Quotes from Eduard Asadov

Poems by Eduard Asadov ← complete list of the poet’s poems.

Don't let your feelings fizzle out, Never get used to happiness.
Sometimes loving our children slavishly, We turn them into our tormentors. When parents love themselves, then children pray for their parents.
O my generation! We walked with you for the sake of the happiness of the earth through smoke and troubles, spots of scarlet dawn on the dry land, like a memory of the heavy price of victory.
No, friends are not where they toast each other at the table. Friendship is where they cover their shoulders, Where they are the last to share the ruble, And help out in any adversity.
I can wait for you very much, For a long, long time and truly, truly, And I can stay awake at night for a year, or two, and my whole life, probably!
If you and your loved one are in a quarrel, And the longing for her is hot, This is also not grief, Don’t rush, don’t lash out.
How easy it is to offend someone! He took and threw a phrase more angrily than pepper... And then sometimes a century is not enough to return an offended heart...
Strong and weak, how are they distinguished? I think it’s probably like this: The strong conquer their vices, the weak serve them faithfully!
Try to determine the logical point in the human mind: We laugh, as a rule, in company, But we suffer more often alone.
If your friend in a verbal dispute could cause offense to you, It’s bitter, but it’s not grief, You still forgive him later.
Although in the field of knowledge the criteria are unsteady, But we can figure out something: A fool defends his mistakes, But a smart man knows how to admit to them...
Don't hug whoever you have to, Not everything is good that comes easy!
Victory Day! He froze on the ships, He threw up an eternal flame over the eternal bowl, He rumbles and beats in human hearts, Scorches us with song, rings in poetry, Blazes with posters and flowers.
Deep! With all my heart! Until the end of the century I love only one person on earth! He is beautiful! and I will modestly say without hiding - This best of the best is, of course, ME!
Oh, how brief is the moment of earthly transformation: At a late hour behind the village threshing floor, a girl’s cry is heard from the bushes, Soon becoming a woman’s...
There are so many people you can go to bed with, How few people you want to wake up with...
So as not to suffer from lies in icy melancholy, you speak to the liar in his language. Don't be embarrassed, tie any knots. Let him experience the results of lies for himself!
Be kind, don't be angry, have patience. Remember: not only your mood depends on your bright smiles, but a thousand times the mood of others.
What is the difference between smart and stupid? You can see the difference between them a mile away: A smart person tries to learn all his life, a stupid person is always teaching everyone.
- You do not love me! - said the wife. The husband whistled in response: “Here you go!” If I’ve been putting up with your character for so many years... You can be calm, I love you like hell!!!
Youth craves this and that, Youth needs the whole world forever, And maturity needs most of all one single person...
Just where the heat of the heart flared up, The truth of the mirrors ends at once!
Always enjoy every day. Anyone, as soon as a splash of light! Because you never know, Which of them will be the last in life...
I can’t love half, The world is big, but there is only one man in it. There are no more men on earth.
But my honor is stubborn, like armor. And never, either openly or accidentally, No one dares to offend me, Neither with a secret gesture nor with a secret deed.
Consisting entirely of petty grievances, he grumbled angrily, captiously and a lot. They say he grumbles even in the grave, But this is not heard, thank God!
Yes, there are different hearts in the world. But happy is the one, I won’t hide it, Who got exactly this: at any time, Good and evil, reliable forever and to the end!
He couldn't take anything with him. But the sight of wealth worried him so much. That he, having offended God himself, lived for three more years out of greed.
Hatred, no matter how strong it is at times, is not the strongest thing in the world!
He ate so much that it’s hard to even count, And he brought himself to death with greed, However, he will eat in hell, So beware, devils!
He held a major post in the service and walked his path with righteous thoughts. He was honest. He did not admit lies and never took bribes in his life, at least in small amounts.
Love is not a momentary intoxication.
When they talk to me about beauty, enthusiastically, and sometimes in love, for some reason, while listening, I involuntarily think about you.
