1. Kurapaty – The Road Of Death. Z.Pazniak, J.Smyhalou
2. The Pines Are Murmuring Above The Grave. Z.Pazniak
The information which we want to give our readers will be familiar to many of them. But it seems that, like us, those who knew all about it were victims of circumstance, and therefore have suffered. For us this suffering has been unbearable. Unbearable on account of the awareness that life slips quickly away, that people die, and that the memory of the terrible crimes committed during the 1930s against our nation is vanishing. Unbearable on account of the awareness that, if this memory is lost and perishes, it will all be repeated again from the beginning.
He who commits a crime and lives with it is a criminal. He is capable of doing evil. He deserves punishment. He who repents and, by enduring the torments of conscience, shame, and pain, makes a new start, in order to do good, is cleansed and becomes a human being. And herein lies the spiritual essence of life and death, eternity and immortality. The demand for the whole truth about the crimes committed between the 1930s and the 1950s, is the voice of the nation's conscience.
A cleansing of the conscience is necessary for a society which permitted and gave birth to genocide, the greatest crime against humanity. Of course, the deceased murderers will not repent, nor even the "quiet pensioners". It is later generations who will have to repent, those who did not even witness this tragedy. They will have to repent for the sins of their forefathers. These moral torments must be assumed by the heirs of the nation, they must weep for the victims, they must pass judgement on these crimes. This is the spiritual dialectic of society. An examination of conscience is necessary if death is not to return. A nation, like a human being, has its own individuality. But a human being, has its own individuality. But a human being is a single entity and the nation is manifold. Human beings are bounded in time by their own life span, but the nation is eternal in its history.
Pazniak: In my youth, a shiver of pain always ran through my heart when I heard the stories of people who had returned from Stalin's prisons and camps, almost from non-existence. But I wrote nothing about it then. I did nothing about it, and I was horrified during the "era of stagnation" of the 1970s, when it all started happening again, as the national memory of those times receded into folklore and myth and simply disappeared. The hideous images of those stories remain in one's consciousness...
Look, the people are being herded out to Siberian exile. The train carries them in a frost of 20 below. They stop at some railroad station. Take off all your clothes, and the guards command, - "We're going to the baths!" In the bitter cold, they turn fire-hoses on the naked people. - "Enjoy the steam!" - cackle the guards, - "and now go to sleep!" And they close the doors. Next morning, there were very few people left alive out of that trainload. The ice-covered corpses were loaded on to carts, so that their heads hung down, and one of the executioners split their skulls with an axe. They'd apparently had orders to make sure! The years pass by, but this slayer of the already-dead never fades from memory.
Look, they are taking them to Kolyma, and herding them into wooden barracks, riddled with holes, where the Siberian wind whines through. Half of them did not survive the night. The rest stacked up the rigid, frozen corpses along the walls, to block up the cracks, to try to keep warm. And theses Atlases and Caryatids rise up distinctly before me. This was the architecture of that epoch, and its symbol - the barracks.
Ivan Trafimavic Smal, a Communist party member since 1917, and a member of the Homiel Revolutionary Committee, told this story. In 1937, he was employed at the Mahileu automobile repair works as a deputy director. He was arrested as the result of a groundless denunciation by a Young Communist shock worker: the plant had failed to repair two automobiles on time. He was thrown into a cell in which a dense mass of people was already packed so that it was impossible even to turn round. People suffocated, went mad, and died standing up, and the corpses went on standing there among the living. And when it became impossible to squeeze in even half a person more, the guards threw in the new prisoners from above, on to the heads of the living.
And to get statements out of them, there was a special cell, dark, with a low ceiling, less than 1.5 meters high, filled with ice-cold water. In the one dry place, in the center, stood a black coffin. And that was the only place where a person could escape the cold water. Many people went mad in that coffin.
Ivan Trafimavic resisted all the torture and did not give in, did not sign a confession. After the fall of Yezhov, he was released, ill and gray-haired... And at the beginning of the 1950s, he happened to go on business with his son to the Ministry of Social Security of the Belarusian SSR. In the vestibule, they met a self-possessed woman, dressed elegantly, with her head held proudly high and her graying hair fashionably coiffured. - "Hello, Ivan Trafimavic!" - she sang rather than said in a deep-chested voice, and walked on. Ivan Trafimavic fainted into the arms of his son. - "Who was that, Dad?" - "That was Bajkova. Before the war, she was an investigator with the Mahileu NKVD". She had tortured Ivan Trafimavic. All the prisoners in Mahileu trembled before Bajkova. She was a sadist. She only interrogated males, and was especially fond of torturing veterans of the revolution. She would order a prisoner to strip naked and to the waltz-tune "In the hills of Manchuria" would demand that he sing. Then she would take her specially-made whip with wire thongs and would beat the man on his private parts and most sensitive spots, working herself up into an ecstasy, while the prisoner fainted from the pain.
Until 1937, Ivan Trafimavic's son had gone to the same school as Bajkou's son (Bajkova's husband also worked in the NKVD) and he would sometimes go to their home, knowing nothing about all this. The hospitable lady of the house, wearing an apron, would bring them candies and tea.
Smyhalou: In the mid-1950s, when I was a captain in the Soviet Army, I was stationed in Vologda province. There I got to know a first lieutenant Piotr Uvarov, who had taken part in the deportation of the Crimean Tartars in the 1940s. He told me that all the apartment blocks where the Crimean Tartars lived were simultaneously surrounded by NKVD troops. A limit of an hour was set for the round-up. They were rounded up under the barrels of guns. If anyone tried to escape - death! The Tartars were herded into railroad box-cars and taken off to Siberia and Kazakhstan. On the way they were given only salt sprats and herrings. But they were given no water, and they began to die: first the sick and the old, and then the others. At every halt, they threw out the dead. People begged for mercy, but there was no mercy. The guards took their valuables and money for themselves. Uvarov spoke about the Tartars' sufferings with satisfaction, with enjoyment. He considered that he had acted correctly, and he praised Stalin's policy towards the Tartars.
Pazniak: There ought to be a book of National Remembrance. The images which rise up from peoples stories make a deep impression. "I remember that in the winter of 1938, I was going along the road near the NKVD building", - recalls Siarhiej Fiodaravic Laducka from Mensk, - "The cold took your breath away. But from the open windows of the NKVD cellars, from underground, as it were, steam was rolling out through the bars just as if from a locomotive - that's how many people were arrested!" The image is piercing, like a flash of lightning. On the upper floors, there are stern hominids, in uniform tunics and breeches. They write reports, they open and close portfolios, they walk around busily with papers. And below them, in cellars packed to bursting, people, choking in blood and sweat, breathe out steam. Where is this locomotive rushing to? Where will it stop?
We have found the stop. The thought: "What did they do with the people they shot?" gives one no rest. Where have they gone? There were not just two or three of them, but thousands. At the beginning of the 1970s, on the northern edge of Mensk, to the left of the Lahoj highway, but not as far as the Ring Road, there was still a village called Zialony Luh. Old people living there told us that, two kilometers to the north of the village, in the forest between the Ring Road and the Zaslauje Road from 1937 to 1941, every day and every night they used to shoot people who were brought there on trucks. On the hills there stood an old stand of conifers, surrounded by broadleaf trees and thickets. Some 10 - 15 hectares of the coniferous stand had been surrounded by a fence, more than 3 meters high, made of closely fitting, overlapping, wooden planks, with barbed wire on top. Outside the fence were guards and dogs. The people were brought there along the gravel road which ran from the Lahoj highway to Zaslauje. They used to call it the "Road of death".
