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Rima Tofanyan's Stories

• “A banned fruit” (Love Stories)
• “About Myself” (About Me)
• “I’m not Scared Anymore” (It was then I realized I grew older)
• “Praise to Peace” (Youth & Peace)
• “Jenny” (Stories About Spring)
• “Had better missed the school” (People don't understand me)
• untitled (Concerns)
• untitled (Stories About Spring)

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“A banned fruit” (Love Stories)

This is the first year that I fell in love, because my mother had forbidden me to fell in love till this year. To tell the truth she has forbidden me to fell in love until I become a grown-up girl, but I couldn’t take it any more and fell in love. It lasts only one semester, because he went to another school. The rest of the boys were smoking and probably drinking alcohol too.

Wrote at 12 years old age

“About Myself” (About Me)

I am Rima. I don't like my name and always change it when play some game with my sister. To tell the truth I don't have a best loved name as I always get disappointed when I learn we have an old relative with the name. I seem to be tired of everything in the world. I like telling lies very much especially if this refers to my school studies. One day I remember mother asking my mark book to check my lessons. Unfortunately, I was not ready; I had no willingness to answer the lessons and started lying thus:
“What is the assignment for the Armenian History?”
“The teacher hasn't changed the old assignment, mom.”
“Call your friends, ask them what has been assigned. I will listen on the next phone.”
I brought the second telephone scared to be caught red-handed and suddenly remembered Mariam was out. I called her.
“Hello, can I talk to Mariam?”
“Mariam is out.”
“Mom, Mariam is out, I don't have anyone else's phone number. But, please, believe me. There is no new assignment for tomorrow. ”
“OK, bring your physics. I want to listen you telling me your physics lesson.”
I told her the old lesson which I knew very well. So I was saved. I was lucky I had no other lessons mother could ask me except literature which she didn't like to listen to. Otherwise I would be in a great trouble.
I don't like others, especially my friends, lying to me. I like chewing gum but I don't like when they do it noisily, just under my ear. I like going to school but I hate studying.
This is all I can tell you about myself. Judge yourself whether I am good or bad.

Wrote at 13 years old age

“I’m not Scared Anymore” (It was then I realized I grew older)

I used to go to bed late at night. I watched TV until three o'clock in the morning. I was especially fond of horror films. One night I was watching “Scary Movie 3”. The film ended rather vaguely and terrifying faces were haunting me all through the night. I couldn't sleep. I held my sister's hand tightly and only then was able to close my eyes. In the morning I saw a bruise on my sister's wrist. See, how tightly I had held it? Sister asked mom to move her bed away from mine after this incident.

I haven't watched horror films since then. Even if I do watch one, I do it at noon . Besides, horror movies do not scare me any more.

I have grown older.

Wrote at 13 years old age

“Praise to Peace” (Youth & Peace)

It was the blue cloudless sky, which came first, then the burning sun and stone, much stone. Then nature gave birth to mountains covered with snow, mountains, high and lofty. People born to toil and create have then occupied this land. Those were born and passed into eternity, so we have and will be. I think peace has been the greatest desire of our people. This is what they need to live and create. When I look at our temples and manuscripts, I think of all that could have been created by the Armenian people in the absence of all the wars.
Let peace float all over the world and pigeons fly up in the blue sky. Let the sun shine over the heads of all the kids and hold them in its warm embrace.

Wrote at 13 years old age

“Jenny” (Stories About Spring)

The winter wouldn't end, it seemed, although it was spring outside. Some dogs were running in the yard. I went out and said, “Look at what I brought for you, Jenny.” One of the dogs ran up to me and I repeated what I said to her again, "Look at what I brought for you, Jenny." Then I gave Jenny a piece of bread. Jenny was so thirsty that she didn’t eat the bread. She made me understand that she wanted water by going over to her empty water bowl. I gave Jenny water. When she drank the water she ate the bread too. I brought a blanket for Jenny and placed it on the ground. She made herself comfortable on it and then fell asleep at once. I went home and fell asleep too. In my dream I saw that Jenny was living in my house and was playing with me.
When I went to school in the morning Jenny was still sleeping on my blanket. All day at school I was thinking about Jenny. I was impatiently waiting to play with Jenny.
It was a warm weather outside so I thought that Jenny would not be cold any more.

Wrote at 12 years old age

“Had better missed the school” (People don't understand me)

I came home from school, had lunch and began my lessons.
I opened my diary and realized that I had a lot of work to do.
Ten math exercises, two biology lessons, each of which was three pages long, history, seven English exercises, including learning a poem by heart and a recital.
I put my diary away and asked my mother:
“Mum, I have so much homework; please can I miss school tomorrow?”
“What lessons do you have?”
“Plenty of math, two biology lessons, seven English exercises and a poem by heart. Please, can I skip lessons tomorrow?”
“No, you cannot. Go and do your homework; I will check it later.”
Persuading my mother is difficult. I went to my room and pretended to do my work until midnight. I thought she would be asleep by this point, so I quietly came out of my room. But, as luck would have it, my mother was sitting in the chair waiting for me.
Since I had only completed half of my work, we sat up for more than two hours. I did learn my lessons, but since I overslept, I didn't go to school the next day. My efforts were completely in vain!

Wrote at 13 years old age

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“Rim, wake up. You’ve got to go to school.”
This is how my day begins. Who said that lessons must begin early in the morning?
Every morning while I am waking up I am thinking of the same thing. Then I fall asleep again.
“Rim, it’s half past eight already.”
OK, let the classes start early in the morning, but why, why should we be staying at school for six hours. Was that too difficult for the clock inventor to make the night hours pass more slowly than the morning hours? Or let the classes finish earlier! Every day I go to school, spend almost two hours to learn my lessons to get an excellent mark, study twenty-four hours to get a good mark from math and who is this all for?
“Rim it’s eight forty!”
When I heard that I had overslept some forty minutes, I felt happy. I had to wake up in any case but I was happy.

Wrote at 13 years old age

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“Rim, when will the bell ring?”
“In five minutes.”
“So, stay after classes and we’ll go to buy presents for the teachers.”
“OK.”
Some of my classmates and I went to chose presents. We had already decided which shop we would go. On our way we saw the boys from our class, but we didn’t approach them. They were also going to buy presents for the 8th of March from the same shop. I wanted to know very much what they were going to buy for us, but I couldn’t know.

Wrote at 14 years old age