No, friends are not where they toast each other at the table. Friendship is where they cover their shoulders, Where they are the last to share the ruble, And help out in any adversity.
He lied from birth without blinking an eye, Winter and summer for many years. But suddenly he told the truth. And then He himself was so shocked that he died immediately.
I dream of believing in God so much And I still cherish hope.
When I encounter bad things in people, For a long time I try to believe that this is most likely feigned, that this is an accident. And I'm wrong.
She could scream at everyone all day. But if only she knew that death was just around the corner, so that she could do more evil, she would still quarrel at night.
They think like this: freedom is freedom!
The fish spoils from the head. This truth is wise and simple. But don’t be too quick to joke. Alas, Although the fish spoils from the head, it is cleaned from the tail.
He was greedy, even though he could buy half the kingdom. But somehow he caught a cold in the heat of the moment and died, rejoicing that he had deceived the doctor and did not buy a single medicine.
Russia did not begin with a sword, It began with a scythe and a plow. Not because the blood is not hot, but because malice has never touched a Russian shoulder in my life.
A woman is full of qualities: Cunning, love, beauty, fun. A woman is essentially the same as wine: It’s good to drink. The hangover is bad.
He was so able to decompose with his soul that at the hour when the last deadline arrived, his body crumbled into powder, thereby saving his loved ones on cremation.
Rush with anger from all scum, Confirming to yourself with faith again and again, That only one, but love is more expensive than a thousand pathetic connections!
He was a bachelor all his life and knew a lot of adversity. But he didn’t die a fool, and that was comforting.
She was a cheerful mess. For all men, a wife of a minute. And only from now on, oddly enough, She will sleep alone for the first time.
Whether a bird is born good or bad, it is still destined to fly. The same will not happen to a person, it’s not enough to be born a person, you still have to become one.
If love leaves, even howl, but remain proud. Live and be a human being, and don’t crawl like a snake!
But don’t give up on one thing, go for a break, for separation, just don’t forgive meanness and don’t forgive betrayal to anyone: neither your beloved nor your friend!
He swore in his feelings sometimes to the point of tears, and he was an unrivaled master of lies. But once at a meeting he spoke the truth and died of fright, shocked.
Whoever knows how to be happy in everyday life is truly a happy person!
Have you humbled your strict pride, Trying to overcome your ways? Have you loved so much that it was painful for you to even say your name out loud?
- Tell me, do you have any tenderness today? - Yes, with the addition of the warmest words.
There are no coincidences: people are given to us either as an example of correct life, or as a warning.
After all, the body may be of a mongrel, But the heart is of the purest breed!
We heard the trembling word - Rejoice. Don't ask for a second one.
Words... Are we in a hurry with them somewhere? How to simply say “I love you!”, for example. It only takes a second to do this, but a whole life to justify it.
And people learned, warmed by the newness, No matter what instinct leaped in the blood, That one kiss with love is More expensive than a thousand without love!
You don’t even know what kind of song you are, And you don’t even know how happy you are!
And even if asked a hundred times, I will stubbornly say a hundred times: That there is no abandoned woman, There is simply one who has not yet been found.
And so, when your beloved cries, You can’t hold back your happy tears, Then you will find out for yourself what it means - To say a word to a woman with love!
All crushes are nonsense. This is serious friendship - yes!
I can't live without you, no! - Why do they talk and lie so often? After all, having heard a murderous answer, No one dies. Everyone lives!
If fate presses you, people differ in their actions: The strong fight in misfortune, the weak drink in misfortune.
This often happens in the world: In a quarrel, good things are forgotten.
Never get used to love, Trading happiness for habits, Like a fire for tiny matches, Don’t waste your time on trifles, but live fiercely!
How important it is in life, remembering your desires, not to forget your opportunities.
No matter how the passions boil around you, Remember: so as not to commit stupidity, Happy is not the one who saw happiness, But the one who was able to appreciate it!
I hate all sorts of bores and whiners, Poisoning joy year after year, Irritated and whiny and eternal critics of Our sometimes most insignificant adversities!

