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“They gave a crazy New Year’s word. I took a glass and couldn’t get the word out. I wanted to lay out everything about the interrelated Christmas mechanism of Herod’s potentiation and the inevitability of the miracle. About the changes that await everyone, and may they work out for all of us. But the revulsion at the sublime had already taken my breath away. There was no truth that would unite us, and even if there had been, it was not with my lips and not for these people that it should resound….”

Jeva Viežnaviec’s first book, “The Path of the Petty Slavs,” has unfortunately been in the literary limbo of the digital age until now: seemingly existing, but scattered in private collections, seemingly brave and resonant, but bypassed by reviews, seemingly one of the most important books about where, for what and next to whom Belarusians are forced to live, but remaining in the shadow of “Pa što idzieš, voŭča?”. Meanwhile, Viežnaviec breaks our context in half. On women and on men. On the country she is possessed by, and on Bydlorussia, which kills. On the people of the idea and on the people whose name streets we walk and will walk. The author sees herself and all of us in this schism from which we are basking against the sun. What do you want? Not to be a petty scoundrel! But for now we’re just caving in, confusing our footsteps and losing our bearings. This is what the Path is all about.

“Jeva Viežnaviec is one of the most unique prose voices of today’s Belarus. She writes in a feminine way. She writes in a magical way. Her pen speaks to those who cannot or will not hold a pen themselves,”.

Ева Вежнавец, Jeva Viežnaviec, Yeva Vezhnavets, Ewa Wieżnowiec, Ева Вежновец, Jeva Vieznaviec, Eva Vezhnavets.