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Solonin, Eduard
Written by Евгения Солонина и Вероника Карюк   
Среда, 22 Октябрь 2008

Age 53, from Krasnodar, Russia

1There are people, about whom they say:  he was a good friend, a wonderful son, a loving spouse, a terrific father, the dearest of brothers, a dependable colleague, and a good and ‘shining’ person.  Then there are people who combine all these qualities into one.  Such ashiningman was Eduard Timofeevich Solonin.  One can say that such a person was areal man’.

He was a musician.  For some he was ‘Edik’, while for others he was Eduard Timofeevich.  He had many other names…  And he had a lot of everything: love, friends, travels, failures, discoveries, and plans.  Like all of us.

Edik was a normal, happy person.  In this regard, he knew how to make his loved ones happy.  But did he achieve this same human happiness?  He did with his dear wife Irina, with whom there was never too much or too little, but with whom 30 years were lived together, as he did with his dear son Spartacus.

Irina got married as soon as she was eighteen and her parents could no longer refuse her ‘unsuitable’ suitor any longer.  Edik was quite a character, while his profession – he was a trumpet player — was just not serious!  The young family left Krasnodar and wandered around, as they the say, the ‘periphery’ of the land.  They lived at collective farms, in temporary housing, and in Komsomol dormitories.  Finally they made their home in a little town with the tender provincial name of Tikhoretsk, where Edik directed the youth club’s brass band for several years, and Ira became director of the local cultural center.  Twenty years later, after returning to Krasnodar, they still went back to Tikhoretsk to celebrate holidays with their friends and colleagues.  On Edik’s fiftieth birthday his Tikhoretsk friends presented him a film they made about his youth.

Edik and Ira returned to Krasnodar at a difficult time: it was 1990, and brass bands and cultural centers were not needed by anyone, and now they had a family to feed.  Spartacus was to enter the university in a year.  Edik, being a real man, simply found any work he could – maybe something he did not prefer, something difficult, but the family made it through.

For ten years he worked as a taxi driver at night.  He listened to a thousand and one stories about life, brought people to hundreds of trains and planes, got them to late meetings through red lights.  Back at home waited his one and only, his ‘Irochka’, would prepare a hot breakfast instead of a dinner, and his son would toss him a kiss as he ran off the classes at the university – cannot be late, the college of economics is no joke!

Later his son became a real man with a wife who was beautiful and smart, with a great career and an offer to work in Moscow.  Edik sighed – now all he needed was a grandson.

There would be a grandson: Yelisey, with his grandfather’s looks.  He is the pride of his mother and father and only the holidays a headache for grandmother.  Yelisey only just missed meeting his grandfather by three months.  Because IT happened.

It was a simple human life, sincere, with good and bad times, generous and unique.  This was the life of a good man who was well loved by many.

In life, for some reason, it is often like this: the very best, the most worthy, the most ‘shining’, they always depart first.  And so it happened that you are not with us, Eduard Timofeevich.  It will always be intolerably painful, losing our dearest relation.  An irreplaceable loss and difficult to accept.  But you live in our hearts and in the hearts of your loved ones, friends, and comrades.  Our memory will forever preserve you in the story of our life.  We love you and remember you, and you are with us forever.

By his relatives and loved ones, Yevgeniya Solonina and Veronika Karyuk

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