Eduard Arkadyevich Asadov. (№ 301543)

...What happened then? And then there was the 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, dictated two or three words a postcard to mum, trying to avoid disturbing words. When I left consciousness, was delirious.
It was bad, but youth and life still won. However, the hospital I had not one, but a whole lot. From Mamashev I was moved to Saki, then Simferopol, then Kislovodsk hospital named Decade of October (now a sanatorium), well and then - in Moscow. Moving, scalpels surgeons, bandaging. And that's the hard part - the verdict of doctors: "be Ahead of everything. Everything except the world". This is something I had to accept, to endure and comprehend, has to solve the question: "to Be or not to be?" And after many sleepless nights, all things considered and answered, "Yes!" - to bring the largest and most important goal and go to it, not giving up. I again began to write poetry. Wrote by night and by day, and before and after surgery, wrote consistently and persistently. Understand what not so, but again was looking for and worked again. However, a strong will man, with whatever tenacity he went to the goal and no matter how much labor or invested in the business, true success is still not guaranteed. In poetry as in any art, needed ability, a talent, a calling. To assess the dignity of his poems difficult, because pristrastie just belong to yourself. ... Will never forget that 1 may 1948. And how happy I was when I was holding purchased near the House of scientists, room cold feet, in which was printed my poems. That's it, my poetry, and not someone else! By me with the songs were festive demonstrators, and I was probably more festive, all in Moscow!