Gossiper (September 2002)
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“Insomnia”
The square clock rang three times… and I am still not asleep. I don't feel sleepy and I don't know what to do. Is it from the heat, or maybe I am thinking too much and as a result don't feel sleepy? Anyway, I have been lying like this for a few hours and because it is impossible to turn on the light without waking up the whole house, I am thinking and looking straight up at the ceiling. There isn’t anything that I haven’t thought about. I thought about my friend's classes today. It is not good to remain how I am, lazy and timid. That is right… Lately, my sister has been saying that I am 'burning a lot of oil'. That is to say that I am doing and saying many stupid things. But if I start being quiet and not talking very much, then... In short, my situation is very bad.
I close my eyes, but they open again. What can I do? Ok, for the last time. Let me try and count sheep. One, two, three… It is better to count them two by two, so that I will get to sleep quicker, right? Heh, I started picturing the sheep and I remembered my grandmother's village house and the sheep there. I had forgotten…
The little sleep which had come to me disappeared. It can't be this way. Let me try again. I close my eyes tightly with my fingers. I can see colorful pictures. The same kind you would see in a kaleidoscope. It is really beautiful. I don't want to sleep any more… oh no, they disappeared… the pictures disappeared. I am not going to play like this. My brain is hurting. I close my eyes again, but this time there are no pictures. This time my eyes are wet with tears… Please, at least let me sleep a little…
The square clock rang three times… and I am still not asleep. I don't feel sleepy and I don't know what to do. Is it from the heat, or maybe I am thinking too much and as a result don't feel sleepy? Anyway, I have been lying like this for a few hours and because it is impossible to turn on the light without waking up the whole house, I am thinking and looking straight up at the ceiling. There isn’t anything that I haven’t thought about. I thought about my friend's classes today. It is not good to remain how I am, lazy and timid. That is right… Lately, my sister has been saying that I am 'burning a lot of oil'. That is to say that I am doing and saying many stupid things. But if I start being quiet and not talking very much, then... In short, my situation is very bad.
I close my eyes, but they open again. What can I do? Ok, for the last time. Let me try and count sheep. One, two, three… It is better to count them two by two, so that I will get to sleep quicker, right? Heh, I started picturing the sheep and I remembered my grandmother's village house and the sheep there. I had forgotten…
The little sleep which had come to me disappeared. It can't be this way. Let me try again. I close my eyes tightly with my fingers. I can see colorful pictures. The same kind you would see in a kaleidoscope. It is really beautiful. I don't want to sleep any more… oh no, they disappeared… the pictures disappeared. I am not going to play like this. My brain is hurting. I close my eyes again, but this time there are no pictures. This time my eyes are wet with tears… Please, at least let me sleep a little…
Arpine Grigoryan
17 years old
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“The Great Combinator”
After tiring of moving the needle up and down, I decided to have a rest. I look at the finished braclet and admire it. Vay, it seems one of the beads is narrower than the others. I think of undoing the whole thing. No, how can I? I’ve spent an hour making it. Well, I'll give it to my sister as a present. I am sure she'll be a bit surprised but that'll be alright.
Here is another one. I'll give it to my friend. It is sure to go perfectly with her new dress. The blue one is the colour of another friend's eyes. I'll give one to my younger sister, she is fond of trinkets like that. I'll probably give some to my "Chat" friends.
Uh oh, I can imagine how many people will be wearing my braclets will be in some years. I'll have lots of orders. I'll not be able to manage alone, so I'll open a factory.
It's stuffy. I open my eyes and see my threads, needles and the half-completed braclet. "Well, I'll finish this another day."
I made up mind and ran up to the computer. God knows when I'll remember all this again.
After tiring of moving the needle up and down, I decided to have a rest. I look at the finished braclet and admire it. Vay, it seems one of the beads is narrower than the others. I think of undoing the whole thing. No, how can I? I’ve spent an hour making it. Well, I'll give it to my sister as a present. I am sure she'll be a bit surprised but that'll be alright.
Here is another one. I'll give it to my friend. It is sure to go perfectly with her new dress. The blue one is the colour of another friend's eyes. I'll give one to my younger sister, she is fond of trinkets like that. I'll probably give some to my "Chat" friends.
