The Ukrainian Jewish Family Album
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Holodomor<br />
Sima Medved<br />
Photo taken in: Orativ village, Kyiv region, 1934<br />
Interviewer: Ella Orlikova<br />
I’m sitting, third from the left, with the best collective farmers of Orativ<br />
village. <strong>The</strong>re was an unbelievable famine in the village and in all of Ukraine.<br />
Carrots I found in the fields were my main food for a long time. When we<br />
received the order to give everything to the state, including the last stocks<br />
of grain, we hid two kilos of wheat so that nobody could find it. Women<br />
were crying, ‘We shall die, we shall all starve to death,’ but I tried to cheer<br />
them up and said, ‘Hey, we shall live to bake pies.’ We all took care of each<br />
other.<br />
Basya Chayka<br />
Photo taken in: Kyiv, 1928<br />
Interviewer: Tatyana Chayka<br />
Me at two years old. From my<br />
preschool years, I have a strong<br />
memory of the famine of 1933,<br />
when in front of my own eyes a<br />
homeless child stole the bread<br />
that my mother had just received<br />
with her bread card. My mother<br />
began to cry, and I felt very<br />
scared.<br />
Mark Derbaremdiker<br />
Photo taken in: Kyiv, 1937<br />
Interviewer: Ella Orlikova<br />
Me as a student of the Institute of<br />
Light Industry. I remember the early<br />
1930s—the period of famine—very well.<br />
Many Jews in Berdychiv were starving.<br />
We had charity lunches at school and it<br />
was a big joy to see a piece of cabbage<br />
in our soup. Many people moved to<br />
bigger towns because they had better<br />
supplies and sent parcels with bread<br />
or crusts from there. When the parcels<br />
were delivered the bread inside was<br />
already covered with mold, but we ate<br />
it with pleasure. My father and older<br />
brother were working and received<br />
bread cards, so we managed somehow.<br />
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