It so happened, mum, that today I am your protector. Even though I know that you don’t need anyone’s protection.
Earlier, in childhood and later, you were always my protector. But today, I am your protector. On one hand, I’m proud of this. But on the other, it’s very strange and painful for me.
Mum, I know that you’re a Strong Person. You’re very strong….far stronger, probably, than dad, grandma and I put together…
I am not appealing to conscience and honor, because for some in this courtroom those are foreign concepts.
But for me, you are above all not the leader of the opposition and not a Great Politician (forgive me for saying this).
For me you’re my darling little mum. And I, probably more than anyone, know the cost of this unbroken strength and pride. I’m proud of you, mum …And when we go home every night after this nightmare…we don’t cry, mum, honestly…We’re holding on, we’re proud of you.
…First of all, I know that you’re not guilty. And I’m not saying this because that’s probably what all children in the world would say. Everyone in the courtroom, all the journalists, the diplomats, all the people who have been sleeping in tents on Khreshchatyk for the past two months, and millions of other people in Ukraine who are watching this farce, that for some reason it being called a court, know this.
I’m not familiar with gas contracts and I didn’t study the criminal code, but I remember how you taught me to love this country, and I know how much YOU love it, and I know that you would never have done anything bad or hurtful to Ukraine. For me this is more important that a hundred thousand codes, arguments and criminal cases together….
I remember how happy you were during the Orange Revolution, that so many people spoke Ukrainian for the first time, that millions sang the Ukrainian anthem together for the first time.
I remember how happy you were during the Orange Revolution, that so many people spoke Ukrainian for the first time, that millions sang the Ukrainian anthem together for the first time…Thank you, my dear mum, that this happened, that there was such a period in our history…It happened, thanks to you….I’m not a politician and I have the right to say so and think so…
Journalists sometimes ask me: could you be like your mother, like Yulia Tymoshenko? No, I probably could not. There is only one Yulia Tymoshenko…And even in the kitchen, when you’re not with us, we don’t call you mum, we call you Yulia, like millions of people in Ukraine and in the world…My mum is a symbol of struggle. I didn’t want this, but it happened, and I’m proud of it. I’m proud of you.
When dad and I come home, your dogs run to greet us and they ask: where is she? I trick them and say that you’ll be back tomorrow….
…The court will soon announce its verdict. Seven years, as they want, or seventy or seven hundred…to them, it’s all the same…
I’m not asking the court for mercy because I know that you don’t need mercy from them. I’m not asking for leniency because I know that you were right and don’t need leniency. I am not appealing to conscience and honor, because for some in this courtroom those are foreign concepts…
I just want you to know, mum, that regardless of what happens in this courtroom, what happens in this world and on this Earth – the truth will always prevail. Truth and goodness will prevail, because there is no other option. I know that everything must be good and fair…I believe in this.
We are with you! All of us! I love you, my dear mum! Hold strong, my dear sweet mum!
Glory to my mum! Glory to Ukraine!
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