By Marianna Grigoryan   She carefully takes a piece of fabric with her small hands and wraps it around her face like a yashmak and then starts to slowly comb her hair up and down, rumpling her hair… The cloth on the face is slipping down, the girl tries to arrange it back to cover […]

The only advantage of the basement-like two-room shelter of the Ghulyan family in Martakert is that theirs is not an ordinary basement but one with two stories, where they manage to “even feel the warmth of the sun”. They rent the place. Their home, where they used to live from generation to generation, was set […]

By Ruzanna Amiraghyan   “The district militia officer of ours, God bless him, he brought us here saying ‘Do something if you can.’ So did I. There was a huge pile of garbage here, a pesthole for cholera. So all of us together with my children, we worked and brought the place to an order. […]

By Lusine Musayelyan The mother who lost three sons continues to struggle for her husband’s life. Lying on a bed in the corner of a small room, with catheters attached to his body, an old man still braves his condition and according to an old custom tries to greet his guests by reciting from his […]

By Lusine Musayelyan   It is already three days that four-year-old Tehmine has been asking her mom for candy, but her mother can’t afford to fulfill her little one’s elementary wishes. Stifling her emotions from the child’s waiting looks in tears, the mother, 38-year-old Larisa, continues to rock the cradle with her 9-month-old Amalik, speaking […]

By Sara Khojoyan\   Winter comes early to Amasiaregion of the Shirak province. The residents of the Aregnadem village take the stoves out of storage and into their homes. The large family of Ghukasyans, though, has no need to get to the storage room; they will have to bring their stove standing in the corridor-kitchen […]

By Vahan Ishkhanyan   As the gate squeaked, the door opened and a pregnant woman came out with a man in a military uniform following her. The smile spread over his face as if we had been old friends, and he invited us inside: “Come in! Come in!”, though it was the first time we […]

By Gayane Mkrtchyan   Earlier in the morning when the clouds shrouding the village of Tatev, which is in the southern Armenian ‘world of Syunik’, start to withdraw, the village in the bosom of late autumn begins to wake up. Red, yellow and brown are everywhere. Some tree branches are already covered with snow, but […]