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Elda Grin | Hands

Elda Grin | Hands

When I was just married my mother-in-law wondered and complained all the time: “Your hands are so gentle and small!” She even showed the gloves I had been wearing before my marriage to our entire neighborhood. “Look at these gloves! They’re like a doll’s. How will these hands work?” The neighbor women were examining the...
Khoren Gasparyan | A scar upon the left profile (Borges and I)

Khoren Gasparyan | A scar upon the left profile (Borges and I)

A scar upon the left profile of man can also be upon the right profile. Jorge Luis Borges The epigraph that I borrowed from Borges is not taken from his compositions. He said those words in a dream. In my dream. Said it to me. I don’t remember details. The dream was in 2002, I...
Garun Aghajanyan | Non-orgasm

Garun Aghajanyan | Non-orgasm

Their family was somewhat artistic. He was an elegant young man, with a thin moustache. He came to ask for Zabel’s hand. Everything turned out to be casual and rather absurd. First Manvel had fallen in love with her older sister, the neighbor’s widow. She rejected his dogged overtures, saying: “You’re wasting your time. Why...
Norayr Adalyan | Determined To Kill

Norayr Adalyan | Determined To Kill

He firmly made up his mind to kill his wife’s back-door man, whom he had never met and had no hopes to ever meet. There were a lot more men in Davayatagh than women; in fact, there were several men per one woman. So, which of them was him…? Men, like famished mangy dogs, would...
Diana Hambardzumyan | The jackass that had been to Jerusalem forty times

Diana Hambardzumyan | The jackass that had been to Jerusalem forty times

Maral’s plump bottom and nipples peeking out of her bra had the eyeballs of men pop out of their sockets and glue them to the neighboring reaches of her body. Like a gun for hire pursuing a victim vanishing from one corner of a wall to another, Maral, inconspicuous to everyone else, would get angry,...
Levon Khechoyan | The Earth Shuddered

Levon Khechoyan | The Earth Shuddered

They forbade us to enter the church with weapons. Free candles were passed out to us, for the salvation of our souls. We lit the candles inside the church, leaving our weapons outside. Then we took their villages with meteoric rapidity. We approached the town; the town also fell. We went in and out, running...
Lilit Karapetyan | Composition 33

Lilit Karapetyan | Composition 33

I love that man, the one sitting sadly at the crucifix, with his legs crossed. He carried the high-quality oak cross up to the mountain where Adam’s head was buried, the emblem of sin. “He is a miracle man,” said his twelve friends after the subsequent successful deal. They were with us everywhere. Hardly had...
David Muradyan | The cold city,warm seas

David Muradyan | The cold city,warm seas

The short-size girl was standing on a small chair and she was taking the toys off the Christmas tree, trying not to drop them. The tree needles were falling down. The old woman was picking the faded cotton pieces up and putting them into a bucket. “Is your Christmas tree standing yet?” asked Parandzem. “Yes,...
Best Armenian prose writer of our days announced

Best Armenian prose writer of our days announced

The results of the Prose 2011 short-stories contest were summed up. The results of the Prose 2011 short stories competition and the handing of awards were held at the State Theater of Song of Armenia yesterday ahead of the declaration of Yerevan as the 2012 World Book Capital and the events dedicated to the 500th...