Murder story of Belynichi Jews in the Neroplya Ravine

I was born in Neroplya and I was young at the beginning of the war, but I remember not badly what happened. On the outskirts of our village there was a procurement office where my father, Anton Orlovskiy, worked. He used to visit us almost every day. His office used to buy, from the people and from the collective farms, and store potatoes, vegetables, and grain and, then, distribute them throughout the country. The head of the office was a Jew named Aron, from Bykhov. When the war began, Aron came to my mother Vera several times. Once Aron asked Mamma to take care of some of his belongings. Mamma asked why he wasn’t going anywhere. He replied: “I can’t.” He had a family, children and a wife.... They brought the Jewish men from Belynichi here, to Neroplya, in several large covered trucks. There were more than 100 [of the men]. The trucks were packed with people. They were collected under the pretext that they were being taken for work. The men had saws and axes with them. Aron was among them. They were guarded by Germans and local policemen. The men were lined up next to a pit. They cut down the trees there so that what they were doing could be seen well. A German shot people with a machine-gun.