He painted with photographic precision portraits of prisoners and sold them for five, and those, if possible, they sent them home. Sometimes it could pee portraits in oils, sometimes ink to paint zone. However, this is a threat of great trouble, but Hulot could not live without art, he knew his purpose in life, he - the artist.
Learn Russian, you could find a job more interesting - a trusty. So called hardworking people who worked at various jobs - accountants, work assigner, economists ... So got Hulot to the House Education.
In Dolinka Hulot often thought of Estonia. Estonians, told Hulot, people deliberate, thoughtful, but energetic. In the camp were all wondering why the Estonians, and all the Baltic states, so hard and work well. "Because we are afraid to forget how to work. That would leave home on their farms, but there is not a slipshod work" - they said. Hulot often thought of this when we released, came to Estonia.
FARM TO Hiiumaa
Recalled bitterly Hulot on his farm Pende on the island of Hiiumaa. There was a huge two-story house. The house was well maintained. Around the house - a wonderful orchard, who put great-grandfather, but still - the garden. On the farm it was all his own: sauna, stables, barn, smokehouse - the subject of the greatest love Hulot.
When we had no money to buy a piece of bread, Hulot often recalled his delicacies, which always hung in the smokehouse. At the farm, and brewed beer, which highlights all the birthdays, holidays, weddings, birthday, memorial service. Hulot always loved to eat and relish thanked his mother, sister, me or my friends who loved him to entertain.
In memory of little Hulot crashed the death of his beloved grandfather. Hulot remembered how entertaining his grandfather, as he liked to tell him stories and all sorts of unheard stories. My grandfather was a Protestant, very religious, but then, for unknown reasons, changed his faith and joined the Baptists. He built a chapel for their co-religionists and became a very respected preacher. He lived long and died at age ninety. He died on the evening in the garden near his house, and a small Hulot, who was with him, held next to the dead all night, hugging him and crying. In the morning they could hardly have found. The wound from the loss remained at Hulot rest of his life.
The memory of the ancestors is sacred, and the present great-grandchildren rebuild this church.
Father Hulot, Johannes was a poor peasant. General, the male line of the family took little interest in farming. They can say, were the lyrics, but not Pahari. In contrast to the female line, where were these peasant, very energetic and hardworking, Johannes was inclined to music, had perfect pitch. On the island he organized a choir, who always took part in the song festival.
What has not changed a party to the choir in his youth and his mother was Hulot, Be'er. Hulot very much loved and revered her mother. "I want to protect his mother from adversity, I dream to give it a rest," - he wrote to me, but was poorly managed. First war, then the camp, life in Moscow, always away from home.
Mother was a sovereign mistress of the farm Pende. She was a bright blue-eyed brown-haired, statuesque, a peasant firmly shot down, with a sweet smile. All his life she has given the village, to take on all the burdens of this vast economy. In the end, her health was undermined, and the last years of her life she was sick a lot.
His father gave all his time to the production of guitars, violins, Kannel, mandolin, and (completely lost interest in farming, and for the weaker sex was the buzz, and the lives of parents cracked.
"Well, I, too, - said Hulot, - tried to get away, hide behind a bush to pee sketch or draw a landscape. And I had to mow the hay and harvest. From the sale of the crop bought for the long winter clothes, dishes, and most importantly - the book. The family was educated and tried to give children a good education and upbringing.
Dear sister Meedi Hulot called "my angel". She was a caring, sweet, witty, loyal and generally being the most adored Hulot. Three year old girl she had cared for his brother five years, helped him as best she could. When the children grew, their friendship continued. Meedi sometimes offended when Hulot ran paint landscapes or read a book instead of mow hay. She, her mother and aunt Zina could not then understand his craving for creativity.
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I got to Karaganda, Hulot greeted me and took his bride on a truck in their own home in Dolinka. Before my arrival Hulot told his boss that he was visited by the bride and that he is concerned about the fact that it raskonvoirovali and allowed to live outside the zone, and if not allowed, then he goes to work in the mines. Supervisor assisting in the resolution, and Hulot able to rent a room. In gratitude Hulot wrote her a lot of copies of paintings from the Tretyakov Gallery.
Thanks to our new home Hulot was able to start gradually from zone to make the accumulated years of pictures. It is terrible to look at these portraits: emaciated faces, burning eyes, shaved head, black, with huge rooms, clothing.
On the day of his thirties, he wrote a self-portrait. He kept his sister in Tallinn. After the death of Hulot I begged him myself. Sogdiana I returned from Tallinn, in Moscow, on the road from the airport, I had forgotten the portrait on the bus. Once found, dart back and found the two drivers, conversing among themselves. In their hands the portrait. Did you give them to me, saying: "God, what a fear!". And so it stayed with me this portrait, entitled "Fear". In conclusion, he secretly drew a zone, made sketches of everyday camp life, sketching erotic fantasies. Some of the portraits he did to earn some money that was for him is extremely important. Any manifestation of free creative activity in the camp were forbidden, and, if detected Shmona drawings, they mercilessly destroyed, and then followed the punishment. Several times Hulot able to save their drawings directly snatched from the fire. They were saved by the fact that they were linked to the dense bundles. So they survived, with singed edges.
Sooster LI My Sooster. - Tallinn: Avenarius, 2000. - 176 pp.