“Portraying a Happy Man”
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.
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.
Moushegh Baghdasaryan
13 years old
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“Knitted talk”
“Oh, Granny, how nice you've knitted!”
I have always admired her work.
“I was very small, when I began to knit,” my granny used to say. “My mother was knitting socks for the front. I was watching her and learning.”
“Granny, you were going to school, weren't you? What were you doing during the holidays?”
“When I was a student my father and brother were soldiers.”
“What were people doing during war?” I went on asking like an idiot, to which granny gave a confused smile.
Then I forgot about war and asked other questions.
“How many schools were there in your village? How many students were there in each class? Look, we are 40 in our class and ours is not the only one.”
“There was an eight-year school in our village which didn't quite look like that of yours. There were only 5-10 students in our class. Few had the opportunity to go to school. Everyone worked to help his or her family. Some never attended school; they very soon became grown-up men.”
“Where did you usually rest during the holidays?”, another stupid question of mine. I didn't then perceive what granny had meant.
“Rest? Don't talk nonsense. I either stayed at home or was in the mountains with my granny, where mother sent me.”
“Oh, granny. You have even been in the mountain… I imagine you there, putting up a tent and having fun with your friends.”
“No, I went there to my granny. Granny used to take our cattle there. And she was a generous one; she never went to the mountains alone. Granny took the village orphans with her, gave them milk and cheese. There was no place in those days, 5-6 persons used to sleep on an ottoman.”
Granny put the knitting - needles aside, heaved a sigh. It seemed her thought floated somewhere else.
“Why did you get sad, granny?” I asked in surprise. “You talk about your childhood. Why then do you get sad? Well, I need to go. We are going to the puppet show with our classmates today.”
“Go, my dear, go”, granny recollected her wits and gave a joyful smile. “Go dear, you will have some nice stories to tell to your grandchildren then. Yes, you should go.”
Granny has died long ago, and it's only now that I understand many of the things she said.
“Oh, Granny, how nice you've knitted!”
I have always admired her work.
“I was very small, when I began to knit,” my granny used to say. “My mother was knitting socks for the front. I was watching her and learning.”
“Granny, you were going to school, weren't you? What were you doing during the holidays?”
“When I was a student my father and brother were soldiers.”
“What were people doing during war?” I went on asking like an idiot, to which granny gave a confused smile.
Then I forgot about war and asked other questions.
“How many schools were there in your village? How many students were there in each class? Look, we are 40 in our class and ours is not the only one.”
“There was an eight-year school in our village which didn't quite look like that of yours. There were only 5-10 students in our class. Few had the opportunity to go to school. Everyone worked to help his or her family. Some never attended school; they very soon became grown-up men.”
“Where did you usually rest during the holidays?”, another stupid question of mine. I didn't then perceive what granny had meant.
“Rest? Don't talk nonsense. I either stayed at home or was in the mountains with my granny, where mother sent me.”
“Oh, granny. You have even been in the mountain… I imagine you there, putting up a tent and having fun with your friends.”
“No, I went there to my granny. Granny used to take our cattle there. And she was a generous one; she never went to the mountains alone. Granny took the village orphans with her, gave them milk and cheese. There was no place in those days, 5-6 persons used to sleep on an ottoman.”
Granny put the knitting - needles aside, heaved a sigh. It seemed her thought floated somewhere else.
“Why did you get sad, granny?” I asked in surprise. “You talk about your childhood. Why then do you get sad? Well, I need to go. We are going to the puppet show with our classmates today.”
“Go, my dear, go”, granny recollected her wits and gave a joyful smile. “Go dear, you will have some nice stories to tell to your grandchildren then. Yes, you should go.”
Granny has died long ago, and it's only now that I understand many of the things she said.
Naneh Sahakyan
14 years old
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“Light breath”
Everybody in the world wants to live in peace, but few people understand that peace depends on them. For example, people do evil things to one another instead of doing good ones. Countries do the same, they only think about themselves and attack each other for their welfare. Peace comes from little things: from children's joyful laughs, from the fragrance of blossoming flowers, from people's warm smiles. I often think what peace for me is, but every time different things come to my mind. At one time peace is when I have finished my lessons, at another time when I am at home with my mom and my sisters. Generally I don't even think about peace and sometimes, you know, it's the best way because you never think about things you have. When you breathe freely you don't think about sinking. I want everybody to live this way.
Everybody in the world wants to live in peace, but few people understand that peace depends on them. For example, people do evil things to one another instead of doing good ones. Countries do the same, they only think about themselves and attack each other for their welfare. Peace comes from little things: from children's joyful laughs, from the fragrance of blossoming flowers, from people's warm smiles. I often think what peace for me is, but every time different things come to my mind. At one time peace is when I have finished my lessons, at another time when I am at home with my mom and my sisters. Generally I don't even think about peace and sometimes, you know, it's the best way because you never think about things you have. When you breathe freely you don't think about sinking. I want everybody to live this way.
Mariam Manoukyan
11 years old
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