Роман Гусак Roman Husak

The future wife of this fellow traitor, renegade, Ivan Kusen’ and my sister attended courses in high school. Later, under Soviet rule, she worked at the reception in the polyclinic in Berezhany. Thus, “Horikh” was the pseudonym of that John Kusen’ in the UPA (Ukrainian Rebellious Army). He did not only give my sister away but also arrested her at the revolver point (perhaps, in accordance with the Bolshevik vogue, it was a gun,) subjected her for interrogation and the only witness against her. There were no other witnesses found. The only argument he possessed was that she, my sister, wrote, already in the high school two songs: "We were born out of people’s blood" and "We were born at the great hour" that was given actually her friend. Then that friend handed it to own husband. He was a partisan, but who knew that he would become a traitor! Therefore, the handwriting inspector evidenced against her on that inquest. The easterner Kozakov was a lawyer. Although being a good man, he was not allowed to participate in those sessions, which took place in a military tribunal. The former chef was the only one witness in this case.

"Teachers were offered to send their children to camp (in my opinion, it costed 40 Zloty). It was a large sum of money, forasmuch as two of us worked, they could afford to send us there. I was in Staryava and my sister, Liuba, was near Yaremche. The girl camp was in Dora, a village not far from Yaremche."

We’d all been up and about when rushed into brother: “Be prepared!”, “Be prepared!”. It was a scout greeting. Being uniformed one should set two fingers not a hand to beret. A hand eventually was introduced later, at that time two fingers were common both to Ukrainian and to Polish. However if no berets, no uniform, one was welcomed without a gesture with a hand. Whereupon we immediately ran to wash, dress, threw bedding on the balcony railing to get it ventilated, and later, after prayer, we carefully made our beds and went to breakfast. Every group had breakfast separately, one by one.

We slept on plank beds which we called “prychi”. It was a platform of boards for which everyone had his own mattress, stuffed with hay and straw (without any problems). Besides, there was only one spare bed. Unfortunately, the cross boards of that bed were cut too short by some Boiko. And when another boy was domiciled therein, he felt noisily through two or three times at night. We were annoyed by that rumble because we woke as much at night.