Questioning the people of Zialony Luh and neighbouring villages - Cna-Jodkava and Drazdova - observers and witnesses of these terrible events - helped us to establish not only the facts, but even to plot the scenes of the mass murders. But in the 1970s, to go public, to tell everyone about this, was impossible.
In 1987-88, we located several former inhabitants of Zialony Luh, which by now had been demolished, and once again we questioned old people and witnesses of the events in neighbouring villages, we elucidated circumstances and details, and recorded the answers.
The shootings began here in 1937. At first, three times a day - at dawn, at 2.00 p.m. and in the evening, at dusk. They brought a few truck-loads of people into the forest and shot them. They threw down the corpses, as ordered, into deep pits which had been dug there, layer upon layer. when they had shot enough to fill the pits right up, they put a layer of sand, not more than 20-25 cm thick, on top of it. Sometimes they planted pine saplings on top.
In the second half of 1937, they enclosed the site. They began to carry out the killings according to a different timetable: after lunch, in the late afternoon, and all through the night. The transport went on rolling up, every day, without a break on Sundays. "They used to shoot every day", - says Kaciaryna Mikalajeuna Bahajcuk (born 1919), a resident of Cna, - "and the trucks went on roaring. Sometimes, in the evenings, when the men came home, they would go out into the yard and listen to the shooting; they would talk about it quietly, grieve together, and disperse."
"Another time several trucks at a time would roll up together, straight into the enclosure and they kept coming with no let-up," - says Dar'ja Ihnatauna Touscik (born 1911) from Cna. - "And the road into the forest was rolled flat, like asphalt. When they started shooting, you could hear moaning, weeping, cursing."
"The whole village was in a state of terror. For years we could not sleep at night because of the shooting," - says a long-time resident of Cna, Raman Mikalajevic Bacian (born 1913). This was confirmed by Mikalaj Piatrovic Niachajcyk (born 1921) and other inhabitants of Cna. - "The older boys, those who were braver, even used to get inside the fence. They made holes in the barrier and could see quite a lot." - We asked if any of them were still alive. - "Yes. Mikola Karpovic."
- "Did anyone ever manage to get away from here?" - I ask. - "Where could they get away to, there's that fence!" - Mikola Vasilijevic replies. - "True, once in the late afternoon, when the light was already fading, I was on my way through the forest from Zialony Luh to Cna with one of our people. It was horrible. Suddenly they stopped shooting. And we saw a man sitting under a tree, with his shirt soaked in blood, barely alive. We came up to him - what to do? Suddenly the rumble of a truck. We jumped aside, we went on. There were two NKVD men in front of us. - "Who are you?", - they asked (in Russian) - "People from Cna!" - "You haven't seen anyone, have you?" - "No - we-ell, there was some chap sitting over there..." - the old man quavered. Then they spotted him and dragged him away by the feet. They threw him into the truck, like a log, and drove off. But how he ever managed to get out of there, I still can't imagine to this very day!"
Nevertheless, in 1938, one man did manage to escape from the shooting. - "Through the fence - and they didn't find him," testifies Maryja Ryhorauna Paciarsuk (born 1911) from Cna. One man. Maybe he is still alive. Maybe he is reading these lines and will make himself known?
Maryja Ryhorauna confirmed that before shooting the people, they gagged them. Vasil Jakaulevic Skvarceuski (born 1930) a resident of the village of Drazdova also spoke about this. So did others. But many people heard screams, weeping, pleas for mercy. Maybe they were short of gags. But surely the explanation lies somewhere else. A person who goes on killing people regularly for a long time gradually becomes a sadist. It becomes necessary for him to torment his victims before he kills them. And so they tormented these people before they killed them.
It seems that the killers were not just trying to save bullets when they made one bullet go through two people at once. This was their kind of bravura, an executioner's sport, a demonstration of their professionalism. Karpovic certainly witnessed this atypical form of rifle-shooting. We questioned everyone in great detail who heard the killings or who had heard from those who had seen, and we came to the conclusion that the shooting was normally carried out with Nagan revolvers or pistols. (This was confirmed later by the excavations.)
"Did the shots sound loud?" - we asked Valancina Michajlauna Sachanava (born 1929) from Cna. "No. It was a dry klop-klop-klop - but it went on the whole time. They did some shooting. Then it went quiet. Then klop-klop-klop again." - Valancina Michajlauna also went inside the "execution grounds". She and a neighbour's boy dug a hole under the fence and clambered through to pick berries (they were 10-12 years old). There they saw the dug-up earth and a great number of filled-in pits. They clambered out with their berries, and there, facing them, was a soldier. "Stop! And now turn them out!" - he ordered the boy (in Russian). He took the berries and barked: "Quick march, out of here!"
The shootings went on until the very beginning of the war (June 1941). During the war, the inhabitants of the neighbouring villages pulled down the fence to use the wood, and quickly cut down and carted away the old coniferous forest. Now a post-war forest has grown up here, with trees 40-45 years old.
"Didn't the Germans shoot people here?" - we asked Valancina Michajlauna. "No, the Germans weren't here. They didn't shoot people here." We put this question to everyone we interviewed. They all gave us the self-same answer: the Germans were not interested in this site.
"What did the site look like when they pulled down the fence?" we asked Sachanava. "It was all dug up, sand and tall grass, and also a lot of red toadstools, pink mushrooms, on thin stalks. As if blood had been spilt there. Well, people said that they had grown out of human blood." A lot of people recall the toadstools on the grave pits; they reckon that they had come from the blood which was spilt there. Ah, we thought, another folklore motif of suffering. But later we discovered that the people were telling the truth. These toadstools are called "garlicheads", they grow on sand that has been dug up to a great depth and they smell of garlic.
It was painful to talk to the old women about this time. "Well, my children, how many good people they shot," - wails Kaciaryna Michajlauna Bahajcuk. - "If only there were a monument put up to them!" - she weeps. - "There was one especially terrible night," - says Nadzieja Jafimauna Chomic (born 1922) from Zialony Luh. Before the war she lived in Babrujsk, but she often went to Zialony Luh to visit her sister whose house was right by the forest. "The whole time, shooting, dogs barking, shouting, weeping and lamenting!" And she too weeps.
"The dogs were fierce. They were probably hungry," - adds Sonia Andrejeuna Kozic (born 1925) from Zialony Luh. - "And they kept on shooting almost without a break, especially at night."
"There was a great deal of blood splashed around," - reports Maryja Ivanauna Pacirsuk (born 1925) from Cna. - "And groans. Even those who had been buried, still groaned."
Viera Fiodarauna Touscik (born 1933) from Drazdova recalls that when she was seven years old, she and some other children used to run to watch the killing. Her recollections are fragmentary, what a child's memory retained - the pits heaped with fresh yellow sand and the blood on the grass. "And the sand over the pits was still heaving, as if it were breathing."
Question: Did they take anyone from Drazdova? "I don't remember. I was a little girl. But older people told me that they took people from all the villages around. An automobile would come. They came in the night and said: "Get ready!" Where to, they didn't explain."
"Well, the person would get ready. Stuff some bread and lard into a bag. And then they just took them over there and shot them in the pits. Why doesn't someone put up a monument to them? So many people were killed! So many of our nation they carried off!"
