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“Me and my friend”

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“My Friend Serie”

My friend Seyran, or Serie, is a very good friend. He happens to be very inattentive during lessons. I telephone Serie when I want to know the homework.
“Hi Serie, what's up?”
“I'm O.K., what about you?”
“Well, I'm fine. What are you doing?”
“I don't know the usual.”
“Serie, can you tell me the homework for Armenian class?”
“If only I knew it...”
“So what are you going to do?”
“I don't know.
“Wait a bit; I'll phone you back as soon as I know the assignment.”
Sometimes Serie calls me.
“Hi, Lilit, how are you? Can you tell the assignment for the Armenian history class?”
“I was going to ask you the same. Well, wait for my call.”
I am offended when Serie doesn't phone even for one day.
Today we were to write a test on Armenian history but as Serie's right hand was damaged with an axe, he didn't write.
They played a sea - fought together with the teacher instead…

Lilit Hovhannisyan

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“Without Congratulations”

I had invited my friends to my birthday party. It happened so that I had an argument with one of them.
“You’d better not come to our place,” I told her.
“Yeah, but now I don’t want to come.”
“So... you don’t invite me,” she said and left offended.
Her mother comes to the school the next day.
They were talking about some thing with our teacher.
The latter came into the classroom angrily and cast her look but you have invited me, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, but now I don’t want to come”, at me.
“Lilit your birthday is on Saturday, isn’t it?”
“It is,” I answered.
“Whom have you invited?
I named those whom I had.
“Aren’t you going to invite Anna”, she asked.
“It’s all up to me; I don’t invite her because I don’t want to.”
“You are dependent on others opinion.”
“No, I am not.”
“Well, if you’re not them no one will come to your party. It anyone does so she’ll we expelled from the class. No one came to my place on Saturday. Everyone obeyed the teacher. Now, who’s dependant on others opinion, after all?

Lilit Misakyan

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“Revenge”

Buying a present turns out to be not that easy a thing. We bought perfume for our classmates last February. The boys were startled when they opened the present. They kept perfuming us during the whole day. We were very much offended, as we had expected them to thank us for the gift. On the 8th of March our boys presented us with perfumed too. It made us feel sick. We emptied it all on boys. The teachers were suffering a headache and we were about to faint that day. The boys sat down for a discussion with us. We made up our minds not to poison one another’s lives. We thought of having fun together.

Arpine Hakobyan

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“Don't lose your head”

Keeping oneself from boasting is the most difficult thing in the world. One wants others to know hat a nice person he or she is or how diligently he or she works.
Once were to write a composition in “Khabarbzik” club on them “If I did not exist”. I didn’t spare myself, I praised my own self, and I told how I helped Gurgen to avoid getting a bad mark. When the paper came out all the children distributed the copies among their friends. I abstained from doing this.

Gor Babloyan

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“Girl Talk”

“Hello, Araks.”
“Hi.”
“Have you got friends?”
“Yes, I have.”
“Who are the worst?”
“Anushik, Lala and Angela are.”
“Why don’t you like them?”
“Angela, for instance, thinks we gossip about her absence; Lala accuses us of gossiping too. She says this is because we have offended one another.
“What has caused offence?”
“Her mother was angry with me because I didn’t give Lala the hoop.”
“And why didn’t you give?”
“Because we are not friends with her.”
“Why aren’t you?”
“Because she’s a gossip.”
“What of it? I am a gossip too.”

Ani Poghosyan

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“Endless Story”

“Kno, kno...” I heard my friend crying. I put out my head.
“Are you coming out to play?” she asked.
“I don’t know, I need to ask my mother,” I answered.
“Mam, will you let me out mam?”
“What are you going to do outside in this stuffy weather?”
“Can I go, mam, we'll play there with Louizik.”
“Well, you may go, but you are to come in as soon as I call you, otherwise you'll have to sleep during the day."
When I heard this last sentence I got really annoyed. I rushed out like a rocket and descended the stairs quickly.
“Let’s play tag, Louizik”.
“Oh, no, let’s play hide-and-seek”.
“Tag, I m tired of tag. Let’s play hide-and-seek”.
“I am not playing any more, I am going home.”
“Me too, I won’t play with you after all”.
I didn’t want to go home; I had some time left and started talking of boots with pictures.
“Do you have books with pictures?”
“I have, even ten of then. One tells the story of Mickey Mouse; the other is about Donald Duck”.
“Bring those books and show them....”
We made it up somehow; though we knew we’d argue on books in a minute.

Knarik Saghatelyan

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