December 23
The pallid moon up in the morning sky resembles a fugitive piece of dull, ungleaming, snow over the distant mountains...
Wagrum came dolled up in a spiffy outfit with a red-and-white scarf loosely thrown around his neck, smart gray suit and a pair of black gloves.
'The reds are on the run' declared he resting his buttocks on his desktop with we'll-beat-everybody puffs at his cigarette.
Soviet Army soldiers were leaving the gray huge Block of the CPSU District Committee—cheek by jowl with the drab Editorial House.
On the wide square in front of the CPSU Block loomed a phedayeePHEDAYEE —
(Armenian borrowing from Greek) "freedom fighter".
CAMAZ-truck with no number plates, as is their custom.
A pensive lad in a black sheepskin coat hanged around with a sub-machine gun in his arms.
Three more phedayeesPHEDAYEE —
(Armenian borrowing from Greek) "freedom fighter".
, unarmed but in combat fatigues, stood apart in a businesslike jaw-jaw.
Beno, a crony of Sashic's, was among them looking very brave in his khaki cap.
A cagey drove of old women and shifty youngsters neared the District Committee Block from the rear. They penetrated it through a ground floor window and embarked on looting the quarters left by the troops stationed there since spring.
A dozen iron cots floated out of the window and up the lane – one wooden chair and three empty cognac bottles diversified the spoil.
A small group of Soviet Army soldiers did their best to look another way, waiting, between the Block's and Editorial House' corners, for a vehicle to pick them up. At last an army jeep pulled up in the lane separating the Editorial House from the Hotel. A helmeted officer got out and staggered to the awaiting group strangely resembling by his motions a khakied automaton, inhumane and eyeless.
Becoming aware of the civilian looters, he leveled at them his sub-machine gun, clicked it and, slightly rolling from his toes to heels, barked out, 'Get away with you!'
At this point a squad of native policemen arrived to the scene wearing black sheepskin coats, armed with Kalashnikov guns, and only their commander in the uniform greatcoat carried no visible weapon. The looting dried up, a policeman posted at the broken window. The army jeep whizzed away.
A couple of minutes later the unarmed police officer came to the Renderers', took off his greatcoat and got seated at Lenic's desk (who was out dictating his renderings at the Typing Pool).
The man drank tea with jam laid on by Ms. Stella both for him and Arcadic and Wagrum (I, as a shitty mixer, declined the treat).
And he heartily laughed flashing the rows of gold teeth in his mouth at Arcadic's story about his and his contender's joint meeting with the electorate of their constituency.
They presented both candidates. Arcadic's sitting modestly, like a well-bred bridegroom, while his silver-tongued sidekick pours forth about the exellent unsurpassable qualities of everyone's dearest friend – Arcadic. It's the uniquest opportunity to vote for the best of best!
The fine oration over, the brazen yokel of Arcadic's rival gets on his feet to declares 'Well, bros, you know as well as I do, so just for the record, all you've heard now is the very picture of me.'
At that tea party, I had an acute stretch of the second sight feeling as they call it in the Highlands... Then, I rendered three articles, mended Ms. Stella's heater and attended a general meeting at the Boss'. According to Boss:
- the Soviet Army's troops (except for the primordial regiment) got orders to pull out from the region;
- our self-proclaimed Republic starts general mobilization (men up to forty);
- the day before phedayeesPHEDAYEE —
(Armenian borrowing from Greek) "freedom fighter". unexpectedly laid hands on the armory of the withdrawing troops; - our paper changes its name to The Free Artsakh.
At home I whetted the hand saw from the tool-kit recently bought at the Department Store for the tomorrow's manufacturing of X-Tree.
Sashic brought a sack of flour to our place. Soon, Valyo followed the suit with four bottles of milk.
It's a quarter-to-eleven pm. The females of the family gone to the Underground. Ahshaut is sleeping home.
The hangfire shooting outdoors ticks over in the ominously raw moonlight.
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