Matruna Mikalajeuna Mantasava (born 1914) from Zialony Luh recounts how in 1937 they took two men, the Stryhavy's, from Padbaloccie. "Who were they?" we ask, "Just simple people, workers." - "Why did they take them?" - "No one knows. In those days no one said anything or asked questions. At night an automobile, some kind of truck, they called it a "black Maria" (literally "black raven" - Translator) went round the villages. They took the husband of Tania Matusievic as well, and the teacher who lived next door. I can't recall their surnames. Everyone said that they were taking people from all the villages around. How many good people they've killed! If only there were a memorial to them now. What terrible tyranny our nation suffered!"
Valancina Sachanava says that she remembers how they took three people from the neighbouring village of Jakubavicy. "Why?" - "Oh, they said that all denounced one another for some crime - they all perished. And in our village, in Cna, they grabbed the schoolmaster, Arsien Paulavic Hrusa. He was a fine man." Valancina Michajlauna said that she had heard her elders saying at that time they were grabbed because an activist, a brigade-leader in Cna was under pressure to "make up" the required number of "enemies of the people".
We questioned Maryja Ryhorauna Paciarsuk about arrests in the area. - "From Chmarynscyny (this village no longer exists - Author) they took three people: Andrej Filipovic, Sciapan Ciarluk and, I've forgotten the third one's name, he was some newcomer." - Did you hear about enquiries or demands to denounce "enemies of the people"? - "From 1937, the head of the Rural Soviet - we were the Papiernianski Rural Soviet then - was Cimafiej Vasilievic Bacian, and he was asked, if there weren't any of them around. And he replied: "No, we don't have any."
Question: Did they shoot people anywhere else in the locality? "Yes, there were shootings. At Zdanovicy, near Baravaja, near Drazdova, to the right of the narrow-gauge railway. (The narrow-gauge railway no longer exists - Author), and in Mensk, at the back of the Caluskincau Park, where the Vavilau plant is."
Question to Maryja R. Paciarsuk, D.I.Touscik and M.I.Paciarsuk (village Soviet Deputy and member of the Communist Party) "What should be done with the site now? The city has spread right up to it and the Ring Road touches it." - "Put up a monument!" - they all replied.
We also met people who talked about all this almost in a whisper. They asked us never to mention their names. Some of them kept silent. And, for example, Mikalaj Vasiljevic Ihnasou (born 1914) from Zialony Luh (he survived the entire war and wound up in Berlin) told us only that he had been afraid even to go near that fence, because people who went inside it never came out again.
But there were also dare-devils who took pride in digging up bodies (especially in the early days when there was no fence) and laying them under the trees to "put one over on the NKVD". One time someone dug up two of them and dragged them away from the pit" - V.Skarbaceuski recounts, - and set them out under the trees, with newspapers in their hands so they could read! There was a row. They wanted to find out who had done it.'" That is how life was then. Circumstances gave birth to icy terror and icy sacrilege.
Analysis of the Stalinist system of genocide and the new facts which have recently come to light allow one to understand why they destroyed, first of all, the intelligentsia, the leading party and military cadres, and the industrious peasants. But it is not always understandable why they destroyed the simple, sometimes even illiterate, peasants and workers. It was difficult to explain Stalin's logic even for those who were with him, because, in essence, this was not human logic, but some other brand. An explanation may be given in part by the so-called "planned economy" of the repressions. In the 1930s, Molotov told Stalin that there were not enough prisons, and that, most important, prisoners "have to be fed". There was already a famine in the Soviet Union. And so they began to make extensive use of the camp system, killing people during transport to the camps, letting them die of cold and hunger, etc. A planned "progressive "method was used to destroy whole nations. In every town, county etc. quotas were imposed. The repressions were carried out according to a blue-print. A "movement" sprang up for the fulfilment and overfulfillment of the plan for repressions (revealing "enemies of the people"). The number of "enemies" uncovered by individual efforts was made known in reports, speeches and newspapers. If the plan had not been fulfilled and it was the end of the plan period, they took anyone. That's when the "black Marias" went roaming round the villages.
The site near the Zaslauje road was called Brod. Here, not far away, there was a swamp. We asked the inhabitants of Drazdova whether there had been an old name for the area which was later fenced off, that stand of conifers on the hills, Yes, they said, the area was called Kurapaty... "Why?" - "Because in the spring white flowers grew all over it, and they are called "kurapaty"." "Maybe you mean "kuraslepki"?" - "Aha, kuraslepki, yes, they're kurapaty!" (Dialect name for the white anemones - Author)
Kurapaty makes an indescribably painful impression. Across the southern side of the site cuts the ring Road, which was built in 1957. There they dug up skulls and bones. We walk up the slope and go into the forest, and at once the graves begin, a countless number of sunken, overgrown pits. The people had rotted away, and the earth sank. The dimensions of the pies varied: 2x3, 3x3, 4x4, 6x8 meters and larger. In the center there was a big hill - a ridge. All over its slopes and the lowland area were sunken pits, and more pits. Only at the very top of the ridge was it more or less smooth, as if there had once been a road there. Maybe they had driven automobiles up there, to have the light from their headlamps at night. On the southern side we found the place where the fence had been. The ditch in front of it had been well dug, just as the villagers had told us. From the barely perceptible hollows, we determined where the posts had been - at a distance of four meters apart.
The pits differed in dimensions. They had possibly also been dug to different depths. So it was not possible to calculate exactly the number of victims in each pit.
In the 1970s it was still fairly quiet at Kurapaty. Now the Zialony Luh development has spread out close to it. When you approach the graves, a kind of despair seizes you. Now this is a recreation ground for the citizens of Mensk. Children play here.
Pazniak: May 1 of this year was happy and noisy, like on the Boulevard. Families and groups were relaxing and enjoying themselves. They had lit campfires on the graves, here they were eating, drinking, barbecuing kebabs, playing guitars, playing cards, breaking branches, chopping down trees, transistors were blaring. Someone was tapping a birch-tree which had grown up in a grave depression, to get at the sap... I was amazed why blood didn't flow from it. Of course, the people knew nothing. They did not know that beneath them there lay a generation. But once again that image of the locomotive came back to me - only this time, with smoke from barbecued kebabs.
Smyhaleu: When those "quiet retirees" die who created this oblivion, they will be laid in a coffin. At their funerals people will say fine things about them, and an orchestra will play. But for those who lie here the only orchestra was the barking of dogs and revolver shots. And how the children and families of the victims suffered! Oh no, it must all be remembered. And after death, let each be given his due.
The appearance of several of the graves evoked alarming suspicions in us. Exceptionally deep depressions with sometimes small mounds along the sides, as if someone at some time had dug them up. Some of the pits had been dug up fairly recently to a depth of more than a meter. There were no bones to be seen anywhere. In one of the graves, schoolchildren had dug themselves a "den". It was more than one meter deep... Clean, friable, uncompacted, undisturbed sand. Our alarm was all the greater when we recalled that one of the villagers, who wanted to preserve his anonymity, had told us that just after the war, soldiers had been digging there for a long time.
On May 5, 1988, with the help of the archaeological group of the Institute of History of the Academy of Sciences of the Belarusian SSR, we began the excavation of one of the graves. A trial trench of 0.5x1 meter was dug at the center of the depression to a depth of 1.5 meters. No results. Pure sand.
