Murder story of Zinkov Jews in the Stanislavovka Ravine

On Sunday morning, we heard the sound of horses moving – Germans were moving, they were singing and playing music. We already knew that the great tragedy was on its way. No one went into the street. We ran to hide in previously prepared hiding places. We were running like crazies, wherever we could, in cellars, in attics, as if it could protect us from tragedy. So the following occurred when the German murderers made their first action. Exactly at 2:03 pm they shot whomever they felt like shooting. They tore off the clothes from men and women and then chased them away. Children were killed with bayonets or were thrown while still alive. They ripped children away from their mothers with wild laughs and before their very eyes tortured or shot them right in their houses in front of their mothers. Nearby, the orchestra was playing with possibly 100 musicians - which was churning out jazz music and silenced the screams of pain and angst. Meir Kupit stood up against the Germans and was beaten to death in the door-way of his house. A few mothers stood to defend their children, such as Menashe Reydman's daughter Dvora. Menashe Reydman, his wife Tcharne, and daughter Dvora, with her small child were led to be shot. They wanted to take the child from Dvora and send Dvora herself to work. They told her, "You are young, until they shoot you, you can work well". Dvora spit in the face of the guard and yelled, "Bloody Murderer". They then shot her child before her eyes and then shot her. After this, it was quiet – the quietness of death. Those that remained alive crawled out of their holes. The Germans gave an order that we should go fill in the pits of those who were murdered. The mass-shooting was carried out between the Stanislavovka mountains…. But just a short time later a heavy rain fell and the bodies floated on top of the water, so we were sent again to bury the bodies.