The first ladyAnd so we dragged in a sled another 3 dead children over the frozen river to bury them . When we dragged my son , there were no guards on the post . When children died , they were buried in private graves , because they were not considered fugitives , but when we died , we were buried in the swamps . Then another child died , and we dragged himher to be buried , and that was the last time I saw my little son ' s grave . The second lady . we went outside , and there , near the veranda , was a large puddle of blood . We collected the blood , as it was our father ' s . It ' s very difficult for me to continue . It ' s as if I had torn up an old scar and it was bleeding again . Note that they were very young when this happened . From what I understand , the second lady was a child .