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.
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.