Fire, smoke, screams. We heard shouting: „Doctor!" Two ambulances drove up the hill to the fence. I saw injured people. It was hard to stand there and look. The thought crossed my mind to go with the ambulance up the hill, but I didn't have enough courage. I thought of my three children that I had left at home. How many were killed, injured, and crushed by tanks at the tower? Probably a lot. The rest of the people ran to the fence, held hands, and didn't move. We all shouted: “Lithuania! Fascists!" They emitted a smoke screen, but the wind was blowing towards the Neris river and quickly carried it away. Searchlights lit up the scene of the massacre. I couldn't stand it. I turned to go home, ran into a colleague, and asked what time it was. It was about 4 o'clock in the morning. A bit earlier, I don't remember exactly what time it was, two small buses (about 20 militiamen in each one) arrived, led by a VAI (All-union Auto-inspection) car. They pushed away the people who were left in the enclosure and formed a chain with paratroopers behind them. From the direction of the tower, a voice asked over the loudspeaker in Lithuanian and in Russian that the people disperse, that their brothers, sisters, children and parents were waiting for them at home, that power had passed into „the hands of the National Salvation Committee", that Parliament had fallen, and that „power had been passed over to the common people". Crowds of people still stood there.
On the way home I noticed that Karoliniškės district was lit up not only by searchlights from the tower and the viaduct, but also by searchlights from the grove of birch-trees by the garages at the end of Žaibo Street. As my children said, I came home at half past four. You could still hear shots from the tower, and tracer bullets were flying through the air.
Lithuania, 1991.01.13 : documents, testimonies, comments. - Vilnius : State Publishing Center, 1992, p. 205.