The Ukrainians murdered a family of three: Michał and Katarzyna Buczyński with their 2‑year‑old son.

source: Żurek Stanisław, „Calendar of the genocide – January 1944”; in: portal: Volhynia — web page: wolyn.org [accessible: 2021.02.04]

The Ukrainians murdered over 20 Poles.

source: Żurek Stanisław, „Calendar of the genocide, February 1945”; in: portal: Volhynia — web page: wolyn.org [accessible: 2021.02.04]

source: Kubów Władysław, „Terrorism in Podolia”, in: Warsaw 2003

In the part called the Nobility, the Bandera followers burned Polish farms and murdered Poles, 72 victims were buried in the cemetery, but many corpses were burned or not found in the ruins or in the vicinity of villages killed during the escape or abducted. aL Sowa gives the number of about 80 victims (p. 233), while Władysław Kubów lists the number of 100 murdered (p. 31) „It turned out that under the burned granary, in the basement, there were her children. The entrance to the basement was cluttered with burning beams. The stronger men quickly rolled the beams away, a small crack was created and someone asked me to be the smallest person to go in there. In the twilight, a girl who seemed to be smiling was sitting against the wall, her brother Staszek and Staniszewski next to her. He was sitting closest, so I told him to leave, and he didn't move. I walked over to this little girl after such as if cooked potatoes, I call her and grabbed my bare leg, the leg left in my hand. I jumped out of there and called «they are cooked». It was scary  […] We were walking into the street  […] , there was a house facing the street. There was an ax blow on his front door and there was blood dripping past the cut and a lock of blond hair hung from it. Buczyński said it was the girl's hair, he even said her name  […] a cart full of dead bodies came from Szlachta. Bare legs and arms hung between the rungs”.

source: Żurek Stanisław, „Calendar of the genocide, February 1944”; in: portal: Volhynia — web page: wolyn.org [accessible: 2021.02.04]

source: Fijał Ludwik, recollections; in: Komański Henryk, Siekierka Szczepan, „The genocide committed by Ukrainian nationalists on Poles in the Tarnopol Province 1939-1946”, in: Wroclaw 2004, p. 522—523

The UPA attacked the estate called Szlachta at night. The Banderites encircled the estate, from the side of the fields they deployed shooters with firearms, while the main forces, divided into groups, entered the estate. Some of them engaged in murdering the population, while the other robbed and transported their belongings. In the final phase of the attack, most of the buildings were burnt. The main tools of the crime were axes, bayonets and other tools. The escapees were shot at. In the morning the work of terrible destruction was accomplished. Still unburned buildings smoldered. There were many corpses around the farms in the yards and fields. Some died in agony from wounds inflicted with axes and bayonets. 72 bodies of different sex and age were counted. I saw a boy, maybe nine years old, with his belly ripped open, with one hand still frozen, supporting his intestines, and the other stretched forward, he tried to crawl out of the burning house and so died. Elsewhere lay a young girl with long, beautiful, linen hair, braided into a braid. She had received an ax blow to the back of her neck, apparently she had to run a dozen more steps, marking the path with plenty of blood. The sight of the body of a few months old child with a broken head stuck in my memory forever  […] The estate with over 35 Polish homesteads ceased to exist overnight. 28 young children under 14 were buried. Many bodies were massacred and burnt, difficult to recognize. The number of the murdered was certainly higher, it could reach 100 people. marking the road with plenty of blood. The sight of the body of a few months old child with a broken head stuck in my memory forever  […] The estate with over 35 Polish homesteads ceased to exist in one night. 28 young children under 14 were buried. Many bodies were massacred and burnt, difficult to recognize. The number of the murdered was certainly higher, it could reach 100 people. marking the road with plenty of blood. The sight of the body of a few months old child with a broken head stuck in my memory forever  […] The estate with over 35 Polish homesteads ceased to exist in one night. 28 young children under 14 were buried. Many bodies were massacred and burnt, difficult to recognize. The number of the murdered was certainly higher, it could reach 100 people.

source: Żurek Stanisław, „Calendar of the genocide, February 1944”; in: portal: Volhynia — web page: wolyn.org [accessible: 2021.02.04]

source: Juzwenko Bernard, recollections; in: Komański Henryk, Siekierka Szczepan, „The genocide committed by Ukrainian nationalists on Poles in the Tarnopol Province 1939-1946”, in: Wroclaw 2004, p. 526—527

