The UPA murdered 81 Poles according to W. and E. Siemaszko (p. 253), and 180 Poles buried in one grave according to AL Sowa (pp. 207 – 208); In his book Pożoga, page 127, Józef Turowski writes: „In June 1943 in Upper Kolonia, the bodies of 76” people were found in one of the barns. W. and E. Siemaszko give the date of the attack on July 3, 1943, which is also adopted by L. Sowa, posting the testimony of a witness, then a 10‑year‑old boy. Another witness, Regina Falkowska née Wojdat, then a 14‑year‑old girl, gives the date on June 26, 1943. She reports: „I was born in 1929 in Górna Kolonia, Ludwipol commune. I come from the Wojdatów family. We had a farm. I had lovely parents [Stanisław and Helena], a sister [Wincentyna, 18] and a brother [Henryk, 11]. The upper colony had about 30 families  […] In 1943, On June 26, our colony was surrounded by Ukrainian gangs. My parents and brother were in the apartment at that time, and I was in the garden. When I heard gunshots and people's screams screaming, I didn't know where to go or what to do, I stood for a moment and watched what was happening. All the courtyards were densely packed with bandages – they beat, chopped with axes, knives, and murdered in a cruel way. They walked in a dense strip, they left nothing of a living soul, they burned everything. Suddenly I heard the voice of my uncle, who was calling his son to run after him, but this son did not have time to run away. Then I quickly ran up to my uncle [Jan Wojdat], and it was in the field, and then I ran away with my uncle across the fields to hide somewhere. But there was no place to hide anymore. They were everywhere  […] When we were entering such a ravine, we suddenly see, maybe about 15 meters ahead of us, a band is standing, the barrel of the rifle pointed at us. And that was the end for us, there was no time to think. At that moment, I turned to the side, made a kind of semicircle, walked among the stones, curled up, closed my eyes so as not to see what he would do with me at the first moment, not to see a knife or an ax. At that moment he shot his uncle, suddenly his uncle fell down, he groaned for a moment and passed away after a while, it was right next to me. I heard everything, but my eyes were still closed, and suddenly I heard that he was walking around me, and the existence is already dark, and on the other side of the river he saw where I entered and called for the one who is looking for me, and directs him where to go, [this] is still walking around me. I can clearly hear him walking. And to this day I only believe that it was fate, that it was a strong hand, that it covered his eyes, because he was walking around and looking for me. I stayed in this rock all night, because they were there all night and the next day, and I couldn't get out of this hideout. And the next day, sometime around noon, I jumped out of this skata and ran to my house, and what I saw: the house burned down and all the buildings. And I did not meet a single person alive, only the murdered lay like sheaves in the field. And I stood scared in the open air with no family, no roof over my head. Then I was seized with an even more terrifying fear. I did not know what to do with myself and I ran into the field among the crops, and in this field I sat until evening. I was looking for my family and I found nowhere. I just met a neighbor and a neighbor and joined them. We went out at night [to] go in the direction of Stara Huta [gm. Ludwipol]. We walked through the forest all night, the next day, actually on the third day [after the attack], we were in Stara Huta. At that time, a self–defense unit was stationed in Stara Huta. When we got there, the partisans had their carts ready, they ordered us to sit down and go with them to the Upper Colony and find [someone], maybe someone else is alive and bury the murdered. It was not an easy task, because there were only a dozen or so soldiers, and an avalanche of Banderites could be expected at any moment. We did not manage to bury them all in one grave, only some of them were put in one hole, and the rest [where] who was killed, they buried him with sand and that is how it has remained until today, and to this day these bones are scattered across the field. I experienced a terrible shock when I found my family murdered. It was a terrifying sight for me when I saw my parents, my sister and my brother lying murdered and my sister burnt alive in the barn. I couldn't accept it, for which they were murdered. It is impossible to describe how I experienced it. It was scary. At the time when the murder happened, my parents hid in the basement, but when the apartment started to burn, they left the basement and ran into the forest, but they did not manage to hide, and were murdered. I was told about my parents by the eyewitness Jan Wilczyński, who was with my parents and he survived. And I became an orphan (at the age of 14), without my parents and siblings, without a roof over my head and without any means of subsistence. And I still stayed like that in Stara Huta. I walked like mad, although people gave me something to eat, but I didn't have anything to wear, because everything was burned”. .

