FATHERS’ LAND I sing this song standing, since you are the one, for whose peace one dies without hesitation, since you are the one, for whom one fights without a command, whom one names — one & only, and misses from afar, And cries from longing for you in foreign cafes, and on ships, headed...
1 Initially there was only Adam. God created him on the sixth day and Adam become the most perfect living organism. He was the best in everything- he was the fastest, the smartest, the most beautiful, and the funniest and most experienced… He was God’s favorite. One day the snake just asked him: “Why do...
We are two starry wanderers, Two wanderers in rags, That loved the sadness of our souls The dreamy yearning, the astral love, In love with sadness of our souls, Some dreamy yearning, some astral love. And we fall for illusion and dream, Where we drift and wander ceaselessly, Endlessly riding into the sun, We see...
(An excerpt from a memoir titled Lenin And Me told in a voice of a young girl growing up in Soviet Armenia in the ‘70s.) Act VIII So many of us, kids in the neighborhood, like to play in the dumpster behind the back doors and the fences of our homes. Pieces of concrete and...
Zabel Yessayan is one of the most prominent and important writers of Armenian literature of the 20th century, our greatest female writer, who is totally abandoned in Armenia and is widely unknown to the public. Her works are not included in school books, nor have they been subjected to serious academic studies, and none of...
VIOLETA BALIÁN is an Argentine author and translator born in Buenos Aires of an Armenian father and a German mother. She studied History, Archaeology/Anthropology as well as Humanities at San Francisco State University (California) and spent many years in the United States. In 2012 she published her first novel, the sci-fi thriller El expediente Glasser...
Dear Mother, Here I am in my beloved Armenia again, away from you. I know you resisted my return to the homeland mainly because you wanted me near you, so you would care for me and protect me like you always have. I have felt safe and secure in your belly, in your arms, in...
Our life changes every day. And woe to us, if we have no role in those changes. And again woe to us, if we have a role and the result is this. Woe to actors, who return home through a backdoor of life, where even the creak of the door is unchanged. Woe to journalists,...
My husband has purchased an old Zhiguli from a Yezidi young man for $400. It is white with golden velvet interior. “Fit for a lamb,” Charlie jokes as he straps Arpa, our almost two-year-old son, on the back seat. I sit next to him, so I may quickly reach for him if a need arises....
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