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Guba, April-May 1918. Documented Pogroms of the Muslims

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dead bodies of slain Muslims, men, women and children. My mother

Parijahan got blind and deaf from the shock, and this was exactly

the reason why my sister Madina had also passed away. My nephew

Mammadmussa Mammadali oghlu was in town together with his fa-

ther and brother who were killed by the Armenians. It was him who

identified the Armenian residents of Guba among the killers and

arsonists. These were: Vartan Avakov, Arutyun son of Baba, barber

Jevad, Mirza Amirjanov, Sasha Lukyanov, Tatevos son of Yagub.

The total damage I suffered as a result of plunder of my personal

assets is about two hundred thousand rubles. This is all I can testify.

Records read aloud to an illiterate interviewee.

Translated by E.Khanbudaghov (certified by a signature)

Signed by A.Novatski, the member of the Commission

Reference:

SARA, f.1061, op.1, d.96, l8.

File No.49

Record of Examination

On this 12

th

day of December, 1918, in Guba

Novatski, the member of the Ad Hoc Investigation Commission

established by the Government of Azerbaijan, examined the following

person as a witness, pursuant to the Criminal Court Regulations:

Witness: Mammadali Kerbalai Irzagulu oghlu, aged 40, a

Guba resident, literate.

On May 1 this year, closer to the evening, the rumors were

spread in Guba that the Bolsheviks were 5 versts away from the town

ready for an assault. My sister Meshadi Bibikhanum visited me to con-

firm this news. I advised her to get together at my place rather than

in hers to wait and see what happens. My sister said there is no way

she could stay with us and left. I sent my wife with children to Mullah

Hajjibaba Akhundzadeh and sent someone to advice my sister to go

there too. Meanwhile I decided to stay at home.

When it got dark in the evening I heard the sounds of gunfire,

however I never left my home, so I had no idea of what was going

on. The next day, Meshadi Mussa Zeynal oghlu, a lunatic passed by

my hose shouting something. I looked at him through the gap in the