The Ukrainians murdered 9 Poles. „On April 2, 1943, the Ukrainians burst into uncle Polik, and this is where the nephews came to meet, where who is supposed to be on guard today and they only entered the house, they did not even manage to take the weapons hidden at their uncle, as the Ukrainians brutally fell in, opened the door and stabbed a rifle and immediately put four of them on the spot, and the rest of them got so beaten, stabbed with daggers that Szczepanko, aged 16, had 14 knives stuck in his chest, and Mietkowi and Marian had bones broken in his legs and hands that it was impossible to get dressed. Probably Marian had a revolver in his pocket and he shot himself and killed 4 Ukrainians, but they took their own, and then one of them gave it up. Hearing these shots at my uncle Polik, my father, who came from Wysocki Kazimierz, because he had bought a horse from him, but he sat down and my mother gave him dinner, but he quickly left the house, and three bandits are already driving down the street. He fell to the ground and moved to the basement and was lying, and they went to the window and noticed that his father was not at home, they threw grenades into the house, and mother, hearing these shots, knelt down and prayed aloud: who will take care of his Lord. And sister Lodzia, lying on the bed in the kitchen, breastfed her daughter Basia, and this grenade fell into the cradle itself, hurt her mother's right leg with buttock and the right hand, two lower fingers were bounced. Her shoes are full of blood, they are splashing from the shoe, the house is on fire, and my mother is taking out clothes, pillows and what can save. She finally faints from the loss of blood. The boat throws from the bed to the floor and the fragment falls straight into her left eye, and the child has nothing but a quilt on top, and the whole chopped boat has gained strength and somehow dragged her mother to the neighbors with the child. But she was supposed to go home herself to get something, it was already full of bandits in the yard. They harness horses to carts, load everything from the apartment and pantry, grain from the warehouse, and start smoking. The cattle were taken out, and Lodzia, seeing it, returned to the baby and mother. In a moment, the entire farm is on fire”.

source: Żurek Stanisław, „75th anniversary of the genocide – April 1943”; in: portal: Volhynia — web page: btx.home.pl [accessible: 2021.02.04]

source: Wolf Józefa z. d Zawilska, „Memories”; in: portal: Volhynia pages — web page: free.of.pl [accessible: 2021.04.11]

Leokadia Grzybowska is hard to accept the waste of everything that was in her Aleksandrówka near Lutsk. Half of the inhabitants were Zawilski, the family of sons and brothers of her grandmother Aleksandra, after whom the village was named. Today there is no road to Aleksandrówka. We go there, using the map that the Volhynians drew on the basis of pre–war plans, because there is no trace of Polish towns. We ride along the forest, then through the middle of the field. We have the impression that we are getting lost, but the former inhabitant of these lands, along the line of forests and signs known only to her, shows the way. We get to Aleksandrówka. A smooth field around, not plowed and not sown. – In the spring, when it was plowed, this land smelled of bread – says Leokadia Grzybowska. – The land was beautiful, with orchards, beautiful flowers, apiaries next to each house, huge fields of ripe grapes. The Ukrainians destroyed everything. There were export mills here that grind flour for export. Volhynia flour was considered the best. Leokadia Grzybowska can, she says, thank the Ukrainians that she is blind, and her leg and side are full of traces of grenade fragments, which a neighbor named Wołoszyn threw into her house on April 2, 1943. She remembers her father saying: „Always remember, brother far away, sister far away, and the neighbor behind”. And it was this neighbor who said later that he felt sorry for Lodz and Antosia, he wanted to kill only his father. Leokadia Grzybowska has many Ukrainian friends. It leads us to Mykola Stasiuk. His parents hid Irene, whose mother died in the field, shot dead. Irenka lay with her mother for a long time, but when she realized that she was dead, she ran to the Stasiuk family. She knew them because she and Mykola had fun together. – I was still little. It was a terrible banditry. It's not our way – says Stasiuk. Two weeks later, his mother took Irenka to the Poles in Lutsk. Irena still lives in Poland and two years ago she came to thank him.

source: Żurek Stanisław, „75th anniversary of the genocide – April 1943”; in: portal: Volhynia — web page: btx.home.pl [accessible: 2021.02.04]

source: Nowakowska Jadwiga, „Reconciliation in the cemetery”; in: „Wprost”, in: No. 28/2003 — web page: www.wprost.pl [accessible: 2021.04.11]

The Ukrainians murdered 60‑year‑old Amelia Lisowska on the road.

source: Żurek Stanisław, „75th anniversary of the genocide – May 1943, Spring 1943”; in: portal: Volhynia — web page: wolyn.org [accessible: 2021.02.04]