Uh oh, I can imagine how many people will be wearing my braclets will be in some years. I'll have lots of orders. I'll not be able to manage alone, so I'll open a factory.
It's stuffy. I open my eyes and see my threads, needles and the half-completed braclet. "Well, I'll finish this another day."
I made up mind and ran up to the computer. God knows when I'll remember all this again.
Evelina Grigoryan
14 years old
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“The Maniac”
I still don’t understand why my mother was angry. Mush and I just went to the end of the street with David. Just for five minutes. But two hours later, when we went back to school, my mother was already there. She was looking for us. Hovik, a friend of Mush, was walking after her like a little devil. He was eating hamburgers and talking. “Are they lost, Mrs. Ruzan? Well, that’s alright, perhaps it’s the maniac again. Have you heard about him?”
My mother stood still for a moment, looked at Hovik, who was chewing fastly. She tried to understand what he had said, but Hovik kept talking. “There is a big hole in the maniac’s neck. Poor Mush, he was a very nice boy!”
“Shut your mouth, Hovik, what maniac?”
“What do you mean? You don’t know him? If he kidnaps someone, no one can find him. You can’t find Mush and Gor. Don’t look for them anymore.”
My mother tried to get away from him, but no one can run away from Hovik.
It seemed to my mother that Hovik wasn’t talking anymore, but he was just swallowing one of his hamburgers. “Alright, Hovik, stay here and I’ll go to call Mush’s father. If they come back, tell them to wait.”
“No, they won’t be back. No one has been saved from the maniac. Our Armenian teacher is gone, too. Perhaps the maniac kidnapped them from here.”
My mother couldn’t stand still any longer.
“Be careful,” Hovik cried after her, “Maybe the maniac will ask for money. But perhaps, he won’t, maniacs don’t need any money.”
I don’t know if my mom heard the last bit of “clever” advice or not. Some minutes later my father was running to school, perhaps a little troubled. When Mush and I came back, Hovik was in the schoolyard and was eating with happy face.
“Oh, you’re back. Well, you’re late. Your mom is in the hospital now, you won’t see her again. Your father is looking for you with policemen. But he was feeling so bad, that, maybe… poor children, you’ll probably go to the orphanage now. Your grandma can’t take care of three children. Everything is so expensive now. The orphanage has its own school, you will study there. Mush, will you give me your game? They’ll take it from you in orphanage anyway. Be grateful that you are alive, while the other members of your family…”
It’s very good that my mother came back soon, or no one could write these words now. What a pleasure, we’re going home, our home.
“You were lucky this time, but when you meet the street hooligans, you won’t be able to survive.”
I still don’t understand why my mother was angry. Mush and I just went to the end of the street with David. Just for five minutes. But two hours later, when we went back to school, my mother was already there. She was looking for us. Hovik, a friend of Mush, was walking after her like a little devil. He was eating hamburgers and talking. “Are they lost, Mrs. Ruzan? Well, that’s alright, perhaps it’s the maniac again. Have you heard about him?”
My mother stood still for a moment, looked at Hovik, who was chewing fastly. She tried to understand what he had said, but Hovik kept talking. “There is a big hole in the maniac’s neck. Poor Mush, he was a very nice boy!”
“Shut your mouth, Hovik, what maniac?”
“What do you mean? You don’t know him? If he kidnaps someone, no one can find him. You can’t find Mush and Gor. Don’t look for them anymore.”
My mother tried to get away from him, but no one can run away from Hovik.
It seemed to my mother that Hovik wasn’t talking anymore, but he was just swallowing one of his hamburgers. “Alright, Hovik, stay here and I’ll go to call Mush’s father. If they come back, tell them to wait.”
“No, they won’t be back. No one has been saved from the maniac. Our Armenian teacher is gone, too. Perhaps the maniac kidnapped them from here.”
My mother couldn’t stand still any longer.
“Be careful,” Hovik cried after her, “Maybe the maniac will ask for money. But perhaps, he won’t, maniacs don’t need any money.”
I don’t know if my mom heard the last bit of “clever” advice or not. Some minutes later my father was running to school, perhaps a little troubled. When Mush and I came back, Hovik was in the schoolyard and was eating with happy face.
