confrontations and personal confessions of vasyura's colleagues.n the command was given, the barn was set on fire, which was done. blacksmith joseph kaminsky. several more children were saved in khatyn. sasha zhelobkhovich managed to escape when the village was surrounded. vitizhe lobkovich's mother covered her body with her body. thus, she gave him life twice. sonya yaskevich managed to go to her aunt in a neighboring village. her brother volodya hid in a potato hole. i don’t remember how long i sat in the pit, but it was already evening when i i heard a trumpet signal. i realized that the punitive forces were leaving our village. then i crawled out of the hole, the whole village was burning, and ran into the forest, thinking that my relatives and the rest of the village residents were hiding from the punitive forces in the forest. i ran through the forest, screaming, but no one responded. then i went. to the village to visit his uncle. the next day, march 23, 1943 , uncle yaskevich joseph and i went to the village of khatyn. the barn in which the

destroying the civilian population of children, when i looked at the criminal... cases, the same vasyuraady had a small daughter, his daughter was born before the war, and that is, he was already a father who must have had some kind of parental feelings, he just watched his children burn, that is, i don’t understand this, when we were working on this film, we were recording in grodno investigator who led these criminal cases, and he told how they arrested lakusta, he lived in donetsk, he was a miner, well, he was in good standing ... at work and his daughter, who was studying at the institute at that time, headed some kind of organization there komsomol, when she found out, she wanted to throw herself out of the window, they barely restrained her, this girl, that is, for her it was a shock, and i understand, because she grew up in ignorance, for her dad was the dearest, closest, the most beloved person, she will know this truth, for sure dad said that he fought, defended his homeland and performed heroic deeds, of course. of course , or the same kotriuk, they call him the last executione

onto a birch tree, and i screamed like a fool and wandered around dejectedly, where are you vasya, vasyuraon as usual, and i was crying like a fool, tears were streaming down my cheekbones, in my soul. it was gloomy , why do people feel bad, compared to this, i ’m just happy, i only have a mortgage and four divorces, the house is about a kilometer away, the car stopped working, and my husband immediately suggested to me that he should drive, and i pushed. and i i pushed like a fool, i resisted like a fool, right without a smoke break, i pushed for a kilometer, when i finished pushing, i found out the whole truth, my husband had gasoline. i saved money to go fishing , my husband called me to the dacha, it needs to be completed urgently, he said that he would saw, plan, and i would sit, smell flowers, and i planed like a fool, nailed like a fool, turned like a fool, mahler, that... hurray and i didn’t have to play around for anything for 3 days, and my beloved chacha was drinking chacha as a neighbor in the dacha, i finally met him, the one i dreamed of and proposed to me, him i started feed