{"id":45278,"date":"2026-05-26T16:28:19","date_gmt":"2026-05-26T14:28:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kamarouka.com\/tavar\/bielarus-heta-sviatoje-paviel-sieviaryniec\/"},"modified":"2026-05-26T16:28:19","modified_gmt":"2026-05-26T14:28:19","slug":"bielarus-heta-sviatoje-paviel-sieviaryniec","status":"publish","type":"product","link":"https:\/\/kamarouka.com\/en\/product\/bielarus-heta-sviatoje-paviel-sieviaryniec\/","title":{"rendered":"Belarus \u2014 is sacred | Paval Sieviaryniec"},"content":{"rendered":"<p id=\"model-response-message-contentr_0491b91cbd56b8e0\" class=\"markdown markdown-main-panel enable-updated-hr-color\" dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\">Belarus is sacred. Pavel Sevyarynets. A collection of prison drawings, poems and sayings by Pavel Sevyarynets.  <\/p>\n<p class=\"markdown markdown-main-panel enable-updated-hr-color\" dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\">From the author:<\/p>\n<p class=\"markdown markdown-main-panel enable-updated-hr-color\" dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\"><em>&#8220;Belarus in prison feels like a lost paradise.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"markdown markdown-main-panel enable-updated-hr-color\" dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\"><em>Some days you remember the hills on the horizon until you faint &#8211; as if the earth is breathing. The shadows from the streetlights on the sidewalks tremble in your memory. The silvery flow of the river glistens, making you squint. You evoke the smell of wildflowers under the hot sun &#8211; as if you were brewing herbs. You close your eyes &#8211; and the faces of lovely people shine.      <\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"markdown markdown-main-panel enable-updated-hr-color\" dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\"><em>At night, you can see the Belarusian forest with white mushrooms in the oak groves or the family drinking tea in the kitchen at home. <\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"markdown markdown-main-panel enable-updated-hr-color\" dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\"><em>You pray, and God opens your heart with images of Belarus.  <\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"markdown markdown-main-panel enable-updated-hr-color\" dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\"><em>In the summer of 2021, my wife Volya wrote to the prison in Mogilev: she received a letter from me. My three-year-old son burst into tears: why does mommy have a letter from dad, but he doesn&#8217;t? <\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"markdown markdown-main-panel enable-updated-hr-color\" dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\"><em>I thought about it. I didn&#8217;t write because my son was small. But, it turned out, he was starting to understand.  <\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"markdown markdown-main-panel enable-updated-hr-color\" dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\"><em>And then I decided: I will send my Francis pictures of Belarusian churches, sayings and poems so that he can learn to read in Belarusian.<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"markdown markdown-main-panel enable-updated-hr-color\" dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\"><em>Thus, from the tears of a child, a book was born.<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"markdown markdown-main-panel enable-updated-hr-color\" dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\"><em>Volya made postcards and calendars from the drawings and sayings for all the following years.<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"markdown markdown-main-panel enable-updated-hr-color\" dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\"><em>And it was harder with the poems. After &#8220;The Ballad of Heavenly Eyes&#8221; appeared online for the new year 2024, my letters with poems started to disappear. <\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"markdown markdown-main-panel enable-updated-hr-color\" dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\"><em>I had to memorize the poems I had written and repeat them once a week so as not to forget them \u2014 because I knew that all the notes would be taken away when I left prison anyway.<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"markdown markdown-main-panel enable-updated-hr-color\" dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\"><em>On the night of December 13, 2025, they took everything, down to the last line.<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"markdown markdown-main-panel enable-updated-hr-color\" dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\"><em>When I was taken to Ukraine with a sack on my head and without documents, and then through Poland to Vilnius, I recollected poems from memory, collected all the drawings and sayings I had previously sent to the relatives in one book: &#8220;Belarus is sacred.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"markdown markdown-main-panel enable-updated-hr-color\" dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\"><em>Because even here, abroad, Belarus is a lost paradise for us, to which we strive to return.<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"markdown markdown-main-panel enable-updated-hr-color\" dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\"><em>Every Belarusian in Poland, Lithuania, Ukraine, America, Canada, Spain, France, Italy, Germany, and any other country has a little light in their heart. A whole candle. Sacred.  <\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"markdown markdown-main-panel enable-updated-hr-color\" dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\"><em>Sacred \u2014 separated by God for eternal life. I believe Belarus will live in eternity. Free and bright.  <\/em><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\"><em>And for this, thank the Lord God.<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"markdown markdown-main-panel enable-updated-hr-color\" dir=\"ltr\" aria-live=\"polite\"><em>He loves us very, very much \u2014 and wants every one of His children to be sacred.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Pavel Sevyarynets&#8217; book &#8220;Belarus is Sacred&#8221; is not just a collection of poems and reflections, it is a real spiritual spark of light. The book was born from letters and poems written in prison, and preserves hope, faith in eternity and love for one&#8217;s Motherland. 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