I lived in the Szlachta district, where almost all Poles lived. February 12, 1944 at At 8.00 pm there was severe frost and heavy snow. The Bandera followers came  […] We sit in the attic and hear them go to our neighbor. They broke down a corridor door and killed a neighbor; it was already an elderly woman. I heard her scream, „What do you want?” – and at that moment a dull thump. The woman's moaning lasted maybe half an hour, maybe it would have lasted longer, but when the apartment was lit, the moans ceased. The son and daughter fled the apartment. This woman's husband was lying on the bed, he was sick, His head was cut off on this bed. The neighbor's name is Jaworski Paweł. Two children – they were siblings, the boy was six years old, my little sister was five – their tongues were cut off – their surname is Skórski. The second family was named Żołyński; the husband was not at home. Future Banderites, broke the door; they took my wife outside and killed with an ax. I saw her lying in the yard, next to her was a little baby, maybe six months old. She was lying next to her mother, belly up, the bayonet prickling was visible on her chest and stomach. Her face was whiter than snow, extremely white. And here is the course of the murder of the Adamowski family. Adamowski and his second Ukrainian wife had four children: three sons and one daughter. I knew them well because we had fun together. When the Bandera followers entered the apartment, they took the three boys out into the yard and killed them with axes. I saw them afterwards as they lay in a pool of blood, one by one. The eldest daughter, Marysia, as I mentioned above from my first wife, was already in bed. The Banderites came and ordered her to go outside – she did not want to (that's what her stepmother told her). They stabbed her with bayonets on this bed, so that blood splashed all over the wall. Whereas the stepmother and her daughter hid on the stove. When the Bandera followers finished the murder, she came down from the furnace and cried terribly, despaired and screamed. And she went with this girl to a group of Bandera followers who were standing in the yard. And he says to them; „What have you done? You killed my children, so kill me”. They said nothing, turned and left. Her brothers were in Bandera. There was a suspicion that they also took part in the murder of the nobility. Next family – surname Matkowski. The Bandera followers came to the apartment and took the whole family out to the yard; there were five of them, father, mother, son with daughter and wife. They were killed with an ax, each one in turn. Next to their apartment, maybe twenty meters, a stream ran, the blood of these people ran across the road to that stream. The view was terrible and poignant. Overall, 72 people / 66 known by name and surname were murdered within two hours. Today, on the site of this heinous crime, one of many thousands, stands a dedicated cross. three Bandera barbarians who were surrounded by the Russians at the end of 1945 !!!.

source: Żurek Stanisław, „Calendar of the genocide, February 1944”; in: portal: Volhynia — web page: wolyn.org [accessible: 2021.02.04]

source: „And on the ashes, the dogs howled for the glory of the Samostyina”; in: portal: Gazetapl Forum — web page: forum.gazeta.pl [accessible: 2021.04.11]

