Wolyn Page #3

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Don't be stupid. They all know me.

They knew the priest, too.

Giddyup!

We're running out of kerosene!

That's the way to do it.

When will daddy be back?

Cross the red ones.

I'll raise Skiba's children

like my own.

One meter away from the head,

or the blood will stain your uniform.

Understood?

Stop!

Stand still!

Kwiatkowski proposed to you.

Why didn't you accept him?

- For good luck.

- God willing.

"Antoni."

- "Wilk."

- His eyes are open.

Who are you?

- He doesn't look Jewish, but...

- It's my house, I'll do what I please.

You're it!

Here you are.

Hit with all the surface.

Whoa!

What's a railwayman doing here?

I came to help.

With the farmwork.

You took a liking to Skiba's widow?

I'll assign you

to the next forced labor commission.

And tell her to bring the Germans

grain for the tax.

It's high time. And I need to see

the receipts for the milk.

- Name?

- Zofia Skiba, nee Glowacka.

A hen, a cow.

And a horse.

- Do you know what honor is?

- No.

Honor is this thing...

that makes you keep your word.

No matter what.

When?

Tomorrow.

Leave that and go to bed.

Stop!

A Pole?

You're lucky we are not Ukrainian.

Give us some food and moonshine

and we'll let you go.

How much did you get?

- As much as you wanted.

- I wanted more!

Potatoes, potatoes...

- And then they took his eyes out.

- There are but women in our village.

The men who weren't sent to Siberia

ended up as forced labor in Germany.

All I know

is that our Ukrainian neighbors

promised to warn us in case of danger.

Got vodka?

The Ukrainian Military Organization

and OUN carried out a thousand attacks,

arsons, assaults, executions.

They killed the Poles,

and the Ukrainians who wanted to

come to terms with Poland.

My boots are too tight.

Go back and wait.

I'll report about the Kikes.

- Thank you.

- Godspeed.

God be with you.

Giddyup!

An egg. An egg.

The Krauts are finished.

Defeated at Stalingrad.

We need to organize.

The Germans are less dangerous

than the Ukrainian bands.

I won't abandon my family.

There's the transportation permit.

Send him to the station.

- Is that clear?

- Yes, sir. The station.

Come here.

Your papers.

Has Romek returned?

Orlyk!

You knocked my teeth out

with the flail, remember?

Shut your face!

My late husband's.

Where should I bury it?

You shall win the Ukrainian state

or die fighting for it!

You won't allow anybody to profane

the glory and honor of your nation!

Remember the great days

of our struggle for freedom!

How would strangers know

where the Poles lived?

The neighbors were informers.

Or killers.

- We must defend ourselves.

- Who?

And with what? They are armed.

- Our Ukrainians will warn us.

- We're safe.

Then why do we sleep in hideouts?

You may sleep where you want.

I sleep at home.

And take pride...

...in continuing the fight...

...for the glory

of Volodymyr's Trident!

Avenge the death of our

great warriors!

Don't discuss the cause with anybody.

Discuss it with somebody!

There's aunt Bronka.

I'm Maciej's sister.

Will you give us shelter?

They attacked us at night,

just after St. Joseph's Day...

surrounded the village.

The Banderists entered first,

followed by the Ukrainians.

The ones from Bialka, Jablonna...

Kamionka, Wielkie Pole...

Our neighbors.

They slaughtered us with axes.

Burned alive in barns.

My little daughters, Ola and Henia...

They searched farms and fields...

finishing off the wounded.

We spent the whole night in a ditch.

And merciful God saved us.

Zawodzie is on fire!

They are burning whole villages.

Even if they don't find us...

Sleep.

- You'll be back tomorrow.

- I won't leave them.

It's an order.

They need a guide.

Why you?

They're going to Kustycze.

It's my village.

You're not going anywhere.

Good morning.

Can I ask you something?

Where's that secret group

that plan to fight the Germans, and can't

protect us against forks and axes?

This is going to change.

Aren't you afraid of the Germans?

They all hid in the cities.

Kustycze is just behind these woods.

And that clearing is at your right

by the oaks.

They'll kill you.

If they decide to do so,

this gun won't help me.

Soldier's honor is my weapon.

I'll go with you.

All right. Just you.

And you take cover in the woods.

Trybus, you're in charge.

Zajdel!

- Escort this man home in safety.

- Yes, sir.

I came to tell you

that you mustn't fear.

Nothing will happen here. It is over.

We have a truce with the Poles.

Don't look at me like I was a bandit.

It's time to think about he harvest.

God bless.

- All nations are brothers.

- God bless.

Each has the right to live

and aim for the wellbeing

of its people.

But it deeply wrong

and disadvantageous

to dissociate the wellbeing

from decency.

The world is infected

with intemperate devotion

to one's fatherland, to one's nation.

And such devotion may be measured

by the strength of hatred towards

other nations.

Cpt. Zygmunt Krzemieniecki.

It's me. I am the emissary.

The Polish Government in London

and OUN

agreed that both sides

should meet unarmed.

I've read your poems.

The one about

the two fatherlands is very good.

With whom do I have the honor?

With the free Ukraine!

Go!

The Banderists!

The Holy Scripture says,

"When the wheat

sprouted and formed heads,

then the weeds also appeared.

The owner's servants came to him

and said, 'Sir,

didn't you sow good seed in your field?

Where then did the weeds come from?'

'An enemy did this,'

he replied."

Let us not delude ourselves,

that there is a nation

free of this poison.

Let each member of every nation

and every faith

feel like they were at home.

And being a member

of a particular faith

should not imply wrongdoings,

evil thoughts,

and bad deeds.

"The servants asked him, 'Do you want

us to go and pull them up?'

And he answered, 'No,

because while you are pulling the weeds,

you may uproot the wheat with them.

Let both grow together

until the harvest.

At that time

I will tell the harvesters:

First collect the weeds and tie them

in bundles to be burned.

Then gather the wheat and

bring it into my barn."

Let people of all faiths

and, if there is such need,

of all languages,

spread the Word of God.

Brothers and sisters,

we need to

cleanse the Ukrainian soil!

Let the villages

with brick houses or those

that are difficult to access

receive all Polish refugees.

I need to get back to my family.

Do you know a trustworthy Ukrainian?

- Arm yourselves!

- After the mass.

Unite.

Organize self-defence squads.

Don't wait until you are butchered!

We need to fill the rivers

with Polish blood,

because Ukraine has to be pure

like water in a glass!

You will not falter to perform

the most dangerous deed...

...if required for the good

of the cause!

In the name of the Father, the Son

and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

In the name of the Father, the Son

and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Let your harvest be plentiful.

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