
Stories Told by the Ghosts of Babyn Yar
No monument stands over Babi Yar. A drop sheer as a crude gravestone. I am afraid. Today I am as old in years as all the Jewish people. Now I seem to be a Jew. So begins Yevgeny Yevtushenko’s heart-wrenching poem Babi Yar, published in 1961. Written to …