jews from gaina and lagoisk met in the tract; they were taken up in groups of 10-15 people.nd of calvary, the last meters of life for thousands of civilians. and they they waited, sat peacefully, waited for their turn, when the time came for them to be shot, and the barber was next to them. without thinking twice, he slashed one of the guards in the throat and shouted and ran. run from the interrogation report of former policeman ivan viktorovich savochkin, not reaching 150 meters from the place of execution , i saw one person run from the earthen quarry at the beginning, and then several more, rifle fire was opened on those running away as soon as they started shooting at them, several jews who were being escorted ran away we also started shooting at them, at that time there were few policemen left near the pit, about 30 of us ran, the remaining policemen opened fire on us, several people were killed and wounded, and i had to jump over the corpse of a dead woman who was running ahead of me to escape. into the forest, i also saved three of my children while escaping from bei

will be a four-lane concrete highway with a speed limit of 120 km/h, as well as a bridge over the gaina crossings, a transport interchange near khotyn and modern recreation areas. the republic's correspondents looked at how construction was going on. love unexpectedly arrived directly on social networks. a smiling, white-toothed handsome man with luxurious hair visited the page of the sb belarus journalist today. he reported to the american pilot michael. the charm was confirmed by photographs with a touching puppy, qualification by photographs in the cockpit of an airplane in a uniform cap. and after 3 days he swore his love and promised to take him to america. then everything unfolded according to the already well-known pattern. the groom decided to give a gift, but to pay the fee for it, the bride had to transfer a tidy sum to a foreign bank account. how did it end? a love story for money, read on the pages of sb belarus today. almost everything we do online leaves a digital footprint. at one point, the internet turned from a place of complete anonymity into a zone of constant collec