16 June 1754
According to one version, he was born on this day Salavat Yulaev. Batyr and sesen - Bashkir national hero and poet-storyteller. Companion Emelyan Pugacheva.
Go out to fight the enemy bravely, Without sparing your life, rush into battle!
Born in a village Tekeyevo of the then Orenburg province. A couple of centuries later, Salavat's native lands would be named after him—now it's Salavatovsky District Bashkortostan. But Tekeyevo would be wiped off the face of the earth within a couple of decades—it and other villages whose residents participated in the Pugachev Rebellion were burned by regular Russian army units.
Head under the clouds You have risen, my Ural My song about you About my love for you
From a noble family. Father, Yulai Aznalin, the volost elder, was initially quite loyal to the state authorities. He served in the army, fought against Kalmyk highwaymen, and marched under Suvorov's command to Poland against the lordly Confederates.
In 1772, Yulai was granted land in the Orenburg province for his bravery. But in 1773, Yulai entered into legal proceedings.
Factories and plants were being built in the province, land was being confiscated for them, and people were being driven from their homes. Yulai also had some of his lands confiscated—for the Simsky Plant. The court ignored the violation of legal procedures. Yulai lost the lawsuit. And in November of that year, together with 19-year-old Salavat, he rallied to Pugachev's banner.
As a member of the board of directors of the Ural plants wrote BashmakovThe Bashkirs followed Pugachev. "for the liberation of their lands and freedom."
For one year and 15 days, Salavat was at the very center of the Peasants' War. He participated in over 20 battles and commanded rebel detachments. He captured the Simsky and Katavsky factories, briefly regaining his father's lands. Pugachev promoted him to brigadier.
He led the uprising in Bashkiria until November 1774, when he was captured. In 1775, along with his father, he was flogged, branded, and sent to perpetual hard labor in the Baltic fortress of Rogervik. He died there 25 years later.
You are far away, my homeland! I would return to my native land, I'm in shackles, Bashkirs! My paths are covered with snow, But in the spring the snow will melt, I'm not dead, Bashkirs!
