These words are able to touch the most delicate strings of the soul ... heartfelt poetry Edward Asadov. Bashny.Net

From his poems fall into awe even those who, in fact, do not consider themselves connoisseurs of poetry. His poems are simple, succinct, but they are able to touch a nerve. Why is that? Because poetry Asadov Determined experiences close to everyone. Today, September 7, 1923 was born Eduard Asadov - poet and novelist, whose mental poems today are full of tapes the most popular social networks. These immutable creations survived its author ...

His first work Asadov wrote in 8 years. And screw-started ... During the Second World War, the young Assad, he volunteered for the front, was seriously wounded by shrapnel in the face, because of what the blind. But the heavy blow of fate made him throw up. Being blind, the poet saw life and things are brighter, deeper and more alive than many other people.

Today poems Edward Asadov revel not only his contemporaries but also the younger generation. His sensual and soulful poetry more relevant than ever. In each of his literary works of the master refers to the best human feelings and qualities - love, kindness, loyalty, generosity and justice.

We offer you to enjoy the fine and delicate lyricism Edward Asadov. As a balm to the soul ...



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not ever get used to love!
Do not settle, no matter how tired,
To silence your nightingales
And that beautiful flowers withered. I>

And, most importantly, do not ever believe,
What if everything goes and goes.
Yes, the stars fade, but one star
On behalf of Love always, always
Must burn in the sky! I>



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How many of those with whom you can go to bed,
How little those who want to wake up ...
And in the morning, parting turn around,
And waved and smiled,
And the whole day, worrying, waiting for news. I>

How many of those with whom you can just live,
Drinking morning coffee, talking and arguing ...
Who can go to rest at sea,
And, as expected - and in joy and in sorrow
Be there ... But it is not love ... i>

How little those who want to dream!
Watch as the swarming cloud in the sky,
Write the word love on the first snow,
And to think only about the man ...
And happiness is not more and not wanting to know. I>

How few of those with whom you can be quiet,
Who understands perfectly, poluvzglyada,
This is not a pity to give year after year,
And for whom you will be able, as a reward,
Any pain, any penalty to take ... i>

That's how it weaves gimp -
It is easy to meet, without pain to part ...
This is because many of those with whom you can go to bed.
And few of those with whom you want to wake up.
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Say, you ever loved?
Tell me, in your house floated dawn?
And doves circling above his head
His most white in the world of the minuet? I>

Tell me, in your bedroom sang blizzard?
Have you read his poems to her?
And every look you were looking for another
And brother, as a cure for boredom? I>

Have you ever stood at the station,
Inhaling the scent complex trains,
And you thought that you are in the throne room
Almost suffocated by the spirits. I>

Say, you ever wept
Sobbing with happiness bitter morning?
A soul on napkins gave
Editors, zealots pen? I>

And you humbled strict pride,
Trying to overcome his way?
And you loved, so that even the name
You hurt to say out loud? I>



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How little man is still necessary!
One letter. Just something only one.
And there is no longer rain on a wet garden,
And outside the window is no longer dark ...
Rowan lit bonfires funny,
And all around the cherry-gold ...
And it does no nerves, no spleen,
And there is only with the heart joyously intoxicating!
And I am now richer than the banker.
I gave birds the sunrise and the river,
Taiga and the stars, the sea and the Pamirs.
Your letter, in which the whole world.
How many still need a man! I>

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Cherish happiness, cherish!
Notices rejoice, take
Rainbow, sunrises, stars, eyes -
It's all for you, for you, for you. I>

heard reverent word -
Rejoice. Do not ask the second.
Do not drive while. To anything.
Rejoice that's it, it! I>

... to see the beauty in the ugly,
see flooding in streams.
Who can be beautiful in everyday life,
the really happy people! i>



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I can wait for you very,
For a long time, and true-true,
And at night I can not sleep
A year, two years, and all his life, probably!
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Let the leaves of the calendar
Fly, as the foliage of the garden,
Only to know that everything is not in vain,
What it truly is necessary! I>

I can go for you
In thickets,
On sand, almost without roads,
In the mountains, in any way,
Where the hell did not happen never! I>

Everything will pass, nobody reproaching,
Shall overcome any alarms,
Only to know that everything is not in vain,
What then did not betray the road. I>

I can give for you
All that I have and will.
I can accept for you
The bitterness of the fate of evil in the world. I>

I should be considered happiness, giving
A whole world to you hourly.
Only to know that everything is not in vain,
I love you not for nothing! I>



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