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December 22.

The other day-off.

Till four p.m. I was doing hard labors time on our Site.
The layout improvement is a choice pastime; breaking up frost-tightened clay and shoveling it down into the bottomless gorge making the natural borderline to the Site.

On my way home I stopped for a chat with Goorgan, the only neighbor we have on our side of the gorge.

He said all the truck-drivers in their state-owned firm work for phedayees PHEDAYEE —
     (Armenian borrowing from Greek) "freedom fighter".
now .
He also has to transport the arms flown in from Armenia to Kolatac village.

Going along the pine trees bordered sidewalk opposite Children Hospital I picked up a big bough chopped off by a shell fragment.

It'll yield enough material to make a decent X-mass tree.

At supper Roozahna went off her rocker. To contain my choler I left the table and munched the meal sitting at the sideboard.

Nine p.m.

After Roozahna and my mother-in-law left for Underground Sahtik stayed home knitting until five-minutes ago when a solitary shell-blast made her flee.

Now, only Ahshaut and I am here.
He sleeps undisturbed.

Outdoors all is quiet again.

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