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28.03.2009 00:25 | "They put the bodies on each other, poured them over solar oil and lighted them up"
 It hurts to see Edward. Long time before he used to be strong and optimistic, now he has sad look and guilty smile. He has a nervous disorder. One month ago Edward`s relatives: cousin Mairbeg and his children Aslan and Diana were killed in South Ossetia. 500 persons went to the funeral. Such families in Tskhinval are without number.
The phones did not answer
Edward Tskhovrebov lives in Kaliningrad since 1995. Twenty years ago he graduated from The Mining and Smelting Institute in Vladikavkaz, and then moved to the Baltic Sea. All that time Edward remembered the native town Tskhinval. Once a week he used to call his relatives. In South Ossetia lived Edward`s cousin Mairbeg with his children and his father Zaur, the uncles, the aunts, about 30 united families in all.
- On August, 7 I had a terrible sleeplessness, - Edward says. - I lay under a blanket when the phone rang in the middle of the night. It was Mairbeg from Tskhinval: “Edik, we are under heavy shelling, such a shelling was not heard of for a long time… We don’t know what to do! Explosions are occurring everywhere… Probably, we’ll take cover in a basement!” My brother is a courageous man, about 200 centimetres in heigh and 150 kgs by weight. The words “despair” and “fear” are not his way. But I’ve heard such a fear in his voice that I realized it was no joke.
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28.03.2009 00:11 | The Victims of Georgian aggression: 14-year-old Albina Shonazarova
 Many children and teenagers were killed during the events in South Ossetia. 14-year-old Albina Shonazarova, the pupil of 8-th form of secondary school of Tskhinval, is among them. The life of this young girl is ended on disastrous Zarskaya road, when she together with her relatives tried to be evacuated to Northern Ossetia.
It’s hard for Albina`s father Charshambi Shonazarov, Lieutenant Colonel, the worker of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, to tell about the daughter’s death, but he keeps himself in hand. As he said, during the massive shelling at night from the 8th to the 9th of August he decided to send his wife together with the daughter and the relatives to Northern Ossetia.
"The car where except my wife and my daughter were four other persons, draw fire from Georgians on Zarskaya road, - the father of the killed girl speaks. - As they said to me, at that moment everybody jumped out of the car and quickly laid down on the ground, but my daughter didn’t manage to bend, looked back for a second and the Georgian sniper immediately shot at her. Albina died an instantaneous death. Her body remained there. The rest of them managed to reach Vladikavkaz. They said me about the death of my daughter in the morning. I went to Zar, found her lifeless body, brought it in Tskhinval and temporarily buried her in a kitchen garden".
Last year, during the shelling of a militia post by Georgians, Charshambi Shonazarov received heavy wounds and it’s a miracle that he stayed alive.
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25.03.2009 21:37 | The Tragedy of South Ossetia. Gabaev Hariton Ilich
 Gabaev Hariton Ilich, born in 1936, resident of Satikar village (Tskhinvalsky District of RSO):
At Night of August, 7, at about 11-30 pm the shooting began. The shelling was heavy, and we ran to a wood. I felt very bad, my feet were sore. In the morning of August, 8 the shooting became calmer. I decided to go home. My house is in front of the Soviet of the village. I did not even know what was going on there. I wanted to let the hens out of a henhouse. About 50-60 persons sprang from the Soviet of the village. Some of them ran up to me and caught me.
They knocked me down. Then two of them caught my hands and dragged me to the Georgian village Ksuisi. The earth road is strewed with the pebbles. My clothes tore up to pieces, trousers have slipped, I have lost my shoes. So they dragged me to a center of Ksuisi. I had many wounds, all of them were bleeding. They did not let me dress the wounds, did not let me cover myself. They tore my last clothes. They called me “the Russian dog”. They humbled me. They did not let me go to a toilet. Then, at last, they led me there.
At seven o'clock in the morning they took us here. We walked the plank. I uplifted a bandage a little bit and could see. I saw their tanks and cars. There were Georgian inscriptions “Police” on many cars, the other cars were big, they were covered by a canvas and there were many soldiers in them. Maybe they were local, they were in masks.
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25.03.2009 21:32 | The Tragedy of South Ossetia. Tedeeva Zaira Lazoevna, born in 1946
 Tedeeva Zaira Lazoevna, born in 1946
That day, when Georgians entered the city, we left the city by car. There were five persons in the car: me, Eveline Djabieva, Valery Kokoev, his spouse Fatima Gasseeva and their daughter Dzerassa Kokoeva. I didn’t agree to go away as my sons were in Russia. They were in safety there. My son could not get in touch with me by phone. Communication was bad. Therefore he wanted to come and take me away.
Valery insisted on our departure. His daughter Dzerassa was afraid too, she was trembling with fear. Therefore we decided to leave. We wanted to reach village Khvtse.
We left by car. Under never-ending shooting and bombardment we have hardly reached the level crossing. As soon as we crossed it, they opened fire on us. Valery shouted to us to get out quickly. We somehow jumped out of the car and began to creep. Luckily I was dressed in trousers and a dressing gown; in other case I would scratch my knees. We crept to the bushes and have hidden behind them. We waited a bit and then Valery told us to rush to a wood. As I was the eldest I ran the first. When we came to village Tbet we met an old man who also said that it was safety to go to village Khvtse. We were just about to go, but suddenly we saw a column of soldiers. Valery thought they were Russians and even waved his hand to them. When it turned out they were Georgians, it was already too late. They ran up to us with shouts “Get out!” “Don't move!” We formed a line.
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23.03.2009 17:58 | Kozaev Roin Raminovich, Tskhinval resident
 That night – from the 7th to the 8th of August the massive shelling of our city began. All the neighbours – the women, the children and the elderly, went down in a basement, where the former boiler room had been. The uptown was under the unceasing shelling with howitzers, mortars, tanks and “Grad” rocket systems, and then the bombardment of the city by air force has begun.
The people were taken over by fear and horror. We heard a roar of the destroyed buildings. One old woman has lost her mind; she was stroking everybody’s head and said that the grass was growing on our heads. The small child cried in mother’s arms and constantly asked for water, but it was impossible to go out of a cellar.
In the afternoon tanks and infantry entered the city. People rushed about the city, they didn’t know what to do. I had to look out and watch the situation. The tank began to shoot at our building from the shorter side, then drove past and shot twice from a facade. I went down in a basement and tried to stop a panic. There was a priest together with us and he constantly calmed the people down and prayed.
The Georgian tank fired at the next building and then stopped. I asked everybody to creep into a small part of a basement where the additional fence was. But I understood that in case of a direct hit of a shell everyone would be buried in a common grave.
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