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Arpine Hakobyan's Stories
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“Friday, Saturday, Sunday...” (Confusion)
It’s Monday again, and I have to go learn at school again. I don't like Mondays, because there are five long and hard days ahead of me at school. And Tuesdays, I don't like Tuesdays either, but one thing makes it better, and that is that one day has passed from the boring classes. Wednesdays are normal days for me, maybe the one day that I will not judge. And Thursdays, Thursdays are usually spent happily, because I know that the next day is a Friday, and that means the last day of classes. Therefore, there is probably no need to speak about Fridays. You can imagine my unlimited happiness that day.
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“Revenge” (Me and my friend)Buying a present turns out to be not that easy a thing. We bought perfume for our classmates last February. The boys were startled when they opened the present. They kept perfuming us during the whole day. We were very much offended, as we had expected them to thank us for the gift. On the 8th of March our boys presented us with perfumed too. It made us feel sick. We emptied it all on boys. The teachers were suffering a headache and we were about to faint that day. The boys sat down for a discussion with us. We made up our minds not to poison one another’s lives. We thought of having fun together.
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“If I didn\'t exist...” (If I didn't exist...)I have a habit of saving some money six months before the New Year in order to buy presents for all the members of my family. It's true that I remind them of that so much, that everyone's cup of patience becomes full... If I didn't exist, no one else would have bought them presents. But maybe there wouldn't be anyone to annoy them either.
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“The Well Planned Day” (Confusion)
My homework is the most difficult thing for me in this world. I come home from school, relax, watch TV, listen to music, but mom tells me to pass on to my assignments. I always try to win time saying: “Mom, I’ll do it now” until night comes. At night I watch films on TV. Losing hope to convince me to do the homework, mom tunes the TV set to her favorite and a detestable-for-me episode. That makes me leave for my room, understanding that I will not be able to watch the film.
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