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THE LAST DAYS OF TOLSTOY'S PEOPLE
Roads and Kingdoms
Aug 23 2013
by Sonia Smith
GORELOVKA, Georgia-The July sun had yet to shake the night chill from
the air, so the men stood hunched with their hands in their pockets,
watching the appointed soup makers stir two large cast-iron caldrons
full of borscht and lapsha. The two men worked over a brazier of tezek,
bricks of dried manure that are the favored fuel in a land that has
few trees but many cows. They were preparing the food for a Doukhobor
wake that would mark 40 days since another member of their religious
sect, a carpenter named Vladimir Smorodin, was taken by old age. More
than 80 Doukhobors would gather that day in the sod-roofed home to
pay their respects.
The wake might as well have been for the Doukhobors themselves. After
300 years of tumultuous history, this remote strain of pacifists,
who have called the mountain highlands of Georgia their home since
Tsar Nicholas I exiled them in the 1840s, is about to disappear. A
splinter from the Russian Orthodox Church, their way of life rests on
the brink of extinction, as the few who remain either pass away or
return to Russia, leaving their life in the mountains behind. Their
numbers in Georgia today have dwindled to 500; here in Gorelovka,
once their spiritual center, there are 145 left. Their ineluctable
exodus north, to cities in modern Russia, could spell the end of an
entire culture, something akin to what would happen if all the Amish
slowly moved to Pittsburgh. Removed from their villages, they would
be swallowed whole by the modern world.
The irony is that the Doukhobors never wanted to leave Russia in the
first place. They emerged in the 1700s in the Tambov region of Russia,
a Christian sect that believed God resides within every person,
rendering the need for the church and all its trappings-icons,
buildings, rituals, even priests-unnecessary. These views did not
endear themselves with the Russian Orthodox Church, and in 1785,
an archbishop gave them the name Doukhobors, which means "spirit
wrestlers." It was meant as an insult, but they embraced it. The sect
rejected the authority of the state, refusing to pay taxes or serve
in the military, and by the 1840s became such an irritant that Tsar
Nicholas I exiled nearly 5,000 of them to the edge of the Russian
empire. Many of the Doukhobors died on the treacherous 70-day wagon
journey.
Nikolai Sukhorukov, a village elder who hopes to beautify Gorelovka,
stands in a field behind his housePhoto by: Natela Grigalashvili
They founded eight villages-the largest of which was Gorelovka-in
the distant peaks of what is now the Republic of Georgia's
Javakheti region, near the border with Turkey and Armenia. They
flung themselves into creating a place for themselves in this new
inhospitable climate-the winters are harsh and long in the mountains
here-tilling the rocky soil and taming the land to build a tidy town
of sod-roofed homes with whitewashed walls and carved wooden shutters
that are painted cheerful shades of blue. As the Doukhobors don't have
churches, Gorelovka's spiritual and civic life is centered around the
orphanage, a mint green building that was built in the 1800s. Every
Sunday a dozen Doukhobors still meet there for prayers.
In the summer, white storks with clattering beaks stand atop their
huge nests, which are balanced precariously on the sod-roofed houses
and utility poles. (Armenians call the town Aragilneri Gyugh, stork
village). The village still feels a part of the 19th century, despite
the satellite dishes, cell phones, and 18-wheelers that pass through
the town's one paved road on their way to Armenia or Turkey. The
remaining roads are no more than rutted dirt paths, spackled with
cow patties from the twice-daily cattle drives up the nearby hills
and back again. "The Doukhobors, we made all of this ourselves," says
Nikolai Sukhorukov, 59, a village elder of sorts with an inquisitive
face and a long white beard.
A Doukhobor woman carries milk in the hills outside GorelovkaPhoto by:
Natela Grigalashvili
The Doukhobors eked out a relatively quiet existence here until 1895,
when they rounded up all the weapons in the villages and burned them in
protest of the Tsarist government's military draft. They paid dearly
for their principles: Some were deported to Siberia, others were
imprisoned and tortured. But they gained an unlikely savior in Leo
Tolstoy, the famed novelist who was undergoing a spiritual renewal
in the later years of his life. Tolstoy admired the Doukhobors'
pacifism and met their leaders at his estate in Yasnaya Polyana, in
what must have been one of history's great beard-summits. He engaged
in a furious letter-writing campaign on their behalf, including
one missive sent to Sweden suggesting the first Nobel Peace Prize
be awarded to these remote people Eventually he donated the profits
from his final novel, Resurrection, to resettle a group of more than
7,500 Doukhobors from Eastern Europe to Saskatchewan in 1899. Some
25,000 of their descendants still live in Canada, but the majority
of them have assimilated. For those left behind in Georgia, Tolstoy
sent money to build a school in Gorelovka that still bears his name.
