“I started working for the printing house. There was already a typewriter there, and two copying machines of old types. Three of us worked there. – Print. – Print. We would put paint over it, then paper and we would make an imprint with a platen. In winter we printed out “Who are banderivtsi and what they are fighting for?” It had thirty three pages. – How many copies? – Four thousand. It was hard work. But for us this work was not so hard, because men…we only…Nosach was there. Together with him we worked on typewriter. There were two guys who operated – with platens… And Roma – she was just typing… She didn’t have anything to do with it. She was typing very fast with all her fingers, because I, for example, could write only with two fingers, but she wrote with all fingers. She could type a big piece of paper for nine-ten minutes when someone was dictating a text to her; I would need twelve-thirteen minutes for the same thing. There was also Lida. She worked on copying machine.”
Yaroslava Levkovych (Romanyna) (1921)
She was born on October 21st, 1921 in a village Nestanychi (Radekhiv district, Lviv region). Yaroslava studied in a 4-year Polish school, and starting from the 5th grade till 1934 she went to Radekhiv school. She became a member of the Organization of Ukrainian Nationalists in 1941 (under a pseudonym “Marta”, “Olya”). In 1942 she was stanychna in Nestanychi village. From 1944 she worked as a district guide for the Ukrainian Red Cross in Radekhiv and Lopatyn districts and in village of Toporiv; from 1945 she worked as a district guide for the URC in Radekhiv region. In 1947 she was in kryivka (a bunker, underground shelter) near village Skvaryava, Zologiv district, Lviv region. From 1948 Yaroslava worked as a printer in the underground printing house of the Organization of Ukrainian Nationalists. In 1949 she was subordinated to a district propaganda unit. Yaroslava was arrested in 1952 near village Reklynets. She was kept in the prison “at Lontskoho” in Lviv. She was sentenced to 25 years of work camps. She served her sentence in Inta, Abez, Vorkuta. She came back from exile in 1965 and settled in Chervonograd. Starting from 2008 and up till now she lives in Lviv.
The Organization of Ukrainian Nationalists underground printing house named after Arpad Zolotar, 1948
Interrogation in the prison “at Lontskoho”, 1952, part 1
“…and they took me to the prison “at Lontskoho”. I had one thing in mind, they had the other: arms, kryivka (a bunker, underground shelter), connections. What I was supposed to do? I told them that I don’t know anything, because we were in kryivka the whole time, everything was brought to us there. We didn’t go out of kryivka even to eat. Everything was brought in for us. I know nothing. I was trying to avoid mentioning any names as hard as I could. – Where were you taken “at Lontskoho”? – They took me…a little cell; it seems to me number forty eight. Perhaps, on the third floor. Mariyka Shevchuk was there. At first they wouldn’t let me sleep. She would wave all the time but I wanted to sleep. She would wave her handkerchief at me and I would wake up. During the day they would bring me to the cabinet. There was this stupid Petka: as soon as I wanted to fall asleep he would hit me on my knees. They didn’t let me sleep for three days. They would go on and on: tell us about kryivka, tell us their pseudonyms, tell us about Demyan, tell us about this and that. They were trying very hard. I don’t know anything. I told them I knew nothing about my sister. It went on like this for about three weeks.”
Interrogation in the prison “at Lontskoho”, 1952, part 2
“– You are saying that you were beaten up. They would beat you during interrogation? – They brought me in. They already got tired of me because I was not telling them anything. Somebody told them that our boys were supposed to come to kryivka on the twenty eighth. They brought me in…They told me to undress myself. I did not want to. So they tore the clothes off me. They laid me down and some of them were standing near the head and some near the feet. And that Fokin was beating me with something made of rubber – either a stick or a hose pipe…They would beat me up, and then pour water over me in order for me to regain consciousness. They were doing it again and again. – On which parts of your body were they striking you? – There (she points – editor’s note), and on my heels. – They would hit you on the heels? – Yes. – Did you lose consciousness from the pain? – Of course. – Did you scream? – I don’t remember if I screamed. I know that my lips were all mutilated.