Murder Story of Shklov Jews in Khoduly

... The killers arrived on October 3 or 4, 1941. I remember it was a fast day [Yom Kippur]. Early in the morning (at about 4 a.m.) mother pushed me and shouted "Hurry up, it's the Germans!" Together with my grandmother, she started to run. I got out of bed and saw the killers coming to our house. In a minute, after knocking out the window, I ran barefoot through gardens toward the Dniepr. My grandfather and aunt stayed behind. Grandfather asked: "Why are you running? It is impossible to hide from the Germans." Then he let go of my hand and added: "God be with you, run!" Near the Dniepr I caught up with my weeping mother. She hugged me and the three of us continued on our way. After some time we crossed the railway line and in the village of Staryi Shklov entered the house of the Marchenkos. There we were given food and hidden in a thicket. At night they took us into their home....

... First the Germans forced all the Jews into one buidling at the flax factory. The guards were local residents. We succeded in avoding being killed because the guards knew my father. When I, together with my mother and all the other people, were being taken to the murder site, some people we knew told us to lag behind the column. In this way we mixed into the crowd of spectators. We saw the [other] Jews being murdered, with children being thrown into the graves while still alive. Many of our relatives perished there. The Germans made many people come and watch the execution [so that] nobody would hide Jews. Many people perished....