The school is a well maintained, whitewashed building with a
black-and-white portrait of its famous benefactor hanging in the
office. However, as with the rest of the town, the school's future is
uncertain. "We're trying to save the school," director Tatyana Kirova
told me as she led me down the building's single dimly lit hallway,
showing me the classrooms, each heated by their own stove.
Hand-lettered posters in Russian and Georgian hung on the walls
alongside educational posters from the Soviet era. When Kirova
graduated from the school in 1992, it had 300 students. Today there
are 32. Most of the town's children attend the Armenian school down
the road.
"There are no more young people here," lamented teacher Irina
Tamilina, 43, as we sat in her kitchen later that day, drinking tea
and eating watermelon. She handed me a creased photocopy, flecked
with brown stains, of a letter Tolstoy wrote in 1898 to a newspaper
about the plight of the Doukhobors. "The government of the Caucasus
has surrounded the whole rebellious population with a magic circle,
and this population is slowly dying out. In another three or four
years, it's possible there could be no Doukhobors left," the novelist
cautioned. (That last sentence had been underlined in black pen.)
In the Gorelovka today, Doukhobors are outnumbered at least 15-to-1 by
the majority Armenians; in the broader Javakheti region of Georgia,
the ratio is 200-to-1. And various Armenian groups, both moderate
and more hardline paramilitary groups, have been a part of de facto
Armenian control of the region since the fall of the Soviet Union.
That may make Doukhobors anxious, but the Georgian government likes
it even less: On the heels of a series of bloody wars of secession by
Ossetians and Abkhazians, Georgia is wary of any demographic imbalance
within its borders. One solution has been to periodically re-settle
ethnic Georgian Muslims in empty Doukhobor houses.
Rivalries run deep in this part of the world. Lukeria Medvedova,
an octogenarian left in Gorelovka after her extended family moved
back to Russia, takes a dim view of her Armenian neighbors. "They
know I see poorly and so they take things off my clotheslines," she
said, as she stooped over a metal bowl of laundry in her kitchen,
swirling the soapy water with her hands. "They steal and steal and
steal." She was widowed 53 years ago, and her only son died when he
was a teenager in the 1970's. As is Doukhobor custom, photos of them
as corpses in their caskets hang alongside other less grim family
pictures. Yet she has no desire to leave her one room, sod-roofed
home, which is tidy and well-kept despite her waning eyesight. "I
didn't exist when this house was built," she said.
A young Doukhobor girl and a male relativePhoto by: Natela
Grigalashvili
The Doukhobors' return to Russia began as a trickle in the glasnost
era and has gained momentum since then. In 2007, Russia launched
a "voluntary migration" program under President Vladimir Putin,
as a means of stemming Russia's demographic collapse. The results
are mixed: More than 98,000 ethnic Russians have been lured back to
the motherland under the program, but a far larger exodus out of the
country, particularly of the wealthy and highly skilled, continues. In
Javakheti, the reasons for Doukhobors moving out seem to be largely
economic: Russia's per capita GDP is $14,000 compared to Georgia's
$3,500. This is why Tamilina, the schoolteacher, and her husband
bought a house in Bryansk, Russia, five hours southwest of Moscow,
a year ago. They'll be leaving as soon as they sell their house in
Gorelovka. Her 23-year-old son Alexander has already moved, bringing
home $1,000 a month remodeling apartments, 10-times what he could make
in Georgia. The move, she says, will still pain her. "Georgia is my
homeland. Russia is not." And besides, like many of the Doukhobors,
they'll be moving to the big city. There are Doukhobors in Russia,
but no Doukhobor villages.
In Soviet times, there was a dairy factory in town that made
Swiss-style cheese, but it has long since been shuttered. Now, the
cows are all that's left in Gorelovka, and they serve as the main
source of income for the village. "If you have 10 cows, then you'll
have enough bread to eat," one Georgian woman explained to me outside
the town's kindergarten. "We only have one cow."
