Moushegh Baghdasaryan's Stories
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“I love her very much. I love her eyes, her hair …. I meet her every day, she is my classmate. If she is abcent for the classes, I don't sleep at nights. I'm speaking with her every day. I always call her and ask about different things. She also calls me, but if I don't hear her voice just for a day I don't sleep at night. She is the buity of our classroom…”
I read all this from David's exercise-book, which he never shows to anybody. But he shwed it to me.
He has copied it from the Karo's diary.
Wrote at 12 years old age
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“About Myself” (About Me)
I love my sweet Armenia's sun-flavored speech
I love the plaintive musings of our ancient saz.
Yeghisheh Charents wrote about me
I am Moushegh. You probably know that. I have no permanent features to talk about which can be accounted for by the fact I always think differently. But don't think I am complaining. I like thinking. I also like making new discoveries but have made none till now, alas. I like citing, bringing quotes especially from various films to best fit this or that situation. I like teasing people but always regret afterwards. I don't like apologizing which is a kind of a principle for me. I hate being praised. I like money; I collect money but hardly ever spend it. That is the reason I sometimes have money accumulations. Look, I collect money to buy something. Then I change my mind and my budget grows thus. My brothers try in vain to borrow money from me from time to time as I never lend a penny. I like making jokes but do this in a low voice so that not to feel ashamed if people don't laugh. I like eating all kind of candies. I buy sweets, keep them in my shelf and sell them to my brothers, though quite rarely. I don't like doing school assignments but… some reprimanding looks and I give in. I sit down to do the homework. Sometimes I get offended from the whole world.
“To be or not to be”, Shakespeare wrote. See, I made a quote though not quite a good one.
I don't like people who try to show off. I want to show them the strength of my fist sometimes and even do so. I don't like watching movies but join my elder brother when he sits down in front of the TV set. I'd like to mention some negative features of mine but what can I do? I have none. That's the problem.
Wrote at 13 years old age
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“Portraying a Happy Man” (Youth & Peace)
Peace meant different things to me at different ages. The mother's milk is perhaps peace for a newborn baby. He or she lies in mother's warm embrace and sucks in milk drops with a happy face. Mothers are the peace for babies; mothers are who they pass all their days with.
The babies grow up and change their notion of peace.
When I was four or five, I likened peace with a huge sack overfilled with toys.
When I went to school at the age of seven, peace meant for me easily solved math problems for which I got excellent marks.
In the seventh grade I had several books I could read and never get tired or bored of. This was peace for me then.
Talking to my girlfriend would probably be associated with peace for me in the 9 th form.
As a grown-up, married man and father, I would feel peaceful having my wife by my side, a paper in my hands and my children playing in front of us.
For me as a grandpa peace would probably mean a pipe, an armchair, and my wife again by my side and my sons with their families sitting round the table.
When there will be no place for me to grow up and I'll be a very-very old man with all my wishes having come true, I'll thank God and breathe my last breathe with a smile on my face.
Wrote at 13 years old age
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It was my friend Hovik's birthday. We gave him gifts during the break time. Almost all of us had brought official presents, like a tie, calculator, a notebook and etc. My friend was very happy because he had received a big bag of gifts. After the classes Hovik invited us to the cafe. So we went to the “Smak” as we were very hungry, we had everything very quickly and after fifteen minutes we just had nothing to do. My friends went home, but I was waiting for my father. I thought that we would stay two hours in the cafe. Now I had to wait my parents in the street. As they were late so I decided to walk a little. I was enjoying the spring for half an hour. My parents were still being late so I was still enjoying the beauty of the spring which started to bore me. My parents were late after an hour so I felt a little hunger. Then I was just tired of the spring beauty and I got angry both on spring and on Hovik. So I started to think if I hadn't bought a present for Hovik, I could have some money with me now and of course I could buy something to eat. I thought, “What a day was Hovik born? If his birthday was a day later I could buy something to eat and he could be younger. ” While I was thinking what kind of food I could buy instead of buying a present, my parents came.
Wrote at 12 years old age
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“Give me some support...” (Confusion)
We decided to go camping. We had too much luggage and not enough people to carry it, so we left most of it behind to return and pick up the next day. My father's friends' shoes were in one of the bags and he could not walk without them. We went to pick the luggage up in the morning.
“Be quick,” said the owner of the shoes, “I cannot live without those shoes.”
A little later, he became thirsty. “I am thirsty and I have my own way of drinking water which is very good. The water only lessens by a few drops while you are fulfilling your thirst.” He picked up the bottle, took off the cap and filled it with water. You know how your arms shake after carrying such heavy luggage– he nearly spilled one glass of water on the ground. He repeated that several times.
“So you see, the water must be saved while camping.” But the bottle was already empty and we were still thirsty.
Finally we arrived. After putting on his shoes, the man who was trying to save the water became energized and said, “With these shoes, I can walk around the world.” He happily started walking. At the beginning of the road he said, “I think that the heel of my shoe has broken off.”
A little later, “The stitches of my shoes are torn.”
A little later he said, “My shoes are completely wrecked. I will sue the company that made them. I am shocked, I bought them when I was student. Can you believe it, not even 25 years have passed and they are ruined? What a shame!”
And when it was time for us to return home from our walk, leaving most of the food behind, my father's friend also left behind his tourist shoes with a note stuck on them: “You may use these.”
