Poems are not composed about military exploits or labor achievements. Poetic lines tell about a person. About his worldview and sensations. Eduard Asadov is a poet. A man of a happy and tragic fate.
Presentiment of vocation
The biography of Eduard Arkadievich Asadov is in many ways similar to the biography of people of his generation. The child was born in 1923. The international family of his parents lived then in the village of Mary, which is located in Turkestan. His father was Armenian by nationality, and his mother was Russian. The child of two cultures, two peoples, which united into a single Soviet Union, absorbed all the best from their ancestors. From childhood, he was distinguished by kindness, fairness in relations with comrades, observation and endurance.
When the boy was only six years old, his father was gone. He died of an intestinal infection. Mother, Lydia Ivanovna Kurdova, together with Eduard had to move to relatives in the Urals. Here, in unique natural conditions, a significant period of childhood passed. The local taiga, mountains and water bodies awakened creativity in the boy. Within a couple of years, he began to compose rhymed lines, describing local views and landscapes. At school, the boy did well and tried as best he could to help his mother with the housework. In 1938, Lidia Ivanovna was invited to work in Moscow.
Life in the capital, as is often the case with provincials, stunned young Edward. However, in the shortest possible time he adapted, learned how Moscow youth live and what they are interested in. Literary studios operated practically in every school. Young Asadov immediately felt himself in a comfortable environment. Yes, the first poems were subjected to uncompromising criticism from critics and rivals in the pen. However, the novice poet did not even think to retreat and accumulate resentment in his soul. He took any comments and wishes calmly.
The fate of the front-line soldier
In 1941, Asadov received a certificate of maturity and plans to continue his education at the Literary Institute. However, the war began, and the creative career had to be postponed for the time being. Like many of his friends and classmates, Edward volunteered for the front. In a combat situation, the soldier did not hide behind his backs. Over time, he rose to the rank of officer. War is hard, exhausting work. But even in such conditions, he managed to catch a poetic image and write down rhymes on a piece of paper. At the final stage of hostilities, in the spring of 1944, on the outskirts of Sevastopol, Asadov was seriously wounded. And as a result, he lost his sight.
The disfigured and psychologically depressed poet was brought back to life by the love of the people who read his poems. The naive girls who visited him in the hospital vied with each other to offer him to marry one of them. And at some point, Edward made his choice, because you need to somehow arrange your personal life. As it soon became clear, husband and wife are completely unsuitable for one another. Divorce and another mental crisis followed. At such moments, Asadov writes tough and heartfelt poems, when reading which goosebumps run down the skin. "They were students, they loved each other …"
Time heals mental wounds, mends the scars on the heart. And the moment came when an unfamiliar woman approached him and asked permission to read his poems to her from the stage. Just like an Indian movie. With this woman, Galina Razumovskaya, a poet known throughout the country for the rest of his life, for more than thirty-five years.
