not Give Up, People” (1997), “N don’t have to give loved ones ”(2000),“ Do not pass by love. Poetry and Prose ”(2000),“ Laughing is better than tormenting. Poetry and prose ”(2001) and others. In addition, Eduard Asadov wrote prose (short stories “The Sarnitsa of War”, “Scout Sasha”, the novel “Front Spring”), translated poems by poets from Bashkiria, Georgia, Kalmykia, Kazakhstan, and Uzbekistan.
Russia did not start with a sword,
She 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 lyric poems, poems (including the autobiographical “Back in Operation”, 1948), short stories, essays, and the novel “Gogolevsky Boulevard” (collection “Don't Dare to Hit a Man!”, Moscow: Slavic Dialogue, 1998). At various times, he worked as a literary consultant in Literaturnaya Gazeta, the Ogonyok and Molodaya Gvardiya magazines, and at the Molodaya Gvardiya publishing house. After the collapse of the USSR, it was published in the publishing houses Slavic Dialogue, Eksmo, and Russian Book.
The poet has become popular since the early 1960s. His books, published in 100,000 copies, instantly disappeared from the shelves of bookstores. The poet’s literary evenings organized by the Propaganda Bureau of the Union of Writers of the USSR, the Moskontsert and various philharmonic societies for almost 40 years were held full-time in the largest concert halls of the country, accommodating up to 3,000 people. Their constant participant was the poet's wife - actress, master of the artistic word Galina Razumovskaya.
Eduard Asadov in his poems addressed the best human qualities - kindness, fidelity, nobility, generosity, patriotism, justice. He often devoted poetry to young people, trying to pass on the accumulated experience to a new generation.
- The first wife is the artist of the Central Children's Theater, Irina Viktorova (one of the girls who visited the poet in the hospital). She helped the poet to get a higher education by reading textbooks aloud, while she studied herself. After graduating from the university, I got into the children's edition of the All-Union Radio for distribution.
- The son from his first marriage - Arkady (born 1955), lives in Moscow.
- The second wife is Galina Valentinovna Razumovskaya (1925-1997), artist of the Moskontsert, master of art.
- Order "For Merit to the Fatherland" IV degree (February 7, 2004) - for great merits in the development of domestic literature
- Order of Honor (September 7, 1998) - for his great contribution to domestic literature
- Order of Friendship of Peoples (October 20, 1993) - for merits in the development of domestic literature and the strengthening of interethnic cultural ties
- Order of the Patriotic War I degree (March 11, 1985)
- Order of the Red Star (February 1, 1945)
- Two orders of the Badge of Honor (October 28, 1967, September 18, 1973)
- Medal "For the Defense of Leningrad"
- Medal "For the Defense of Sevastopol"
- Medal "For the victory over Germany in the Great Patriotic War of 1941-1945."
- Honorary Citizen of Sevastopol (1989)
On November 18, 1998, by the decree of the so-called Permanent Presidium of the Congress of People's Deputies of the USSR, Eduard Asadov was awarded the title "Hero of the Soviet Union" with the award of the Order of Lenin.
- Eduard Asadov. Do not give your loved ones: poems. - Moscow, Eksmo. 384 c., Ill., 2009 .-- ISBN 978-5-699-16799-9.
- Eduard Asadov. What is happiness: Poems. The Golden Series of Poetry. - Moscow, Eksmo. 416 c., Ill., 2008 .-- ISBN 978-5-699-16801-9.
Asadov E. Interview in your own heart. Autobiography. M .: Eksmo, 2008. ISBN 978-5-699-28020-9
- 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 poems are smiling. - Eksmo, 2004 .-- ISBN 5-699-06268-8.
- The road to the 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. - The Young Guard, 1963.
Edward was appointed to the calculation of the guns, which later became known to the whole world as the legendary Katyusha. The poet fought near Moscow and Leningrad, on the Volkhov, North Caucasus, Leningrad fronts. The young military man showed remarkable courage and courage, went from a gunner to a battalion of guards mortars.
In between fights and shelling, the poet continued to write. He composed and immediately read poetry to the soldiers about war, love, hope, sadness, and his colleagues asked for more. In one of his works, Asadov describes such a moment. Critics of the poet’s work have repeatedly condemned him for idealizing the life of soldiers, they were not aware that even in mud, blood and pain, a person can dream of love, dream in peaceful paintings, remember his family, children, his beloved girl.
