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Nare Aghababyan's Stories

• “My little chair” (Confusion)
• “The tablecloth who liked grumbling” (Table Tales)
• “Once in the yard” (Confusion)

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“My little chair” (Confusion)

When I was little, I had a white chair. The chair was then so big that I could not get on it by myself. But a few years later, I noticed that my big chair had gotten smaller and I could not sit on it with my entire body. My friend and I were playing together when I told her with surprise how my big chair had all of a sudden gotten smaller. My friend said that maybe there was a ghost in our house. The next day, she told me with fear that her chair and her bed had also both gotten smaller, and that she thought there was definitely a ghost in their house. When we grew up, we would always laugh remembering that story. Over the years, our furniture got smaller as we got older.

Wrote at 14 years old age

“The tablecloth who liked grumbling” (Table Tales)

Once upon a time there lived a beautiful and strange tablecloth. She was so strange that she never let to put food on her?

“What a shame! Who has put this slimy hen on my beautiful flowers?” she cried, “I have told you I can’t stand the smell of hen. Now, what did you come to? Soon I will be all in oil spots.”

But nobody listened to her; furthermore, they brought more plates full of food.

“Now they’ll put soup on me. Oh, and I will get wrinkled,” the tablecloth yelled with such a force that the dishes fell down.

…“Ma, this tablecloth is very dirty. We better change it,” said the children.

“Really, so many spots”, said the mother and put the tablecloth away.

Soon the guests gathered and the party began. And only the dirty selfish tablecloth lay unhappily at the bottom of the basket together with other items to be washed.

Wrote at 11 years old age

“Once in the yard” (Confusion)

One day I came back home from school, did my lessons and went out to play. It was a sunny day, good enough to play with the ball. But there was no one in the yard to play with. I had to return home to call my friends. I was trying to call but the phone would not work. There was only one thing left for me to do, which I desperately did. I came out to the middle of the yard and started crying out my friends’ names. This would not work too. I went to knock at their doors. To tell you the truth, I don’t quite like doing this. My mom does not like this too and she has forbidden me going to everyone’s places. What can man do in the name of friendship? I started visiting each guy’s place. One was out, another was busy doing the lessons, the third was dining. I headed for home in despair. I could engage myself by solving puzzles or crosswords, but I am sick and tired of this stuff. I could play cards with my sister but alas, she would be busy doing her assignments. I could do my lessons for other days, but I have one of the unique possibilities to enjoy my free time and I refuse sticking to books and copy-books. I could watch TV but there are so many channels that I get bored from switching from one to another for hours. I could paint but I have left my paints at dad’s studio and he is not in the city now. I better stay in the yard and play, but what? While I was busy thinking over what to do my friends came. Now I know what to do when you are alone… You can think over what to do and time will pass quickly…