This discovery impressed our group (five persons in all) no less than the very fact of the mass repressions. How could we fail to appreciate their vileness. Someone had been digging here after the war. They were trying to cover their tracks. This means that, even then, they know what they had done. So where is your "honest" conviction of the righteousness of your cause, of the righteousness of your orders! It seems that you were afraid, even then. To undertake such a task, like something out of ancient Egypt? To dig up so many corpses? What did you do with them? Did you take them away and bury them? You burned them? It was no small fry who gave the order for exhumation. Beria? Tsanava? Malenkov? Who?
But the very same day we learned that the killers had not been able to remove all traces. Some boys came up to us, the boys who had dug the "den" in the grave depression on May 1, and led us to the other end of the territory. They pushed aside the fir twigs which covered the pole fence and we saw a heap of human skulls with bullet holes through them, bones and leather and rubber footwear. The boys had been making their "den" deeper, and had gone down to almost two meters, when they came upon an obstruction of human bones. The boys had dug up the lower stratum of the grave.
We recall that when the NKVD men had shot one batch of victims, they covered the corpses with sand and leveled off the bottom. During the exhumation, the soldiers had removed the bones to a depth of two meters, and had apparently come to the conclusion that that was the end of the pit. Or else there were simply cheating when their superiors were not around. The true depth of the grave pit was 2.8 m, and its area approximately 3x3m. The boys had very properly, like archaeologists, removed half the stratum (23 victims). Among the corpses were found ceramic enamel mugs, a leather purse containing Soviet kopecks from the 1930s (the latest date on the coins was 1936), a toothbrush in a case produced by a Viciebsk factory, a large number of spent cartridge cases from 7.5 mm Nagan revolvers, and a pair of round, broken spectacles with thin metal rims.
All the rubber galoshes bore Soviet factory marks and the date 1937. Some men's leather boots were found and also some women's footwear. The bullet holes in the skulls were, as a rule, at the back, in the occipital region, where often two holes could be seen, side by side. There were some skulls with holes in the temple, in the forehead, and in the top of the head (shot while in the pit). All the entry holes were of diameter 7.5 mm.
What do these finds tell us? The grave was "shot full" in 1937-38. The victims were shot with Nagan revolvers. They were shot, it appears, without trial, without the pronouncement of a sentence of death. And so here they lie, with their knapsacks and the things they grabbed when they were ordered to "get ready", mugs, toothbrushes, and even small change. They were clearly not aware that they were going to be shot.
I should like to give the names of the boys who helped us in these far from easy investigations. They are Ihar Baha (he has already graduated from school and is working as a mason), and two pupils of school No.171 in Mensk, Viktar Piatrovic and Aleksandar Makrusyn.
Another grave pit was broached during the laying of the gas-main along the top of the upland-ridge through Kurapaty. The grave was not large, and was sited to the side of the former road. During the exhumation it was apparently "overlooked", and they forgot to dig it up. The workers of the Belspecmontaz construction department of the State Committee for Gas of the BSSR and later some children uncovered bones there and also 15 skulls with bullet-holes and 20 pairs of leather footwear and galoshes. The footwear included the remains of women's shoes. The galoshes bore the marks of domestic factories and the date 1939. One galosh had the mark of a Riga factory and an inscription in the Latin alphabet. The date was 1939. This gives one to understand that the grave must date from 1940 since there was a Latvian among those shot there (at that time we had no trade in galoshes with Latvia).
A formal statement concerning the excavation was drawn up and the Baraulany Rural Soviet was notified. The chairman of the rural Soviet, Siarhiej Cacaniec received the news about the grave of the victims without understanding. A Commission was even set up to determine the circumstances and to rebury the human remains and the bones were collected in a specially-made coffin.
Now, first of all, proper notice-boards must be put up around Kurapaty with information about the locality, so that people can know that it is not a place for picnics or recreation. We do not think that the exhumation of all the graves was carried out completely, to the end (taking into account that this was done in the 1940s). Surely thousands of victims still lie there, at the bottom of the deepest graves.
It will also be necessary to conduct a public reburial of the exhumed remains and to think about a memorial to the victims of Stalin's repressions at this site.
A special topic is that of forgiveness and punishment. Let the reader think this out for himself. We feel that there is no forgiveness for genocide. For those who carried out such deeds, there can be no Statute of Limitations. When you find yourself in a deep, cold, three-meter pit, carpeted with corpses, and take in your hand the slimy sole from a woman's shoe, small-fitting, not more than size 34, you understand this beyond any doubt.
And yet, they are still trying to talk about some kind of "principles"!..
Zianon Pazniak, Jauhien Smyhalou
(After the excavations at Kurapaty)
This year (1988), from July 6 through 15, the investigative agencies of the Procurator's Office of the BSSR carried out a selective exhumation of the graves at Kurapaty. The criminological investigation enquiry headed by Counsellor of Justice J.J.Broliss, a special investigator. A number of specialists (criminologists, medical experts, archaeologists, etc.) were officially invited to participate in the investigation. The archaeological excavations and the examination of the buried remains were carried out by a group of archaeologists from the Institute of History of the Academy of Sciences of the BSSR (Z.S.Pazniak, M.M.Kryvalcevic, A.V.Iou). The scientific report on the archaeological investigations was reviewed, analysed, and approved by the Department of Archaeology (of that Institute) and submitted to the Procurator.
During a recent conversation with the Editor-in-Chief of this weekly ("Literature and Art") and Z.Pazniak, the Chairperson of the government commission. Deputy Chairperson of the Council of Ministers of the BSSR Nina M. Mazaj, spoke about the work of the commission at the present stage and indicated that after all these investigations and specialist reports were completed, the results of the commission's activity would be made available to the mass media, including "Literature and Art". Today we have a report by Zianon Pazniak, a participant in the excavations, and a co-author of the famous article "Kurapaty, the Road of Death".
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I should like to share with the readers of "Literature and Art" some of the results of the archaeological excavations.
First of all, I must point out that our investigations revealed nothing that was in principle new in comparison with the first excavations carried out at the beginning of May this year and described in the article "Kurapaty, the Road to Death". This in accordance with the well-known rule of archaeology that to determine the essential characteristics of a monotype monument (in this case, a cemetery), it is sufficient to investigate only parts of it, providing that several locations are studied. The historical fact of the mass shootings of the population in Kurapaty carried out by the Stalinists in 1937-1941 was clear from the start, the subsequent selective exhumation using archaeological methods simply confirmed it at a more scientific level. The excavations and exhumation also had to be carried out in order to make an expert criminological study, to obtain unambiguous juridical arguments and proofs for the criminal case which would be necessary to elucidate the nature of the crime, the identities of the guilty persons and the victims, to frame the charges, and to transmit them to the court.
The archaeological investigation was carried out by means of test-trenches, excavations, and trenches on three sides of the burial ground.
In all, seven excavations and one test-trench were dug (general numbering). Excavations 1-3 were carried out on the eastern side, on the northern slope of the hill (ridge), which was grown over by sparse coniferous woodland. Excavations 5 and 6 were on the southern side of Kurapaty (Brod) about 200 m. south-west from excavations 1-3, and close to the Ring Road. Excavation 8 was approximately 75 and 160 m. north-west of excavations 1-3, on the northern edge of the upland.
The excavations were carried out layer-wise using spades. The soil was sorted manually and checked by metal-detectors, and the depth, character, and colour of the contents of the graves were recorded, and determined stratigraphically. For this purpose the graves were first investigated by intersecting trenches. Along the lines of the trenches drawings were made of the longitudinal and transverse profiles (sections) of the burials on a scale of 1:20.
