Eyewitnesses’ testimony

Ljudmila Zavorotnaja

27.07.2011

Ljudmila Zavorotnaja
I saw it firsthand.
Today I received the next issue of "Jewish News." I have read it and could not sleep, because I was excited about the article “The monument for children, who where shot at Babyn Yar”. Children were not only killed. I remember, how they were herded together - a lot of little and elder children, who were covered with a tarpaulin and poisoned with something in a few minutes!!!

Valentin Bubnov

27.07.2011

 Valentin Bubnov

When the war started, I was about six years old.

Mom and Dad were very busy at work, so Marusja, a girl from the village, was looking after me. She was a twelve years older than me and did all house work. I spent hours playing in the huge basement, in our tremendous backyard on the Dmitrievskaja street , 16, near Jewbaz (so called Jewish Market in Kyiv).
The first day of the war, I remember for all me life. Explosions of bombs, volleys of anti-aircraft guns, sirens - all this cacophony stunned me.

Doba Belozovskaja

26.07.2011

My parents were ordinary people, father worked on the squashed-presscake station (zhomootkormochnom). There were seven children in our family: three brothers and four sisters. I was the fourth and was born in 1912. I came to Kyiv in 1933, I studied on the workers' faculty and soon got married. We lived in a 13-meter room on the Chkalova street, 25. On the first day of the war I went to my mother, who lived on Tverskaja street. There was also my sister with her deaf child. The Nazis entered the city.

Konstantin Belous

26.07.2011

I was born in Kyiv in 1928. My fullname was Lev Borisovich Pinzoveckij. I studied at school #18. My father, Boris Samojlovich Pinzoveckij, worked as a head of department in the post office; mother, Genja Samojlovna Libova , kept the house and looked after nine children. We were not rich, but we were satisfied and clothed. That was our address: Podol, the Nizhnij Val street, 23.

Genja Batasheva

20.07.2011

On the 28th of September on the walls of all buildings was the order: “All Jews of Kyiv must gather at the corner of Melnik and Djagterevskaja street. The night was as in a fog. Mom bundled our belongings, and we were sent to sleep to the neighbors. Early in the morning we hit the trail. We went on Artem street. Children, women, old people, small carts with bags. Everyone moved , but nobody knew where and for what. Terrible picture. We met in the crowd our relatives and friends.