The Ukrainians murdered the Łebkowski family of four.

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

[The Ukrainians] murdered Agnieszka Lipowska, her daughter Jadwiga, Aleksander Lipowski (son also Aleksander), his wife Marianna and their 2‑year‑old daughter. „Until July 1943, I lived with my family in the Rogowicze colony, Chorów commune, county Horochów. Apart from a farm, my father, Aleksander, owned a mill, my sister Jadwiga, 25, a maiden, was a teacher in a primary school, my older brother Aleksander, 35, was the community secretary, and I had a forge. We lived in harmony with the Ukrainians, and despite the fact that we received information about the murder of Polish families by the Bandera followers, we believed the assurances of our Ukrainian neighbors that we were in no danger, we had a strong position, after all, they also use our mill and forge, and brother Aleksander was through them valued for providing agronomic advice. And yet they came. It was Sunday, July 11, 1943. I came home with my parents Aleksander and Agnieszka née Bernat and sister Jadwiga after the service from the church in Łokacze. Brother Aleksander came to us with his wife Marianna aged 28 and a two‑year‑old daughter. We consulted whether we should stay in our homes, or, like other Polish families, leave home and move to Łokacz, where a self—defense unit was created and we would feel safer. My father went out to the cows' field, and my mother was frying scrambled eggs and bacon. Apparently it was the smell of food that brought them back. Three of them, unknown to me, armed with rifles, entered. They asked if the whole family was at home, they demanded documents from us, they took them with their wallets saying that we would not need them anymore. We were dressed in festive clothes, so they ordered us to undress to our underwear. They shouted: Polish murders are the end of you, you must die, there is no place for you here. Mother asked them to let us pray before we die. They drove us from the kitchen to the room, and when sister Jadwiga did not kneel like the others and to their cries she replied: we will die, but you will also die, you will not build Ukraine on the blood of innocent and defenseless Polish people, and you will cover yourself and the Ukrainian nation with eternal shame, we are salt of this earth, instead of murdering, learn from us how to live with dignity and prosperity — she was hit by a bandit with the barrel of a rifle, staggered and fell on the wardrobe. In the confusion, my mother told me to run away. I was kneeling closest to the window. I jumped up from my knees and jumped in the window, knocking the glass with my elbow. When I was outside the window, I saw another bandit shooting at me. His rifle jammed. I ran behind the barn, where stood the banderowiec with the rkm and on the other side two with rifles. I heard the shots but luckily they missed me. I was running towards Łokacz through the fields, hiding behind dozens of rye. Horses grazed in the pasture. I grabbed one and continued bareback. A wagon with 4—5 men who were shooting in my direction left the Ukrainian village of Markowicze. I reached the river on horseback, then left my horse and swam across the river. This is how I got to Łokacz where I informed Polish friends about the attack. We reported it to the Germans. The next day, the Germans, for the promised cow, heifer and pig, agreed to send a German police patrol from Łokacz to my house, who would protect me and a group of my friends during the burial of my murdered family. The floor was covered in blood in the room. We couldn't find the body. A Ukrainian neighbor said that the bodies of the murdered were hidden in a manure pit, masked with dung and straw. All victims had gunshot wounds to the back of the head and back. I found my father in the field, he was shocked, he lost his speech for a very long time. He saw from the distance from the field how the Bandera followers were surrounding our house, he heard shots, he saw me running away. We took the bodies of my murdered relatives and the clothes that we had carefully buried earlier in a chest in the field and I left my family nest forever”.

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

source: Lipkowski Eugeniusz, „You must die, there is no place for you here”; in: portal: Martyrdom of Polish villages — web page: martyrologiawsipolskich.pl [accessible: 2021.04.11]

Siemaszko et Siemaszko  […] indicate that in the colony in July 1943 the village leader of a Ukrainian was murdered for helping Poles and the Łebkowski family of 4, whose bodies were buried in the dung, so it was probably the Lipkowski family of 5.

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 perpetrated by Ukrainian nationalists on the Polish population of Volhynia 1939 - 1945”, in: Warsaw 2000, p. 144