Nariman Hasanzade Biography

His gaze often freezes, rushes into the distance somewhere. The poet falls silent, and then again talks about his mother, about his untimely departed wife. Irada Jalil, Sputnik Azerbaijan my first meeting with Nariman Hasanzade took place ten years ago in his small apartment located in the house near the Icery Sheher metro station. After that memorable meeting, then the summer folk poet became my hero - I fell in love with his voice, to become him, the manner of communication.

And so we met again. And although my hero was old for ten years, nothing changed in him - the same my favorite poet stood in front of me. Relatives sung his mother to him. She was then 26 years old. They got married. Mom recalled that the father himself was shy about such a big difference in age, ”the national poet began his story. The new cultural capital of the CIS: the synthesis of history and modernity on September 16, when Little Nariman was only a year, his father died.

After his death, the mother of the future poet began to stove and sell bread, which helped her raise her only son:“ I remember my mother for 16 rubles, peak Bread for sale, and earned 20 rubles. Baked buns. She gave me two glasses of sweet tea every day. Once I asked, "Mom, why don't you drink sweet tea? Here with such difficulty my mother raised me." Throughout her life, she never said a bad word about her husband, but only repeated to her son: "He gave you to me." I only had my mother, ”the poet recalls.

The mother of the future poet never got married - she did not want her son to grow a stepfather, and dedicated her child her child. There he found a terrible news - a telegram of her mother came:“ My heart was torn to pieces. After all, my mother breathed me. I went to the army, and she could not live without me. She had a hemorrhage in the brain, and she had his own sixth floor on September 6, Soldier Hasansade immediately went to the major to ask for permission to leave.

But he refused, explaining everything that he had to get a confirmation of death. He went out into the courtyard and surrounded me with armed soldiers. I said that I would shoot and everything was lowered, and everything continues. Hasanzade. He arrived in his area, buried his mother and returned to the unit. For desertion, Nariman was given to a military tribunal. He was threatened with six years in prison.

At that time, Nariman only joined the ranks of the Writers' Union. If not for Rafibeili, he says, he would not be able to avoid imprisonment. It is not necessary to look for a job, but a man of Hasanzade has two higher educations. At first he graduated from the Ganja Pedagogical Institute. After graduating from military service, he went to Moscow, where he entered the Gorky Literary Institute.

The Friendship Bridge in two volumes on June 15, "When I returned to Baku with two higher formations, I thought that all the doors would open before me. But I was mistaken - I was not needed," the national poet says. At that time he was helped by Mirjalav Pashayev Azerbaijani writer, scientist-literary critic, doctor of philological sciences, professor, Honored Worker of Science of the Azerns of the Azers-Ed.

I said: "Work." He replied: "Do not look for work, but a person. And this person is me." So Hasanzade ended up at the university, began to teach. He bought that apartment to his son to an arif, and gave me. This is an apartment of my memories, ”the poet noted. She knew that she would not live his future wife Sarah Nariman from childhood - they grew together. When he studied at the institute, she was still a schoolgirl.

He recalls that he often sent Sarah with messages to the girls he liked. But Sarah, in whose little heart great love was already living, tried to move all the girls from him. Firange Hanam. That is, we married two friends. I went to Salyan, where I was a chaff at Halil’s wedding, and he arrived in Ganju and became a chaff at my wedding. Today, from those years, that friendship, only phyrangis remained.

"The married couple brought up a son and daughter. Electronic libraries need wealthy philanthropists on May 23," probably when you were young, you had many fans? And I said what to do now, you had to marry not to the poet, but for the engineer, ”he answered. But their happiness did not last long. Sarah took his illness. She always told her husband that she would not live for more than 50 years, but he tried not to think about it.

After her death, Hasansade found the notes left by Sarah in the book. She wrote: "Even in girlhood I really loved Nekrasov. I dreamed that my husband was also a poet. So it happened." According to Hasanzade, when his wife was sick, it was very difficult to find medicines for her, and Heydar Aliyev, who in those years was the first deputy chairman of the Council of Ministers, helped him a lot.

I told him about everything.

And then I came to the hospital to my wife and saw that everyone was fussing. And all because Heydar Aliyev told them. Medicines that could not be found were found.Thanks to him, Sarah lived for another year, ”recalls Hasanzade and adds that she always said that Aliyev would have gone and thank herself. She died in a year of life. Their daughter was already married, and the poet remained with her son.

Loneliness is very dangerous to the outstanding writer Jalal Pashayev, his son could not have been idle for a long time, all the same could not be exposed With the death of his mother: "My son was born in the year, and his son is only three years old. He said everything that he would never marry, but, thank God, he changed his mind. Loneliness is very dangerous. Once I strove for him to calmly write.

Allah heard me ... But now I ask God not to leave me alone. "Today he spends most of the day in a new apartment, which President Ilham Aliyev gave him. But he goes to the old apartment:" I lived there for many years, I am just starting to get used to it. And besides, I'm afraid to be here ... When I am left alone, it always seems to me that someone is calling me, someone is nearby.

Horror covers me ... ". In his eyes it is easy to catch strange sadness and sadness. His gaze often freezes, rushes somewhere into the distance, he falls silent. And then he talks about his mother, about the untimely departed Sarah. He still cannot reconcile with their loss, he does not subside grief in his soul. The old poet does not want to write his works anymore.

He says that the only law of life that he does not accept is the death of a woman.