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Ashot Ghoukasyan's Stories

• “Attention! Ashot's coming” (It was then I realized I grew older)
• “About Myself” (About Me)
• “Important lessons” (Youth & Peace)
• “What a crazy month” (Stories About Spring)
• “The "Good" Advice of "Bad" Spirits” (People don't understand me)

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“Attention! Ashot's coming” (It was then I realized I grew older)

When I was a small child, my parents used to hold me by the hand when we were c ross ing the street. I was not very happy about this. I thought, “Other children are allowed to c ross the streets themselves. Why aren't I?”

Once I decided to c ross the street alone. My heart was thumping as before a battle. Suddenly the cars pulled down and I realized that I had grown older.

Wrote at 14 years old age

“About Myself” (About Me)

I am Ashot and now I'll try to describe myself. I am difficult to deal with and even I don't find it easy to understand what and when I want. Many have been the cases when I had tried to decipher my inner processes but all in vain. I am changeable and that is another reason of self misunderstanding. I have no hobbies as I cease anything on the second or the third day. From the mess I have inside I can tell you one thing for sure- I never regret for what I do. I don't like lying but when need arises I turn to it though always get caught red handed. I don't like English, have never liked it and will never do so. I like girls, these weak and beautiful creatures. I can't imagine my life without them. I like to live with my changeable moods, to try different things, understand the good and the bad.

Wrote at 14 years old age

“Important lessons” (Youth & Peace)

I like military activities as all the boys do. I have been attending a young soldiers club since I the age of nine. I like everything there: we have a real strict commander, we wear military uniform, and everything is neat and clean. In a word, things look like in a real army there. The training process is also a difficult one: we run, take apart and put together guns. I get tired easily, but always find strength to go ahead. In my opinion, a real man should be ready to everything, should never complain. I remember, once we had competitions. Many of the boys were tired; they stopped every now and then. This was not about me. I wanted to win. I was sweating, my hands were hard with training, but I went on struggling. I won. They gave me an award. It is really priceless for me, as I have won it myself by having a victory over myself. Now I look at my medal and think of all the war activities in the world to be this way, just like when a boy becomes older. Let the loser just get up, and shake the dust out of his clothes.

Wrote at 13 years old age

“What a crazy month” (Stories About Spring)

It was March and we were thinking about how to get out of class. It was a very bright day, the air was fresh and it wasn’t even raining. When we were out the gates, the sky turned gray. We thought it wouldn’t rain and decided to walk. Suddenly it started to rain and we got wet. Fortunately, some of us were going to Nork and were near the bus station. It was very hard to get home with the heavy bags. When I got home my mother was surprised to see me wet. She asked me about it and I told her that it was raining outside. But soon she understood that I was lying. Then I told her the truth. She said that only if I'd skipped class she would be angry with me, but if I was with my classmates then she wouldn’t be angry.
I’m finishing my story, but I will never forget that spring day because I caught a cold and was ill for a month.

Wrote at 13 years old age

“The "Good" Advice of "Bad" Spirits” (People don't understand me)

I don’t understand myself. It was the geometry lesson; my classmates came to me and asked:
“Have you done the assignment?”
“No.”
“Do you want to listen to the teacher?”
“No.”
“So let’s leave.”
The “evil spirits” were murmuring in my ear, over and over again: “Leave! Go! Go!” The “good” spirits were telling me to stay for the lesson.

I stayed. The teacher entered and was very angry, she said: “Open your exercise books; I want to check your homework.” Because I hadn’t done the work, I got a bad mark, and for coming to the lesson unprepared, I got another.

Why didn’t I listen to the “bad spirits”?

Wrote at 14 years old age