NewsPaper > Authors

Nare Galstyan's Stories

• “Lost Dreams” (Animals and Us)
• “If I didn't exist...” (If I didn't exist...)
• “Piggy” (Table Tales)

Nare Galstyan's Page

“Lost Dreams” (Animals and Us)

There was a kitten in my grandmother’s yard. I liked the kitten very much. I pet it and fed it whenever I went to my granny’s place. I used to cover it with a woolen cloth when it rained. I asked my mother if I could bring the kitten to keep it at home but my father wouldn’t allow it. He used to say:
“We are not few in number. There is no place for a cat. Can you imagine us keeping a cat in this tiny flat?”
Finally, though, my father gave up. I was very glad to know I was going to have a cat the following week.
We visited granny. I went out to the yard. There was no cat there.
“Pussy, pussy… hey, pussy…”
There was no answer. I asked my granny:
“Where is the kitten, where has it gone?”
“They took it away.”
The kitten was gone, my dreams were gone too.

“If I didn't exist...” (If I didn't exist...)

If I didn't exist, my mother would only have had one child and would only have lost her temper with Narek. Poor Narek. It's good that I exist. If I didn't exist, my mother wouldn't have helped our classroom, and for us to write and win an ecology project. No, it's good, that I exist.

“Piggy” (Table Tales)

It was the eve of the feast. Animals were discussing who would appear on the feast table. The calf with a bell was really proud.

“I have been eating the grass of the Alpine fields and will be the pride of the table. The mistress will make many dishes of me.”

The cackling hen was praising her meat and eggs free of dioxin.

The hare and the turkey were as much conceited.

And only the piggy lay grunting in the mud, surrounded with her babies.

The feast began. The pork dish was in the middle of the table. Children were pointing at the piggy`s head happily. The piggy, stuffed with pomegranate seeds and greens started talking:

“More boast, less roast! What happened to the hare and turkey? People have eaten them already, and me, I am so beautiful that people will long admire me before cutting me into pieces. ”

Wrote at 10 years old age