Лев Лебіщак Lev Lebishchak

There was an interesting story with Ihor Chmola . When he was a little child, he took a piece of chalk from school. His house was one kilometer from school, on the Lisnyanska street in Drohobych. He rode his bicycle and wrote on each pole: "Ihor Chmola, Ihor Chmolar, Ihor Chmola." Then (his brother) Taras told me, that when his father saw this "Ihor Chmola", he gave Ihor a bucket of water and a rag, and told him to go and wash his name off the poles. And his father told Ihor to repeat, that "nomina stultorum ubique locorum" [the names of the stupid are everywhere], which is rendered in Polish as "imiona głupie na każdym stłupie". That is what I remember about Ihor.

I lived on Akademichna street in Lviv when I was arrested in 1950. I went on a business trip to Kyiv in 1950 and stayed there for a month. I knew that I was being followed. A friend who worked in the Ministry of Health spent the evening with me. We dined in a restaurant, and I took the train home to Lviv (it was before the Easter holidays). I went into the train car and took the upper berth. At five o'clock in the morning the train arrived in Krasne. It was April 4, snow was still on the ground. I woke up, and saw two men near me. "Get ready!". They took my little suitcase and me off of the train into a room in the station where their chief was waiting. They searched all my things, put me in a car, "gazik". Two of them sat on either side of me, and their chief sat in the front. They drove me to L'viv. I still wonder why they didn't arrest me in the station in Lviv?

I lived there, and he built his house nearby. Не мowed himself, his sons helped him. He did everything with his own hands. Ivan Chmola - he was a man of a military discipline. He built a house for himself there. He woke those boys at six o'clock in the morning - there was that kind of discipline. At school he taught us geography and a subject, then called "rukhanka" (physical education). Before our lessons we came to play volleyball, basketball and so on. Chmola organized hiking trips to the Carpathians for the older boys. He was very strict. If one of the hikers got tired and couldn't hike any further, he could leave him in a village and go on. He was very strict. He was also the school librarian - during the long school break we borrowed books. The books were old, so he sewed and bound them himself at home. If there was even a small scratch on the table - it was horrible! When we came to his office we always checked, whether our predecessors had not put a scratch somewhere before us​​. We were responsible for this before Chmola.

When I was a student in the medical institute in Lviv during the German occupation (I am a physician, a gynecologist) troubles began between Poles and Ukrainians. Poles killed our Professor Andriy Lastovetsky, and ours killed Professor Jałowy on the street. Later, we students escorted our professors to the institute and back to their homes. The Polish students did the same with their professors. We all guarded our professors. I have a book with the portraits of those professors and descriptions of those incidents. The book is in Polish, entitled: "Wojna, ludzie i medycyna [War, people and medicine]."