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]

source: „Report by Regina Falkowska née Wojdat, a former resident of the Górna colony”, January 20, 1994 — web page: ipn.gov.pl [accessible: 2021.04.11]

source: „Górna colony”; in: portal: Volhynia pages — web page: free.of.pl [accessible: 2021.04.11]

Others: „We were afraid of the attack and we hid in the fields for the night. On July 3, we also planned to go to sleep in the field  […] We were all ready, we just wanted to have dinner (she was standing on the table) and we waited for brother Romuald, who was about to drive the cows down. Almost in line with the sunset, there was a scream and a large shot. The mother ran to the window, shouted that there were already Banderites and we had to run away. He and his father jumped out of the window into the flower garden and started running away along the road between the crops, up the hill. Mother did not manage to take my little sister, which I did not notice at first. I jumped out into the yard and it was full of Ukrainians. They ran, shouted, set fire to buildings, took property out of the farmyards. They probably took me for a Ukrainian because I was wearing a jacket with a belt, similar to a military one, and they dressed similarly. I was wandering around the yard looking for a hiding place and I saw a Ukrainian lay down on the road and started shooting at the fleeing parents  […] The mother fell, I thought she was hit and is dead, the father ran on. I spotted the cows as well, so there must be a brother somewhere nearby. At that moment my five‑year‑old sister ran up to me, grabbed my leg and started crying. I ordered her to be silent and we jumped to a nearby vegetable garden, where we lay down in tall beans. However, one of the Ukrainians browsing the yard or apartment must have noticed something, because two or three ran to the garden and discovered us. They claimed I was a Pole. I denied it and started praying like an Orthodox to prove it. One of the Ukrainians hit me hard in the chest with a rifle butt, I lost consciousness. When i woke up dusk had turned to night. There was acrid smoke everywhere. I noticed my brother was running away from the backyard. I was badly beaten and bloodied, and I had no strength, but I threw my sister on my back and followed my brother, towards the nearby goose pond and the forest beyond  […] Every now and then I stopped to rest or fell over under my sister's weight. I ran to the forest, fell down there again, I ran out of strength  […] But instead of hiding in this forest, I ran over it. When I jumped onto the wide gravel road to Ludwipol, a Ukrainian rode up on a horse and hit me on the head with something hard. I fell and the Ukrainian went on. With the rest of my strength I jumped up and ran to the forest on the other side of the road. Just behind me came my sister, whom I no longer had the strength to bear. We hid under a fallen tree trunk. After some time, The Ukrainians began to penetrate the area around. However, they did not find us and left. After a while, I lost my consciousness. I woke up when it was light. The sister was lying next to it and, oddly enough, she was not crying. I decided to go to the village of Hurby, a few kilometers from Górna, to my father's sister's house  […] . There was no one there. Hearing the sounds of an attack on our colony, the inhabitants fled into the forest. I took bread and milk and was going to go back to my sister whom I had hidden in the forest earlier. Then my brother called me, he was lying in the hay in the barn. It turned out that he spent the night in a tree in the forest. The brother said he saw figures in a nearby house. I crawled in the crop in that direction and spotted some men from our colony. They told me that my mother was alive and that my father was killed. We were taken by horse–drawn carts to Huta Stara, where Polish self–defense units were stationed ”.

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]

source: „The testimony of Piotr W. (born 1928)” — web page: jarema6011.blogspot.com [accessible: 2021.04.11]

source: „Kolnia Górna ceased to exist on…?”; in: portal: Volhynia — web page: btx.home.pl [accessible: 2017.02.02]

At. The 10th colony was surrounded by the Ukrainians and slaughtered with axes, forks and knives, some of the victims were burnt in the buildings. Poles were caught, tortured and killed throughout the day, night and the next day, 15‑year‑old Wanda Korda cut off her ears, tongue, gouged out her eyes and stabbed her whole body. The buildings were robbed and burned.

