(Korostova, Khmelnytskyi Oblast, 1933).
People were dying in the street, in the street. In 1933, I was eight years old, my brother was ten. I was only watching how people were going in the street and dying. Dying terribly. My father’s brother had six children; they were starving very much, very much. There was hunger. It was terrible. People were dying by the fence. They were going, asking: Have mercy, have mercy. Give anything... So, people gave them something. My mother was sorry for them and she was giving something.Anna Hryciw