...On the right, I heard a cry and a groan. I couldn't see what happened, but understood that it wasn't good. They were shooting, bullets were flying over our heads, and tanks began to roar. Our chain started to move to the right, and people were falling on one another. My legs were pinned down. Holding onto a lamp post, I got up, turned towards the tower and saw a horrific sight. In the same place where young people had been dancing not long ago, there was a pile of dead people, and the soldiers kept shooting, some at the ground and others into the air. People didn't get up from there. My throat choked and I couldn't scream. I only heard the words of and officer: „Gaz! Gaz!" („Gas! Gas!") Clouds of white smoke appeared in the air and covered the people, the tanks and the paratroopers. When I recovered, I started to run, but my legs seemed heavy. At the bottom of the stairs, I saw a person who had been injured in the stomach being carried, while others who hadn't been as seriously wounded ran on their own.

Lithuania, 1991.01.13 : documents, testimonies, comments. - Vilnius : State Publishing Center, 1992, p. 250.