Utyashev Khurmatulla Biography

Recently, the Bashkir drama theater presented the prime minister of the play “Shamsutdin and Shamsur”, dedicated to the letters of the Great Victory in the production of People's Artist of the Russian Federation, Khurmatullah Utyashev. This is not the first directorial work of the actor: in his creative baggage “Mowgli”, “February, Buran ...”, “Narcas”. And the managed theaters know and appreciate the brilliant artist who recently celebrated the anniversary, for impeccable professionalism, talent, intelligence and the ability to surprise the audience with unexpected reincarnation.

The descendant of Batyrov-Hurmatulla Gazzzaleevich, legends go not only about you as a talented artist, but also about your father, who, they say, called Gazzali-Batyr ...-not only my father, but also my ancestor from the Tangaurov family wore the title of Batyr. More than three hundred years ago, Utyash-Batyr, who then lived in the Zilair district, lost the herd of horses, did not find and sinned on the Kazakhs.

But one winter, tracking the wolves, the hunters went to the shores of Yaik, being on the territory of the Khaibullinsky district. And they stumbled upon a very well-fed herd, apparently very pleased with life. Returning, they told all the Batyr ducklings. The herd was taken to his homeland, and he disappeared again. Then Utyash-Batyr decided: “Since the horses in this place are so good, then we will be good.” But he got sick and died.

His will was performed by the eldest son Karim. So in the Khaibullinsky district appeared the village of Karim. Until a year, my grandfather was an elder, traveled on three to five or six villages, followed the order. Once he returned home, and in one village he was invited to a feast. He was in a hurry, but the bakery hosts persuaded his grandfather to at least try koumiss.

Grandfather returned home - and died. Apparently, he was poisoned. The same night, his wife, who was expecting a child, was gone. There were a two -month -old baby and children of two, five, nine and 11 years old. The old people advised the elder to marry a summer girl: somehow it was necessary to raise children. People were not kind to the newlyweds: they stole things and food from home at night.

And then they were sent to Siberia at all. There were father and my uncle - minors, but they also experienced on themselves what it means to be children from a wealthy family. Here begins the story of my father, who received the glory of the best curers. He became interested in the struggle at the age of 14. Not everyone was allowed to competition. At the end of the village lay a huge stone.

Whoever lifts it to the chest is worthy to take part in the struggle. There were no restrictions on weight or age. Batyr is a batyr. Father made success, and people decided to feed him with the whole world. Once in the Baymak district, Big Yiyyn was arranged. Kazakhs arrived, brought their fighter. Huge, in chains. He sits and grows the earth, eats grass - he was so intimidated by opponents.

Father came out - a completely boy. And won. And then he began to ride in competitions. He fought until 62 years old. When he returned, people left the houses, followed him all over the village. In the year, the district established the Gazzali-Batyr prize among the curers. Last year, on the anniversary of his father’s birth, his bust was installed - this is the first monument to a fighter in the republic.

My father also managed to fight at the front. After the third grade, I helped dad pope cattle. When he fought, he broke his fingers, ribs and hardly sat on his horse. I remember how they cut me twice a month. Dad really could not hold the scissors. Then he tied them to the hand and so harsh. It was a real punishment. He simply pulled part of the hair, but did not trust my head with anyone else.

When I studied in the tenth grade, my dad never died and never complaining. And it seemed to me that he would live forever ...

- Where did you get such a craving for art? Dad was all surprised: what kind of profession? I thought so: acting is from the field of amateur performances. Meanwhile, he himself learned to play Kurai. Father's brother Khuzhakhmet was a wonderful kuraist, before the war he was invited to the Ufa Philharmonic. But he returned back: he could not live in the city. In years, the play “Galiaban” was staged in our village.

So Khuzhakhmet Galiaban and played. It was shameful for women on stage. Uncle also visited the war, served in the famous Cavalry Division. There is a photograph: he plays in Kurai during the rest of the fighters. Probably, this craving for art from Khuzhakhmet was transmitted to me. And the father also sang and danced. The tables walked with a shaking when dancing.

I do not want to marry - I want to study - your first scene was at school - in the fourth grade, they say, you have already led the matinees at the firsts. In addition to teaching, she wrote poetry, scripts, played on a small accordion with bells, sang - in general, she was an artist. I arranged theatrical performances to all the holidays. She wrote large texts, but I taught them quickly.

And then he became leading at all. Grandfather also. Rehearsals and performances were waiting with great impatience: the lessons ended, I swallowed dinner and ran back to school. After school, he worked for a year as a cattle and decided to join the army, despite my mother’s lamentations on the fact that I remained the only breadwinner. Not going to the army was considered a shame. This is then, when he got into Khimvoysk, I realized what a fool was.The service went very hard.

They stood on guard, worked at testing training grounds, in the field. In winter - cold, and all our chemical protection - cloak, shoe covers, gloves and gas mask. In the summer, under this ammunition, it was free to get a sunny blow. When he returned from the army, the grandmother immediately said: “Then the girl lives in a neighboring house. I agree to marry you.

I talked to her. And then you will, like other boys after the army, drink and walk. ” Well, I ran away from the village. Not only from the wedding-in the evenings such longing attacked, there are no entertainment. I wanted to go to the department of kuraiists, but there was still a department of the winds. They had no doubt for a long time: "You play in the Kurai, it means that the breath is good." And they gave me a tube - the largest brass instrument.

Fizruk was also inspired: “Are you swimming? And they recorded me in all circles. But there is no time to study. And it was difficult to live. I took a referral to study from the state farm, from it they paid me a scholarship. Only I did not receive it. They gave the money to my mother, and she, by simplicity of sincere, thought that the state was feeding me. To live somehow, I got a job as a carpenter.

And here is the winter session, and I am in the lagging behind. They gave me time to prepare for surrender.