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Lilit Hovhannisyan's Stories

• ““Let's drink life cold”, says Moush” (Confusion)
• “The Calming Cucumber” (Confusion)
• “My Friend Serie” (Me and my friend)
• “Talk” (Open letters, Declaration-protests, Talks & interviews)
• “The wolf” (Elders and youngers)
• “For him” (Youth & Peace)
• “Hamburger” (Table Tales)
• “My shoe” (Confusion)

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““Let's drink life cold”, says Moush” (Confusion)

There are some things that you cannot imagine living without. For example, the telephone, your best friend, the breaks between classes at school Number 132, your parents, getting an A!! But those are things that we are used to because they already exist. So now close your eyes and imagine that you are alone in life without all those things. It's sad, isn't it?
However, there are things that change over time, whether you like it or not. For example, the earrings that you used to wear in the 5th grade that are finally thrown in the trash after being kicked ten times and put in soap. (How often can someone wear the same things?! I've had enough.)
Or you suddenly realize that your best friend has changed from when you first met her and it's no longer possible for you to remain friends... or maybe you have simply changed yourself. Anyway, you separate on good terms as friends, despite the fact that everything usually ends in an argument and one more person is added to your list of enemies. I hope that perhaps you understand what I am trying to say. Therefore, try to better evaluate the things that surround you, the people and, most important of all, time. Consider whether five years is too short or too long? Often, five minutes is enough for someone, but I am in no way obliged to waste my time explaining this to you, I have more important work to attend to. I hope you understand that this is a joke. And most importantly, don't forget Mush's saying: 'Let's drink life cold'.

Wrote at 12 years old age

“The Calming Cucumber” (Confusion)

I am alone today. Our movie channel shows only black and white and without sound. I tried to fix it, I thought I could. But I finally took everything apart. I tried to do something, but all in vain. And I started crying, which I hardly ever do. I remembered my mother’s words: I have spent so much time making these channels work. And now, she was to repair the whole staff again. I cried for a long time, being unable to control myself, I switched the TV set off and then turned it on in hope of a miracle. But things wouldn’t change and I kept on getting nervous. There was a cucumber on the table. I ate it and calmed down immediately. I don’t know; either the cucumber was calming, or I wanted to eat one.

“My Friend Serie” (Me and my friend)

My friend Seyran, or Serie, is a very good friend. He happens to be very inattentive during lessons. I telephone Serie when I want to know the homework.
“Hi Serie, what's up?”
“I'm O.K., what about you?”
“Well, I'm fine. What are you doing?”
“I don't know the usual.”
“Serie, can you tell me the homework for Armenian class?”
“If only I knew it...”
“So what are you going to do?”
“I don't know.
“Wait a bit; I'll phone you back as soon as I know the assignment.”
Sometimes Serie calls me.
“Hi, Lilit, how are you? Can you tell the assignment for the Armenian history class?”
“I was going to ask you the same. Well, wait for my call.”
I am offended when Serie doesn't phone even for one day.
Today we were to write a test on Armenian history but as Serie's right hand was damaged with an axe, he didn't write.
They played a sea - fought together with the teacher instead…

“Talk” (Open letters, Declaration-protests, Talks & interviews)

“Hello, Poplar, how are you?”
“Things are not that nice, you know. My back aches me, my hair... they are tousled. It‘s a year I haven’t combed them.”
“How old are you, Poplar?”
“Don’t you know they never ask a woman’s age?”
“I’m sorry. What’s your name?”
“A nice question, I’d say. What’s your name Lilit?”
“Yeah. I got it.”
“Now I want you to leave me alone. Your questions caused a headache.”
“You’re so much like my granny, Poplar.”

“The wolf” (Elders and youngers)

When I was young, I couldn't pronounce half of the letters. One time, I was telling the story of the “Red hat” -Led hat takes the dinnel, to go to glandmoler's house... the rolf said “well al you going, led hat...”
At that moment, I looked at my mother's angry face. I said with surprise.
“Mum, this rolf is so, no?...”

“For him” (Youth & Peace)

When you love somebody you want that somebody be safe. I have “someone”… someone whom I love greatly. He doesn't even know about that, but now that is not important. The fact he is joining the army is what matters. Do you understand me? It is only now that I realize how much I want peace to float all over the world. I want this to come true more than ever in my life. I want there to be no wars and violence. I want the realm of justice, peace and love to come. Well, at least during this two years.
Then, when I think of all the possible events, I come to understand a two-year peace is short enough. He will leave for Russia in two years. What if he then decides to travel? I now need peace in some other countries. I forgot to say I also want peace for His mother, brother, future children and grandchildren.
It seems to me I just can't do without peace…

Wrote at 14 years old age

“Hamburger” (Table Tales)

The bread was thinking on the plate. It wished it were an Egyptian pyramid. The bread had once heard a mother telling her children that in order to grow up they needed to eat.

So, it started to eat. It was eating everything it could: cheese and vegetables, sausage and greens. It even ate a spoonful of mustard, the BBQ and the pickles lying on the table.

It ate and ate but this did not help it become a pyramid. The food got stuck in its throat and it became a hamburger.

Wrote at 11 years old age

“My shoe” (Confusion)

We have a small piece of land, which I like a lot. I used to play there with my sister as a child. When I go there I always eat strawberry. Once my cousin was also there. We played a game. We were hiding our shoes in the sand and then trying to find them. We hid one of the shoes so deep that were not able to find it later. My brother had forgotten the place he had hidden the shoe. I stood barefoot. Years later the wind blew the sand away and we found my shoe. Now it is there, by the gate. It is small for me now since I have grown older...
Years have passed and this shoe and our memories remind us of the happy time we had.