“Oh, you’re back. Well, you’re late. Your mom is in the hospital now, you won’t see her again. Your father is looking for you with policemen. But he was feeling so bad, that, maybe… poor children, you’ll probably go to the orphanage now. Your grandma can’t take care of three children. Everything is so expensive now. The orphanage has its own school, you will study there. Mush, will you give me your game? They’ll take it from you in orphanage anyway. Be grateful that you are alive, while the other members of your family…”
It’s very good that my mother came back soon, or no one could write these words now. What a pleasure, we’re going home, our home.
“You were lucky this time, but when you meet the street hooligans, you won’t be able to survive.”
Gor Baghdasaryan
14 years old
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“Ball,”
Hurrah, we are leaving at last. Where, you would ask. To my granny's of course. Why is she so happy about going there, you will wonder with good reason. It is because we don't have a yard where we can play. For long days we stay at home and going to granny's place is the only opportunity for us to play all kinds of games like hide-and-seek, tag or football.
We are always in a hurry when we know we are going to granny's. We call out, “Hey, mom, come on, let's go already! Romanik and I can share some chores. We'll help you around the house so we'll be able to leave sooner, mom!”
Here we are on our way to granny's, and here is our favorite yard. Wait just a minute, my friends will gather and we'll start the football match. Lena passes the ball to Romanik, and then it appears at my feet. A strong blow and the ball rolls into the yard of one of the houses. It missed the goal and, what is worse, it went into in the yard surrounded by tall stone walls. You may not believe this but it is not the most awful thing. There was no one in the house at the moment and we had no idea of how to free the poor ball from captivity.
We built a queue and started climbing the wall one by one. Nothing came out. The children went home in despair, only Romanik and I stayed. I put a large stone under my feet, stepped on it, and held Romanik high above my head so that he could climb the wall. I wasn't thinking of the possible consequences and how he would return. Suddenly I heard mom yelling in a scared voice, “Narineh, what are you doing?” My feet trembled, and both of us fell to the ground. We were happy to escape serious injury.
Then a boy nicknamed Cup freed the captive ball.
This is my story.
Hurrah, we are leaving at last. Where, you would ask. To my granny's of course. Why is she so happy about going there, you will wonder with good reason. It is because we don't have a yard where we can play. For long days we stay at home and going to granny's place is the only opportunity for us to play all kinds of games like hide-and-seek, tag or football.
We are always in a hurry when we know we are going to granny's. We call out, “Hey, mom, come on, let's go already! Romanik and I can share some chores. We'll help you around the house so we'll be able to leave sooner, mom!”
Here we are on our way to granny's, and here is our favorite yard. Wait just a minute, my friends will gather and we'll start the football match. Lena passes the ball to Romanik, and then it appears at my feet. A strong blow and the ball rolls into the yard of one of the houses. It missed the goal and, what is worse, it went into in the yard surrounded by tall stone walls. You may not believe this but it is not the most awful thing. There was no one in the house at the moment and we had no idea of how to free the poor ball from captivity.
We built a queue and started climbing the wall one by one. Nothing came out. The children went home in despair, only Romanik and I stayed. I put a large stone under my feet, stepped on it, and held Romanik high above my head so that he could climb the wall. I wasn't thinking of the possible consequences and how he would return. Suddenly I heard mom yelling in a scared voice, “Narineh, what are you doing?” My feet trembled, and both of us fell to the ground. We were happy to escape serious injury.
Then a boy nicknamed Cup freed the captive ball.
This is my story.
Narineh Daneghyan
10 years old
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“Daily Habit”
Isn't the sunset so beautiful? Suddenly, just by looking at the sky, you get all these different feelings. Admiration, and fear for tomorrow, and freshness, and joy. If I were a singer, I would definitely dedicate one song to the sunset, so that the wind would carry it for all to hear. But, unfortunately, I do not sing as I would ruin everything. Luckily, I have pen and paper which allows me to put my feelings onto paper for the reader. I could have drawn the scenery on this paper, but wouldn't it be better if you yourself would open your window, or go outside of the house and watch the sunset?
