Behind Gates, Bizarre Vision Of Opulence
KIEV, Ukraine — An eerie calm and a light mist shrouded President Viktor F. Yanukovych’s
sprawling residential compound just outside the capital on Saturday
morning as street fighters from the center of Kiev made their way
inside, gingerly passing a wrought-iron gate and cautioning one another
about booby traps and snipers.
They
found none of either but discovered instead a world surely just as
surreal as the charred wasteland of barricades and debris on the
occupied central plaza that has been their home for months. It was a
vista of bizarre and whimsical attractions on a grand scale, a panorama
of waste and inexplicable taste.
They
saw about a half-dozen large residences of various styles, a private
zoo with rare breeds of goats, a coop for pheasants from Asia, a golf
course, a garage filled with classic cars and a private restaurant in
the form of a pirate ship, with the name “Galleon” on the stern.
Whether
it was the toppling of Ferdinand Marcos of the Philippines or of Col.
Muammar el-Qaddafi of Libya, the breaching of the presidential palace
gates is a milestone of a revolution. But Kiev on Saturday was unusual
in one sense. There was no sacking. The opposition unit that took
control of the president’s complex, called Mezhigorye, kept it intact,
at least for now. On Saturday, the president fled, and the presidential
guard melted away. But members of the Lviv-based “hundred,” who had
repeatedly confronted Mr. Yanukovych’s security forces on the streets,
posted guards around his residential compound and prevented looting even
as swarms of gawking Kiev residents strolled through its grounds.
The reason, the street fighters said, was to preserve evidence of the ousted leader’s lavish lifestyle for his prosecution.
One
of the Lviv militants walked onto a gazebo ringed with plaster urns,
removed his green military helmet and gazed out at the park and the
Dnieper River.
Another
pair, wearing fetid, soot-smeared clothing from the square and carrying
baseball bats, walked into an outbuilding, sat in chairs with plush
blue and gold upholstery, pulled large yellow drinking glasses from a
cabinet and began to photograph one another on their cellphones as if
raising toasts.
“We
hoped for this but didn’t expect it,” said one, Roman Dakus. Mr. Dakus
had been in Kiev at Independence Square, or Maidan as it is known here,
off and on for three months, he said. “It was very, very difficult to
stay on the square in the cold at night. But we warmed one another with
our hearts and our souls.
“People
really changed their mind-set because of these events,” Mr. Dakus
added. “Before, people thought, ‘Nothing really depends on me.’ They
preferred to say that and to think like that. But after this situation,
they think differently. They believe in their struggle when they are all
together.”
Within
a short time, a crowd gathered outside the gates. The street fighters
threw them open, and Ukrainians, who were arriving by the thousands by
early afternoon, flowed into the compound. “What a nightmare,” one man
said in disgust, looking at the dining room of Mr. Yanukovych’s pirate
ship, moored at the river bank, all oak and brass trim.
The
complex was once a modest government site that Mr. Yanukovych turned
into a private residence and then expanded, saying acquaintances had
built or paid for many amenities. Previous Ukrainian presidents had not
lived at the residence.
The
street fighters decided not to open the buildings, saying they would
wait for prosecutors and experts on valuable art to arrive and assess
their contents.
Autocrats
seem to have a propensity for private zoos, and Mr. Yanukovych’s palace
complex contained multiple enclosures for exotic animals. Rare
pheasants with magnificent, iridescent red tails scratched about in
their cages, nervous from the crowds walking past and snapping pictures.
The labels on the cages identified them as “Diamond pheasant” and
“Japanese long-tailed pheasant.”
Other cages held dogs, and there were pens for goats and what appeared to be rare breeds of pigs.
The
street fighters also found a heap of ash from burned documents, and
used a raft to fish others from where they had been thrown into the
river, laying them out carefully to dry.
The
complex extended well over a mile along the river and was immaculately
landscaped with hedges, lawns and birch trees, and a golf course of
graceful swales, sand traps and pools of crystalline water.
Even
as the crowds grew, there was no sign of looting. By evening, a vast
traffic jam formed on the highway from the capital, and crowds walked
along the road’s shoulder to see the open palace. The grounds filled
with Ukrainian citizens, awed by what they saw. “I’ve never seen luxury
like this,” said one man.
Speaking
of Mr. Yanukovych, Ihor Knyazov, a cook, said: “He couldn’t stand up
and tell the people, ‘I give up.’ So he just ran away, the coward.”
“It’s
beautiful here,” said Svetlana Gorbenkova, a realtor, as she walked
about. “It’s so peaceful. But why all this for just one person? This was
all stolen from us. It’s obvious now how much he stole. Why didn’t he
give anything to the people? When he was running for president, one of
his slogans was, ‘I will listen to every one of you.’ But he didn’t
listen to any of us.”
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