“Confusion”
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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…
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.
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.”
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.
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.
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.”
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?
Hovnan Baghdasaryan
7 years old
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“The Hero of the Day”
I was going to school one ordinary morning. Better to say one ordinary morning when we were going to school with my family I started to grumble again:
“Dad, please, can you drive faster? We are late.”
Dad did not listen to me, but when we got to the school, I pushed the door of the car open and dashed out. More exactly, I took my foot out and felt the car was still moving.
“Drive back, dad!” I shouted.
And they compare me with Jelsomino, if you want to imagine how loud I can shout. My voice was so loud that even the adjacent cars pulled down. Dad was pale with fear.
Then I got out of the car as calmly as if nothing had happened and ran to the school. My shoe was only left under the wheel of the car, but the foot soon stopped aching. I entered the class festively limping.
“Why are you limping?” the teacher asked.
Oh, at last…
“The car passed over my foot,” I replied with a seriousness proper to a hero and took my seat limping, but with dignity.
“How did it happen, is it aching”, asked the teacher in such a troubled voice that I started to feel sorry for having accentuated the whole happening so that to impress the teacher.
“It aches, but little.”
My classmates looked at me with envy. They would give everything in the world to be in my favourable condition. It is easy: break your foot, head, or, no, better your right hand- you are in cast while everybody else is busy writing tests. It is good to sit this way, to look far and think of heroic feats.
You are the hero of the day…
I don’t get hurt from those you envy me, because I have envied others myself.
Gor Baghdasaryan
12 years old
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“The Bean Tree”
I was five when this happened. I suggested to my brother, “Gor let’s grow beans.”
“Let’s do it.”
We asked mom for advice on how to grow beans.
“First you need a pot.”
“Why? To water the tree?”
“Oh, no dear, just to put the seed in.”
“We are living in a flat, we do not have land,” added father.
So we took sour cream pots, put some soil in it and poured water on each seed. Mom and dad tried to put the muddy sour cream pots on the windowsill.
“So, you are finished. Let’s go to the dining room. We will wait and see when the shoots will appear.”
“The shoots, the beans have given shots!!!” I told dad.
“Not shots, but shoots”, said Gor in a mystical voice.
But our seeds had given neither shots, nor shoots. I was in mud, my hand, my feet, everything was soiled for I had dug out the seed to show to dad and Gor.
“The time for these seeds hasn’t still come,” said dad and planted them again.
At night Gor had dug the soil with a pencil, but the shoots would not grow.
“We will rather give shoots than these seeds. There is soil and water everywhere around. Take the seeds to the garden,” complained mom. So we did. We would admire our work every evening.
One day I saw someone cultivating our beans, I suppose this person even had a good harvest, could sell it at a high price and get rich. He did not even remember about us.
Moushegh Baghdasaryan
10 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.
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.
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'.
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.
Arpine Hakobyan
15 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.
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…
Ani Aghababyan
15 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?
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“The Tidy”
It was a usual evening. We were sitting in the dinning room and my parents started talking about a business trip. But then I was reading about a book about a sleuth and a murderer and did not listen to what they said. Mom does not like travelling but she is good at packing; she needs some twenty minutes to pack all the necessary things. Dad is different. He always takes the most important things with him, even when he goes to work. He has everything for every kind of occasion. When my parents are not able to find something they turn to me:
“Cot, where is the shoe brush?”
“I know for sure that I have not used it, but it is in my shelf,”
exclaimed mom when looking for her comb under my bed.
“I have not taken it, mom.”
“Then, explain me, please, why is it in your room?”
Of course, I cannot explain this, I thought to myself. The worst thing was that I woke up every night and could not understand what my parents were looking for, so that I could find it myself and put it on its proper place. But once I found father’s belt, which had become a cat training leash. As for mom’s comb, I had combed my friend’s dog with it. I could not just find anything better then. It is really impossible to find my dad’s handkerchiefs because they are in very unusual places. I found three handkerchiefs, but when I took them to father he shouted at me:
“Do you think these dust cleaners are my handkerchiefs?”
The handkerchiefs really looked like dusters because they had been lying under dad’s bed for a long time. I cannot say that everything shines in our flat but my mother puts everything in order. I don’t let mother clean my room because I fail to find anything later. I myself manage to clean my room only twice a year, staffing everything under my bed.
At last my parents left. A week is not such along a period but I miss them.
When I was seeing mom off I told her:
“Mom, you are so beautiful, your hair look better this way, don’t comb them any more.”
