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Hovhannes Grigoryan | Fathers’ land

Hovhannes Grigoryan | Fathers’ land

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...
Vahan Teryan | She smiled at me

Vahan Teryan | She smiled at me

She smiled at me, the Nairian girl with slim waist, The Nairian girl –gloomy-eyed and modest, So bright was the face of the mountain-born, The glance so blazing and artless. And my Nairian sun as if glared also In the northern faraways and colds, As if in my field bloomed a flickering rose, And my...
Tatevik Kolarski | Alice Munro’s Short Story “Amundsen”

Tatevik Kolarski | Alice Munro’s Short Story “Amundsen”

Alice Munro’s Short Story “Amundsen” and its Translation into Armenian by Anna Davtyan Alice Munro is a Canadian short story writer, winner of numerous literary awards including the 2013 Nobel Prize in Literature for her work as “master of the contemporary short story.” Her short story “Amundsen” appeared in The New Yorker in 2012 and...
Naira Hambardzumyan | Poetry for the chosen ones

Naira Hambardzumyan | Poetry for the chosen ones

  POETRY FOR THE CHOSEN ONES In the beginning was the Time, Then the Word, then the Sin, then the Fig Leaf, And the again – the Time; and what has not been said still Is roaming in the cave. When God created the world, Created the man, created the song, But the song is...
Hrant Matevosyan | The Trees

Hrant Matevosyan | The Trees

You’re no good, you’re pitiful my child, my son, my firstborn, my hope, my precious, you’re no good, you hold no vengeance. Your grandpa, my papa Ishkhan had a small blood-red horse: it was so small, he says, that wasn’t taken to army and burned with fury whenever any other horse outran it. It puffed,...
Hovhannes Tumanyan |  The Reading of the Universe

Hovhannes Tumanyan | The Reading of the Universe

You who gave me a gaze toward the skies To reach the higher ends, dive in the Sun, You who gave me a mind heavenly and vast To measure the measureless, its awesome gaps afar. You who tied us, took hold of my soul, Instilling in there the endless, its joy, Lit up a smile...
Artyom Grigoryan | Ups and downs

Artyom Grigoryan | Ups and downs

It makes me wonder: while the 6th floor of our building completely had been renovated with beautiful doors and highlighted painted walls, on the 7th there is only one lightbulb, which is probably not working since the collapse of the USSR, and I’m pretty sure that the guy who screwed this lightbulb in has bitten...
Kostandin Yerznkatsi | Others malign me of envy

Kostandin Yerznkatsi | Others malign me of envy

Others chock-full of envy mean evil down with me For I compose a poetry that is a treasure sweet. They say, ‘How does his tonque have such delicacy, That among us non can compete or withstand that rivalry?’ Deceived by the dark, doomed to be blind In slumber they’ll never know ‘bout riches that I...
Nane Vardanyan | The history of world

Nane Vardanyan | The history of world

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...