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Jews were Shmuel Vayngarten, Meyer
Tseylingold, Yakov Gelibter, Shtrocher, and
Melamed. This was on a Wednesday.
A month after we moved in with my aunt, the
Germans began to seize people. It was then the
murderers seized my father, Motl Astik; my uncles
Kalman, Yoel, and Mite Bialer; my cousin Yoel
Ginzburg; and many others; altogether about 400
men. And the Mercedes autos took them to their
deaths, which took place near Yoyne Ladiner's
mill
A month later, the murderers began to seize
women, too.
It was then that we decided to build a schron,
where we hid whenever we got the signal that
another seizure was to take place.
I see before my eyes the dreadful instance
when my cousin Chasye went out to buy some
bread from a gentile and the Germans saw her.
They caught her, took her to the office of the
commandant of the Gestapo, and there sentenced
her to death. On the way to be shot, the 16-year old
Chasye immediately became gray-haired. She was
shot at the district commissar's office, together
with two other girls, Rani and Chame Melamed
(daughters of Dovid and Rivke Melamed), 12 and
13 years old, respectively. The commissar read
the "sentence" before the Judenrat and the Ukrainian
population.
Another dreadful memory is about one of our
married cousins, who, in a tragic moment, suffocated
her own child. This happened when the
gendarmes were searching for her hiding place
and the baby began to cry. But even then, she was
not able to evade her own terrible fate.
In such a manner, days passed in fear and in
pain, as time went on endlessly. When my aunt
Malke died at that time, people wept at her funeral,
not because she had died, but because they
themselves did not have the privilege of dying a
natural death, as she had.
And then came the last act, after the High
Holy Days, when all the Jews who had not run
away the previous night were slaughtered; my
mother Beyle and my brothers Avrom and Leybl
also among them.
As for myself, I escaped on the night when
I was caught in the cellar. I wrenched myself
out of the hands of the murderers and ran to a
nearby village, having in my possession a Ukrainian
passport.