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...
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...
Natural Preservation War
The tunnel connecting Yerevan to Dilijan is a unique gate of nature. After the tunnel our eyes, which are used to concrete and traffic...
Vovka the Hedgehog in the Fog
In October of 1993 the tractor driver of the village Khanjyan Vovka - Vladimir Gevorgyan - (until now everyone calls him Vovka in the ...
The Bride from the North
Natalya was born in 1954 in Russia - in the city Chelyabinsk - in the family of a military man. Her mother was a pharmacist and she ...
30 years 1 month 5 days later
30 years and 1 month after the earthquake, I visited Spitak, the White City. It was quiet around, perhaps because of the layers of win...
Indian flavor
Years ago one would meet citizens of India more frequently at “Shrjanayin”, near the Medical University. Medical education is more aff...
Hitch-hiking to Spitak
When I was passing by car through the village Rya Taza, a boy was standing with a raised hand without extra emotions if the car ...
Days Lived
I first met Amalya in the spring of 2018 in Vanadzor. The occasion for our meeting was the search for a protagonist for my photo story...
Addiction called Armenia
I took my first trip to Armenia ten years ago. To this day I recall the night taxi ride and the driver so sleepy at the wheel that he ...
Being
The heroes of this project have begun their revolution long ago, with their values, their rules, and plans of their lives. They all ma...
The Last Bey
Who was Udi? The Robin Hood of our time, who loved Yesenin, listened to Beethoven, and dreamed of a “golden city” where honest people ...