Murder Story of Dolhinow Jews at the Krochmalnia Starch Factory

This unfortunate day came, two days before the Passover, at the end of March 1942. In the morning, mother was milking the cow and heard a noise, screams, machine guns, shots. She immediately gave up milking, ran into the house with the words: 'Children, run away, the end!' Of course, we were ready, dressed, but somehow we ran in different directions. I held my mother's hand, my father ran in another direction, the younger and older brothers – in another. … We could not run far and for a long time, because there was shooting around, people, like flies, fell near us. But our house was the last on this street, behind it there was a hayfield, which was now covered with snow, … and we managed to run across it, and then there was some kind of wood, large bushes and a garden that belonged to a Polish captain or general, I don’t remember exactly. There was his house and next to the house, about 100 meters away, there was a barn, where they kept hay, straw. … the Germans were already around. We fell down immediately [in the barn], so that no one could see us, it was me, my mother and cousins… . We fell there and lay waiting for the dark. … Then we heard shouts and saw: in the road, Germans and policemen drove a crowd of children, women - young and old. They began to drive the old ones into the river, and the others began to undress. Later I found out: they were stripping to pick up clothes — they thought that Jews hid gold or jewels in it. There were a lot of Jewish young girls there, and they were even forced to dance around, and then everyone was driven into a barn and burned down. A little time passed, we hear, somehow it became quiet, and then we saw smoke and felt the smell of meat and bones. Then we all understood, but were afraid to raise his head. We lay in the snow and breathed this smoke and smell…