This was reported to Ukrinform by the press service of the Kryzhopil District Court
the first preparatory hearing in the civil case filed by Maryna Poroshenko against Petro Poroshenko regarding the division of marital property has begun
Neither the plaintiff nor the defendant is personally attending the court session," the press service stated
The case is being heard by Judge Larysa Shvets
the wife of former President of Ukraine Petro Poroshenko
filed a lawsuit on March 27 seeking the division of jointly acquired property valued at over 17 billion UAH
stated in media comments that the lawsuit does not signify a divorce
The European Solidarity party said the property division lawsuit is a joint legal tactic by the family "to protect themselves from President Zelensky's attempts to block Petro Poroshenko from financing support for the Armed Forces of Ukraine and his political activities."
These included asset freezes: temporary deprivation of the right to use and manage assets belonging to an individual or legal entity
as well as those over which such a person may exercise control directly or indirectly (through other persons); and suspension of economic and financial obligations
Poroshenko is appealing the sanctions in the Supreme Court
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SAN DIEGO — Soon there will be the Yom HaShoah
And every time I think about the Holocaust
My mother and I were sitting in the kitchen—our favorite and warmest place in the apartment
In front of her was a stack of notebooks she had to check
I knew that my mother had been around 14 when the war began and that she had spent most of it in evacuation in Yangiyul
did you ever see a living German during the war
when they marched the prisoners through Moscow
— When I saw the Germans for the first time
— They say it’s not a good idea to tell frightening stories before bed
we moved from Kryzhopil (Vinnytsia region in Ukraine) to Moscow in 1938
There were seven of us living in a basement-level room
when we would go back to Kryzhopil for the summer break
They gathered us in the square near the town council
the chairman of the council came out and said that all Jews needed to flee while there was still time
especially those who had seen Germans during the First World War
that nothing could be worse than the Bolsheviks
(“The communists are lying on purpose.”) But my uncle Avreimul
who had recently seen Jewish refugees from Poland
The railway was bombed on the first day of the war
all the vehicles had been requisitioned for the army
and the collective farm provided 19 old horses with carts for over 100 people—mostly elderly
There were eight of us in our cart: my uncle and aunt
But everyone except for Grandmother walked alongside
we would pull off the road and hide in the ditches
with a terrifying wailing sound that no hiding place could block out
and the explosion left me almost deaf for several days
But the worst part was crossing the rivers over the bridges
Refugees were only allowed through during “pauses,” when no military or government vehicles were passing
The rest had to wait at the side of the road
the bridges would be blown up—to keep them out of enemy hands
Our cart and 15 others had already made it across
they dropped a few bombs—all on the far side
flaring up behind the planes and rapidly descending to the ground on the other shore
I remember being struck by how quickly and precisely they gathered up their enormous parachutes and deployed their equipment
The ten carts on “our” side of the river quickly rolled away
whose relatives were still on the other shore
The few trucks that had been near the bridge hurriedly crossed over to our side
Our people from Kryzhopil also tried to rush toward the bridge—but they were too late
not even bothering to gather their parachutes
one of them—probably an officer—walked up to the group of our refugees huddled together
He shouted something and pointed toward the river
trying to say something—probably asking for permission to cross the bridge
They herded our people to the edge of a fresh bomb crater
I don’t remember who carried me to the cart
I don’t remember how we caught up with the others
I vaguely heard the wailing and sobbing of the women whose loved ones had been executed
There were still several agonizing weeks of fleeing
Hunger—we survived on nothing but grain husks
But those few minutes of execution—I remember them as if they happened this morning
Perhaps they will be the last thing I remember before I die
It was very difficult for me to tell you this
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