Beasts in cassocks - End Time Deception

the knife falling on the condemned's neck and, after the head fell into
the pit, one could hear: ''Oh, to have it over with. . . . Lord, for-
give and receive me." .
. . Here, too, were brought people who had
gone through hell fire. Not only women, but men were seen with
flesh hacked and torn, hanging in shreds.
Without a word, two men came over to me, tore off my clothes, and
put me at the rear of the line. In front of me were from one hundred
and fifty to two hundred people. This meant that my turn would come
in about forty minutes, or an hour at the most. They "worked" very
rapidly. The head w^ould fall into the pit of itself and the corpse fol-
lowed it into another pit nearby. The pit for the heads had been dug
behind the stump. .
. . Standing
in line, and also moving forwrad
mechanically, I bade farewell in my thoughts to my wife and relatives,
and prayed and prepared to meet my murdered babies. I had come
quite near the stump . . . when looking behind me, I saw that I was
no longer the last. There were more people behind me. Suddenly I
heard an exclamation : "Dudikoff is here ! Why were you in such a
hurry to bring him? His case has not yet been
him back." A shudder ran through my frame.
disposed of. Take
I was prepared to
die. ... I had made peace with the thought that the knife, which
was ascending and descending, held salvation for me from all further
tortures.—The knife meant the end ! No longer would I see, hear, or
suffer agony. Now, suddenly, the tortures loomed up before me.
I was to go through the ordeal all over again
Naked as I was, I was taken out of the line, to the fence. There
a strong, tall man insisted : "You stole the money and handed it over
to your brother." "No," I replied, "I did not." "You are a counter-
revolutionary." "No," I replied again. "You are a spy of Skoropadsky
and Petlura." "No." With a strong hand he took hold of me
and clutched my back with tongs. I felt a horrible pain, something
burning into me, and fell senseless. When I came to, I was again
living on the floor of my prison cell, which was dyed red with my blood,
and my back was burning as if on fire. The strong man had not only
pinched my back with his tongs, but had torn out a piece of my flesh.
That was why I suffered such intense agony and that was responsible
for the blood on the floor. For a whole w^eek they left me in peace
but they refused to give me any clothes. The water they brought me
f would not drink, despite my terrible thirst. I dipped my fingers
into it and then put them to my mouth to quench the thirst, arid us€:d
the water to wash my wound. -^ .^^dJ jt
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