Murder story of Dnepropetrovsk Jews in the Krasnopovstancheskaya Ravine

...We lived until October 13, 1941 in fear for our lives and the lives of our children... I remember as if it were now, it was a cold October morning. There was rain mixed with snow. At 6 a.m. they knocked on our door and told him [my husband] to pack items for me and our child and [for the three of us] to go to Karl Marx Street to the Lux [department] store, supposedly all the Jews were being assembled and forced to pay a fine. When I came with our child to the store, there were a lot of Jews there already. Among them were old people and women with nursing infants. The huge four-store building was full of people. At the entrance people's belongings and foodstuffs were taken away, whoever did not want to give them up was beaten by the SS-men. Since I did not have any belongings, I was not forced to go into the store. I stood near the store in a column composed of about 5,000 people. Suddenly I saw my mother and little brother being taken toward the store since they had some possessions. I started to plead to be let through and to push toward them but policemen would not let me. Nevertheless, I succeeded in slipping in and started to search for my mother on various floors. With difficulty I found her. She did not know where Father was since he had resisted and did not go. We were all driven out of store onto the street, lined up 6 in a row, and surrounded by gendarmes and policemen. Then my mother said that we should somehow give my daughter Lenochka to some acquaintances so that they could take her to my husband. Near me I saw my neighbor I. I. Atamanyuk, who was lookig for his (Jewish) wife and their child, and I asked him to take Lenochka. When we were taken away, I saw that we were being followed by my husband, who was carrying Lenochka. When we were going along Karl Liebknecht Street (I was walking on the side) an acquaintance of my husband (a Russian), Volodya Yefimov, jumped toward me and told me to take off my armband without being noticed and escape since he had learned that we were going to be slaughtered. He gave me his address and said that I should go there. But I did not want to leave my mother and brother. When my mother learned why Volodya had come, she begged me to flee for the sake of my daughter Lenochka: "In any case, you can not help us," [she said]. I walked with them for a long time and saw how relatives were forced to carry on stretchers the ill and old people who could not walk. A truck with old people and children also passed us. I saw a man in this truck who jumped to his feet and slit his throat with a razor ... however, a German pushed him back into the body of the truck so that noone could see him. At Yuryevskaya Street, without being noticed, I lagged behind the column [to escape] and then proceeded to the address that had been given to me by Yefimov....