Age — 20; Russia, Volokolamsk.

October 28th, 1981 to October 26th, 2002.

Here entire short life passes before my eyes.  How our long-awaited daughter showed up in this world, back when we were still college students.  We still remember her first words, and steps, and how much joy there was on her first day of school.

Sveta grew up a bright, happy, and sociable child.  She always had a lot of friends and girlfriends around her, and yet she always wanted to achieve things on her own.  She liked sketching and sculpting, but most of all she loved playing various acting roles.  Her mother and I always said: “What an actress we have here!”

When she finished high school she entered the Volokolamsk technical school of economics and law.  She acted in the folk theater at the regional ‘House of Culture’, and played the lead in the drama ‘Hey anybody!’

Sveta had everything still ahead of her, and yet she always tried to take as much from life as she could, as if she felt she that would not succeed for very long…

When Sveta graduated from technical school, she entered the institute in Moscow.  She was what they called ‘a live wire’ – a girl always happy and full of life, though she never forgot about us and her little brother, Yuri.  She worked and studied, hoping someday to make it on her own.

She always said: “Papa, there’s a musical in Moscow where an airplane lands on the stage.  I dream about going to this musical.”

And so arrived October 23rd, 2002.  I was at home with Yuri while Sveta’s mother was in the hospital.  Yuri and I saw the news report about the theater being captured, and we immediately knew that our Sveta was there.  We tried to call her, but no one would answer.  In the morning we got through to Sveta’s friend Alexey, and he told us that Sveta and her girlfriend were in the theater.  Sveta had asked Alexey not to tell us: even at such a time she was worrying about us.

During the night of October 24–25, at about 5 in the morning, the telephone rang.  It was Sveta.  “Papa, you know everything!  They’re treating us okay, they’re not beating us, but don’t tell mama anything!”  These were the LAST WORDS that I heard from her, and I will remember them for the rest of my life.

SVETA, OUR LOVED ONE, OUR DEAR, we WILL REMEMBER and LOVE YOU FOREVER!!!

Written by her father

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