The extraction and sorting of the infill soil of the graves was carried out until the burial layer was revealed over the whole area of the excavation. We then began to clear this layer of sand, using trowels, knives and brushes. This enabled us to observe the upper level of the burials. After this, we recorded the depth, individual finds, skulls, footwear and bones, clothing, and drew a plan (scheme of the location of the principal finds and remains of the victims) on a scale of 1:20, and photographed the excavations using photographic film (the criminologists also made video recordings).
When this work was completed, we began, together with the medical forensic experts, to remove the burial layer. Here we recorded all individual finds, skulls, footwear, and the remains of clothing, noting the location and depth at which they were found. All the finds from this layer and the necessary amount of human remains were described and recorded on the plan by the archaeologists and then taken by the medical forensic experts and criminologists for specialized study.
In all the burials which we excavated, the picture was the same. The graves were filled with sand to a depth of 1.80-2.00 meters. From this point, there occurred an undisturbed layer of bones, skulls, rotten clothing, and footwear. The thickness of this layer at the center of the grave was 0.20-0.70 meters. The depth of the grave-pits varied in an analogous manner from 2.00 to 2.75 meters. It was a characteristic feature that at the edges of the burial-pits the skulls and bones occurred as early as the level of 1.75 m. below the present surface, while at the center, as has already been noted, they occurred at 1.80-2.00 m. The difference in level of the burial layer between the edges and the center in some burials amounted to more than one meter, and the whole layer of bones appeared like a deep depression. Around the edges of this depression, as a rule, there were skulls. In the center, in the lower part of the depression, everything was mixed together: footwear, bones, rotten clothing, skeletons all jumbled up, and as a rule, the skulls and certain bones were missing, the spines were broken up into individual vertebrae, and some of these were missing too, there were a great number of galoshes, shoes, and boots not connected with the bones and lying separately. Some examples of footwear were found outside the sandy contents of the graves and here too there were a large number of spent cartridge-cases from Nagan revolvers.
What does this mean and how did such a situation come about? It came about as a result of a previous exhumation; the graves were excavated and the bones removed when someone, as we have already written, wanted to "muddy the trail".
The earlier exhumation was carried out in a slipshod manner, any old way. Not all the bones were removed; some were left at the bottom and sides. This is because the contours of the grave-pit and the excavation pit do not coincide. They made an approximate excavation mainly in the center. The excavation pit was usually smaller than the grave-pit. Moreover, they dug slant-wise, like a cone. And so bones were left around the edges of the graves. Obviously they dug without a properly thought-out plan of action, and without clearing the burial layer. In such a case the excavation is carried out blindly, during the work the sand is constantly falling in and accumulating at the bottom, making it more difficult to find and remove the bones, and creating the illusion that one has reached the end of the burial, especially at a depth of some 2 meters, where it becomes difficult to throw one's spadefuls up to the surface, and stereotype concepts about the standard depth of a grave (2 meters) come into play. And they, as we see, were even deeper.
An analysis of the state of the remains of the burial layer discovered during our excavation leads to the conclusion that the people who actually carried out the previous digging and exhumation of the Kurapaty graves had no interest in their work; they carried it out any old way, as "hack-work" even, unconscientiously. That is how people normally work under compulsion. All this makes one pay attention to the reports that in the 1940s, after the War soldiers "used to dig" here. It might even be possible to find witnesses of these excavations. Theoretically, this is possible, providing, of course, that the Stalinists allowed them to live.
It is possible to establish the fact of the previous excavation and exhumation unequivocally only by archaeological methods. Other methods (medical analysis, etc.) play an auxiliary role. Hence the archaeological work was carried out with exceptional care. The signs of the previous exhumation could be observed very clearly during the excavation of burial No 5. which we took to be of average dimensions (4.00 x 3.10 m.). On the transverse section the stratigraphy of the layers and contours of the two pits was well defined. The outer contour corresponds to the edges of the original grave-pit; the inner contour to the edges of the former exhumation pit. They are, as it were, "placed" one in the other. The mismatch in breadth is 0.55 m. In this space, along the wall of the grave there appeared the upper level of the burial layer, which had been left during the earlier clearance. The bones were located here at a depth of 0.70 m. below the present surface layer. But the surface, before the war, when the grave was dug, was 0.20 m. lower than today, and this can be clearly seen on the profile (wall) of the excavation. The 20 cm. rise was due to the sand cast out of the grave when it was being dug. Does this mean, you ask, that the bodies lay at a depth of 0.50 m.? Yes, at that time, when the exhumation was carried out in the 1940s, they were at this depth. But the grave itself was shot full almost to the top. It must be taken into account that later, as the clothing crumbled away and the bodies decayed, the burial layer sank lower, by at least 20-25 cm. Here we may recall the accounts of people and eyewitnesses that after the shootings the graves were covered in by a layer of sand not thicker than 20-25 cm. The coincidence of these reports and the results of our investigations is obvious.
All the burials on which we carried out an archaeological investigation and where traces of the earlier exhumation were apparent, had depressions of depth from 0.18 to 0.65 m. from the line of the edges of the grave. Thus all the burials at Kurapaty which still exist today are characterized by analogous depressions. Hence it follows that the depressions over the graves formed after the previous exhumation and the subsequent infilling with an insufficient amount of soil (since a considerable volume of corpses had been removed from the burial layer). Thus we may draw the conclusion that all the burial sites which have been discovered at Kurapaty up to the present time underwent an earlier excavation and exhumation.
In almost all the skulls which we dug up (there were 312 of them), bullet-holes could be observed, usually in the nape; often there were two, or even three holes. There were also lateral holes, and holes at the back, under the skull. Maybe some of the victims tried to make a break for it, and the killers shot them wherever they could, or maybe we see here the various "signatures" of different killers.
We found about 200 cartridge-cases from Nagan-type revolvers and one from a TT pistol. There were several dozen bullets, some of them in the skulls. The diameters of the Nagan cartridge-cases, bullets, and bullet-holes in the skulls coincided.
The majority of the skulls had large jagged holes of diameter 5-6 cm. and even larger in the forehead, at the side, or on top. These were the exit holes of the bullets. They are evidence of the fact that the barrel of the revolver was pressed right against the nape. When the shot was fired, the gases from the powder were forced under pressure to follow the bullet into the skull and out through the exit hole, spurting out blood and brain matter. We may recall the testimony of Maryja Ivanauna Paciarsuk and other people who said that there was a lot of blood all around on the leaves and grass.
In grave No.2 during the extraction of the burial layer, two thin layers of light sand were revealed between the bones, alternating with an interval of 0.30-0.40 m. This was due to layer-wise infilling with the victims. Once again, we recall the evidence of the eye-witnesses that they shot people in batches, and shovelled sand in after each batch, until they had shot enough to fill the pit right up.
All the clothing in the graves had rotted away. We found only a few rare fragments of synthetic fibres and parts of leather garments. In burial No.3 we found a carefully folded leather greatcoat with shoes wrapped up in it. Folded leather clothing and wrapped up footwear were also found in other burials, including women's boots and leather gloves. There was even one object which in form and consistency resembled a sandwich (the experts consider that this was entirely probable). In burial No.3 we also found chicken bones (breastbone). These were the remains of packed meals which people had taken with them... for the trip.