Wrote at 12 years old age
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I was five when this happened. I suggested to my brother, “Gor let’s grow beans.”
“Let’s do it.”
We asked mom for advice on how to grow beans.
“First you need a pot.”
“Why? To water the tree?”
“Oh, no dear, just to put the seed in.”
“We are living in a flat, we do not have land,” added father.
So we took sour cream pots, put some soil in it and poured water on each seed. Mom and dad tried to put the muddy sour cream pots on the windowsill.
“So, you are finished. Let’s go to the dining room. We will wait and see when the shoots will appear.”
“The shoots, the beans have given shots!!!” I told dad.
“Not shots, but shoots”, said Gor in a mystical voice.
But our seeds had given neither shots, nor shoots. I was in mud, my hand, my feet, everything was soiled for I had dug out the seed to show to dad and Gor.
“The time for these seeds hasn’t still come,” said dad and planted them again.
At night Gor had dug the soil with a pencil, but the shoots would not grow.
“We will rather give shoots than these seeds. There is soil and water everywhere around. Take the seeds to the garden,” complained mom. So we did. We would admire our work every evening.
One day I saw someone cultivating our beans, I suppose this person even had a good harvest, could sell it at a high price and get rich. He did not even remember about us.
Wrote at 10 years old age
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The important thing is that I exist, but if I didn't exist, my mother would say - “Oh, oh, oh, I miss my Moushik, why wasn't he born?”. And maybe I would eat cakes while drinking Miranda in the sky, and I wouldn't know my mother and I would live without worries. On being born, I would have maybe prayed to have been born in another world, where the poets would have written about children. For example, “These hands, this boy's hands” and etc.
My birthday would have been July 6, and the whole world celebrates this day now. Ok, maybe not the whole world, but the whole of Armenia, that's to say my family and friends.
Wrote at 10 years old age
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“You, Aragats... a Diamond Shield...” (Funny Stories)
“Aragats, come to the blackboard.”
There is no sound.
“I repeat. Aragats, come to the blackboard.”
Again there is no answer.
“Why do you look at me with your eyes wide open, Aragats? Come to the blackboard!’’
“Is it me whom you are addressing?’’ my brother asked.
“Certainly.”
“But... my name is Gor.’’
“That doesn’t matter. Come to the blackboard.”
My brother‘s biology teacher, who is also my teacher, came to our classroom the same day and asked:
“Who is Aragats’ brother here?”
“Me, I am Aragats’ brother, but his name is Gor.”
Wrote at 10 years old age
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“Dancing is not necessary” (Young and old)
We celebrated our grandmother's birthday without our parents. We were impatiently waiting as to when we would
sit on the table, to pop the champagne bottle. My brother and I made all the toasts as my parents weren't home.
All our toasts were like ones made by adults. Then, my grandmother put her cassette player on and started to dance the waltz. To be honest, my grandmother is not that thin, after her every jump, the downstairs neighbour was hitting the heater pipes. When the neighbour hit the pipes for the third time, my grandmother said that they didn't understand anything about art. And we took advantage of the fact that our neighbours didn't understand anything about art by devouring the meatcakes which my grandmother had prepared. And this is how we celebrated my grandmother's birthday.
Wrote at 10 years old age
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One day I was going to school; at the entrance I saw my teacher.
“Why are you late? Hurry!”
I wanted to scream because I was very nervous. I entered the classroom. The lesson had already begun and I was late, as usual. Usually teachers don’t get annoyed with me because of that, but this time my teacher yelled at me, reprimanded me at the same time making jokes, which weren’t funny at all. The children began to laugh at me and tease me trying to wind me up.
That made me more angry, but I didn’t do anything. I turned my back and muttered to myself. The teacher looked at me and said that she thought our class was good, but no longer.
I got definitely and fully nervous. I was very angry. The bell rang.
A boy came to me and asked me something. I began to shout at him. I think he got upset.
Wrote at 14 years old age
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Once upon a time there lived a brown dog. He was very unhappy, because he felt like a chestnut. All the dogs in the neighborhood called him so, a chestnut.
Poor doggy; he decided to climb a chestnut tree. If he is a chestnut, he would live with chestnuts. Chestnuts would be his friends. No one will make fun of him any more.
When the dog climbed the tree, the chestnuts asked him:
“Hey dog, what are you doing here?”
The dog was very surprised: “These chestnuts think I am a dog. They know it better who I am.”
And he climbed down quietly.
Wrote at 9 years old age
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“Guys,” Hovik said, “on the 8th of March we are buying gifts for the girls.”
“Are you crazy? What did they buy for us? Perfume for 1000 drams,” David said. “We can go to “Elki-Palki” and eat something instead.”
“What am I hearing? We must defend the girls,” said our poet Vahag.
“Shut up dummy. Better go shave yourself.”
“So guys, bring 1000 drams.”
“1000 drams? What for? Are you crazy? We can buy flowers for them and spend the rest of the money on food.”
“You only think about your eating.”
“I am going to hit you. Look at yourself, you’re fat, who is the one thinking about eating?”
That was when David and Hovo hit each other.
“Bring 1000 drams,” said Hovik.
“Yes, the girls are worth it,” said the poet.
“Will you shut up?”
“OK, but I am going to bring only 500 dram, I’ll get a sandwich with the rest of money.”
“Mean!”
And Hovo and David started fighting again.
Wrote at 14 years old age
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