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2018 Blogs

The Sun of Truth

By on December 29, 2018

“Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holly Spirit,” the priest proclaimed. The chorus chanted:
“Ameen!”
It was the Christmas Eve. As the majority of people…

2018 Blogs

Бабушка

By on November 20, 2018

My grandmother likes telling me her stories from the time she was a teacher. She now is retired, but she remembers every single one of her students.

 

My grandmother…

2018 Blogs

In the Forest

By on November 19, 2018

An hour ago, my cousin Nikita fell while skiing. He could not get up and now he  lies on the snow in the forest. My mother stays with him….

2018 Blogs

The Tainted White

By on November 19, 2018

White is always perceived as flawless and clean.
White always represents goodness, brightness, smoothness, light.
But it was different for me.
I met an old woman. Her beauty was clouled by her…

2018 Blogs

Նոր Լեզու

By on November 18, 2018

Ֆրիդան նկարում էր ջարդվածը: Գույները վառ էին, ճչացող, չանգռող ու մի քիչ էլ մազոտ: Ողնաշարը երկար-բարակ գնում էր մինչև շրջազգեստի վերջին ծալքը: Ծալքերը խորն էին ու կարուձևում օգտագործվող ամենապինդ…