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Gevorg Mantashyan's Stories

• “Behind the Door” (Confusion)
• “The salt” (Table Tales)

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“Behind the Door” (Confusion)

My sister and I were playing a computer game. Suddenly she said, “Oh, I'm tired, I'm going rest.” She stepped toward the door. “Look, it won’t open.”
“I've told you millions of times, you just need to pull it harder,” I said.
But the door wouldn't open, which was surprising. It was surprising for me but I was happy at the same time, because I could play longer. But this wouldn’t be fair and I asked mom:
“Mom, can you open the door?”
“Do you mean the door would not open?”
“Yeah, I think there is something wrong with the lock.”
“Wait a minute, I will be back now.”
“I am coming…”
“Mom, let’s unscrew the knob and see what’s wrong.”
We could not manage to fix the lock and called dad.
“Oh goodness, I thought you knew I am very busy.”
We told dad we were imprisoned in the room. This made dad change his decision and he told us he would be home in half an hour. I continued to play my game. Then dad came and tried to set us free. I could not wait any longer and suggested breaking the door, especially since I had so long dreamt about this.
When the door was open I dashed right to the toilet, crying to myself:
“Freedom, freedom . . . oh, darling you better hurry up . . ..”

“The salt” (Table Tales)

Don’t call him salt, or else he will get insulted. He is Mr. Salt and now he is on the highest shelf of the cupboard. Mr. Salt doesn’t like talking to his neighbors.

“They are very silly and useless,” he thought, “look at these plates. What are they for? Just to eat supper in. Besides, they are very dirty. They need a good bath every day. And me, I am always pretty; people take care of me, so that not a single drop of water ever touches me.”

And putting on airs this way, he went to the darkest corner of the cupboard.
“I better sit here alone, than talk to them. Above all, water is my enemy,” he decided.

When the family gathered around the supper table, they forgot about Mr. Salt. The little girl had failed to find the salt in the dark corners of the cupboard.

Mr. Salt was at the verge of blowing up. He was red with anger.

“I think, there is something missing in the supper, dear,” the father noted carefully to mother. He did not want to make her feel bad.

“I know; the salad is not tasty, at all,” said mother.

“Where is the salt?” grandpa asked, “You didn’t salt any food.”

“At last; here I am,” shouted Mr. Salt, taking a deep breath. “Next time put me on the table first,” he mumbled.

“I didn’t know salt is so important,” thought the little girl. “No food tastes good without it. Maybe the taste is salt himself.”

It was good that Mr. Salt was not able to guess what people were thinking about. Can you imagine what would happen in that case?

Wrote at 11 years old age