In that case, you would picture the scenery better than me. And then I would write about something else. But not today, because today I am too amazed by the sunset.
Isn't the sunset so beautiful? Suddenly, just by looking at the sky, you get all these different feelings. Admiration, and fear for tomorrow, and freshness, and joy. If I were a singer, I would definitely dedicate one song to the sunset, so that the wind would carry it for all to hear. But, unfortunately, I do not sing as I would ruin everything. Luckily, I have pen and paper which allows me to put my feelings onto paper for the reader. I could have drawn the scenery on this paper, but wouldn't it be better if you yourself would open your window, or go outside of the house and watch the sunset?
In that case, you would picture the scenery better than me. And then I would write about something else. But not today, because today I am too amazed by the sunset.
Eleonora Harutyunyan
12 years old
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“Give me some support...”
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.”
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.”
Moushegh Baghdasaryan
12 years old
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“My first camping trip”
I went camping for the first time. It was not at all interesting. We had gone to relax, but we didn't get any rest, we just became even more tired. It was raining all day, and for that reason we could not get out of our tents. Then, the mosquitos saw me and immediately started biting. My mother said that I am very tasty and that is why they were biting, but no one gave me anything tasty to eat. They said that it is raining, how can we cook food? Was that real camping?
I went camping for the first time. It was not at all interesting. We had gone to relax, but we didn't get any rest, we just became even more tired. It was raining all day, and for that reason we could not get out of our tents. Then, the mosquitos saw me and immediately started biting. My mother said that I am very tasty and that is why they were biting, but no one gave me anything tasty to eat. They said that it is raining, how can we cook food? Was that real camping?
Hovnan Baghdasaryan
7 years old
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“I am growing up”
I am fourteen-years-old and I don't want to grow up. The older I get the more responsibilities I have. I already have to face many issues without the help of an adult. Whatever was not allowed two or three years ago is now turning into a responsibility. Many children are happy with such changes, but not I. It is possible that I am selfish. I like the fact that my parents look after me. On the contrary, I do not like the thought that after a few years I have to think about how to manage my own life. But no one can stay fourteen forever, and I have no choice but to accept this fact, just like all the other young people who have lived and do live in the world.
I am fourteen-years-old and I don't want to grow up. The older I get the more responsibilities I have. I already have to face many issues without the help of an adult. Whatever was not allowed two or three years ago is now turning into a responsibility. Many children are happy with such changes, but not I. It is possible that I am selfish. I like the fact that my parents look after me. On the contrary, I do not like the thought that after a few years I have to think about how to manage my own life. But no one can stay fourteen forever, and I have no choice but to accept this fact, just like all the other young people who have lived and do live in the world.
Constantine Begidjanyan
14 years old
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“Stars in the sky”
“Hello.” There was no reply. “Hello,” repeated the voice.
At the end of the decrepit road there sat a girl in rags with a dirty face. She was watching the stars in deep concentration.
”May I sit down?”, asked the girl who had just arrived, dressed in clean clothes and with properly brushed hair.
”This is a road, not my house, so you can sit down for however long you please.”
”Come, let's be friends.”
They were both watching the stars and there was something very mystical about it. It was already getting dark. The rays of the sun were trying to strike through, but just to frighten the clouds. In this instance, the clouds won.
“Why are you looking at the sky?”
”I am waiting for the stars to come out so I can see my mother.”
”Does your mother live with the stars?”
”Yes.”
“I will come back tomorrow as well as the day after, and we will become friends.”
“I will not be here tomorrow.”
“Where will you be?”
”Maybe with my mother.”
“I want to come with you too.”
”Come. Good night,” and the girl went away.
This is dedicated to all those who see something when looking at the stars.
“Hello.” There was no reply. “Hello,” repeated the voice.
At the end of the decrepit road there sat a girl in rags with a dirty face. She was watching the stars in deep concentration.
”May I sit down?”, asked the girl who had just arrived, dressed in clean clothes and with properly brushed hair.
”This is a road, not my house, so you can sit down for however long you please.”
”Come, let's be friends.”
They were both watching the stars and there was something very mystical about it. It was already getting dark. The rays of the sun were trying to strike through, but just to frighten the clouds. In this instance, the clouds won.
