the present, we have enough. We shan't be able to dispose of the.bodies. Take him home and see to it that you get him home alive." We went back. On the way we were stopped many times. One bandit on horseback stopped, questioned us, and, when he found out the facts, said: "Well, look out, don't kill any more, or you will suffer yourselves."
IV. Testimony of the Son of a Murdered Shoemaker, Simon Pogrebizhsky: Israel, Aged 13
The killing took place on Saturday, May 17, at 10 A.M. Four men knocked on the door. It was opened to them. Among them was Fedorovsky/ personally known to Israel, and three whom he did not know, but who were local people according to the statement of neighbors. All those who entered were armed with rifles. Two of them were in civilian clothes. They began to demand money. Fedorovsky shouted: "If you want to live, give me a thousand rubles." This amount was in the house, and Simon gave it to them. Then Fedorovsky bade him show him the cellar, as he said, in order to hunt for communists. The other started. His son Jacob, a gymnasium student of the sixth class, fifteen years old, asked: "Can I go, too?" "Why not? Come along," said Fedorovsky. As soon as father and son entered the cellar they began to load their guns. Understanding what it meant, the unhappy wretches ran down the steps and succeeded in slamming the door. Then Fedorovsky cried: "If you don't open up, we will kill the children that are left in the house." The father opened the door and instantly they brought him down in his tracks with shots. Having done their job, they returned to the house again, where four children were left, of whom the oldest, who told the story, was thirteen, the youngest seven. They began to demand more money, threatening to kill them. There was a little more money in the house, which they took; they also carried off the leather that was on hand and several other things. They were not satisfied with this and demanded money again. The children swore that they had no more. Then Fedorovsky seized the child of seven by the neck, threw him violently on the floor, and departed.
ISRAEL POGREBIZHSKY.
V. Testimony of Abram Skenderov
On Saturday, May 17, at 4 A.M., there was a knocking at our house. My son David, 18 years old, opened the door, and four
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soldiers rushed in to the room with the cry: "Communists, Jews, just such little fellows were on the front yesterday." They began to pillage. Then they stood my son up against a wall. He ransomed himself, giving them seven thousand rubles. About 12 o'clock another gang knocked once more. David, the same son who opened the door before, opened to them. They killed him instantly on the spot. Then they ran into the rooms, and, without demanding or saying anything, killed in the corridor eighteen people, men and women. By accident my son Judah escaped; he was wounded in the hand and fell, and they apparently thought he was dead. My other boy, who hid under a bed, was killed afterwards, when they began to turn the rooms upside down, looking for more Jews. They found him and sent 15 bullets into him. This boy, named Hesia, was only thirteen years old. Among the slain were my wife, Lieba-Reizia, my daughter, aged 16, my son David, aged 18, and Boruch, aged 14; also ten persons of the Ostrovsky family and three strangers.