The family of Armenian writers bids farewell to its well-earned, tired and exhausted brother. He bids farewell with a deep sense of gratitude and thanks, because Henrik Malyan was not only the child of the Armenian culture and literature, but also the parent, the regenerator, the one who publicized that culture with a new style and outfit.
Even in the most tragic, the most unforeseen, the most innocent of losses, we relentlessly ask the question: what did the passerby leave on my earth? "Triangle", "We are our mountains", "The patriarch", "A piece of sky" and again other pictures and works, which, although they are not a complete picture of upheaval and rebirth, decay and resistance, but all of them together are the most complete picture possible of the moral greatness of the Armenian man, pictures that without Henrik Malyan would not have been hours of faith, love and trust in the lives of the Armenian people and many, many people of the world, which without Malyan would have been doubt and mistrust. hours, and finally solid facts of the said national culture, in front of which condescension gave way to kindness, reconciliation with the non-existence of Armenian national cinema was transformed into waiting for what Henrik Malyan will film.
Decades of our stagnation and soft oppression were saved from absolute cultural sterility largely by his personal efforts. He, yes, was able to not be oppressed by being oppressed, agreeing to disagree, saying yes and saying no, ignoring social, national and ideological pressure, he was able to be "at the top" and not be "at the top", eventually becoming an undesirable figure for those at the top and a desirable figure for those at the bottom. The fate had stuck his life in times of spiritual barrenness and brutally pushed him to an inconspicuous, anonymous existence at best, and he came out with a victory, he came out of that battle having corrected his fate, confirming the word that creativity can and should be done in all regimes. He became a favorite name, "Henrik Malyan", and the geographical place capitalized Hayrenik - the names make it.
The cooperation of the writer and the director has been repeated many times, and almost as many times this cooperation has turned into irreconcilable opposition. open and high masterpieces could not bring the apicars to their skies and vice versa, the apicars knocked down masterpieces. Among the glorious monuments of our literature, Malyan did not ask for fame and name, Malyan gave value and name to the works, which would have been less remarkable without his pointing finger. On behalf of Armenian writers, this is why we say thank you. he was not only the son of Armenian writing, the Armenian thing, but also the parent.
His fateful effort, the story of Komitas, the great awakening and destruction of the Armenians, remained incomplete. The image of longing for those who were expelled from their native land, a longing that becomes physical pain and depresses a person, also remained in Soskaka. Those images shouldn't and didn't. Yeghern is hell, a multi-headed monster that doesn't let you approach, with poisonous flames it still drives mad from afar and destroys every Armenian person, especially an artist. The non-fulfillment of these deeds is also the fact of the body's instinctive, wise refusal to go with the daring soul. Henrik's body refused, fell, remained - but never for the sake of the living and generations and generations.