„Ukrainian partisans” were looking for young Polish women. In one house they shot Feliks Bulikowski and threw him into a well and severely beat the mother and son, because they did not want to reveal the hiding place of their daughters (sisters). Then they attacked the Styczyński family and beat their parents badly in search of their daughters. The Lewandowski family hid in the shelter day and night for two months.

source: Żurek Stanisław, „Calendar of the genocide – year 1943 June and the first half of the year”; in: portal: Volhynia — web page: wolyn.org [accessible: 2021.02.04]

We lived in the Funduma military settlement colony; next to it there was also a village with the same name, which no longer exists. In total, 260 people were murdered there.
The Ukrainians came to our house at night. But I always say that I am lucky because my parents and brother did not die from the ax, forks or other murderous instruments, but were simply shot. I don't remember much of it. When the shots were fired, I believe my mother — falling down — had to drag me with her. I have no idea what happened, but I definitely lost consciousness. I also don't know how long it lasted. I only woke up when my clothes started to burn. I crawled out from under my mom covered in blood. Back then, I didn't realize that my parents and brother were dead.
I remember my mom had her eyes open so I started jerking her but she wouldn't get up and come with me. I ran to the animal drinker to put out my thirst and then — crying — to the house next door so that the neighbors would help me wake my parents up. But a man stopped me there, locked me in a cupboard [e.g. free standing toilet] next to his flat and told me to be quiet. But how could I stay silent? I sat and cried. Most likely I fell asleep, I don't know how much time I spent there.
[The neighbor who hid me] oddly enough, it was a Ukrainian, but he had a Polish wife and probably two daughters. But when I came there then, I don't remember any children.
In Volhynia — apart from the Bandera followers — also the „axe‑wielders” were committing murders. This is what we used to call neighbors who could come to Poles during the day and eat dinner with them, and murder them at night. If the one I came to ask for help were an „axe‑wielder”, he would have thrown me alive into the fire. But he was a good man. If I am to owe my life to someone, it is primarily to God, because He saved me and this good Ukrainian.
After many years, when I came to Volhynia, I went to his house, because it still stands there today. I wanted to put up a cross there so that I would have a place to pray for my parents and for all those who were murdered then. I knocked on the door of that house and it turned out that the man's granddaughter opened it for me. She then said that her mother told me that only one little girl, who was three or three and a half years old, had survived from my home. Therefore, there are two versions of my date of birth. Besides, I'm not sure about the name either. All I know is my name.
I have a birth certificate issued by the municipal court in Zamość, which indicates that I was born in 1935. So during the slaughter I could not be three years old, but I think I was less than eight, because I would remember more about my life in Volhynia. The act was made for me by my father's friend, who probably didn't know our family members very well. My life is full of unknowns.
I don't know [how long I was hiding in Volhynia], exactly how long it lasted. A man came to me and took me to Włodzimierz. I remember we were walking at night and that we had to hide when we heard voices. This man took me to a family with whom I was later deported to Germany, but then he never spoke to me. The court records show that it was my father's friend.
As an orphan after the war, I stayed in a transit camp in Germany. In 1948, the family with whom I stayed throughout this period from 1943 brought me to Poland. I went to an orphanage in Zamość, run by the Polish Social Welfare Committee.
There were children from Volhynia, from the Warsaw Uprising, from the town of Sochy, which had been pacified by the Germans. The orphans themselves. The conditions were like after the war. There was nothing — nothing to wear and nothing to eat. But I was happy because I found myself among children like me, among wonderful educators. They were ordinary women — they stroked, hugged. Only then did you feel what could be called love?… I don't know. Because I have not known love as such. Who was supposed to give it to me?  […]
When I don't talk about it, I forget everything for the moment. And then again for two weeks I have the same thing in front of my eyes, so I told myself that this was probably my last interview. I don't have the strength to tell anymore. I would like to find the remains of my loved ones so that I can take them from there — this is one thing. The second thing is I want the truth.

source: Kalinowska Janina, „I am afraid that my grandchildren will not be able to tell the truth about Volhynia”; in: portal: dzieje.pl (history website) — web page: dzieje.pl [accessible: 2018.07.09]

The Ukrainians murdered several Polish families and robbed and burned their houses.

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

The Ukrainians murdered several Polish families.

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

The Ukrainians murdered the Polish settlers who were not deported by the Soviets to Siberia, only the 3–person family of Jan and Amelia Sokół with their son Zbigniew are known by name, who were murdered and burned.

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

The Ukrainians murdered all the Poles who remained in the colony, including the Górski family of 5 / grandmother, parents and their 2 children /.

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