Removing each page and draft sheet from the boundaries of this book with pain in my heart, simply tearing them out, simply expelling them, which are the authentic response to their cruel time, leaving aside a heavy part of the monstrously huge mass of the epoch together with every paper that is put aside, and the stigma of the Charents inscription on that part.
On the occasion of this first centenary of the birth of a great thinker, a great citizen of the world, a sworn fighter of the motherland, a giant of literature and the sixtieth anniversary of his death: murder, suicide, self-denial, self-immolation, we set this volume.
with regret much more for the stamp, stigma, attitude, and speech of the Charents bully that is being removed from the borders of this election, than for the historical basis,
because
In front of those living today, the era has turned monstrously absurd in the same mass of its sixty years and hundred years, as if nothing has been removed, they have not sunk into the ocean of time, in front of our ancestral survivors, the era is making its heavy claws of the same monster, entire peoples and homelands are going crazy.
and the great contemplator, but also the one who admires, neither the one who admires, nor the one who is terrified is great, the admirer like only enemy giants admire each other's armor, as only the earth itself has its flowering and collapse in Armenia, the great contemplator, but also the one who fights, fights, fights, fights tooth and tooth with the epoch, the one who gives the wounds of the epoch and the one who receives the deep wounds, we are not alive
he is Charents, the warrior and the king, the warrior who has not denied a single moment of this long-lasting fight for the human homeland and has not skipped a single battle, who has reached the height of the throne by giving blood.
Eighty years ago, he saw the greatness of his revelation and the greatness of his loss sixty years ago, with this same greed.
that with his words, a sunny world of ruling people opens up, a people is freed from the lowest shackles of languagelessness, a people stands up to the times as a magnificent peddler of speech, the country becomes the homeland of the free,
and the world will be closed with its eyelids, the motherland will turn away from its children as strangers, with its silence, time itself will be silent, but also alienated, but also hostile, but also avoiding the speech of my generations and generations as uncommunicative, unfamiliar, but also an enemy language,
and the very necessity of it, from a hundred and sixty years past, must raise the subjugator of times and spaces, and times and spaces must, like great powers to their conqueror, acknowledge and submit to their unique ruler.