ing it Then they went outside without a word, like shadows and lay down on the ground.

The next day they were not there any more. The watchman said that in the morning five bodies were picked up. He complained that the foreman did not want to give him the horse and help which he needed to bury the dead, but finally gave in, and the dead were taken to the common grave which did not get sealed, only covered with some dirt in the expectation of others.

From the place where we were standing, the watchman showed me where they were buried It was about a mile away, on a hill above the river. In 1933, my husband con¬tracted typhus transmitted by a louse he picked up on the overcrowded steamboat and was placed in the regional hospital.

I visited him twice a week with some kind of food-stuffs, because patients were not fed in the hospitals. The road was relatively distant, and along it I saw the same people—black, emaciated, dirty, often bloated.

As before, they were mostly men and boys. They walked very slowly, and I noticed that they were squatting frequently. At first, I could not understand why they were squatting down, but then I understood that they were bleeding with diarrhea.

I saw that the road was blotched with bloody patches. As I came closer, I could tell that their clothes were stained and that a heavy odor hung about them. Soon after my baby was born, someone came to the door one day. It was a man of peasant stock, and he looked like the other starving peasants.

With him was a girl who seemed to be about ten. He said, I know you just had a baby. This is Halia. She would be a good nurse for you. You must take her, because I will leave her anyway. I have other children at home, and she will die if she stays there, and he went away.

It soon turned out that Halia really was a wonderful nurse, and that she was actually only three years younger than I was. One time, I passed along the road where a woman lay dying. She was about 30 to 35. At first, she seemed to be saying some¬thing. Then she slipped lower and did not seem to care.

I know that she was dying for several days, because I had to go past there. Some people said that she was hopeless, that nothing could help her any more. I want to point out that there were numerous party representatives everywhere, but neither the militia nor any of the civil dignitaries seemed to concern themselves with these people when they were alive. They only removed the dead.

There was silence as the living died, and this, to me, was the clearest indication that these deeds were done intentionally.
Senator DeCONCINI: Thank you very much. I have no questions.
Ms. MAZURKEVICH: Mrs. Harmash, you said that the children that were aban¬doned were taken to an orphanage. Was the orphanage located in Ukraine, or did they ship the children to Moscow? Did anybody adopt these children? Did these children lose their nationality? Did they become Russians?
Ms. HARMASH: I believe the orphanage was located in the city of Dnipropetrovsk, a small orphanage, and they would collect them almost every night after the bazaar would be dispersed, and they collected the children and took them to the orphanage, where they fed them very little food, but they were not left on the street at that time.