The footwear had been preserved the best. We found boots, women's ankle-boots, shoes, pumps, galoshes, women's gumboots, slippers, rubber work-boots, hemp-sandals, and moccasins. The Soviet galoshes, as a rule, bore the date of manufacture and the name of the factory, ("Red Knight", "Red Triangle", "Rezintrest", etc.). In burials No.1-3 there was only Soviet-produced and home-made footwear; most of the galoshes were marked 1937. We also encountered home-made rubber work boots, including some made out of automobile inner-tubes and tires - the footwear of the poorest peasants. Most of the pumps and boots had worn-down heels which had been repaired a number of times.
In graves No.5-6 and 8, Soviet-made galoshes were encountered only rarely. The markings here were mostly in Latin script with the trademarks of firms: "Gentleman", "Record", "Rygawar", etc. This footwear also bore the impressions "Made in Poland" At the same time, we also found galoshes with the markings of the well-known "Red Triangle" factory and the date 1939, and besides woven-leather sandals, were moccasins or, as they call them in Western Belarus, "walkers". These "walkers" used to be worn by the poorest peasants, and they were still in use up to 1939. The footwear found in these burials must therefore have been worn by the population of Western Belarus.
It is worth noting that between these groups of graves, in April of this year, when they were digging the trenches for the gas-main, a grave was discovered in which there were several dozen pairs of footwear, mainly of Soviet manufacture: galoshes dated 1939. And among them there was one with the inscription "Riga", "1939", and one shoe with the markings "Kvadrats", "Riga", "1941".
Among the personal items found, the most common were men's combs, women's back-combs, purses, and wallets (sometimes containing money and coins), tooth-brushes, toothbrush cases, spectacles, spectacle-cases, soap-boxes, enamel and pottery mugs, a box of matches, coins, with dates of the 1930s, cigarette-holders, buttons, dental prostheses. Catholic medals (medallions) for wearing. We also found a saucepan, a glass ampoule containing medication (tablets), a comb case, a plastic jar for tooth-powder, a wedding ring with the date 1935 engraved on it, a monocle, pince-nez, a razor-blade, etc. Most of these items bore manufacturer's marks. The inscriptions on the mugs were: Rostov-on-Don, Warszawa, etc., on the combs "Mosplastmas f-ka No.4", "NKLP-BSSR", "King Hall fax Garantie", "Durabit garantie", etc., and on the toothbrushes "Art Shchetkagreb", "Vitshche Kombinat", "Marque Peposee", "Bo-bo", "Non Plus Ultra", etc.
Archaeological analysis of the relationship and distribution of the finds in the burials provides essential information about the people who were killed. Firstly, it made it possible to trace the geography and chronology of the burials at Kurapaty. The shootings began on the eastern part of the territory. This area is densely covered by burial depressions. The graves date from 1937-1938. During the excavation of May 5, 1988, and also in the excavations of graves No.1-3 carried out on this site, we found items and objects of exclusively Soviet manufacture, including some produced in the BSSR, and a great deal of home-made footwear. There were a few toilet articles. All this indicates that those buried here were local people, belonging to the civilian working stratum of the population. The social level of most of them was not high (workers, peasants, rural intelligentsia, possibly some white-collar workers. Grave No.1 was "shot full", it would seem, in winter. Here there was a great deal of rotted winter leather clothing jackets), remains of felt over-boots, rubber work-boots, etc.
Further to the west and south-west, were located burials from 1939 and after 1939. In the grave under the gas-main and in excavations 5, 6 and 8 on this site, in addition to Soviet and home-made items, there were finds of Polish manufacture, and, it appears, objects imported from abroad into pre-war Poland. There can be no doubt that here lie the peasants and intelligentsia from Western Belarus, shot after September, 1939. Among them, too, there were probably persons coming from the Baltic States.
The lowest social level of the burials in this group was recorded in excavation No.8. Here there were no toilet articles (toothbrushes, soap-boxes and similar items), and in general few personal items. The footwear was fairly ordinary, of low quality and workmanship, there was little leather clothing, and no spectacles, etc. It would seem that mainly peasants from Western Belarus were buried in this grave.
Excavation No.5 yielded the highest number of "intelligentsia" personal items (a large number of toilet articles, spectacles, a monocle, pince-nez, medication, etc.). The footwear here was of high quality, factory-made, stylish, custom-made, the women's ankle-boots had high heels, some gloves were found, etc. It is not hard to guess what social group of the population lies here.
Tacciana Vikiencieuna Matusievic (b.1906) from Zialony Luh, whose house stood beside the road to Kurapaty, recalls that before the War, they used to bring truckloads of people here to be shot, day after day, without a break, truck after truck. Kaciaryna Ivanauna Audziejenka, a resident of Drazdova village, which is near Kurapaty, recalls that in 1939, people were taken by truck into the forest up on to "Siarhiej Hill" and shot in pits. (Apparently they could not cope in Brod, there were too many!)
From the inventory of the finds and from the fact that a lot of the objects (clothes, footwear) were folded, and from the presence of packed meals, purses, etc., one may conclude that these people were prepared for a long journey, that they had left their homes shortly before their deaths and that they had not been detained in prison. This makes one think that they were shot without trial, or, in the language of the Stalinists, "liquidated".
T.V.Matusievic recalls an instance how on one occasion, before there was a fence at Brod, but after they had started the shootings, the forester Karol Kananovic observed in the forest some pits which had been filled in, and set with pine-saplings and nearby, at a fork in the road, a forgotten rustic bag containing provisions (sausage, bread, etc.). Someone didn't even have time to get hungry before he was shot.
In the remains of the burial layers which remained at the bottom of the graves after the exhumations of the 1940s, various numbers of bodies were revealed. The least were in grave No.3 (31 bodies, reckoning by the skulls) and the most in burial No.5 (87 skulls, but 107 victims, counting by pairs of thigh-bones. The discrepancy between the skulls and pairs of thigh-bones was a result of the former exhumation). After taking measurements and considering all the data, one may make a rough calculation of the original number of bodies in the graves under investigation. This varies from 150 in the "winter" grave No.1 to 260 in grave No.5. If we take an average of 200 bodies to a grave and simply multiply by the number of burials so far identified (510), we obtain a figure of 102,000 persons. But the real number of victims must have been higher, for there are many graves of greater dimensions than those which we investigated and some burials were in pits more than 10 meters long. In such graves, thousands of bodies could have been buried. In addition, around 100 (if not more) grave depressions were filled in and then levelled by bulldozers during the laying of the gas-main and the felling of the woodland along its route in March-May 1988. A great number of graves were destroyed during the laying of the Ring Road at the end of the 1950s and through the beginning of the 1960s, and, possibly, during the 1940s, during the felling, logging, and replanting of the forest at this site. Nor did we take into account burials south of the Ring Road, where the southern edge of the shooting ground lay. The real number of burial sites at Kurapaty could have been as high as 900 or even more, while the size of the graves which have been destroyed or completely filled-in can now be estimated only from the dimensions of the existing graves.
What I found most disturbing, not as an archaeologist, but as human being, during the excavations, was the large number of women among the victims. Female skulls and possessions were found in all burials. In the remains in the burial layer of excavation No.6 for example, there were 35 skulls in all, of which, 10, the most complete, were taken for expert study. Out of these 10, eight were female. This discovery is yet further evidence that in the 1930s, there was a campaign of mass terror against the nation.
