Ester Sahakyan

Hello, I’m Ester. It is very difficult to tell about me, because usually other people talk about me: they either praise me or get angry with me, but let me tell you what I think about me . . .
I was born under the sign of the monkey. And consequently I like bananas. Being a monkey, I want to jump on to the trees, but everybody says that I’m clumsy. Maybe they are clumsy monkeys too. When I was a baby I was afraid of the moon. That’s why I either held my mother’s hand or asked her to hold me in her arms during the evening walks. I’m a little fragile and often want to cry.
If I tell you something, you may think that I’m jealous, but no, just listen to me. My classes start late, that’s why I return home at 18:00 o’clock. I come home and see my sister doing her lessons. Immediately I put my bag on the table and without washing my hands, taking off my dress, and having supper, I start doing my lessons, lest my sister finishes her lessons earlier than me. For example, do you know about my coming to Manana? I saw that Nane was going there and decided to go myself, not knowing where I was going.
Let me talk a little about my school life. I want to start with this: one of our boys’ mother told my mom that all of the boys were afraid of me. Please don’t think I am an ugly witch. For example, when I saw my knight being teased by his classmates I began to cry. Would a witch cry?
Well, I don’t like opening my heart fully. I told these things because I really don’t want you to imagine me as a witch only because our boys are afraid of me. My classmates even call me a philosopher because I speak a lot, sometimes even more than I should. And my teacher gives me excellent marks so that I stop talking.
I should also add that I am mad about fashion, which my mother thinks is a drawback. She tries to explain to me that all things are in vain, but I don’t listen to her.

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