Two Times from Talish

In 1992 some news arrived to the village, that the residents must be evacuated. They already knew in the village what had happened to ...

Anna

Why Anna? I had decided right from the beginning. We both had a distant respect and trust for each other, but Anna asked for some t...

An Actor at the Theater, Everything Else Out of It...

Working out of the theater for the actors preferring the stage is a hard, but the only way of earning some money in Armenia. The reh...

Drivers and rights do not know each other

In Soviet year being a driver was a precise path of having everything one day. Today those people work as drivers, who haven't f...

On One Foot – Above

There are very few construction squares in Armenia, where a regular, not inspectional visit will find a construction worker working i...

The Silent Spring of Vaghatin

In once prosperous, now emptying Vaghatin there live 700 people, among them Sevada Grigoryan with his two children Zareh and Nareh, an...

Stereotypes? Ո’չ։

There are many people around us, who do not live the life they want, they just survive becoming the victims of different stereotypes. ...

Tatevik

“There is nothing impossible, there is just a simple solution to a problem or a difficult one: sometimes it’s better to choo...

Inner Borders: Zovashen

The villages of Armenia can be usual and border villages. Usual villages, though, often outline inner borders. Those are the last vill...

Yaghdan: The last Greeks

In the end of the 18th century with the rising wave of industrialization the copper mines of Alaverdi (founded in 1770) in Lor...

Sona

I think I am not strong at all. I have passed through hard things, but when I compare, I see that I have had a very soft life ...

It was exactly Vera that I lacked

“I understood that Armenia is mine, I am authentic here, I don’t play.” Vera Gavrilyuk was born in 1976 in Russia’s city of Kal...

Satenik

October, November, December, January, March, yes? It is the sixth month this is my new life and I don’t see it in time, but it i...

Letters from the Rose Garden

THE WOUND OF GYULISTAN: Memory “Our house was at the edge of the road. One day I came out and saw people walking down the road to t...

Zoya

Shatjrek is one of the villages of Gegharkunik marz. Before the Artsakh war it was an Azerbaijani village named Koshabulagh (two sprin...