Secondly, subjective feelings. Pictures of childhood, of the 1940s and 1950s, clear images and subjects which are embedded in the memory, distinctly and in full colour, and which are later recalled like rosy dreams. As sharply as if it were today, I remember the details of life in my childhood home, - the spoon I used to eat with, the white china tableware with its gold lace rims, the mug with Warszawa inscription on it, the bright dark-blue enamelled little bowl with the picture of a white teapot on the base and the inscription "20 cm.". I even remember its "history". "And where is the little blue bowl?" I hear my granny's voice...
Excavation No.8. I carefully remove the sand around a little bowl which is lying on the pelvic bones of a skeleton. Now I turn it over and look at the markings, and put it back. "Bright, dark-blue enamel, with a white teapot on the base, and the letters "20 cm.". And now I hear how all around the pines are quietly murmuring over the grave.
When analysing the results of the excavations at Kurapaty, I noticed the exact coincidence between the information from the reports of people who had witnessed the shootings, and the facts revealed during the exhumation. Such a coincidence is characteristic precisely of direct testimony before the events have been folklorized in the national consciousness. The excavations thus confirmed not only the accuracy of the testimonies themselves but also the correctness of our method of procedure, developed together with J.Shmyhaleu, for questioning eye-witnesses. Out of the 170 eyewitnesses so far known, we questioned several dozen. Classification of the replies and summarising the results leads us in this case to the identical conclusion as if we had questioned hundreds of witnesses. (Since the basis of their observations was an unequivocal event, extended in time, and frequently repeated). A criminological investigation, however, will pose more specific tasks. For this, all the informants and eye-witnesses will have to be questioned.
The analysis of the reports also leads one to think that shootings at Kurapaty were carried out by specially detailed squads, but including, probably, some volunteers, who were impelled to do this for gain or simply in order to do something pleasantly different. The pattern of the killing may be reconstructed, in part, on the basis of the excavations. But let us add the words of an eye-witness.
Volha Cimafiejeuna Barouskaja from Cna (born 1927) says that when she was eleven years old, a neighbor's son, who was somewhat older than her decided to take the smaller children out to look for "big berries". He assembled a lot of them 10-11 girls, and they went to Brod. They crawled into the ditch under the fence and began picking. Indeed, there were a lot of berries there. The children were only vaguely aware of where the big boy had brought them. It was about four in the afternoon when they heard the trucks. "Heck, run for it! Let's get out of here girls!" shouted the young ringleaders, and they all piled into the ditch under the fence. While they were crowding in and crawling away the gate opened and through it drove an MK automobile, followed by three "black Marias", one after the other, and with rattling and shrieking, made straight for the last girl who was still at the side of the ditch. Now it was right beside her. She was so overcome with fear that she fell to the ground and hid under a dense fir-tree. And then she saw that there was some kind of sand and she was close to that sand. The MK drove up to the sand, and four men got our of it.
Question: "How were they dressed?" In a military outfit. Field shirts and boots, riding-breeches. "What colour riding-breeches?" I can't quite remember. The field-shirts were khaki, I think, and the breeches too. And they were all in belts, worn crosswise, what do they call them... baldrics, or what? "And did they have field cases of any kind?" They all did. And pistols in their belts. And round caps on their heads, like nowadays.
The military from the MK drove up to the pit. - Volha Cimafejeuna went on, - where that sand is, I thought, they've dug a pit there, and they looked into it. During this time the "black Marias" had turned round and made a formation in a line. One of them came up, unfastened the doors, and let out some people with bound hands. I thought: What are they going to do here? They must have untied one of them, and he fell straight on to his knees, clasping his hands and lamenting: "O, good people, O, my God, what is happening to me? What am I supposed to have done? What am I guilty of?"
Question: "What language was be lamenting in, Belarusian or Russian?" He spoke as we do in Cna, Belarusian. I saw how they drove them to the edge of the pit, and put their revolvers to the back of their heads and bang-bang-bang... And people began to fall over and fell into the pit. I even had to close my eyes. Such terror came over me, I had never thought that one could kill people. It was so terrifying that I kept losing consciousness, I fainted, I was shaking all over. And all the time they continued shooting, bringing people up and shooting them. There were only two people left... They tried begging. But instead, they shoved spades into their hands: Shovel some in! They shovelled some in. And then they (the military)... shot them too. And then they took the spades into their own hands and shovelled over them.
Question: "Were there women among these people?" Yes, there were. I saw them. And my father told me, and he often had a look round there, that there were women's back-combs scattered around in the sand on the pits. "How were these people dressed, in village clothing or urban clothing?" It's hard to say, somehow I don't remember, they were dressed, that's all. "How many people did they bring out from the trucks?" They brought them out in batches of six to eight at a time. Their hands were tied behind them. And in front of the pit, before they shot them, they untied them. "And how many batches were there in one truck?" I can't quite remember, maybe two. "And how did they reply to the people's lamenting and questions?" They didn't reply at all. Not a word. People were crying out and pleading, but they just went on with what they were doing! Just shouted "Stand! Stand! Stand!" (in Russian) - and that's all! "And didn't anyone try to make a break for it or resist, or escape?" No, no one. And where could you escape to? In front of you was the pit, and behind you them, with their guns. Where could you escape to. Into the pit? They'd just bury you alive. And that used to happen. When they did their shooting in the evening, next morning the earth would be breathing. More than once my father saw the earth moving, really breathing. He took this all too much to heart and really suffered. He would say: "God, what's, happening? The earth is breathing!" He would come home in the evening and say to mother: "Get up, mother. Come and hear the people weeping. Hear them crying". And mother went out and we children ran along after her and we heard their cries. The people were begging, women and men both: "Save me! Why? I'm innocent! Why me? If I only knew what I'm supposed to have done! Why me?" Well, you know, we all wept together. We thought that they were torturing them there. (The fact that people were asking what they were guilty of is evidence that they were shot without trial... - Z.P.)
Question: "Did they shoot them in fours, or how?" No, in twos. Two stood at the sides of the pit with revolvers on guard and two brought them out and shot them. "When they had finished shooting, what then? What did they talk about?" They didn't talk about anything. They closed up the "black Marias", sent them away, got into the MK and drove off. I jumped up, ran into the rye-field, I got lost, I started crying, I couldn't get home, something had happened to me. After this, every night I would jump up and cry, burst out crying. How many times mother dragged me off to sorcerers and healers. And even now, when I remember this, a wild fear seizes me...
The telephone rings. A woman's voice asks to meet me, choked with weeping. They killed her parents... her father and mother... in that forest...
Halina Sciapanauna Zukouskaja (married name Sidziakina, b.1924), resident of Mensk, recounts her memories. Her father Sciapan Ivanavic was born in Cna and lived there until 1932. He then built a house on Cna Street in Mensk and moved with his family into the city. He was educated as an economist, and worked as a social security planner in Government House. Her mother, Sofia Adamauna Sakovic, was a housewife, completely illiterate, she could not even sign her name. On October 31, 1937, at three in the morning, there came the noise of an automobile. It stopped, and NKVD men burst into the house. In those days, they used to round people up at night - Halina Sciapanauna says, - and everyone used to listen whether they could hear a car, they were on the alert. And so, the noise came. They ransacked the house, without (the statutory) witnesses, without warrants or any documents and gave no explanations whatsoever. They took people's (ID) passports and all their photographs and told them to get their things together. "Mother went off in slippers although the autumn had already turned cold", - Halina Sciapanauna recalls. She was thirteen years old at the time. That night she became an orphan. They came, they took and carried them off forever. No explanations and not a word of information. Only the curse of being a relative of an enemy of the people came down upon her.
