Wolyn Page #4

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With hatred and deceit...

...you shall receive the enemies

of your nation.

- Glory to Ukraine!

- Glory to the heroes!

Glory to Ukraine!

...deliver us from all dangers...

...reconcile us with Thy Son...

- Banderists!

Get out.

Come.

Come.

Look for those Poles!

Light him up.

For oppressing our nation!

Death!

For the land of our fathers!

Death to the Poles!

- For Volhynia!

- Death to the Poles!

For free Ukraine!

Death to the Poles!

- Are there any Poles here?

- There are! All dead.

Get your stuff,

we'll burn everything.

Go to your sister's.

But walk slowly.

The Ukrainians fear nothing.

They won't run away.

A Pole!

You have to go that way.

Stop!

Where are you going?

We're Ukrainian.

But you are dressed like a Pole.

We stole from the Poles.

Cross yourself

and say the Lord's Prayer.

Our Father who art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name...

- Thy kingdom...

- I am hungry.

- He's hungry.

- We nearly killed a Ukrainian girl.

So we stuck this kid

into a bale of straw

- and set it on fire.

- Whom will you visit?

Polishtshukova.

How did this Polish woman wail!

Ivanko had to silence her

with a fork.

I know her. She has a daughter.

A son.

And the father's hair...

turned white in half an hour.

And I personally cut the scalp

off his head.

You have to kill her.

Otherwise you'll all be dead!

You are my brother.

That's why you are still alive.

Because I'm your brother.

All others who refuse

to serve Stepan Bandera,

get a bullet in their head.

Your wife is a Pole.

You can't help her.

But you and the kids will live.

Rock-a-bye...

Rock-a-bye...

in your limewood cradle...

Let her go! She's Polish!

- Of your very own blood!

- Shut up!

You fancied a Banderist?

See what they do to our babies!

Let's move on.

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