I had washed the comb by then already but who knows…
I like when everything is ordered. I am attentive and tidy about my classes, clothes, computer, cat and writings. And only my room disturbs the whole harmony.
Constantine Begidjanyan
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“The poor hungry girl”
The bell rang and the teacher entered the classroom. She was about to start the class when she noticed Anahit with her head bent down to the desk. She wouldn’t raise it. The teacher came up to her and asked:
“What’s wrong? Do you feel bad?”
“I feel sick, very sick.”
This poor girl must be starving, I suppose, she hasn’t eaten anything, the teacher thought.
“Take this money, you should eat. Go right to the cafeteria. I’ll make sure that you have eaten something.”
Anahit went to the cafeteria. She was smiling when she came back.
“And what had you eaten in the evening, Anahit?” the teacher asked.
“Barbecue, dolma, candies and sweets.”
“Who made all this food for you?”
“My mom did. We had guests on the occasion of my dad’s new Mercedes.”
Sargis Yeghiazaryan
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“Behind the Door”
My sister and I were playing a computer game. Suddenly she said, “Oh, I am tired, I am going to have a rest.” She stepped to the door. “Look, it wouldn’t open.”
“I have told you millions of times, you just need to pull it harder,” I said.
But the door would not open, which was surprising. It was surprising for me but I was happy at the same time, because I could play longer. But this wouldn’t be fair and I asked mom:
“Mom, can you open the door?”
“Do you mean the door would not open?”
“Yeah, I think there is something wrong with the lock.”
“Wait a minute, I will be back now.”
“I am coming…”
“Mom, let’s unscrew the knob and see what’s wrong.”
We could not manage to fix the lock and called dad.
“Oh goodness, I thought you knew I am very busy.”
We told dad we were imprisoned in the room. This made dad change his decision and he told us he would be home in half an hour. I continued to play my game. Then dad came and tried to set us free. I could not wait any longer and suggested breaking the door, especially since I had so long dreamt about this.
When the door was open I dashed right to the toilet, crying to myself:
“Freedom, freedom . . . oh, darling you better hurry up . . ..”
Gevorg Mantashyan
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“The Calming Cucumber”
I am alone today. Our movie channel shows only black and white and without sound. I tried to fix it, I thought I could. But I finally took everything apart. I tried to do something, but all in vain. And I started crying, which I hardly ever do. I remembered my mother’s words: I have spent so much time making these channels work. And now, she was to repair the whole staff again. I cried for a long time, being unable to control myself, I switched the TV set off and then turned it on in hope of a miracle. But things wouldn’t change and I kept on getting nervous. There was a cucumber on the table. I ate it and calmed down immediately. I don’t know; either the cucumber was calming, or I wanted to eat one.
Lilit Hovhannisyan
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“The Tree”
I went out to play after my homework was done. I called my friends.
“Vardan, bring your ball.”
“I have none, let Khcho bring his.”
“Don’t you remember? Mine is deflated.”
“Gevorg, you bring yours.”
“If I go, I will not come back any more. My parents will not let me out. Let’s plant a tree.”
Gevorg gave two seeds. We planted both.
“These will turn into large, tall trees in the summer,” Gevorg said.
“Good,” Vardan said, “there will be many pears on the trees and I will eat all them up.”
“No, there will be no pears, just plums,” said Khachik, “I know none of you loves plums and I will eat all of them.”
“Don’t quarrel, something will grow after all. I would prefer different fruits on different branches: apples, pears, peaches, even plums.”
We watered the seeds until the evening. We wanted to see the shoots, but our parents told us to come home at ten at night and so we could not see anything.
Gor Babloyan
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“The Well Planned Day”
My homework is the most difficult thing for me in this world. I come home from school, relax, watch TV, listen to music, but mom tells me to pass on to my assignments. I always try to win time saying: “Mom, I’ll do it now” until night comes. At night I watch films on TV. Losing hope to convince me to do the homework, mom tunes the TV set to her favorite and a detestable-for-me episode. That makes me leave for my room, understanding that I will not be able to watch the film.
Every day I convince myself to come home from school, have rest and start doing my homework immediately, but this is not realistic at all. It is hard to fight the TV-addiction.
Oh, yes, I forgot the most important thing, my phone, to which I am addicted as much as to the TV-set. I talk half of the day and hardly manage to be through with my lessons by midnight.
Arpine Hakobyan
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“My Story of Lamentation”
I spoke with my friends recently. One of them said that her parent’s didn’t understand her. But I said that in our home there are no problems like that. But I was wrong.
The next day my mom told me that I was getting bad marks. “From now on, you will not watch TV for more than two hours a day, and you will have no more than half an hour on the computer.”
