"The enemy occupying Ukraine, red Moscow, organized this infamous famine in order to bring defiant Ukraine to her knees by means of punishment, unheard-of in its cruelty, and thus to make of her an obedient colony."

"...In every village, all over Ukraine, day by day, hour by hour, these mobs visited one house after another in search of grain. They pierced floors with their iron pikes, probed the walls, dug holes in the farmyards, orchards, vegetable gardens, and roamed across the fields and meadows."

"They took away everything edible they could find: grain, flour, pearlbarley, and so on, leaving entire families without a piece of bread."

" 'What shall I feed my children with?' cried out a window in the village of Kurylivka, near Khmil'nyk in Podilla. "

" 'Pust' dokhnut vmeste s toboi!' (In Russian: let them croak with you!) relied the deputy chief of the 'Politotdel (political department) of the Uladiv M.T.S., a young Russian from Leningrad---the 'city of Lenin'."

"The peasants managed to survive in great privation until the spring. But in that spring their bodies began to swell and they began to die of hunger. A horror was commencing which is justly known as the madness of the devel in our pious Ukraine." from Author's Introduction.

"The Ninth Circle
In Commemoration Of The Victims Of The Famine of 1933"
By Olexa Woropay
Harvard University,Ukrainian Studies Fund
Cambridge, Massachusetts, 1983

Contents:
Editor's Introduction---------------James E. Mace
Author's Introduction--------------Olexa Woropay
Chapter 1-----------------------------What I Saw With My Own Eyes
Chapter 2-----------------------------What I Have Heard From Eye-Witnesses
Chapter 3-----------------------------The Bosses Are Satisfied
Index, Photographs, Notes

This book is out-of-print and very hard to find. The entire book fortunately is available on the internet courtesy of the Ukrainian Studies Fund and the Sabre Foundation, Inc.:
http://www.sabre.org/ukrlib/books/ninth.circle/ninth.circle.tp.html
"Readers in the English-speaking world will find much of what Olexa Woropay says hard to believe. The world he describes with such cloquent simplicity is completely alien to anything they have ever experienced: it is cut from the same cloth as Hitler's death camps, a world gone mad on the blood of human beings sacrificed on the alter of political expediency." From Editor's Introduction, James Mace