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

According to E. Siemaszko, 92 Poles died.

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

source: Siemaszko Władysław, Siemaszko Ewa, „The genocide committed by Ukrainian nationalists on the Polish population of Volhynia 1939-1945”, in: Warsaw 2000

According to AL Sowa, 180 Poles perished (Polish–Ukrainian relations 1939 – 1947; pp. 207 – 208).

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

source: prof. Sowa Andrzej Leon, „Polish-Ukrainian relations 1939-1947”; in: Society of History Supporters, in: Krakow 1998

Józef Turowski in his book Pożoga, page 127, writes: „In June in Upper Kolonia, the bodies of 76” people were found in one of the barns.

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

source: Turowski Józef, „Conflagration”

Piotr W. (born 1928) relates: „We were afraid of the attack and we hid in the fields for the night. On July 3, we also planned to go to sleep in the field  […] We were all ready, we just wanted to have dinner (she was standing on the table) and we waited for brother Romuald, who was about to drive the cows down. Almost in line with the sunset, there was a scream and a large shot. The mother ran to the window, shouted that there were already Banderites and we had to run away. He and his father jumped out of the window into the flower garden and started running away along the road between the crops, up the hill. Mother did not manage to take my little sister, which I did not notice at first. I jumped out into the yard and it was full of Ukrainians. They ran, shouted, set fire to buildings, took property out of the farmyards. They probably took me for a Ukrainian because I was wearing a jacket with a belt, similar to a military one, and they dressed alike. I was wandering around the yard looking for a hiding place and I saw a Ukrainian lay down on the road and started shooting at the fleeing parents  […] The mother fell, I thought she was hit and is dead, the father ran on. I spotted the cows as well, so there must be a brother somewhere nearby. At that moment my five‑year‑old sister ran up to me, grabbed my leg and started crying. I ordered her to be silent and we jumped to a nearby vegetable garden, where we lay down in tall beans. However, one of the Ukrainians browsing the yard or apartment must have noticed something, because two or three ran to the garden and discovered us. They claimed I was a Pole. I denied it and started praying like an Orthodox to prove it. One of the Ukrainians hit me hard in the chest with a rifle butt, I passed out. When I woke up, dusk had turned to night. There was acrid smoke everywhere. I noticed my brother was running away from the backyard. I was badly beaten and bloodied, and I had no strength, but I threw my sister on my back and followed my brother, towards the nearby goose pond and the forest beyond  […] Every now and then I stopped to rest or fell over under my sister's weight. I ran to the forest, fell down there again, I ran out of strength  […] But instead of hiding in this forest, I ran over it. When I jumped onto the wide gravel road to Ludwipol, a Ukrainian rode up on a horse and hit me on the head with something hard. I fell and the Ukrainian went on. With the rest of my strength I jumped up and ran to the forest on the other side of the road. Just behind me came my sister, whom I no longer had the strength to bear. We hid under a fallen tree trunk. After some time, The Ukrainians began to penetrate the area around. However, they did not find us and left. After a while, I lost my consciousness. I woke up when it was light. The sister was lying next to it and, oddly enough, she was not crying. I decided to go to the village of Hurby, a few kilometers from Górna, to my father's sister's house  […] . There was no one there. Hearing the sounds of an attack on our colony, the inhabitants fled into the forest. I took bread and milk and was going to go back to my sister whom I had hidden in the forest earlier. Then my brother called me, he was lying in the hay in the barn. It turned out that he spent the night in a tree in the forest. The brother said he saw figures in a nearby house. I crawled in the crop in that direction and spotted some men from our colony. They told me that my mother was alive and that my father was killed. We were taken by horse–drawn carts to Huta Stara, where Polish self–defense units were stationed”.

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

source: Odonus Barbara, „Summer 1943”; in: „Card”, in: No. 43 /2004/