Heaven’s Hundred: Oleksandr Plekhanov

o3.05.2014 Hubs.com.ua
Translated and edited by Voices of Ukraine
Source: http://hubs.com.ua/discussions/nebesnaya-sotnya-aleksandr-plehanov.html

Architecture student [5th year at the Architecture Department of the Kyiv National University of Construction and Architecture] and amateur philosopher whose life was cut short one day before receiving his diploma at his graduation ceremony. On March 7th he would have turned 23.

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Oleksandr Plekhanov, a 22-year old student from Kyiv, died on Maidan on the night of February 18th. He died from a bullet wound to the head sustained on the front line. None of his friends, or people who knew him, were there at the time, and the circumstances of his death remain unknown.

He was wearing a level 2 flak jacket and a bicycle helmet. Neither was able to protect him.

The medical personnel of Hospital No. 17 where Alexander was brought pronounced him dead at 2 a.m. on February 19th. Due to a nurse’s inadvertent error, his parents were told that the young man at the hospital was a different Plekhanov. Alexander’s father came to the hospital that night and confirmed that the body was that of his son.

[https://www.facebook.com/iryna.gerashchenko/posts/575820419172442?stream_ref=10]

Screen Shot 2014-04-12 at 7.19.41 PMMP for UDAR party and journalist Iryna Gerashchenko writes in the first few lines of her post above:
The father of Sasha Plekhanov just arrived at #17 hospital. On March 7 the young man would have been 23 years old. All the doctors cried. And we all cried with them. It seems that doctors see blood and grief every day, but this horror – this senseless fratricide – this is not seen.

Plekhanov was part of the protests from the very first days of EuroMaidan. He was not there on Independence Square on November 30th – the night of the violent raid against student protesters. He joined the rally on December 1st, and after that he would come to Maidan once or twice a week – until the day he died.

That day he came to Maidan around 4 p.m., after the Square had been sealed off by “Berkut” forces. He had not been part of the events in Mariinsky Park that day, he spent most of it at the University.

Plekhanov’s girlfriend Anna recalls how Alexander used to say, “who if not me.” And how glad he was that people were not afraid to come out to Maidan. This is what he posted on his page in a social network on December 18:

There are moments in life when you have to praise yourself. And recognize your achievements.

On December 8th the people in a packed carriage on the Metro were scared to come out to the Maidan. Today we are not afraid.

When “the Party of Slaves” came into power, we were afraid they would not flinch. Today Popov is leaking Klyuev’s and others’ interrogation transcripts, Bogoslovksaya and Korolevskaya are defecting. Hanna Herman looks as pale as death. Today we are not afraid.

It is not enough, but it is an achievement. An achievement of the People of Ukraine.

To which we all contributed – those who stood on Maidan, those whose sons and daughters were there, those who brought food, those who talked to the people.

Those who saw the light and found faith in the new Ukrainian people.

Almost everyone who knew him called him a philosopher. He was not afraid of anyone or anything. He was a kind and fascinating person, and wise beyond his years. He loved sculpture and sculpted for paying clients. He was a keen cyclist and raced competitively.

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Another one of his hobbies was competitive ballroom dancing. There is a video of him on the Internet – it is a performance inspired by the part in Troy where Hector says farewell to his loved ones before his duel with Achilles that will end in his death.

Alexander had the leading role.

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P.S. For those who would like to help Alexander’s family – his sister’s account is 5457 0822 3046 0763, Bazhanova Yuliya Viktorovna.

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