Tskhovrebov Khazbi Dzhenaevich 1943d.b, an inhabitant of Tskhinval
The strong blast was resounded at night from seventh to eighth of August 2008. I have realized at once that it was war. I had never heard such terrible shots. One could not describe the whole nightmare, which we had happened to outlive. My wife and I were at home and having heard the blasts we came down into the cellar. The missile has hit straight there. We survived due to the car, standing nearby. But the next missile has followed. I have been thrown off to the wall by the blasting wave and have injured my leg, have got contusion. The fire was lasting without any intervals. The Georgian fascists were bombing us from all type of weapon, even by aircraft, I thought, it had come the end.
My wife and I scrambled over in .the bathroom, so we thought it was more safely there. So in the darkness, cold and in horror we had been sitting there till the morning. The next day our son-in-law came and took us to the bomb shelter, located in the cellar of the plant next to our house. There were about 400 people there, basically, the oldsters, women, children. It was very stuffy there, one could not breathe, we could not even think about food. My leg ached; I did not know what to do. On the ninth of August my neighbour offered to drive us out of the town. My wife and I with several men decided to cross the Zarskaya bypass by car. On the road we found ourselves under the fire of the Georgian snipers. Each of us thought that he would die, and even at present, when I recall all that horror, it’s hard to believe that we have survived in that situation. Thank God, he has saved us. We have reached the village Dzau, and then left for Vladikavkaz. I have spent the whole month in the hospital, but the pain does not leave my leg hitherto.
