We continue to acquaint readers with the conditions of serving punishment in the temporary detention facilities of the Viciebsk region. Vasily Beresnev, a human rights activist, a member of the BHC told us about how he was sitting in Vorša.

According to the court's decision, Mr. Beresnev was one of the organizers of the March of the "no-monkeys" in Vorša on March 12. I left the local temporary detention facility for 14 days.

I used to sit in 2006. So I met many familiar militiamen. So they chose a good camera for me.

In general, the Vorša IVS is considered the best, exemplary in Belarus. It was recently built. Although the insulator is also new, but already muddled, jammed, spit. The schedule says that every week you need to do a general cleaning, but no one did it.

The camera, which I got into, was designed for two people, but I actually sat out like a loner. Twice only a short while they sat down others when everything was overcrowded. Then I was transferred several times from the cell to the cell, but there I was alone. The guards told me that there was such an order that the political had no contacts.

When brought to the cell, there was a pud of mud in it. I demanded a rag, other accessories and tools. Washed, cleaned, washed the sink, washed the toilet. And before that there was nothing to breathe there.

The camera was 6 meters long and 3 meters wide - 18 squares of total area. The toilet is in the corner, fenced off by a barrier. Toilet paper was not given, and instead of it, if you really asked, you gave some old magazine, glossy. There was no soap, either.

They gave me bed sheets. Lingerie began to give out, just how we were brought. Until then, there were neither sheets, nor pillowcases, nor towels. A full set of laundry was received not only by me, but also by others, including those administratively detained. People then said: you are political, and thanks to you we were given sleeping accessories.

The bed was a roughly welded two-story metal frame. On it was a mattress. This mattress, apparently, after the war. And, maybe, and pre-war. He was very dirty, all down. But I was lucky - I could use two mattresses, so a little less metal was felt. And the sheets and pillow cases looked as though they had been used for more than a decade, but even these have not been issued before. And the pillow is very small, such that if you squeeze it, you can put it in your pocket.

There was a window in the cell. It was a corrugated glass - double or triple, which allowed little light. As the sun rose - it broke out a little. The electric light was constantly burning in the cell, but such that it was difficult to read - my eyes grew tired.

There was no airing of the room. Everything is clogged there. The air is stale.

There was a radio. But the news did not include any news. The music was playing, but quietly - it did not cut too much ears.

Every morning and evening there was a shmona - checked. The brigade came into the cell, taped the walls, climbed everywhere, looked to see that there were probably no explosives; Or maybe they were looking for drugs. From the camera during the test was not output. I did not give myself a touch, I told them: I have nothing to touch.

When I came, I looked at their instructions on the door. The instruction, I see that it is not the one that should be. I then asked to bring me the law, to which the instruction link. They refused to answer that they did not have written documents, only in electronic form. Then I told them that I would write to the prosecutor. After that, I was summoned to a meeting with the head of the IVS.

The chief was polite, smiling. He said that this law will not give me, because he is for criminals. And in the IVS, 95% are administrative. In criminal cases there are units, only some that are under investigation. And only for them these instructions are suitable.

Allowed phone calls. I wrote a statement - they took me out, I called. I could only call on my home phone.

I have made walks, which there was practically not there before, although there is an equipped place for them. They started to take people out for a walk.

Transfers - they gave. But not everything was possible. Newspapers are only registered. They tried to give me the trade-union newspaper, REP, it was not allowed. But "Narodnaya Volya" was brought to the Komsomol, "Arguments and Facts". And they themselves do not have any newspaper files - neither local Vorša, nor "Soviet Belarus."

There is a small library. Something took from there, and then they brought me from home. I played with myself in checkers - I had a book with combinations there. Was engaged in gymnastics. He kept a diary - writing materials were allowed.

The shower was allowed once a week. I went twice. Nobody shouted to me faster, I washed myself as much as I wanted.

As for food, it was prison. The first day did not eat at all. For breakfast they gave porridge cooked on the water, and a mug of boiling water. At dinner there were, for example, sour cabbage soup from the old cabbage, which is probably still the time of perestroika. On the second - cabbage already stewed, or porridge or pasta. There was still some fish cutlet, but not always. And for dinner - porridge, and could give a jelly. I asked what their exit rate was. They replied that they do not know, they are distributed by eye. But they gave me plenty of bread. Nothing was given from vitamins. No vegetables, nothing. But in fact some people sit there for a long time. They told us how several Ukrainians sat there for six months - so with such nutrition during this time you can get sick with zingo.

While there was in the IVS, none of the representatives of bodies that should control food, everyday life, sanitary conditions, did not come. Nobody comes - no judge, although sent there, no sanitation. Do not go and the prosecutor - never seen him. And no one heard that the prosecutor came - and it's his duty to watch, as there.

The only thing from the district department of internal affairs came the deputy, who apparently just looked at me. He came - stood, was silent, then said: "Have you sat many times?" - "Now the second time", - I answer. And all - he left.