Publication Place: Беласток
Publication Date: 2001
Editor: Глагоўская Галена, Харужы Вячаслаў
Publisher: Białoruskie Towarzystwo Historyczne
Publishing/ Printing House: Offset-Print, Białystok
Sizes: 200с., іл., 21см
ISBN: 83-915029-1-0
Category: History; Society; Biographies; Memoirs
Copyright © 2001 by Białoruskie Towarzystwo Historyczne
Book Collection: KAMUNIKAT — this site (online version); BTH — the library of the Belarusian Historical Association, ul. Proletariacka 11, Białystok (hardcopy); EEDC — the library of the East European Democratic Centre, ul. Proletariacka 11, Białystok (hardcopy); MiOKB — the library of the Belarusian Culture Community and Museum, ul. 3 Maja 42, Hajnówka (hardcopy); private library in Bialystok (hardcopy)
Copy Numbers: BTH — [373], [372]; EEDC — [3211]; MiOKB — [10548], [10549]
Call Number: XIII.6
Supplementary Data: Zrealizowano przy pomocy finansowej Ministerstwa Kultury i Dziedzictwa Narodowego i Mirosławy Bubluk --
Stories About Life in Exile By Maryan Petsyukevich From a Braslau district village through Siberia to Poland is the brief description of the life path of ethnographer Maryan Petsyukevich, whose memoirs of life in Siberia saw the light recently. The author wrote his stories in the 1970s and 1980s, when he lived in Torun, Poland. A long distance from Belarus and the Polish environment did not erode Petsyukevich's ethnic identity. Quite the contrary, the ethnographer never compromised his Belarusian roots and remained a Belarusian until the last days of his life. He left a rich legacy of publications on ethnography, memoirs and letters. They are present in the spiritual heritage of the Belarusians regardless of their place of residence. For instance, in one of his stories the ethnographer recalls the burial of convict Urbanovich in 1950: "As soon as his coffin descended into the grave, all those present, mostly other exiled persons, threw three handfuls of earth as a traditional farewell sign. Siberia residents present at the ceremony observed our traditions with a great interest and admiration. The deceased man's family, his wife and daughter, invited many of those present to the funeral dinner, which I attended together with my wife. During the somber dinner ( … ) I made a speech. Recalling the departed, I talked about our situation and the insult that Bolsheviks caused to us, innocent people. Everyone was moved to tears. Later, police summoned me to the commandant's office for an interrogation
Belarusian publishers: Беларускае Гістарычнае Таварыства
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