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 been mercilessly tormenting and killing wretched men, human beings like themselves. In a few seconds the same murderers had become nothing more than frightened trembling cowards, who were trying to escape over any wall that was possible, in order to avoid the lashes of the Cossacks’ knouts, which cut them cruelly, and without any sign of pity.

In the evening of the same day, passing through one of the public places of the suburb where the Cossacks’ quarter was, I heard one saying to another:

“That crowd killed fourteen Jews!”

The other answered nothing, but calmly went on smoking his pipe.