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Hovhannes Grigoryan | Fathers’ land
Poetry

Hovhannes Grigoryan | Fathers’ land

by Granish on Mar 24, 2024 • No Comments
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...
Vahan Teryan | She smiled at me
Poetry

Vahan Teryan | She smiled at me

by Granish on Feb 9, 2023 • No Comments
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...
Tatevik Kolarski | Alice Munro’s Short Story “Amundsen”
Criticism

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

by Granish on Mar 12, 2022 • No Comments
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...
Naira Hambardzumyan | Poetry for the chosen ones
Poetry

Naira Hambardzumyan | Poetry for the chosen ones

by Granish on Apr 4, 2021 • No Comments
  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...
Hrant Matevosyan | The Trees
Short story

Hrant Matevosyan | The Trees

by Granish on Sep 8, 2020 • No Comments
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...
Hovhannes Tumanyan | The Reading of the Universe
Poetry

Hovhannes Tumanyan | The Reading of the Universe

by Granish on Jun 27, 2020 • No Comments
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...
Artyom Grigoryan | Ups and downs
Short story

Artyom Grigoryan | Ups and downs

by Granish on Jun 22, 2020 • No Comments
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...
Kostandin Yerznkatsi | Others malign me of envy
Poetry

Kostandin Yerznkatsi | Others malign me of envy

by Granish on Jun 22, 2020 • No Comments
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...
Nane Vardanyan | The history of world
Short story

Nane Vardanyan | The history of world

by Granish on May 13, 2020 • No Comments
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...
Eghishe Charents | The starry wanderers
Poetry

Eghishe Charents | The starry wanderers

by Granish on Jan 24, 2020 • No Comments
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...
Lilit Margaryan | Why is Zabel Yessayan an important author who should be taught in Armenian Schools
Criticism

Lilit Margaryan | Why is Zabel Yessayan an important author who should be taught in Armenian Schools

by Granish on May 9, 2018 • 1 Comment
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...
Violeta Balian | The Concubine
Novel

Violeta Balian | The Concubine

by Granish on Mar 17, 2018 • 6 Comments
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...
Souren Sarumyan | The Burner of Memories
Short story

Souren Sarumyan | The Burner of Memories

by Granish on Apr 30, 2016 • No Comments
The boy was carefully hiding Grandpa’s photo under the mattress with his head on the pillow, pretending asleep. On the weather-stained photo Grandpa was still young – he was standing by a big round table and sadly smiling. Grandpa’s fists were big, almost in size with the table. Even in...
Aram Saroyan | NOTES AT SEVENTY
Short story

Aram Saroyan | NOTES AT SEVENTY

by Granish on Dec 25, 2013 • 9 Comments
At the beginning of Desolation Angels, Jack Kerouac is all alone, a fire lookout on a mountain peak in the Pacific Northwest surrounded by mountain stillness on all sides. A practicing if erratic Buddhist—“I’m the Buddhknown as the quitter,” he quipped once to his friend Gary Snyder—he has an epiphany:...
Hovhannes Grigoryan | Never die
Poetry

Hovhannes Grigoryan | Never die

by Granish on Aug 23, 2013 • No Comments
“Never die”, appealed my father to me in the deathbed.
Hasmik Hakobyan | Linguistic realization of modern armenian poetry
Criticism / Poetry

Hasmik Hakobyan | Linguistic realization of modern armenian poetry

by Granish on Aug 19, 2013 • No Comments
The diversity of world orders, the thematic-structural elements,the variety of solution of primary problems make the modern poetry significant. Each type of poetry puts its world order and the language of thinking. The words become conventional signs of reality. So what is the poetic reality? What is the function of...
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Vrezh Israelyan | For Granny Aghavni
Short story

Vrezh Israelyan | For Granny Aghavni

by Granish on Sep 22, 2013 • No Comments
Many years ago the Armenian author, Avetiq Isahakian, seized the saying, ‘Why don’t you get pulled down to the complete ruin, o you world?’ from the folk’s mouth and delivered it to Granny Aghavni. She was teaching the Armenian language to the village elementary schoolchildren at the time. And her teacher’s biography began and finished...
Elda Grin | Hands
Short story

Elda Grin | Hands

by Granish on Sep 22, 2013 • No Comments
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)
Short story

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

by Granish on Sep 22, 2013 • No Comments
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...
Ashot Gabrielyan | Poems
Poetry

Ashot Gabrielyan | Poems

by Granish on Sep 21, 2013 • No Comments
The distance From the Reven’s Rock[1] to my birth Is the navel string Connecting the half-embryo Where the birth and death don’t meet To make me live… My homeland is hold within the world’s mirror Like the hypocrite smile of the moon when she smiles at the sun; There is a ruin beyond the cross,...
Tatev Chakhchakhyan | Stop! Let me sleep
Poetry

Tatev Chakhchakhyan | Stop! Let me sleep

by Granish on Sep 21, 2013 • No Comments
  WRITE A POEM If your country is rocky and droughty write a poem to live softly. Our president who, to my mind, is philologist writes poems of loneliness and sadness in the back of contracts and so he writes of dismissal in the minutes of despair… And the Opposition calls rhymed names, and we...
Garun Aghajanyan | Non-orgasm
Short story

Garun Aghajanyan | Non-orgasm

by Granish on Sep 13, 2013 • No Comments
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
Short story

Norayr Adalyan | Determined To Kill

by Granish on Sep 12, 2013 • No Comments
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...
Armen Shekoyan | Poet and citizen
Poetry

Armen Shekoyan | Poet and citizen

by Granish on Sep 7, 2013 • No Comments
Lord’s Prayer Our common and secret Our private and our strange Our subsoil and our breeze Our huge and our small Our weighty and our frail. Out merit and our skill Our prose and our verse Our aptitude and gift Our exodus end exit Our only outlet. Our select and absolute Our hope and our...
Tadevos Tonoyan | The return of Niburu
Poetry

Tadevos Tonoyan | The return of Niburu

by Granish on Sep 7, 2013 • No Comments
THE RETURN OF NIBURU August. The sky smells sweetly with stars: My family tree has reached the sky, And from the thorny shrubs of star-spikes Is rising again the Niburu – hope of mine. Cherishing Niburu returns to see How has grown my family tree Which’s been grafted upon the last kiss Bidding farewell with...

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