# Quotes from Russian poets

Poems by Eduard Asadov about life

When I hear about firm friendship, About a courageous and modest heart, I imagine not a proud profile, Not a sail of disaster in a whirlwind of a storm, -

I just see one window In the patterns of dust or frost And the frail reddish Leshka - the maintenance boy from the "Red Rose" ...

House two on Zubovsky Proezd stood without moldings or magnificent facades, And for the sake of the fact that student Asadov lived in it, the building manager did not whitewash the entrances.

Well, the student is a small fry. The god of housing was not mistaken here. But for the puny red-haired Leshka, I would probably try!

Under the very roof, above us all, lived a pilot with a difficult fate, with paralyzed legs, in love with the sky and pigeons.

They were dearer to him than bread, most likely because they were connected between him and the sky and brought him the blue of heights.

And in the house opposite, window to window, Between his aunt and a pile of fishing gear lived his friend - freckled Leshka, Blushing from ear to ear in front of the girls.

And those on the “Rose” are smart people. Sometimes they will surround him in the canteen: “Alyoshka, why are you still unmarried?” - He will immediately burst into flames like a sunset and blurt out: - I’m afraid I’m still... young...

Jokes are like jokes, and a guy is like a guy, Pass by - and you will never remember. And yet, how grateful I am to him For something bright forever!

Every morning before work, he ran to his friend’s floor, entered and jokingly saluted the pilot: “The elevator is ready.” Please breathe on the beach!..

But there was no elevator in the building. This is where the whole problem was hidden. Only “cheerful youth” ran up the stairs, Easily, “like clockwork,” back and forth...

And the pilot simply said: Try to get to the gate in the park! But the elevator showed up. Do not be afraid. Here he is! Aleshkina's shoulders and back!

And stop with the stupid thanks and sighs with awkwardness in half! Friendship does not tolerate sentimentality, But you, rushing to work, at least, It would be better not to stomp on the flowers!

So, the “elevator” has arrived! And so, walking Slowly in the morning silence, Holding the railing, he counts the steps: One - second, one - second, Leshka with a friend on his back...

One hundred and twenty steps. Five floors. This is clear to any of us. You have probably walked this route more than once, both with and without guests.

When, with luggage of any kind No more than a pound and then only once, It happens to us to go up to the house sometimes - We almost send the world to hell.

And here is a man, and here - every day, Both in the heat and in the cold: “Come on, hold on!” One hundred and twenty steps as difficult as battle! One hundred twenty - up and one hundred twenty - down!

He will carry a friend out, sit him down in the park, playfully wrap him up warm, pull the pigeons out of the cage: - That’s it! If anything, send a “courier”!

“Courier” is one of the guys. Almost immediately, the factory announces: “Alyosha, Mokhnach has arrived back!” - Alyosha, hurry up! The storm is starting!

And he knows everything himself. By instinct. “Thank you, snub-nosed, you’re just a genius!” And the cloud won’t rain yet, And he’s in the yard: “Aren’t you cold?” Let's go! - And again: steps, steps, steps...

Sweat pouring out... The railings are sliding like snakes... On the third one, stand for a little while, resting. - Alyoshka, stop it! - Sit, don’t strain!.. - And again the steps are like boundaries: One is the second, one is the second...

And so not just a day and not just a month, So years and years: not three, not five, It’s hard to even count - With me there are only ten. And after how long?!

Friendship, as you can see, knows no boundaries, Heels still click stubbornly. Steps, steps, steps, steps... One is the second, one is the second...

Oh, if suddenly a fairytale hand would fold them all at once, then this staircase would surely reach its top into the clouds, almost invisible to the eye.

And there, in the heights of space (Imagine just a little), With the satellite tracks on a par, I would stand with a friend on my back. Good guy Alyoshka!

Even if they didn’t give him flowers And even if they didn’t write about him in the newspaper, Yes, he doesn’t expect grateful words, He’s just ready to help, If you feel bad in the world.

