Journalism and Commentary

A Book About Tumanyan

A Born Academician and Literary Scholar

A Bridge to the Land of Legends

A Ceaseless, Endless Return

A Creative Presence

A Few Words about Vasily Belov

A Few Words to My Reader

A Figure Who Became a Legend

A Look towards the Armenian Future

A Man of Rare Stature

A Man Who Gives His Time a Name

A Peal Echoed by a Chorus

A Quiet, Kindly Rain

A Refuge for All Living Things

A Resting Place on Our Shared Road

A Son of His Land

A View from Within the People

All Our Literature’s Achievements Are Cast from the Pure Gold of Armenian Identity, Without Clashing with Other Nations: The More Armenian Identity, the More Humanity

An Effort of Faith

An Endlessly Vast World

An Equal Member of Our Household

And Glory to Him and His Generation

And Hrant Matevossian Said

And Hrant Matevossian Said…

Andranik Ozanian

Andrei Tarkovsky

Armenia Shows Each of Us Our Place in the World

Art Means National Art

Before a Blank Page

Before Everyone, an Open, Pure Heart

Bibliographical Note (“Before the Blank Page”)

Blessed Was the Regiment He Led

Book of the Way

Constantly Answering to the Culture of the Present and the Past

Conversations with Hrant Matevossian

Culture Is a Way of Living, Not an Ornament of Life

Culture’s Responsibility for the World’s Fate Is Immense

Do Not Disown Your Brother

Enduring Empathy

Fate Urges Us to Rediscover Our Traditional Identity

For the Sake of Artistic Thought

From the Beginning, the Human Being Is Wonderful

Hamo Sahyan the Golden-Tongued

He Created His Own Artistic Reality

He Knew How to Love (Minas Avetisyan)

He Made His Life a Song

He Was Called to Transform Minds

He Was the Homeland Himself

He Was the Man We Had Been Waiting For

His Life-Giving Breath

His Negation Became Affirmation

Hrant Matevosyan Has Lost the Girl Reading a Book at the End of the Avenue and Cannot Escape the Noise of 1988

Hrant Tamrazyan

I Am Inclined to Leave

I Hope the People Will Not Leave Their Country Desolate

I Was to Be the Prophet of These People, of This Life… Now I Will Chronicle Their Dark Days. Life Has Overtaken Me…

I, My Homeland, My Art

It Is a Blessing to Work in a Language Awakened by Charents

It Is Hard to Continue, and Necessary to Continue

It Is Not the End of the World

It’s Not Good, Lads. It’s Very Bad

Let Us Come into Our Own Culturally

Let Us Repay with Spiritual Values

Literature in New Times

Literature Is a Faith

Literature Is Not “About”

Literature’s Open Gates: A People under Siege

Manuk Mnatsakanyan

Moments of Ascent

Mushegh Galshoyan

My Tsmakut Is Part of the Wider World

No One Must Know I Am Not With Them

On So-Called Village Prose

On Stage and Off

Our Responsibility in Literature

Our Saviour and Our Enemy Are Both Within Us

Our Sister, Our Translator, Our Friend

Sero Khanzadyan

So This Country Can Become a Country

Such a Long Silence

Suren Aghababyan

The Defender of Beauty

The Great Apostle of Human Kindness

The Human Being’s Envoy

The Humanity of Literature

The Indomitable, Wonderful Saroyan

The Joys and Cares of the Literary World

The Light of the God Called Beauty

The Light We Call Conscience

The Limits of Your Freedom Extend to the Limits of Mine

The Master and Labourer of Our Home

The Patriarch of the Whole World

The People Will Find the Right Path

The Poet of Intensely Condensed Time

The Poetry of Language

The Road to Our Goal

The Successor and the Predecessor

The True Substance of the Homeland

The World of Hakob Mndzuri

The World of the Word

The Writer’s Civic Responsibility

The Writer’s Professional Honour

Those Awakened by Our Mother’s Call

To Each and All of Us, to All Armenians

To Live in Memory Is to Burn

To Vazgen Sargsyan

Today I Have No Power over Time

Tomorrow We Will Lick One Another’s Wounds

True Stories in Precise Words

Tsmakut Is Me…

Tumanyan of All Armenians

Vakhtang Ananyan

Vardan Mamikonyan, Who Arises from Our Own Flesh

Victory Is Our Mission Before Our Past, Our Future and All Humanity

Viktor Ambartsumian

We Are All Unique

We Are Our Ancestor Now

We Are Still at the Beginning of the Century

We Have Sung in Someone Else’s Voice Since Childhood

We Must Endure and Stand Firm

We Need a Constitution to Make Our Way and Reach Our Destination

We Need the Joy of Discovery and the Miracle of Understanding

We Still Have a Long Road of Struggle Ahead

We Will Always Have a Homeland

When Sleep Seems a Salvation

William Saroyan

Yeghishe Charents: Selected Works

Yerevan Is a Haven

You Must Be Honest, Blunt, Truthful and Direct…

You Must Decide: Are You Ishkhan or Avetik?