tosya shikhmetova, who had secretly made her way into the deserted house, now cautiously looked out thewere no children, no teacher, and no truck into which they were being pushed. tosya sank to the floor and leaned against the wall, crying quietly. the horror that we had to endure was still before our eyes: crying children, many screaming: suddenly someone’s steps were heard. tosya listened. someone walked along the corridor and opened the doors to the rooms. tosya rushed towards the chest that stood next to the bed. having barely managed to get there, the door to the room opened. someone entered it, and not finding anyone,... went further along the corridor, and she climbed out of this chest and jumped out of the orphanage through the window, she was sheltered by a family in the village of slovatichim and in the year forty-four my great-grandfather, her father arrived in these slovaks found her there. in the prevailing wartime conditions , blood was taken from children for wounded german soldiers, and they took it uncontrollably without any standards until they lost consciousness. i c