Iryna
Harashyna

Iryna Harashyna lived in Mazyr before her arrest. She has two minor daughters. With her family, Iryna has repeatedly traveled to exotic countries, with even local Mazyr press writing reports about them.

The woman was detained on August 23, 2021, for commenting on posts in a Telegram channel that has been designated extremist. Iryna was sentenced to two years of imprisonment in a penal colony.

Find Iryna's current address on her PERSONAL PAGE at the Viasna Human Rights Center website. Click SEND A POSTCARD to support her and sign a postcard for the political prisoner.

The Dawn

Today I’ve suddenly awared:
Alone I am not meant to be!
Of cherished thoughts there is a share
Which wanders over mild sea.

Thy thoughts, they’re reaching me, surmounting
A hundred miles of barricades.
They whisper in my ear, shouting:
“Decline will come whilst one awaits!”

Decline of agony and tortures,
And tolls – no longer have I frights.
I clearly see the end to butchers,
To those responsible for crimes!

And after lifelong cherished lul,
There will be paradise and peace.
Like phoenix, at the break of dawn
The joy will rise, the one we miss.

In language and poems, in bright people that are in dark places, — Belarus Lives.

Iryna
Harashyna

Iryna Harashyna lived in Mazyr before her arrest. She has two minor daughters. With her family, Iryna has repeatedly traveled to exotic countries, with even local Mazyr press writing reports about them.

The woman was detained on August 23, 2021, for commenting on posts in a Telegram channel that has been designated extremist. Iryna was sentenced to two years of imprisonment in a penal colony.

Find Iryna's current address on her PERSONAL PAGE at the Viasna Human Rights Center website. Click SEND A POSTCARD to support her and sign a postcard for the political prisoner.

The Dawn

Today I’ve suddenly awared:
Alone I am not meant to be!
Of cherished thoughts there is a share
Which wanders over mild sea.

Thy thoughts, they’re reaching me, surmounting
A hundred miles of barricades.
They whisper in my ear, shouting:
“Decline will come whilst one awaits!”

Decline of agony and tortures,
And tolls – no longer have I frights.
I clearly see the end to butchers,
To those responsible for crimes!

And after lifelong cherished lul,
There will be paradise and peace.
Like phoenix, at the break of dawn
The joy will rise, the one we miss.

In language and poems, in bright people that are in dark places, — Belarus Lives.