And if I hear about firm friendship, About a courageous and modest heart, I imagine not a proud profile, Not a sail of disaster in a whirlwind of a storm, -

I just see one window In the patterns of dust or frost And the reddish, puny Leshka, A simple serviceman from the “Red Rose”...

Asadov

My friend, sternly knitting his eyebrow and draining his glass of Tsimlyansky, When they started talking about love, With an edifying grin, he said: “I have little respect for romantics. Sorry! And women's love is a complete deception. I met a lot of women on the way and, as they say, drunk for a hundred years! Do not believe? Are you smiling? Well! Let's think straight, even now: Where is the truth hidden here, where is the lie? And what is the reliability of these lovely eyes?! So you still believe in pure love. It’s as if all the truth and light is in it. And I said and repeat again: That there are no selfless feelings in the world! Imagine that you suddenly went broke in the world! Now tell me: to start life from scratch, Who will need you without an apartment, Or without a dacha, or without a ruble?! Life everywhere is even very difficult. And the ladies need everything without further ado! And answer: where is she “saint”, “Big and beautiful love?!!” If you meet in order to follow ideals, be it with a young woman, or not with a young woman, but each one will immediately begin to find out: What is your soul, my dear? Forgive me, perhaps, for the banality, But in this very struggle of life, the main thing for them is your materiality, And you can keep your soul! And at any turn of life A woman has one favorite light: Love is just gilding in the calculation, And money is the goal, and that’s the whole secret!” My friend laughed sternly and poured a glass of sparkling wine again. And I kept thinking and thinking and being silent, But somehow I resisted with all my soul... I don’t argue: this really happens, And yet: well, how can this happen?! Are they really trying on feelings everywhere, like a sweater or jacket in a store?! And I remembered the war years: Here I am lying on a hospital bed... What, Lord, did I have then? Bandages, wounds, and a sad fate... What's ahead? Yes, in general, nothing... I’m twenty... No profession, no money... Everything is a smoky darkness... Life is like an iron broom Swept everything away from my tomorrow... And now, as if in a rainbow fire, Through the smoke of worries, tampons and injections They began to appear in hospital to me Six girls, both strict and cheerful... And over the course of the year, day after day, having managed, apparently, to take a closer look at me, All six, shining with sincere fire, offered me both themselves and their hearts!.. And for me, I repeat again, No money, no apartment, no work... And ahead are severe worries And all the riches are thoughts and love! Yes, each without hesitation went to all the hardships, troubles and deprivations And, making a firm decision, did not expect any dachas or money at all! My friend sighed thoughtfully: “Let’s say... Well... there are exceptions. Moreover, there is an insight from the war years. No, you should have looked at other years!” “Why am I so old! Different, any! Did I really live somewhere on the Moon?! After all, how many times later have I met Hearts almost as golden! That's it: both the souls and the purest eyes! No more and no less! Tell them about money or things - Wow, what a thunderstorm it would be!!! Don’t argue: I understand perfectly well that everyone wants to live better and brighter. But to live in the name of money and things - I deny such a life with contempt! Of course, there are selfish hearts, Of which there may be many in the world, But somehow life protected me From predators, both with and without a crown! And yet, I must say in advance, That there was an exception, what to hide! However, I wouldn’t even want to remember about that fake rubbish! You said that women are self-interested. Not everything, not everything, a hundred thousand times not everything! But only those, you understand, those whose thoughts are like cacti, leafless. There is a rule that comes from the century, And you really remember it: The lower a person’s intellect, And the poorer a person’s culture, The more mercantile his thoughts are!” The friend sadly said: “As luck would have it, go and understand: where is good, where is bad? Perhaps we were lucky in different ways, But everyone is right in their own way, I guess!” He refilled the glasses for the two of them. “Come on - for women! How, you don’t mind?!” "Agree!" - I said. “But for which ones?” - “You understand this very well yourself!” They live, giving us bright ardor, With a beautiful, selfless soul. So let's drink to those who deserve it, so that men can drink for them while standing!

Eduard Asadov