The Social and Cultural News of Abovyan City.
Armenian version is here It was 1915. Cruelty. Brutality. Savagery. Atrocities. Wholesale slaughter. Massacre of an innocent nation. Turkish program of extermination against Armenia. Annihilation of humanity. Why? What for?
Read MoreArmenian version is here Grandmother why we have come stranger’s home? – was asking my grandson who was close to three, on the other line of the phone, hardly trying to form her words and thoughts. Question that had always been tearing my torturing heart of miss up and had accumulated emotions, emotions… Question – that seemed to be directed not to the grandmother but to the Time, Century and left unanswered hanging in an air. Hanging like a Damocles sword which strikes not to the forehead but just…
Read MoreArmenian version is here They say:”Good neighbor is better than the worse relative”. Are neighbors so important in our life? Sometimes we are so superstitious towards them. For instance if in the early morning getting out we come across with the neighbor which we consider the one who transforms only negative energy or we see another neighbor with an empty pail, certainly we think that today our works will have wrong way. We inspire ourselves and surround us with negative aura and that existing energy gives us no rest all…
Read MoreArmenian versian is here They say Santa Claus has advice for the kids, and why not, for the adults too. And when the year comes to its end, you put carefully one more year into your Memory Box, Santa Claus brings with him another multicolored box, and they say if you ask for Santa your cherished desire, which seems to be so far away and unnoticeable, he is able to fulfill your dream. You know Santa Claus? My age which is typically based on the coincidence of tender, but at…
Read Moreoriginal, Armenian Version is here In sunset when the tiresome sun was getting down, when the evening lyric covered the hemisphere, the naughty boy had definite purpose to press a quite big portion of cucumber into the exhaust pipe of occasional car. As the street was not so full of people, it was rather comfortable to carry out the “work”.
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Original, Armenian Version is Here It is difficult to notice in the passing crowd weather this one has a dreamy character or that maid understands that “autumn has taken its place in my table with withered roses”. Jazz music sounds slowly. The crowd is multicolored like this music. From the wide-open window of the cafe I tried to estimate the crowds mood; people are unfamiliar for me.
Read MoreArmenian Version is Here I really miss the flowers that used to fade in midnight and at dawn rise their blue eyes up. I really miss the moss that used to cover the stones like a bride and give rules to the passer by. I really miss, Oh, that kind of Needy that goes goes and at last becomes a Legend.
Read MoreOriginal, Armenian Version is Here Once upon a time, in an unknown seashore of world was living a fish – tiny- truesayer which was earning it’s own living. It didn’t know much about its origin. They said that during the storm little pretty fish was founded in an unconscious position and had been taken to the infant – house where it had been growing big. It was not accepted by the other sort of fishes as our tiny – fish had quite different spaces. Every time it felt some…
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