Life
Hlushko graduated from the Railway Institute in Kiev in 1899. During 1901—1903 he worked as a steamship engineer for Dobroflot steamships serving the Odessa-Vladivostok route.
Between 1904—1907 he worked for the Chinese Eastern Railway in Manchuria. From 1907 he lived in Vladivostok, worked as a draftsman and technician. He became active in the amateur Ukrainian theater society organized by the local Ukrainian community and the Ukrainian student society.
Hlushko was mobilized during the First World War and served at the Caucasian front in 1916-1917. In the spring of 1918 he became the head of the Vladivostok Ukrainian society "Prosvita" (Ukrainian: Просвіта—"Enlightenment") and the Vladivostok Ukrainian Council. He became the chairman of 3rd Ukrainian Far Eastern Council in the summer of 1918. He organized 4th Ukrainian Far Eastern Council, which proclaimed him head of the Ukrainian Far Eastern Secretariat.
He was arrested by Kolchak's White forces in 1919 for Ukrainian activism. In 1922 he was arrested by Bolshevik authorities. Accused of anti-Soviet activities and "designs to split Far East from Russia and give it to Japan", Hlushko was sentenced in Chita in 1924 to 5 years imprisonment. After serving the term he worked as a technician in the Far East and Tajikistan.
Hlushko returned to Ukraine in 1930, and died in Kiev in 1942.
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