We met in a park near the Chalyuskintsau Park metro station. Sviatlana in a light blouse and white sneakers looked a very ordinary woman. I studied her intently: beautiful eyebrows and thick black eyelashes, the perfect-shaped mouth. Is she wearing makeup? Not at all. Amazing.
Back then Sviatlana was poorly versed in politics, in what her husband was doing. Here is what she said in an interview with Belsat a year ago:
– If you are not registered, what should the people, to whom your campaign has given hope for change, do?
– What were they hoping for? That I will be registered? I don't even know whether they should vote or not. Maybe Siarhei will write me in a letter what to do, or Siarhei's associates decide to support another candidate. I want to become just a wife and mother again, and I hope I won't have to make responsible decisions.
I remembered her inner strength. Then I thought that this is what the women looked like when they followed their husbands to Siberia, to exile. A spacious room with a large negotiating table and world maps in Vilnius can hardly be called a place of exile. But Lithuania is not a home for Sviatlana Tsikhanouskaya. And you can feel it.