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Hovnan Baghdasaryan's Stories

• “Where is Nane?” (Love Stories)
• “About Myself” (About Me)
• “Farewell to Toys” (It was then I realized I grew older)
• “Watch your step” (Youth & Peace)
• “A spring trip” (Stories About Spring)
• “My first camping trip” (Confusion)
• “When I Missed Very-Very Much For the First Time” (First time experiences)
• untitled (Concerns)
• untitled (Concerns)
• “The Sneakers” (The school)
• “Take Your Turn” (Life In Nor Hadjn)

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“Where is Nane?” (Love Stories)

There was a girl in my kindergarten. Her name was Nane. I was taking a candy for her every day, but she was eating the candy and was sitting next to another boy. She was bringing a book so was I, in order to look like her. Then she attended English lessons, so did I, In order to sit next to her.
Now I’m not going to the kindergarten any more. Me and Nane are going to different schools now. I wonder, what is she doing now?

Wrote at 7 years old age

“About Myself” (About Me)

I suppose I am a bad one as in this small town of ours I may be replaced by three other kids, but I believe I am not that bad. I am kind not to be too boasty. My family is not that of scientists and I suppose I don't have to fit into special intelligence standards. My brothers hold the contrary view. They believe I spoil the brainpower of our family.
My story is very short; I am writing it very fast. My having a dog depends fully on this.

Wrote at 8 years old age

“Farewell to Toys” (It was then I realized I grew older)

I wish for a dog, but there is no room for it in our house. I don't play with my toys any more, so we are thinking of taking them down to the cellar. My dog will probably occupy their place, or…who knows? Maybe, I'll change its place. If I give it this corner, it will jump on my brother Moush and break its legs. I suppose I have to take the toys to the cellar.

Wrote at 8 years old age

“Watch your step” (Youth & Peace)

War is a very bad thing. People die even if the war was over long before. This happens because of mines. Fighting sides put land mines everywhere. Our relative's grandson was seventeen; he lived in Kapan, in frontier-bound territories. He had entered an institute that year. He was very happy to go to Yerevan. The bus drove over a mine and exploded. The boy died. He was neither a soldier nor was there a war. I know that thousands of children die because of post-war land mines every year.
Do we really need this kind of victory?

Wrote at 8 years old age

“A spring trip” (Stories About Spring)

One fine spring day we went to mount Ara. I was climbing very fast. Me and my brother were very thirsty and were drinking a lot of water. We reached to the Tsaghkavanq and we there drank water too. Then we came down of the mount and went home through a long way. I wasn’t tired at all and wanted to go to the mount Ara one more time, but no one wanted to go there. They told that they were tired. I was sad, but not so much, because I had already seen it.

Wrote at 7 years old age

“My first camping trip” (Confusion)

I went camping for the first time. It was not at all interesting. We had gone to relax, but we didn't get any rest, we just became even more tired. It was raining all day, and for that reason we could not get out of our tents. Then, the mosquitos saw me and immediately started biting. My mother said that I am very tasty and that is why they were biting, but no one gave me anything tasty to eat. They said that it is raining, how can we cook food? Was that real camping?

Wrote at 7 years old age

“When I Missed Very-Very Much For the First Time” (First time experiences)

It’s the first time that I haven’t seen my brother for two weeks. I am pining for him. I count the days left for his return. The day is near and I am counting the hours. Now I am thinking what I will do when he comes. In my dreams I go to the airport and greet my brother.
I miss my mother too, but it is already the second time I am staying alone, without mom. Some years ago mom stayed in Persia for two months. When she returned, I did not go the airport. Only dad went. I stayed at home with my brothers. Mom returned with dad at night. I woke up a bit later. I had missed her so much that jumped and hugged her.

Wrote at 9 years old age

untitled (Concerns)

I am concerned with my Armenian marks. I get either bad or satisfactory marks. This is a great problem. I always want to get excellent marks but I cannot. I concentrate all my attention on this mark but all the worse.
It seems to me, that I will get an excellent mark one day.

Wrote at 9 years old age

untitled (Concerns)

I am concerned with cold. When winter comes, I know there will be no electricity, the roads will be frozen, there will be many accidents and people will die. People in villages and in mountains will catch a cold. They will wear warm clothes, but this won’t help. I am afraid that they may slip and fall down, causing accidents. People always die from accidents.

Wrote at 9 years old age

“The Sneakers” (The school)

It was late at night and everyone was going to bed. I had decided to take part in the Physical Training class the next day. I opened the box with my sneakers and remembered I had to take them with me. I told my mother:
“I will not go to the Physical Training tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“I will need to take my sneakers then.”
“Then take them.”
“They are heavy, besides I will need to take them from my classroom to the cloak-room. It will also take me a lot of time to dress.”
“You can move faster, what’s the problem?”
“I cannot.”
“You can.”
“I don’t want.”
“Moving faster will help you to get thinner.”
“But I do not want to get thinner.”
“When you get older, you would not be able to get thinner.”
“It’s final, I am not going to the physical training class tomorrow.”
“You are going, and this is out of discussion.”
I could not say anything back. I took my clothes the next day and went to school. I wish there were lock cabins for keeping sport clothes at schools.

Wrote at 9 years old age

“Take Your Turn” (Life In Nor Hadjn)

"Can I take your picture?" I asked some card-playing grandpas. "No, you cannot," said one of them who appeared later to be their leader, or more correctly, the most talkative.
"Why can't he?" my father, who was standing beside me, asked.
"Where are you from," asked the same grandpa.
"From Yerevan."
"But why are you demolishing our factories?"
For a moment we were very surprised and didn't know how to respond.
"It's because of those demolished factories that for the whole day we sit under this wall and don't know how to pass the time."
"Take your turn," said the Grandpa next to him.
But the first grandpa went on with his speech.
"Because you're continually complaining that the Turks committed Genocide, but if you hadn't allowed it, they wouldn't have done it. You know, right? that the Turks are Mongols. They came in the 10-something-eth century to conquer Armenia."
"I'm telling you to take your turn. We’ve all heard the story you're telling."
"When will you learn that it’s not all related to commerce?"
And that grandpa spoke for a long time, so I had time to take a few pictures. When we were leaving my father said that he would come back and make a movie about these men. The verbose grandpa became excited and said that he could fly from rooftop to rooftop like Tarzan.

Wrote at 13 years old age