Three Doukhobor women clad in traditional dress gather flowers in
the hills outside GorelovkaPhoto by: Natela Grigalashvili
Twice a day, a dozen Doukhobor women board a white van and make a
jolting trip a few miles up into the hills where a herd of brown,
handsome cattle have spent the day grazing. The women head into a room
in the barn to don headscarves, aprons, and sensible, waterproof shoes
or clogs (the better to dodge fresh cow patties and errant squirts of
milk) and head outside to the waiting herd. For the next two hours,
they milk, filling up 14 large stainless steel cans. Not that it's
easy work-one wandering animal vexed her owner enough to elicit a
rather irreligious "Cursed cow! Damn cow!" from her. The milk they
gather is made into cheese at the Doukhobors' small workshop, either
for their own consumption or to be sold locally. Cheese and other
dairy products are just about the only items the Doukhobors in the
village still produce.
There are some who recognize what's at stake. After living in the
Ukraine for more than a decade, Vasily Slastukin moved back to
Gorelovka in 2002, in part to take care of his aging parents, in
part to raise a family in the traditional Doukhobor style. Now 57,
he prays at the orphanage with the elderly women and passes down oral
histories to his two young daughters. As in Soviet times, Slastukin
explained, oral traditions and village life are what keep Doukhobor
culture alive. "Preserving these traditions is much harder than just
going to church," he says.
Inside the house on the day of the wake, around 12 women, mostly in
headscarves, prepared typical Doukhobor sides: cucumber and tomato
salad, eggplant with walnuts, fish jelly, homemade cheese, mashed
potatoes with eggs, and ground liver. Sitting on mint green benches at
the head table, the women-in a hodgepodge of plaid and pastel, outfits
completed by colorful vests featuring hand-embroidered roses-started
praying, then singing mournful songs in unison with long, drawn out
vowels. Anya Smorodina, 66, the widow of the deceased, bowed and
touched her head to the floor several times. The singing continued
as everyone ate, washing down the food with shots of vodka and fennel
soda. As one woman explained to me as we took our seats at the table:
"We need to preserve this." The question of where it might be preserved
remains unanswered.
For more of Natela Grigalashvili's photography from Javakheti and
around Georgia, visit Natalagrigalashvili.ge
http://roadsandkingdoms.com/2013/the-last-days-of-tolstoys-people/
From: A. Papazian
Roads and Kingdoms
Aug 23 2013
by Sonia Smith
GORELOVKA, Georgia-The July sun had yet to shake the night chill from
the air, so the men stood hunched with their hands in their pockets,
watching the appointed soup makers stir two large cast-iron caldrons
full of borscht and lapsha. The two men worked over a brazier of tezek,
bricks of dried manure that are the favored fuel in a land that has
few trees but many cows. They were preparing the food for a Doukhobor
wake that would mark 40 days since another member of their religious
sect, a carpenter named Vladimir Smorodin, was taken by old age. More
than 80 Doukhobors would gather that day in the sod-roofed home to
pay their respects.
The wake might as well have been for the Doukhobors themselves. After
300 years of tumultuous history, this remote strain of pacifists,
who have called the mountain highlands of Georgia their home since
Tsar Nicholas I exiled them in the 1840s, is about to disappear. A
splinter from the Russian Orthodox Church, their way of life rests on
the brink of extinction, as the few who remain either pass away or
return to Russia, leaving their life in the mountains behind. Their
numbers in Georgia today have dwindled to 500; here in Gorelovka,
once their spiritual center, there are 145 left. Their ineluctable
exodus north, to cities in modern Russia, could spell the end of an
entire culture, something akin to what would happen if all the Amish
slowly moved to Pittsburgh. Removed from their villages, they would
be swallowed whole by the modern world.
The irony is that the Doukhobors never wanted to leave Russia in the
first place. They emerged in the 1700s in the Tambov region of Russia,
a Christian sect that believed God resides within every person,
rendering the need for the church and all its trappings-icons,
buildings, rituals, even priests-unnecessary. These views did not
endear themselves with the Russian Orthodox Church, and in 1785,
an archbishop gave them the name Doukhobors, which means "spirit
wrestlers." It was meant as an insult, but they embraced it. The sect
rejected the authority of the state, refusing to pay taxes or serve
in the military, and by the 1840s became such an irritant that Tsar
Nicholas I exiled nearly 5,000 of them to the edge of the Russian
empire. Many of the Doukhobors died on the treacherous 70-day wagon
journey.