“Why are you looking at the sky?”
”I am waiting for the stars to come out so I can see my mother.”
”Does your mother live with the stars?”
”Yes.”
“I will come back tomorrow as well as the day after, and we will become friends.”
“I will not be here tomorrow.”
“Where will you be?”
”Maybe with my mother.”
“I want to come with you too.”
”Come. Good night,” and the girl went away.
This is dedicated to all those who see something when looking at the stars.
Ashkhen Grigoryan
14 years old
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““Let's drink life cold”, says Moush”
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'.
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'.
Lilit Hovhannisyan
12 years old
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“Friday, Saturday, Sunday...”
It’s Monday again, and I have to go learn at school again. I don't like Mondays, because there are five long and hard days ahead of me at school. And Tuesdays, I don't like Tuesdays either, but one thing makes it better, and that is that one day has passed from the boring classes. Wednesdays are normal days for me, maybe the one day that I will not judge. And Thursdays, Thursdays are usually spent happily, because I know that the next day is a Friday, and that means the last day of classes. Therefore, there is probably no need to speak about Fridays. You can imagine my unlimited happiness that day.
Now it is Saturday's turn. I love Saturdays too. Can you tell why? OK, I will tell you this too. Because for two days no one will wake me up at 8 am. Can you imagine how long I sleep? It is already Sunday. I start feeling bad. I have to study so I will be ready for school on Monday and, of course, after two days of rest it is always hard. No, no, no, no…I hope you don't suddenly think that I don't like school. But nonetheless let's agree that the desks are not very comfortable.
It’s Monday again, and I have to go learn at school again. I don't like Mondays, because there are five long and hard days ahead of me at school. And Tuesdays, I don't like Tuesdays either, but one thing makes it better, and that is that one day has passed from the boring classes. Wednesdays are normal days for me, maybe the one day that I will not judge. And Thursdays, Thursdays are usually spent happily, because I know that the next day is a Friday, and that means the last day of classes. Therefore, there is probably no need to speak about Fridays. You can imagine my unlimited happiness that day.
Now it is Saturday's turn. I love Saturdays too. Can you tell why? OK, I will tell you this too. Because for two days no one will wake me up at 8 am. Can you imagine how long I sleep? It is already Sunday. I start feeling bad. I have to study so I will be ready for school on Monday and, of course, after two days of rest it is always hard. No, no, no, no…I hope you don't suddenly think that I don't like school. But nonetheless let's agree that the desks are not very comfortable.
Arpine Hakobyan
15 years old
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“Jinko”
I had a very clever dog named Jina. She lived in a small room and was very fond of playing with my youngest brother, who was learning to walk. Jina used to grab my brother by his clothes with her teeth and knock him down. One morning Jina didn't come out of her hole as usual. I approached it and noticed the muzzles of nine white puppies inside. I was happy and told everyone about the news. My brother called the puppies Jina babies or just Jinbas. In two months the puppies grew into big dogs and we gave them to our friends except for one without a name. My brother used to stroke the animal calling it Jinko. Jinko is five now.
I had a very clever dog named Jina. She lived in a small room and was very fond of playing with my youngest brother, who was learning to walk. Jina used to grab my brother by his clothes with her teeth and knock him down. One morning Jina didn't come out of her hole as usual. I approached it and noticed the muzzles of nine white puppies inside. I was happy and told everyone about the news. My brother called the puppies Jina babies or just Jinbas. In two months the puppies grew into big dogs and we gave them to our friends except for one without a name. My brother used to stroke the animal calling it Jinko. Jinko is five now.
Sargis Yeghiazaryan
13 years old
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“My little chair”
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.
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.
Nare Aghababyan
14 years old
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“Don't cry over spilt milk”
Time is passing by taking life with it, taking the good and bad things, and leaving only memories…
I was playing in the courtyard, running around with my friends, climbing the neighbour's apricot tree and picking the unripened fruits. Then, throwing a naughty glance towards the neighbour's entrance, I would run away with my friends, laughing loudly. We were so happy, despite the fact that we had done something bad.
