Yaroslav Galan. (№ 437168)

A fourteen-year-old girl cannot calmly look at meat. When cutlets are being fried in her presence, she turns pale and trembles like an aspen leaf. A few months ago, on Sparrow Night, armed men came to a peasant hut near the city of Sarny and stabbed the owners with knives. The girl, eyes wide with horror, looked at the agony of her parents. One of the bandits put a knife point to the throat of a child, but at the last minute a new “idea” was born in his brain: “Live for the glory of Stepan Bandera! And so that something good does not die of hunger, we will leave food for you. Come on, lads, chop pork for her! ..” The “lads” liked this proposal. A few minutes later, in front of the girl, numb with horror, a mountain of meat grew from her bleeding father and mother ...