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David Martirosyan's Stories

• “Basic reason” (Love Stories)
• “About Myself” (About Me)
• “My grandpa likes to joke” (Stories About Spring)
• “If I didn\'t exist...” (If I didn't exist...)
• “My Brother” (Young and old)
• “Close Your Eyes” (Foreigner? Refugee? Displaced? One of Us!)
• “My Little Brother and I” (People don't understand me)
• “I like it, man…” (Confusion)

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“Basic reason” (Love Stories)

On the day of my brother's christen, me and my christen father's daughter whose name is Tsovo, went to the Ayrudzi. Everyone knows that she is my sister.
One day some boys came to me and said, “Hey body, our friend is crying.”
I didn't pay attention and continued to comb the hair of the horse.
I said, “I don't care.”
They replied, “Hey don't you know that he has fell in love with your sister, do something to help your sister to become his girlfriend.”
I laughed and told them that I'll think about it.
Later Tsovo came and said, “Dav did you know that Arman is in love with me?”
Dav got angry an replied that he is tired of listening it all the time. Then he went to the Arman's room and saw that he is really crying. He knew that Tsovo would never love him. I told Arman that she only likes to play now, when he heard it he began to cry stronger than before. Let him cry now in real.

Wrote at 11 years old age

“About Myself” (About Me)

All I do need is information. I like to know everything new. I don't like people concealing things from me. I spend sleepless nights trying to solve problems. I hate school and the studies. But I realize I need them for my future and so make myself study. I don't also like to be in very difficult situations as I don't manage to concentrate on a reasonable solution quickly. I always try to forget the things done, but sometimes even this becomes impossible. I like being surrounded by people of different kind as I can learn much from them and enrich my knowledge.

Wrote at 12 years old age

“My grandpa likes to joke” (Stories About Spring)

The friend of my father had presented some flower seeds. He had brought them from India and was sure that they were very beautiful flowers. When the spring came we put the seed under the ground and were waiting for them to become some beautiful flowers.
But the flowers weren’t growing. We were very sad about it.
All of us were at home when the phone rang. My grandpa was calling, he said, “ Hello David how are you?” I said that I had missed him very much.
My grandpa told,” If I tell you something you won’t believe me.”
He said that our Indian flowers had grown up.
Some minutes later all of us were going to the summer house to see the flowers. When we reached there we found out that my grandpa was just joking because it was the 1st of April.

Wrote at 11 years old age

“If I didn\'t exist...” (If I didn't exist...)

If I didn't exist, the 'Khabarbzik' articles, but not all, just half, wouldn't have been written. And finally, if I didn't exist, my brother would have stayed unmannered. At one time, I had taught him so many bad words for him to go and say to my sister and be spanked for it. But I regret that very much, since now he says all those words to me. Oh, my poor brother! Now, all day, as soon as he pronounces one of the bad words I taught him,
straight away he gets a spanking from me.

Wrote at 9 years old age

“My Brother” (Young and old)

Yesterday, I gave my younger brother two candies. My brother likes candy very much, but he didn't eat them. He doesn't speak very well yet and he somehow asked me if I didn't have any more candies. I said no. My brother had already unwrapped a candy, looked sadly at it and gave it to my sister. He then unwrapped the other candy and gave it to my mother.
Then, he sat quietly in the corner. I was very embarrassed. I put my hand in my pocket and took out two more candies. My brother gave me one, but I didn't take it, so that he could eat the two.

Wrote at 9 years old age

“Close Your Eyes” (Foreigner? Refugee? Displaced? One of Us!)

Close your eyes for a minute and imagine yourself at your place, having supper with your family, talking about nice things--then turn the page and picture yourself devoid of all this, left homeless, without friends and relatives, without anything. Escaping is the only thing left to do, if you don't want to sacrifice yourself and die a hero's death. The wind blows you to some unknown place, to some strange town. You have nothing but your clothes and shoes; no one loves or respects you. They give you a place, sometimes under open sky and say, “This is it, go and live.” Sometimes being unable to speak the new country's language you face many difficulties and it is just impossible to pretend to be a native. No one wants to talk to you. If you want to find a job suiting your profession you better forget both about the desire to do so and the profession you have.
Now try to open your eyes. You see people who have to live in severe and unjust conditions, people who have to bear all this because of wars and disasters. These people need your help.

Wrote at 12 years old age

“My Little Brother and I” (People don't understand me)

One day I came home and my brother was playing on the computer. My teacher had assigned me to print some information on the computer: the time-table, the list of the students on duty. It was four p.m. I had much homework for the next day and had to manage everything else as well. I asked my brother to share the computer but he wouldn’t agree and after long, vain efforts I at last forced him out of the room.

My brother is six years old. As any other child would act, he started complaining to mom.
“Mom, David bit me and made me go out f the room, while I was playing on the computer Aaaaaaaa!”
Mummy, like any other mother, got angry and said I must not bully the poor child. My brother sat in front of the computer again and I did not finish the work. I felt irresponsible. Of course, I was not right either but is it that difficult to understand that duties are important, more important than those silly games, which only destroy your eyes?

Wrote at 13 years old age

“I like it, man…” (Confusion)

My mother and sister are in the country house. Dad and me are alone at home. I still have my studies and dad is getting prepared for a concert. Then we can leave too. Everything is excellent and we are enjoying our time, except for one thing: mom’s presence in the kitchen. Today dad made the usual omelet…
“Yeah I like this omelet, man,” said dad looking at my sullen face.
Then he emptied the rest into the rubbish.
“But we have not had breakfast yet, dad,” I said.
“There was a fly in my plate,” replied dad sadly. It was funny.
We will be leaving for the country house today, no postponing.