Zdenka Kobzová

"Dad had to grow silkworms. The godfather carpenter made such small ribs. A small bag came as with poppy seeds. There were such perforated papers and leaves were placed on top. Every day we tore a full basket of leaves. Caterpillars grew out of it and they made cocoons and he had to put them in boxes and send them away. We had a lot of them in our little room. And when one of the caterpillars escaped, a butterfly flew out of it. "

"My mother dressed me in warm clothes and we went to the forest. The housekeeper Švédová took the cross from the church and took all the grandmothers and grandfathers from above in duvets on wheelbarrows and in chariots. We went down, as they say, under the hazel, into the forest. It was such a valley, and as they were shooting from Drozdov to Cotkytli, they were shooting us and it flew over us. We heard it all. We were there until morning and prayed the painful rosary. To this day, I will not forget how we went, everyone, prayed, and how we slept there. My mother threw a blanket into the woods and we children were lying on it. In the morning, the partisans came to inform us that nothing had happened and that we could go home, but have to stay inside. So we returned to the village and the peasants next to us, the Svedovi, let the cows, the horses run free. They opened a garden for them if it was burned down so that the cattle could escape. So the peasants had cattle in the gardens. We went to the village, but not home, but to the Svedova family to the farm, to the cellar for potatoes. We put bags in there and we were there for two days, day and night. "

"There was a room at the back where our windows were to three quarters filled with sawdust. The Soviets brought about five Germans there, who laid in front of the chapel, and one collected their papers, and Dad wrote them a certificate. Mom locked us in the room, but Anička and I, in order to not miss something ... we ran away. We climbed the sawdust and watched through the upper window what was happening. There was such a nice young boy and he took the papers and in the photo, I saw, there was a lady or a lady. He probably asked him what it was. I didn't hear it through the window. We just saw him step on his face, take the rifle and shoot him. We started screaming, my mother ran for us and cut us off there ... His brain was splashed all over our school."