I resisted as best as I could, but mom got angrier.
“Oh, you are stubborn.”
I cried and my mother changed her opinion a bit.
“Okay, write down your wishes.”
I had an opportunity to tell my wishes and after mentioning some of the clothes that I would like to have, I passed on to more serious items:
“Every day for three hours I can watch TV. On Wednesday evenings and on the weekends I have unlimited time of computer games, the Internet, and computer programs, scientific books. Most importantly, I would like to be given the right to justify myself in quarrels.”
My mother was critical of everything. TV-watching time was reduced to one hour and a half. I could play the computer for one hour only on Wednesdays. The Internet was allowed two months later, but scientific literature during the summer holidays. As for protecting myself, I always had it but to put it mildly, it is very doubtful. After a fight with my sister they always blamed and punished me. I stood disappointed and my sister was well armed.
“If you don’t give me what I want, I’ll tell mom that you watch too much TV…”
Don’t ask me anything or else I really will cry.”
Arpine Grigoryan
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“Football passions”
It takes me much time to get to school: from Norki Zangvats to Yeritasardakan metro station. I take books from Khnko-Aper library, attend music classes. My mom says I spend much more time outside than at home. That is why my parents give me hundred drams to buy something to eat. When I am not hungry, I collect money and buy a football newspaper at the end of the week. I forgot to tell you that I am mad about football and do not miss a game on TV. As for international matches, they just cannot pull me away from TV under any threat, even if these matches start at midnight. Some days ago mom found some savings in my pocket. First she thought of something bad but when I explained her everything, she both calmed down and got annoyed. “You do understand that your health is the most important thing for me,” she said. “You may faint in the street if you do not eat, you may feel dizzy.” Maybe mom is right but I will rather faint from the lack of football news than from hunger. Were the Armenian football newsletters cheaper, I would faint neither from the lack of information, nor from hunger.
Narek Margaryan
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“The Bridegroom”
My granny had come from village. She was going from one room to another, enjoying every new thing in our flat. She finally came to my room: “Let me see what has been changes in Ani’s room,” she said and stopped in surprise, “Who’s that guy whose picture you have hung over your head?”
Mom replied for me from the kitchen, having heard what we had been talking about:
“She will draw us mad some day. She is always thinking about this guy, watching his photos. I wish she did something useful instead. She is graduating from school this year and needs to study hard. She is doing senseless staff like collecting photos, sticking them on the walls.”
Granny fell on her knees.
“Doesn’t your father know that you are mad about boys? Does he know who this boy and his parents are? Invite them to our place till I am here… I want to know them… ”
But this I could not really do. Do you think Leonardo di Caprio would come to my place?
Ani Vardanyan
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“Cat Master”
I have always dreamt of keeping pets, especially dogs and cats and one day mom brought a little kitty in. We could hardly see its brown eyes but its claws were long enough to scratch us all. We were very happy and started quarrelling as for how long a day each of us could spend with the kitty. Mom asked us to let the youngest brother be the first. Each of us was allowed to play with the cat for about ten minutes. But ten minutes was a short time for the youngest brother and he would come and seize the kitty as we were playing with it. He usually pulled the kitty’s tail when he could find no other way to attract its attention.
Then mom put the kitty in a box.
“Now you will stop teasing the poor animal. You can sit by this box and stroke the pussy.”
But my brother could not agree with this kind of requirement and just sat on the pussy putting his hand on its head.
Mom could hardly save the animal. In the morning she found other people for the kitty.
“The kitty better lives with other people than dies,” mom said when she came back.
Lilit Manukyan
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“Our Yard”
We better not speak about yard, because it makes me angry. Now I will explain you why.
When we start playing the neighbour from the fourth floor always screams at us at the top of her lungs.
“Leave this place immediately. Go to play near your entrance.”
We have nothing else to do but leave the place and go to play in front of another entrance. In here lives Miss Olya who is suffering from terrible headaches.
“Stop that! My head is breaking.” And she pours a pail of water on us. Wet and insulted, we head for the next entrance. There is a child sleeping. Now can you tell us how to spend our holidays? Shall we be sitting at home all the time?
Gohar Hadjinyan
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“Cartoon Programs”
Some months ago I thought that it would be better if new TV channels appeared and new kids’ TV programs were created. But I turned out to be wrong. Every time after watching children’s TV programs I throw away the remote control. And after every time my father reprimands me to repair it. Though kids’ TV programs have grown in number, all of them are alike in a sense. I’ll try to tell you about one of them and you will understand for yourself my point.