While going to sleep, none of us would have imagined that on that night of February 12–13, 1944 many of our Polish neighbors (from the gentry) would perish at the hands of our Ukrainian neighbors. From the account of my aunt Franciszka (she lived with her family from the side of Szulhanówki Street) I know that before dawn she was awakened by loud conversations coming from the street. She entered the attic and saw the fog through the gable window, not suspecting that it was smoke. There were figures walking on the street and talking lively. She woke up the household. Dad and uncle took off the door cover and went out into the yard and went to the gate. They asked passing The Ukrainians what was happening that there was such traffic on the street at this time? One of the Ukrainians said Szlachta horyt (The nobility is on fire). A loudly crying woman (Skórska) ran up from the direction of the Nobility, and when she saw her father and uncle, she shouted – Oh God, how good it is that you are still alive! My children have been murdered! Even their tongues cut off! They gouged out their eyes! My God, God, for what did you punish such little creatures ?! Crying, she ran to the Ziółkowski family, our neighbors  […] My aunt decided to go to the cross which stood at the crossroads of Szulhanówka and the roads: Pomiarka, Szlachta and Podzamcze. The Nobility was clearly visible from this place. I began to ask, first my parents and then my aunt, to take me with her. I was very worried about my friend, Józek Adamowski, with whom I served mass and went to the same class. Mom didn't agree. The men decided that a woman with a child would be safer. Nothing bad can happen on the way to the cross – they argued their mother. It is already light, and it is not far to the cross – they assured my mother. They left the house somewhere and left the yard. We didn't go to the cross, we ran. Many young The Ukrainians were standing by the cross, lively talking. They were showing something with their hands. Upon seeing us, they suddenly fell silent. We knew many of them personally, except for two or three who were not from the village. They had very gloomy faces. Petro Krutyj, our neighbor from the opposite direction, the s/o my godfather (sic) turned to my aunt – Where are you going Franko? Can't you see what's going on there? You absolutely want to watch dead bodies? You better not go there. Then the one with the grim face said, Go go. „Zawtra i wona bude” (Let him go. Tomorrow also she will be – a corpse). There was so much hate in his voice that I was scared. People from Pomiarek ran towards the gentry. I was holding my aunt's hand tightly and I wanted to go on with her. She told me to come home. For a moment I looked at the dying out buildings. I could smell the smoke of burning buildings and a strong stench of burning bodies. I heard loud crying of women and terrifying howling of dogs. I have never heard such a howl before or since. I was clearly scared. My aunt ran across the bridge to Szlachta. As much as I had in my legs, I ran home. I was numb with fear. I was thinking about my friends all the time, especially about Jozek. Mom knew right away that I saw what I shouldn't have seen. I was said to be very pale and couldn't make a simple sentence. Me, the talker over the talkers!  […] After I cooled down, I started to tell what I saw. I described the meeting with the Ukrainians at the cross in detail, mentioning who I recognized and who I did not. Today I don't remember the names except those in the neighborhood. The aforementioned group included Petro Krutyj and the s/o Bilan  […] My aunt returned quite quickly and told about the horrors of the murder. To my question, is Józek alive? She replied crying – Jozek and his grandmother are lying in the yard with their heads cut open with an ax. And your friends, Mietek and Adam (?). The Buczyńskis suffocated in the basement together with their father. Auntie, sobbing, said that she saw young Warowa, Jan's wife. She held the baby to her breast. She was burned and cried a lot. Her husband Jan covered his wife and child with a tub in the attic, and armed with an ax he decided to defend himself. Banderowiec entered the attic and then Jan cut off his leg. The Banderites set the house on fire. Jan only managed to shout to his wife not to come out of hiding. Jan was shot by the Bandera followers who jumped into the garden. She suffered a terrible burn to her shoulder and back, but avoided murder. The Poles from Pomiarek took care of the wounded. My aunt said that she saw people stabbed with knives and pitchforks, burned and horribly mutilated (she mentioned their names and surnames). She said that the entire Buczyński family was murdered. A woman who hasn't got out of bed for 25 years had her stomach ripped open. The horrific sights of the crime made her run home, terrified. And on the same day, taking her daughter Zdzisia, she left for Borszczów. Dominik stayed to prepare food and equipment needed for further life. Around noon, the Germans came to Łanowce, who took pictures and wrote down murder victims. Among the Germans there was a man named Orlik (I know it from my aunt). It was probably a Silesian in the German police. He secretly advised Dominik that all living Poles should leave Łanowce  […] On the same day, I witnessed the Ukrainians referring to the victims of the murder. I stood outside the gate and watched the street. A cart from the nobility came. A man I know was driving, but I don't remember the name anymore. He was sipping vodka from a bottle. The burnt bodies of the murdered were lying on the cart. There were a lot of bodies and they were carelessly covered with straw. Burned legs and skulls stuck out. Apparently I saw a burned hand with a clenched fist. Another Ukrainian who I did not know was walking from the side of the cemetery. He stopped the car just in front of our gate and asked – Sho you call? The coachman nodded at the contents of the cart and muttered: – You gasp. Sterwo. The burnt bodies of the murdered were lying on the cart. There were a lot of bodies and they were carelessly covered with straw. Burned legs and skulls stuck out. Apparently I saw a burned hand with a clenched fist. Another Ukrainian who I did not know was walking from the side of the cemetery. He stopped the car just in front of our gate and asked – Sho you call? The coachman nodded at the contents of the cart and muttered: – You gasp. Sterwo. The burnt bodies of the murdered were lying on the cart. There were many bodies and they were carelessly covered with straw. Burned legs and skulls stuck out. Apparently I saw a burned hand with a clenched fist. Another Ukrainian who I did not know was walking from the side of the cemetery. He stopped the car just in front of our gate and asked – Sho you call? The coachman nodded at the contents of the cart and muttered: – You gasp. Sterwo.
– Skyń, helm, there in a pile, next to the pit. We will bury us – said the person walking. (What are you carrying? You see, carrion. Then throw that carcass onto the pile next to that pit. We'll bury it.)
I have kept the phonetic wording of the hachly language – unclean Ukrainian. People in those areas were using it. I ran home to share what I had seen and heard.

source: Żurek Stanisław, „Calendar of the genocide, February 1944”; in: portal: Volhynia — web page: wolyn.org [accessible: 2021.02.04]

source: Walków Mieczysław, „Blog - chronicle of Mietek W. on our website”

In the Pomiarka estate, The local Ukrainians murdered a Pole (it was Władysław Hutnik) and a four–person Jewish family of the Rosenbergs from Zaleszczyki, whom he was hiding.

source: Żurek Stanisław, „Calendar of the genocide – April 1944”; in: portal: Volhynia — web page: wolyn.org [accessible: 2021.02.04]

The Ukrainians burned 5 NN Poles with their house.

source: Żurek Stanisław, „Calendar of the genocide – October 1944”; in: portal: Volhynia — web page: wolyn.org [accessible: 2021.02.04]

source: prof. dr hab. Jankiewicz Leszek S., „Supplement to the list of losses of the Polish population provided by Komański and Siekierka for the Tarnopol province (2004)”; in: Listowski Witold (ed.), „OUN-UPA genocide in the South-Eastern Borderlands”, in: Kędzierzyn-Koźle 2015, vol. 7