Nikolai Sukhorukov, a village elder who hopes to beautify Gorelovka,
stands in a field behind his housePhoto by: Natela Grigalashvili
They founded eight villages-the largest of which was Gorelovka-in
the distant peaks of what is now the Republic of Georgia's
Javakheti region, near the border with Turkey and Armenia. They
flung themselves into creating a place for themselves in this new
inhospitable climate-the winters are harsh and long in the mountains
here-tilling the rocky soil and taming the land to build a tidy town
of sod-roofed homes with whitewashed walls and carved wooden shutters
that are painted cheerful shades of blue. As the Doukhobors don't have
churches, Gorelovka's spiritual and civic life is centered around the
orphanage, a mint green building that was built in the 1800s. Every
Sunday a dozen Doukhobors still meet there for prayers.
In the summer, white storks with clattering beaks stand atop their
huge nests, which are balanced precariously on the sod-roofed houses
and utility poles. (Armenians call the town Aragilneri Gyugh, stork
village). The village still feels a part of the 19th century, despite
the satellite dishes, cell phones, and 18-wheelers that pass through
the town's one paved road on their way to Armenia or Turkey. The
remaining roads are no more than rutted dirt paths, spackled with
cow patties from the twice-daily cattle drives up the nearby hills
and back again. "The Doukhobors, we made all of this ourselves," says
Nikolai Sukhorukov, 59, a village elder of sorts with an inquisitive
face and a long white beard.
A Doukhobor woman carries milk in the hills outside GorelovkaPhoto by:
Natela Grigalashvili
The Doukhobors eked out a relatively quiet existence here until 1895,
when they rounded up all the weapons in the villages and burned them in
protest of the Tsarist government's military draft. They paid dearly
for their principles: Some were deported to Siberia, others were
imprisoned and tortured. But they gained an unlikely savior in Leo
Tolstoy, the famed novelist who was undergoing a spiritual renewal
in the later years of his life. Tolstoy admired the Doukhobors'
pacifism and met their leaders at his estate in Yasnaya Polyana, in
what must have been one of history's great beard-summits. He engaged
in a furious letter-writing campaign on their behalf, including
one missive sent to Sweden suggesting the first Nobel Peace Prize
be awarded to these remote people Eventually he donated the profits
from his final novel, Resurrection, to resettle a group of more than
7,500 Doukhobors from Eastern Europe to Saskatchewan in 1899. Some
25,000 of their descendants still live in Canada, but the majority
of them have assimilated. For those left behind in Georgia, Tolstoy
sent money to build a school in Gorelovka that still bears his name.
The school is a well maintained, whitewashed building with a
black-and-white portrait of its famous benefactor hanging in the
office. However, as with the rest of the town, the school's future is
uncertain. "We're trying to save the school," director Tatyana Kirova
told me as she led me down the building's single dimly lit hallway,
showing me the classrooms, each heated by their own stove.
Hand-lettered posters in Russian and Georgian hung on the walls
alongside educational posters from the Soviet era. When Kirova
graduated from the school in 1992, it had 300 students. Today there
are 32. Most of the town's children attend the Armenian school down
the road.
"There are no more young people here," lamented teacher Irina
Tamilina, 43, as we sat in her kitchen later that day, drinking tea
and eating watermelon. She handed me a creased photocopy, flecked
with brown stains, of a letter Tolstoy wrote in 1898 to a newspaper
about the plight of the Doukhobors. "The government of the Caucasus
has surrounded the whole rebellious population with a magic circle,
and this population is slowly dying out. In another three or four
years, it's possible there could be no Doukhobors left," the novelist
cautioned. (That last sentence had been underlined in black pen.)
In the Gorelovka today, Doukhobors are outnumbered at least 15-to-1 by
the majority Armenians; in the broader Javakheti region of Georgia,
the ratio is 200-to-1. And various Armenian groups, both moderate
and more hardline paramilitary groups, have been a part of de facto
Armenian control of the region since the fall of the Soviet Union.
That may make Doukhobors anxious, but the Georgian government likes
it even less: On the heels of a series of bloody wars of secession by
Ossetians and Abkhazians, Georgia is wary of any demographic imbalance
within its borders. One solution has been to periodically re-settle
ethnic Georgian Muslims in empty Doukhobor houses.
