... An elderly woman standing next to me pressed herself up to me, crossed herself, and tried to sing „Maria, Maria". When people got really nervous, they started shouting “Lithuania, Lithuania!" to encourage themselves, and no one moved from their place, no one ran to hide - it was like they had found power, strength, from some supernatural thing. And the tanks fired and fired. That's how they diverted our attention, and as it turned out later, got into the tower itself from the other side completely. Soon they began to shoot phosphorescent bullets from their guns as well. The searchlights blinded us. But all of us stood like a wall. Some cried, some prayed, some sang hymns... Soon we saw wounded people being carried away. They had been crushed by tanks and wounded by bullets a little bit lower from where we were standing. One of the wounded who was being carried calmly uttered: “Please be more careful, my legs are smashed." I glanced at his legs and saw that they were horribly mutilated. But the wounded person's strength gave us a new strength too. While we were carrying that person to the ambulance, we saw the corpses of dead people on the ground. Women were stroking them and checking for a pulse - maybe they're still alive? - and they were crying, mourning for them as if they were their own sons and brothers.

Lithuania, 1991.01.13 : documents, testimonies, comments. - Vilnius : State Publishing Center, 1992, p. 211.