The next day she went to the NKVD. There was a mass of people there. Long lines to see the investigators stood there for several days. She spent the night in the corridors, only to hear the routine announcement: exiled for ten years without the right of correspondence. She went and stood there three times. The apparatchik did not even look into the files, he gave everyone the same answer, as if programmed. They went on hoping. They did not know that their nearest and dearest had already been shot.
According to the information obtained from many of the witnesses, the shootings at Kurapaty were carried out by special squads. These included, according to Halina Sciapanauna, some of our own, local people. One of them was born and lived in Cna. (Since an investigation is in progress, I shall not give his name, but just denote him by the cryptonym "N"). He worked as a guard in the NKVD building in Mensk. Every day he walked to work through Cna Street, with his leather cross-belt creaking. When he happened to meet little Halina, he gave her a look of bitter hate. He knew his own people from Cna. He often boasted in the village that he had personally shot the Zukouskis in Brod. To vaunt yourself as a slayer of the "enemies of the people" used to be considered an honour (even if the slaying was done in the back of the head). Some girls wanted to marry NKVD men... "An ugly mug, a coarse ugly mug", - Halina Sciapanauna recalls that "hero". - "Not a face, but some long, non-human physiognomy. In the 1960s, I tried to find him. I thought he would be still alive. I suppose I wanted to tear him to bits because of my parents".
Question: "Was he alive or dead?" He died in 1954... And how much humiliation and hunger I suffered. I could never get a decent job. In 1947, they took me on as a typist in the Military Detachment. I put down that my parents were dead. I was summoned to the counter-espionage unit. There was some ginger-haired clot sitting there, with a red face. "Where are your parents, f... your mother!" - he shouted in Russian. His pistol lay on the table. "It's you who should tell me where my parents are!" - I replied. - "What are you asking me? Where have you put them?" - "Get out!" (in Russian). And straightaway I was fired from my job.
Question: "Was there anyone of the locals working for the NKVD besides "N"?" Another name was mentioned, someone who was from Zelanouka (the village does not exist any more - Z.P.) It was said that that guy even took clothing from the victims and sold it for alcohol.
The names of two more of the killers are also known. They are both dead. One died in Russia, the other had married a local girl and is buried here. I thought I would at least go and have a look at his wife. Soft furniture, carpets, etc., bourgeois comfort. And a photograph with the classic physiognomy of a Stalinist killer. I saw just what I expected. But I could not believe it. "My husband worked for the NKVD", - she told me. From the way she spoke, I was aware that she knew just what he did, but had married him nevertheless. Well, after all, someone had to have slept on these mattresses stuffed with human hair which the Nazis made.
There is no age without its black sheep. What can we say about the population of the 1930s? For the sake of justice we must remember that among the villagers in Cna, there were many good, decent people. One of them Cimoch Vasilevic Bacian, the chairman of the village Soviet and later of the Collective farm, has already been mentioned. He never betrayed or gave away a fellow-countryman, not even one. Although they tried to force him to. Cimoch Vasilevic was a brave man and not typical of that vile time. A former teacher from Cna, Nadzieja Apanasauna Mikulic (born 1926), recounts how, when they took the teacher, Arsien Paulavic Hrusa, some good-for-nothing inhabitants of Cna shut the door in the face of his wife, Volha Ivanauna, so as not to annoy the Stalinists. Only Bacian did not shut the door, but helped the unhappy, beaten woman in the necessities of life and her sorrow. Then the NKVD men came in the night for Cimoch Vasilevic, and took him straightaway behind the fence. They stood him at the edge of the pit, with a pistol to his throat. "Will you give up the enemies of the people?" "I have no enemies!" - replied Bacian. "Give up the enemies, or we'll kill you!" "I have no enemies! - Bacian shouted at them. And, miraculously - they did not shoot him. It seems they had not completed the formalities.
However, there was enough formality to kill hundreds of thousands of people deprived of their rights. The Stalinists sent to the next world the parents of Nadzieja Sciapanauna. She recalls how in her native village Malysevicy near Sluck, the peasants were taken away. Among others, they grabbed a 60-year-old single woman, Maryla Smak. She was totally deaf and illiterate. She lived in a basement, in terrible poverty. She didn't even have her own home. They thought up a torture for her: they poured sand down her throat, demanding that she confess. Later, having tortured her enough, they struck her in the head and she died instantly.
In 1986, I had to carry out the hardest archaeological investigation of my life - the excavation of the foundations of the Dominican church and monastery in Mensk. It was not hard in the sense that 1000 square meters were uncovered in a season, and we had to work 18 hours a day, it was hard in that the whole monument was, as it were, "drowned" in human bones, buried in mass graves of the middle of the seventeenth century. There was one gigantic grave eleven meters long. A great mass of bones. The skeletons were in three piles. There were musket shots through the skulls, and fractures. This was a time of terrible war, a time of frightful destruction, when more than half (51 per cent) of the population of Belarus were killed or perished or died of epidemics. Then our people were victorious, they defended their independence, but their forces were already spent. Our history did not see another time so terrible until the first half of the twentieth century, the time of Stalinism. And, alas, it came just as we were beginning to stand on our own feet, when before our national future, there was still only the first faint glimmer of dawn.
And this, our dawn, in the excavated at Kurapaty, stares at me with empty eye-sockets, from which the yellow sand trickles, trickles down like tears. We remove the remains. We draw out the long hair of a woman, bright, like flax, from under the skulls with their bullet-holes, carefully, so as not to damage it... A belt, another, a third... buttons from underwear... The working day is over and all night, it seems - I am drawing out, endlessly drawing out flaxen hair from under the bones, and there is no end of it.
Once when I was cleaning the bones of our slain ancestors in the mass grave at the Dominican monastery, I thought: Lord, let this be the last time I have to do such an excavation, let this chalice pass from me! It did not pass from me. We can never escape from our history. Living and dead, we are all one. We are the nation. And although we cannot help the dead, the dead can help us. They can illuminate our path, bless our souls with their sufferings, stir up our minds, hearts, and spirits, provided that we wish it... Do you hear how the evil powers that be have gone mad, how they strive to "kill" our dead, to hide them, slander them, spit on them, trample on them. Hey, who goes there? It is you, Lady Macbeth! You cannot wash off the blood! Oh, the deep mystery of death! Oh, the power of our ancestors, when on All Soul's Day we become as one! And if we lose this force, lose it utterly, we shall cease to exist.
Every person, fellow human being, everyone who has a conscience must strive against Stalinism, which is the filthiest, most deceitful, and most anti-human phenomenon which has ever existed.
P.S. It is well known to specialists that recently, the destruction and plundering of archaeological monuments by "marauders" has acquired a monstrous form and scale. Several times we have warned that after the catharsis produced in many people when they learned about Kurapaty. after the investigations of the Procurator's Office and the Academy of Sciences of the Belarusian SSR, the moral "lumpen" may also show its hand. And so it has happened. While some people are experiencing a spiritual awakening, others are robbing the graves of the slain at Kurapaty, digging up and scattering the bones. There are people capable of actually robbing even the corpses of these unhappy victims! (We may add that the editors of "Literature and Art" have received urgent messages about unauthorized excavations, carried out, apparently, for plunder).
Zianon Pazniak
Source:
http://txt.knihi.com/kurapaty/kurap-e1.html
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