09.05.2009 20:29 | The war in August, 2008. The survivors tell as it was
 Tomaeva Mary Davidovna, born in 1953, the resident of village Bekmar, Znaurski area of RSO.
When the war began we didn’t sleep all night. One night I spent at my neighbors, all of us were lying on the floor, in case the things go wrong we could flee. You should have seen our house was shaking. And it’s a concrete. We already thought that Tskhinval and nearby villages don’t exist any more.
It’s happened at night from the 7th to the 8th of August. The shelling was earlier too, but never so heavy. It was terrible. I don’t know what happened to me, but I stood up and went out. I sat down on the bench near the extreme house on the hill, where the whole Tskhinval was visible and I looked. It was a night and of course I saw nothing especial, there were onlyflashes of fire and the bouncing.
And in the morning there was a black-black smoke above the city.
We already knew nothing, we could not eat and sleep. Then the refugees from settlement Znaur began to pass through our village. I already decided that it was the end and no one Ossetian would stay alive.
In the morning I came to one group of the refugees. They were in awful condition. There was one of my acquaintances among them and I approached her. With the tears in her eyes she told about everything that occurred. It was terrible. When Georgians entered, they began to kill and humble. And during all that time they were hungry too – they were on the verge of faint from hunger.
We took them to our home and fed them with everything we had. They only finished the dinner, when they dropped in and told that Georgians were already going to our direction. We left everything and decided to flee by pass road.
And that road was under shelling too. So many people died there. The residents of our village died too. When we drove we saw many damaged cars. There were the corpses. I tried not to look at them - It was so terrible.
I do not remember the way, but we reached Dzhava. But so many people stayed there – our relatives, friends… We spent the night in somebody’s house. When I saw how many refugees, wounded and killed people were in Dzhava, I was horrified. I was crying all day long. Later, when Russians entered, I returned home.
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Translated by Tatiana Inozemtseva
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