The three infected cows, roughly dropped from the back of a small truck, had gathered at the shed wall and were gazing around.
I started my New Year with a trip from the Yerevan streets to the police station. I neither was drunk nor violated any law or behaved like a hooligan. My only fault, it seems, is that I am a horse and horses are forbidden to appear ...
Girl was looking at Horse, her eyes wide open and scared. She has cerebral palsy. She cannot walk and even keep her balance. Weak muscles, you cannot do it alone, let me help you… she would hear these words said to her constantly…
I have always dreamed of having my own horse. “Watch out, your dream it might come true”, was the thought spinning in my mind while I stood in the rain, looking at my first horse. I had just paid $350 for her.
Four times per week children with mental and physical disabilities such as cerebral palsy, autism and encephalopathy come to me. Six of them are from the Kharberd orphanage for children with special needs, and a girl and a boy come with their moms. Hasmik ...
Musical instruments occupy every square centimeter of the room. It’s as if a silent orchestra is performing in that cold room.
In Armenia, successful surgeries for these conditions are carried out at the Third Clinical Hospital under the skilled hands Associate Professor Gagik Kocharyan, Candidate of Medical Sciences, Head of the Chair of the Maxillo-facial Surgery Department at the ...
When the war broke out in Karabakh Taron Tonoyan was completing his studies at the Yerevan State Medical University.
According to the doctor the government doesn’t have the resources to insure an adequate supply of medical stitching.
Hovsep’s grandfather would play the tar at various social functions in the village and taught his eldest grandson how to play music on an old duduk as accompaniment. The boy soon showed a keen interest in the instrument and his father decided to buy him a duduk and a zurna.
When I reached Yenokavan, I said that I would like to speak to the elders of the village about their local history and current situation. Immediately, a group of young people gathered around me, who then started to take me from house to house in a very official manner.
"When we finished shooting the film," said Jussi Flemming Biorn, "The director, who had been an atheist all his life, said, 'I now have no choice but to believe in God.'
These were the slogans appearing on the banners carried by several hundred Kurds from various parts of Armenia who descended on Yerevan’s Stepan Shahumyan Square on November 15th and marched towards the offices of the United Nations. The protest march was organized by the “Free Union of Kurdish Women”, an organization that works for the release of Ocalan from imprisonment and promotes raising the Kurdish national consciousness. While...
N street in Aresh district of Yerevan seems to reappear from the stories of Nar-Dos, a genius Armenian storyteller of human destinies. On the narrow, ruined streets of the district a drunkard in an unbuttoned shirt, with wild eyes and half empty bottle is a common sight.
Razmik Khosroev, of Assyrian extraction, is a stage actor with the G. Sundukyan National Academic Theatre and the first representative of the Armenian Theatre to tackle the complex role of Shakespeare’s Richard II.
Yerevan resident Susanna Kalashyan had just been promoted to the 8th grade when she was “stolen away” on the way to the school. Her “abductor” was an Assyrian from the village of Verin Dvin. More than forty years have since passed. Susanna has four children and eleven grandchildren. Her husband has long since passed away.
Approximately 40 million Kurds live in the world; about 20 million live in Turkey, 9 million in Iran, 6 million in Iraq, 3 million in Syria. And the rest are scattered all over the world. Almost any European country has a Kurdish Diaspora; the largest community is 1 million people and is registered in Germany.
Vazgen Arghumanyan was the first resident of the village of Artashen located in the northern reaches of Kashatagh. He used to work at the tourist center in Jermuk as a photographer and moved her in 1994. Vazgen held the office of village mayor for twelve years.
“When my family moved here from Charentsavan, there were only construction workers here. It was 1999 and there was nothing here. Until 2002 we didn't have electricity. Now each family receives 60 Kilowatts of electricity for free. Many have cars and there is transportation to Stepanakert and Vardenis. In the last few years, life has gotten much better and I think it will get even better in the future, “ Robert said.
On April 3, 1993, Armenian forces liberated the region of Karvachar (formerly Kelbajar): Since this area has been repopulated with mainly those who had been deported from the Shahumyan region, the government of the Nagorno-Karabakh Republic has renamed it New Shahumyan, with the regional center called Karvachar.
Furniture-making brothers Garik and Artyom Babajanyan needed five hundred dollars to buy a truck.
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“There is nothing to do in the village. After school, we go to the village square, sit down and talk about this and that. We don't even have an ordinary café to take girls to.
Little Gevorg and Elya have only two books – The Liar, which is an Armenian folktale, and an anatomy textbook.