Rivalries run deep in this part of the world. Lukeria Medvedova,
an octogenarian left in Gorelovka after her extended family moved
back to Russia, takes a dim view of her Armenian neighbors. "They
know I see poorly and so they take things off my clotheslines," she
said, as she stooped over a metal bowl of laundry in her kitchen,
swirling the soapy water with her hands. "They steal and steal and
steal." She was widowed 53 years ago, and her only son died when he
was a teenager in the 1970's. As is Doukhobor custom, photos of them
as corpses in their caskets hang alongside other less grim family
pictures. Yet she has no desire to leave her one room, sod-roofed
home, which is tidy and well-kept despite her waning eyesight. "I
didn't exist when this house was built," she said.
A young Doukhobor girl and a male relativePhoto by: Natela
Grigalashvili
The Doukhobors' return to Russia began as a trickle in the glasnost
era and has gained momentum since then. In 2007, Russia launched
a "voluntary migration" program under President Vladimir Putin,
as a means of stemming Russia's demographic collapse. The results
are mixed: More than 98,000 ethnic Russians have been lured back to
the motherland under the program, but a far larger exodus out of the
country, particularly of the wealthy and highly skilled, continues. In
Javakheti, the reasons for Doukhobors moving out seem to be largely
economic: Russia's per capita GDP is $14,000 compared to Georgia's
$3,500. This is why Tamilina, the schoolteacher, and her husband
bought a house in Bryansk, Russia, five hours southwest of Moscow,
a year ago. They'll be leaving as soon as they sell their house in
Gorelovka. Her 23-year-old son Alexander has already moved, bringing
home $1,000 a month remodeling apartments, 10-times what he could make
in Georgia. The move, she says, will still pain her. "Georgia is my
homeland. Russia is not." And besides, like many of the Doukhobors,
they'll be moving to the big city. There are Doukhobors in Russia,
but no Doukhobor villages.
In Soviet times, there was a dairy factory in town that made
Swiss-style cheese, but it has long since been shuttered. Now, the
cows are all that's left in Gorelovka, and they serve as the main
source of income for the village. "If you have 10 cows, then you'll
have enough bread to eat," one Georgian woman explained to me outside
the town's kindergarten. "We only have one cow."
Three Doukhobor women clad in traditional dress gather flowers in
the hills outside GorelovkaPhoto by: Natela Grigalashvili
Twice a day, a dozen Doukhobor women board a white van and make a
jolting trip a few miles up into the hills where a herd of brown,
handsome cattle have spent the day grazing. The women head into a room
in the barn to don headscarves, aprons, and sensible, waterproof shoes
or clogs (the better to dodge fresh cow patties and errant squirts of
milk) and head outside to the waiting herd. For the next two hours,
they milk, filling up 14 large stainless steel cans. Not that it's
easy work-one wandering animal vexed her owner enough to elicit a
rather irreligious "Cursed cow! Damn cow!" from her. The milk they
gather is made into cheese at the Doukhobors' small workshop, either
for their own consumption or to be sold locally. Cheese and other
dairy products are just about the only items the Doukhobors in the
village still produce.
There are some who recognize what's at stake. After living in the
Ukraine for more than a decade, Vasily Slastukin moved back to
Gorelovka in 2002, in part to take care of his aging parents, in
part to raise a family in the traditional Doukhobor style. Now 57,
he prays at the orphanage with the elderly women and passes down oral
histories to his two young daughters. As in Soviet times, Slastukin
explained, oral traditions and village life are what keep Doukhobor
culture alive. "Preserving these traditions is much harder than just
going to church," he says.
Inside the house on the day of the wake, around 12 women, mostly in
headscarves, prepared typical Doukhobor sides: cucumber and tomato
salad, eggplant with walnuts, fish jelly, homemade cheese, mashed
potatoes with eggs, and ground liver. Sitting on mint green benches at
the head table, the women-in a hodgepodge of plaid and pastel, outfits
completed by colorful vests featuring hand-embroidered roses-started
praying, then singing mournful songs in unison with long, drawn out
vowels. Anya Smorodina, 66, the widow of the deceased, bowed and
touched her head to the floor several times. The singing continued
as everyone ate, washing down the food with shots of vodka and fennel
soda. As one woman explained to me as we took our seats at the table:
"We need to preserve this." The question of where it might be preserved
remains unanswered.
For more of Natela Grigalashvili's photography from Javakheti and
around Georgia, visit Natalagrigalashvili.ge
http://roadsandkingdoms.com/2013/the-last-days-of-tolstoys-people/
From: A. Papazian