It is noticed. a millennium ago, when our ostans were destroyed, when the nobility of our country was decapitated - sovereignty rested in the home of the Armenian peasant. said that the home of the Armenian man, the Armenian peasant, from the mountains of Lorva to Sasu and Tavros, was the cradle of our ancient glories and the future hope, the home of the Armenian peasant sang to his kings and heroes who were and were not and waited for the birth of his child who should come and fill our silent world of Armenians with a cry of joy and victory, should come and be like the heroes of our unforgettable times and to the kings, but much more, the hero and king's people would be our ideal.
In the small valley of the Armenian world, many princes have passed through our long times, defeated or chained, many of them deserved a crown of glory, but none of them could make their hole through the popular attitude a parade of delight and joy, love and joy, hope and trust, like our ideal of a king and hero, our unreal, our viper, our David, Sasuntsi. centuries and centuries until today and until tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, no one is able to extract from our elders and children those woes and regrets, tears and smiles that are only for David, for Sassoon, for the unreal, for the epic, for our national ideal.
Soldier Andranik, Andranik Ozanyan is as mythical, epic, viper-like for us as David is real. the square of popular love turns the procession of those two real and viper heroes into a coronation parade, equips its Andranik with its ideal of a man and a soldier, and its Andranik, the People's Andranik, takes on the image of an ideal man just as David Sasuntsi takes on the armor of Mher Sasuntsi.
As the expected son of our Armenian house, Andranik was dressed up, his people dressed him in their viper armor, and Andranik's stark reality did nothing to undermine his mythicism. the verification of the years of his death and birth, verification of the battles and failures and the place of his birth, humanly his vulnerability does not at all prevent him from seeing a hero who came from a viperg and returned to a song, a viperg, a myth, when our heroic epic and Andranik himself are born of the same time, and it is not known who of them revived whom - Zeytuni Serobart, Agbyurob, Mother Sose, Chaush Gevorg, Andranik himself spawned our viperg, on the life-giving breath of those miserable pashas, did our dutzazeng emerge from our rustic Armenian home, or did the viperg awaken them and make Armenians stand tall in our world?
They were travelers on the same road, Andranik and Viperg, complementing each other, teaching each other, learning from each other, correcting, confirming, strengthening each other, and their path was fearless. They had multitudes of Armenians waiting in their televsions, those multitudes are us, and they had multitudes of multitudes, they are our grandchildren, and the journey of those travelers will end forever when there will be no more waiting for multitudes in their televsions.
And so glory to us, those who call them, those who wait for them, who are the guarantors of their immortality, their infinity, and glory to them, glory to Andranik himself, who did not leave our Armenian past of his sons and grandsons unremembered and eternal. He brings majesty to our image, he brings honesty and nobility to our cast, to our warrior's behavior the eagle's wing, a thousand glories to him.
20.02.2000