Murder Story of Oboltsy Jews on the Bank of the Obolyanka River in Oboltsy

Description of the Shooting on June 4, 1942 and my escape from the pit shooting site On June 4, 1942, at 5 or 6 in the morning, the Hitlerites entered our apartment to "take care of us." We were still sleeping. I heard a commotion in the hall. I got up and said to my mother, "Wake up, they have come for us" and then, right away, we heard the voices of the Germans, those vile beasts. I only managed to put on my boots and dress, while all the others panicked and were left in their underwear. At that time, the Germans entered the room and ordered us to raise our hands and they took us into the hall. They started to demand Soviet money from us. I said that we didn't have any money. For that one German struck me on the head three times with a pitchfork. I did not reply, but began to look out the window to see whether there were any [German] patrols around the corner. I began to think in what direction it would be better to escape from those beasts. Just then, a German entered and ordered us to be taken away. They took us 30 meters from the place where there had once been a cellar and started to throw us live into a pit there. Before my eyes, they threw into the pit Mendel Prasmushkin and Tsilya Belkin and Masidoba Avrutina. They were shot but not killed. They were still moving. Zhenya Avrutina, a girl of 11, tried to run away. A German caught her and smashed her head with his rifle butt. I attempted to convince my brother, Boris Samuilovich Amburg, to try to escape with me, "It would be better to be killed on the way than to lie down in the pit while we are still alive." He replied, "I will never leave Mother." Our mother, Zina Amburg, said: "Run away and if you remain alive put up a monument [to us]." My last brother kissed me and said, "if you remain alive, visit our grave." At that time a German came up and grabbed my mother by the arm, while a second German approached my brother. At that time I began to run. Four Germans with automatic weapons pursued me, while others began to fire at me with rifles. Altogether there were 27 of those monsters and all of them were shooting at me from the corner... I looked ahead and a German was running toward me, but I didn't panic and turned left, leaving him behind. The forest was about 1 to 1.5 kilometers away. From this forest I ran to another, where I stayed until evening. In the evening, I began to wander around. I spent four days and nights alone in the woods. I entered the village of Kozigorka (in Tolochino County of the Oboltsy village council) where [my friend] Nastya Zverka lived. She bandaged my head. Then I went to the village of Pishchavino. There people told me where I could find the partisans. Roman Margai, a resident of that county, had told me about the partisans. On June 8, I joined a partisan unit, where my life has been continuing to this day. Together with my best comrades, Stalinist partisans, I am taking revenge and will continue to take revenge on our enemy. Blood for blood, death for death.