Once again, the life and hopes of the young poet were crossed out by the war. In 1944, on the outskirts of Sevastopol, the battery where Asadov served was broken, and all his fellow soldiers died. In such an environment, Edward made a heroic decision, leaving him almost no chance of survival. He loaded the remaining ammunition into an old truck and began to break through to a nearby battle line, where shells were vital. He managed to bring the car under mortar fire and continuous shelling, but on the way he was terribly wounded by a shell fragment in the head.
This was followed by endless hospitals and doctors, shrug. Despite Asadov’s twelve operations, his head injury was so serious that no one hoped that the hero would survive. However, Edward survived. He survived, but lost his sight forever. This fact plunged the poet into a deep depression, he did not understand how and why he should live now, who needs a blind and helpless young man.
Eduard Asadov and Irina Viktorova
According to the memoirs of Asadov himself, his love of women saved him. It turned out that his poems were widely known outside his military unit, they were not on the lists, and these hand-written leaflets were read by people, girls, women, men and old people. It was in the hospital that the poet found out that he was famous, that he had many fans. Girls regularly visited their idol, and at least six of them were ready to marry a hero poet.
Asadov could not resist one of them. It was Irina Viktorova, an artist of the children's theater, she became the first wife of the poet. Unfortunately, this marriage was not lasting, the love that Ira seemed to have for Edward turned out to be a hobby, and the couple soon broke up.
Eduard Asadov today
More than one generation of people has grown up on the verses of Eduard Asadov, it is not surprising that he is still loved, remembered and read out by his works. The writer and poet passed away, but left behind a gigantic cultural heritage. Asadov is the author of almost fifty books and collections of poems. He published in magazines, wrote not only poems, but also poems, essays, short stories, and novels.
Grave of Eduard Asadov
The works of Eduard Asadov in the 60s of the last century came out in hundreds of thousands of copies, but interest in his books did not fade with the collapse of the USSR. The writer continued to collaborate with various publishers, and today, in 2016 and 2017, his collections are reprinted and sold out. Several audio books with poetry poems were published, and many works, essays, and dissertations were written about his work and life. Poems of the poet live in the hearts of people after his death, which means that he himself is alive.
Let not you be the cause
That spat and harsh words.
Get up a quarrel, be a man!
This is still your love.
See beauty in ugly
See the spills of rivers in streams!
Who knows how to be happy on weekdays,
He really is a happy person!
To love is first of all to give.
To love means your feelings, like a river,
With spring generosity to splash
To the joy of a loved one.
How easy it is to offend a person!
He took and threw the phrase angrier pepper.
And then sometimes a century is not enough
To return the offended heart.
Is a bird a good or a bad one?
She is destined to fly.
But man doesn’t do that.
It’s not enough to be born a man,
They still need to become.
Well, who does not know that a woman with her tender soul
One hundred thousand sins will sometimes forgive you!
But inattention does not forgive.
How many people you can go to bed with.
This is how this gimp winds -
Easy to meet, part without pain
That's because there are many with whom you can go to bed.
This is because there are few who want to wake up with.
Poems by Eduard Asadov after the war
Edward began to write a lot. These were poems about life, about love, about animals, about nature and about war. Asadov in 1946 became a student at the Literary Institute, which he could graduate with honors. Two years later, one of the issues of The Twinkle came out with printed poems by a young poet. This day Eduard Arkadievich recalled as one of the happiest for himself.
In 1951, the poet published the first collection of poems. He was becoming famous. By this time, Asadov was already a member of the Writers' Union. His popularity grew, and with it the number of letters he received from readers grew.
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. Readers sold out books published almost instantly. Almost everyone knew him.
Asadov drew inspiration for further work from letters from his readers and notes that he received during literary meetings. The human stories told in them laid the foundation for his new works.
Eduard Arkadevich released about sixty collections of poetry. The writer always had a heightened sense of justice. In his poems one can feel the truth of life and the uniqueness of intonations.
The main theme of his work is Homeland, courage and loyalty. Asadov was a life-affirming poet, in whose works a charge of love for life was felt. Poems have been translated into many languages - Tatar, Ukrainian, Estonian and Armenian, etc.