Sisters Ruzanna and Eleonora go to elementary school. Ruzanna says school is very boring, but they like to come to kindergarten after school. “Sometimes we skip classes and come here,” she whispered.
Three-year old Erik has been living in the boarding school at Berdzor, the regional center of Kashatagh, for the past four months.
Based on true events, though the names have been changed to protect privacy
This is how an ordinary conversation starts between neighbors Anya Kirilina and Olga Yershova. Or it might begin with a discussion about how their water had been cut yet again and they had been forced to carry it in buckets from other neighbors' apartments.
The problem with genocide is you cannot kill them all; there are always survivors.
NGOs that deal with the issues that face the disabled population often complain that the disabled are only remembered on December 3, the International Day of Disabled Persons, and during elections. But even that is only formal in nature and does nothing to change the lives of disabled people.
Water, a café, paved roads - these are the most important things required to completely satisfy the residents of the village of Myasnikyan in the provincial region of Armavir.
“In the first century B.C. Armenian King Tigran the Great (95-55 B.C.) besieged Cleopatra at Ptolemaida to avenge his father, Artashes I, but he had to abandon the siege when Lucullus attacked Armenia. King Tigran returned and settled the Jews that had been captured in Hellenic cities in Armavir and on the banks of the Kasakh River.”
Passers-by would stop in surprise at the wide open gates out of which songs emanated in an unknown language and a group of people were performing a simple dance - two steps forward, two steps back - for a long, long time, to seemingly endless music.
“Do you want me to dance for you?” she asks, her eyes begging me to say yes.
The Speghani girls' choir has been called “the choir of angelic voices,” “the bearers of the purest Armenian music,” and “a phenomenal occurrence”. The choir's huge repertory combines the music of various nations, currents and periods – from medieval spiritual works to works by contemporary Armenian and foreign composers.
“We all are disabled children in this center,” said Olya as she saw me.
Once, the children in an elementary class of a Yerevan school asked their teacher why their classmate Narek was different. “We are all alike, we understand each other quite well, except for him,” they said.
A narrow winding road leads to the village of Karin Tak (Under the Rock) in the Shushi gorge. The rock hangs over the village as if protecting it.
The hooves of horses and donkeys could be heard on the narrow cobblestone streets. Children with buckets went to the spring to collect water. A donkey loaded with buckets brayed under its weight, but the owner urged it forward with a switch – his wife needed to do the laundry.
“Let there be faith; the objects of worship will appear.” Valentin Domil said. The Kurdish village of Rya Taza has both in abundance. Yet the strongest faith here is faith in the miraculous power of Dayki Shiro, or Mother Milk.
From the Armenian village of Aygepar, the houses of the Azeri village of Alibayli are visible. Only a distance of 100-150 meter separates the two villages, but there is a bigger distance between them - fourteen years that obliterated the friendship that once existed between them, that turned them into them enemies.
1987. I am invited to the International Theatre Festival in Istanbul, but only for a few days. It is my first time here. Istanbul, the same city that my grandfather used to call Polis, i.e. the city of cities.
It is said that only the first and the last impressions matter and what is in the middle will be forgotten anyway. But just the opposite happened to the third Golden Apricot International Film Festival.
Varpet (master) Rubik's day begins this way: with a cup of black coffee in front of him on the table and a cigarette in his hand, he leans back in his chair, closes his eyes and begins sketching the future instrument in his mind. But no, not every day starts like this; only those days when the varpet's muse visits him, because, he says, you must make the duduk only when you are in right mood to do so; otherwise the duduk will have no soul.
Ani at the beginning of 13th century. The citizens are unselfconsciously celebrating Barekendan.
It all started from simple curiosity and eventually became a way of life. A Dutch folk dance teacher, Tineke Van Geel, took her first classes in Armenian dance from two Armenian teachers in the Netherlands around 30 years ago, and now she herself teaches Armenian dances all around the world and even organizes dance tours to Armenia.
'Let me tell you a story. Someone ate a banana and threw the peel on the ground, I passed by, saw the peel, but did not pick it up, and another passer-by did not notice it, slipped, fell down and broke a leg. Who is to blame? The one who threw it, I who did not pick it up, or the one who did not notice it?'
From the top of the mountain, Alagyaz looks like one of Van Gogh's paintings of Arles. The houses are colorful but not bright. Only the houses on the edge are visible.
Vanadzor's Hovhannes Abelyan Dramatic Theatre was recently host to the third Children's Song and Dance Festival of the National Minorities of Armenia.