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Akhmat Lutfullin was born in Bashkiria in 1928 and devoted all his creative work to his native land, Bashkir collective farmers, the history and culture of his people. His paintings and portraits are made in the style of Soviet realism and delight in their truthfulness and originality.
One of his most famous works is the painting Three Women. Three women are sitting on a special platform that is being built in the Bashkir huts and serves as both a table and a bed. They prepared simple food - bread, cottage cheese, sour cream, arranged cups and are going to drink tea. But as if someone distracted them with a request to take a picture, and they respected the request, froze with dignity and proud grace, very straightly straightening their backs. And although women, judging by their simple clothes and modest treats, are clearly from an ordinary working village family, they can feel their inner strength, awareness of their own authority, honor among relatives and fellow villagers, the wisdom of the past years and immense responsibility for the strength and well-being of their families.
The two women on the right are already at an advanced age, their strained knotted hands are calmly folded on their knees, their heads and shoulders are covered with warm shawls, their dark, weathered faces in heavy workdays, although they look a little tired, but radiate peace and disrespect for life's hardships. The woman on the left is still young, her ruddy smooth face and a light thin scarf look fresh and bright against the background of elderly relatives, a red skirt and blouse, curvaceous shapes emphasize the health and energy of youth. She seemed to be closely watching - either for a small child, or for food boiling on the stove.
With such laconic images of women, the scarcity of colors and emotions, the author in contrast is attentive to other details. The embroidered colorful towel on the wall, beautiful identical cups, the blossoming geranium on the window in a blue enameled pan speak of the motley fleetingness of one earthly life, but one generation will replace another. And everything will also be cleaned cleanly in the hut, there will be bread on the table and delicious tea, the children will return home from school on bicycles, and the mountains outside the window will guard the peace of their village and remember everyone who loved their small homeland and devoted the energy of their creativity to compatriots and life itself.