Time has passed. All day there are books, and more books, classes, I cannot breathe freely. The wind blew away the curtains and I could see the courtyard… I remembered the broken door of the car, which we had taken and made into a home, I remembered that willow tree, on which we hadn't left a branch, we had broken them all off to make curtains for our little home, which were ruined by going in and out each time. I remember how my mother used to bring me home with such difficulty, but I would still escape from the balcony. Then I would be not be allowed out of the house for one week. Oh, how I wish that my mother would punish me now for that reason…
Time is passing by taking life with it, taking the good and bad things, and leaving only memories…
I was playing in the courtyard, running around with my friends, climbing the neighbour's apricot tree and picking the unripened fruits. Then, throwing a naughty glance towards the neighbour's entrance, I would run away with my friends, laughing loudly. We were so happy, despite the fact that we had done something bad.
Time has passed. All day there are books, and more books, classes, I cannot breathe freely. The wind blew away the curtains and I could see the courtyard… I remembered the broken door of the car, which we had taken and made into a home, I remembered that willow tree, on which we hadn't left a branch, we had broken them all off to make curtains for our little home, which were ruined by going in and out each time. I remember how my mother used to bring me home with such difficulty, but I would still escape from the balcony. Then I would be not be allowed out of the house for one week. Oh, how I wish that my mother would punish me now for that reason…
Ani Aghababyan
15 years old
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“About this phone tax...”
“Hello Edgar.”
”Hello Sako.”
“How are you?”
“I'm well.“
“Why weren't you at class, Sako?”
“Oh, I just didn't feel like it. Did anyone talk about me?”
“No, but we were sad.”
“What for?”
“Because we had to take an English test and you weren't there to help us.”
“So tell me how you did.”
“Oh, I did alright.”
“So, who did Vardanian hit?”
“No one yet, but it's your turn.”
“But I haven't done anything wrong.”
“That's why he'll hit you, because you haven't been to his class.”
“I will get out of it.”
“Vardanian was very angry.”
“Maybe my absence means a lot to him.”
“Ok, don't talk so much, this phone call costs by the minute.”
“If you really want to know Edgar, we do not pay for our calls.”
“Even better, let me tell you what homework we have.”
“Alright, but be quick, I'm in a hurry.”
“Ok, call later and I'll tell you.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
“Hello Edgar.”
”Hello Sako.”
“How are you?”
“I'm well.“
“Why weren't you at class, Sako?”
“Oh, I just didn't feel like it. Did anyone talk about me?”
“No, but we were sad.”
“What for?”
“Because we had to take an English test and you weren't there to help us.”
“So tell me how you did.”
“Oh, I did alright.”
“So, who did Vardanian hit?”
“No one yet, but it's your turn.”
“But I haven't done anything wrong.”
“That's why he'll hit you, because you haven't been to his class.”
“I will get out of it.”
“Vardanian was very angry.”
“Maybe my absence means a lot to him.”
“Ok, don't talk so much, this phone call costs by the minute.”
“If you really want to know Edgar, we do not pay for our calls.”
“Even better, let me tell you what homework we have.”
“Alright, but be quick, I'm in a hurry.”
“Ok, call later and I'll tell you.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
Sargis Bagratunyan
13 years old
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“Just Like This”
It is nice to lick ice cream, just like this… It is even better to close your eyes while licking the ice cream, just like this. If you want to taste it, hold it in your mouth for a minute, just like this. Now that it tastes sweet in your mouth, mix the happiest news you have heard today with the cold ice cream. Mix in your best friend’s laughter and the secret things that make you happy, just like this. And now swallow, just like this. It tastes good, doesn’t it? And if you want it to taste really nice, open your eyes, read our newsletter again, very slowly, making the happy moments last longer, just like this. It's good, isn't it?
It is nice to lick ice cream, just like this… It is even better to close your eyes while licking the ice cream, just like this. If you want to taste it, hold it in your mouth for a minute, just like this. Now that it tastes sweet in your mouth, mix the happiest news you have heard today with the cold ice cream. Mix in your best friend’s laughter and the secret things that make you happy, just like this. And now swallow, just like this. It tastes good, doesn’t it? And if you want it to taste really nice, open your eyes, read our newsletter again, very slowly, making the happy moments last longer, just like this. It's good, isn't it?
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