I was standing by the television tower. When they began to shoot at the windows and the glass began to fall, our row thinned out. But two guys about 18 or 19 years old stopped and said: „We won't give in!" Some paratroopers rushed up to them and opened fire. It appeared that one of them was shot in the head, because he fell like a leaf. The paratroopers stood nearby, firing into the air, and wouldn't let the people take the guys away. Later they were pulled out of there somehow. The entire time the tank was aiming its barrel at the people's faces from a few meters away, and then it would turn again. But the people didn't disperse - they just chanted: “Occupants! Lithuania!" I noticed an old man standing by the tank, his arms akimbo. He was eloquently scolding: „Where are you driving, you bastard?" But the tank didn't intend on stopping - it kept rolling and that was all. Then I felt a blow on my shoulder. I touched my shoulder and didn't find a hole, so I thought that perhaps a fragment of a bullet had hit me. I got back into the first row. In a few minutes I began to feel wet. I felt my shoulder-blood. I was led away. Now in the hospital I always have dreams about the tower.

Lithuania, 1991.01.13 : documents, testimonies, comments. - Vilnius : State Publishing Center, 1992, p. 109.