“Hello, dear TV watchers,” they say as usual. After it they kind of try to tell a joke.
“Children, do you know what we have prepared for you? Oh, of course you don’t, because you don’t even know our names . . .” And here the reporter begins to laugh; he thinks that he has a great sense of humour. Then he tells about the program.
“Today we’ll show you the interview with Hovik and his dog. A report about popcorn and of course—a cartoon!”
The reporter begins the interview, but he doesn’t know what to ask, so he asks Hovik’s name (for the seventh time). The cameraman shows Hovik’s legs, so you can’t understand if “Hovik” is his name or the name of his company.
Then they show a report about popcorn. I think the cameraman was drunk because the camera was shaking.
The popcorn vender was telling how to make popcorn and the operator was still showing people’s legs.
At last the cartoon began. But the dubbers’ voices were so scary that I lost any wish to watch it. I don’t want to tell you the name of the program because all of them are like that. All I want to say is that they should ask our opinion about their programs—well, at least sometimes.
Constantine Begidjanyan
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Sometimes it is difficult and unbearable, sometimes pleasant and joyful to live in this world. I have to get up early to go to school. I feel like sleeping and it is quite difficult to pull me out of my bed. Sometimes I have to do my homework but again I force myself into doing it. I am sure that there is a kind of injustice in all this; children are given greater part of concerns than grown ups and life is just a game for the latter. When summer comes, I usually go to Lake Sevan, I swim and get tanned in the sun there; meanwhile my parents have often much work to do and little time to have a rest. So the world is not that bad after all and children are the happiest beings.
Gor Baghdasaryan
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“I like it, man…”
My mother and sister are in the country house. Dad and me are alone at home. I still have my studies and dad is getting prepared for a concert. Then we can leave too. Everything is excellent and we are enjoying our time, except for one thing: mom’s presence in the kitchen. Today dad made the usual omelet…
“Yeah I like this omelet, man,” said dad looking at my sullen face.
Then he emptied the rest into the rubbish.
“But we have not had breakfast yet, dad,” I said.
“There was a fly in my plate,” replied dad sadly. It was funny.
We will be leaving for the country house today, no postponing.
David Martirosyan
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“Our Garden”
I don’t want to leave for anywhere this summer. I will stay at home and will spend all my time in our garden. It is a beautiful place year round: in the spring it is nice to read book under a nut tree and enjoy the fragrance of the first flowers. In the summer there is ripe fruit everywhere: mulberry, plum, apricot, fig, cherry and strawberry.
In the spring I planted a seed of bean on a wet cotton piece. When it gave shoots, I removed it to the garden. Now there are tiny beans on the shoots already. In the summer I like standing under a mulberry tree on windy days and it seems like the sky is pouring ripe mulberries.
In the autumn I like walking on the leaves and listen to their rustling. I can also see Mount Masis from our garden.
In the winter it is all white and very beautiful. My brother and I make snowmen and play snowballs.
I never get bored in our garden be it spring, summer, autumn or winter.
Ashkhen Grigoryan
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“My shoe”
We have a small piece of land, which I like a lot. I used to play there with my sister as a child. When I go there I always eat strawberry. Once my cousin was also there. We played a game. We were hiding our shoes in the sand and then trying to find them. We hid one of the shoes so deep that were not able to find it later. My brother had forgotten the place he had hidden the shoe. I stood barefoot. Years later the wind blew the sand away and we found my shoe. Now it is there, by the gate. It is small for me now since I have grown older...
Years have passed and this shoe and our memories remind us of the happy time we had.
Lilit Hovhannisyan
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“Elevator Traveling”
The wardrobe in our house is my most loved place in the world. When playing hide-and-seek you are welcome to hide there, for you will remain unnoticed. One more secret: this is not an ordinary wardrobe, it is also an elevator. If you want to go to the millionth floor just enter the wardrobe and scream:
“Wardrobe-elevator take me to the millionth floor!”
You may not believe this but it is a real elevator for us.
Lusine Hakobyan
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“Once in the yard”
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…
Nare Aghababyan
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“My kitties and me”
I have always dreamt to keep kitties. Once I found a little fluffy pussy in the yard. It had lost its mother. It was a new-born baby and could hardly be elder than a week. I liked the pussy very much but because it would be difficult to keep such a small one, I came home, leaving the kitten out. A few weeks later I saw a kitten coming from behind my mom. It was the kitty. It was ill. We cured it and left it stay in our yard. Keeping a kitty is very easy but I would better tell you about this later, I am tired, besides there is no more place left on my sheet.
Tsovinar Talyan
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