пускай с моею мордою
   печатных книжек нет,
  вот эта подпись гордая
есть мой автопортрет



рукописи не горят!.. ...в интернете ...   

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February 27.

Yesterday, Orliana sent her mother a pint of cream.

I did not know what was in the bag she asked me to carry and pass to my mother-in-law.

<!-- In Armenian, cream has two meanings: the first one - "cream" and the other - "love", or, may be, vice-versa.-->

Uninformed about the contents of the bag, I hung the unknown love on a nail in the wall of our hall-aka-kitchen.

Perhaps, that hanged love influenced my dreams tonight and I saw the girl who I had had my first necking sessions with.

At the Club Arcadic came to the Renderers' room. I asked for news, and he said that there was a cease-fire declared because Iranian Minister of Foreign Affairs is coming to the region on a peace-making mission.

About 12 a.m. there also appeared Guegham, and I left them together.

At noon on the basis of Arcadic's news I took Sahtik and Ahshaut out from the Underground.

Lunch for two, because the mother-in-law went to the downhill town to see her daughters-with-their-families.

One page.

A walk with Sahtik and Ahshaut through a slow serene snowfall.


In times of peace there is almost nothing to write about so –
Good night.

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