February 12, 2000 is my birthday. On the occasion of my holiday, my speech in the old days would have had a completely different tone, a different emphasis, if it had not fallen after the events of October 27, 1999.
After the hell of October 27 (we can't find the word)... My nation showed its worst side. According to Tumanyan, each of us lacks the attitude of tolerant, loving, and forgiving... I would really like to have a party of tolerant, bearers, forgivers... I would like to be a rich Jew, that's how, I would throw a ton of gold into the square, and they would have peace around the barn, rest and return to their work.
Bad won. Bad won. It didn't matter if we didn't enter the new era defeated. Bad in everything but economy. Apart from morality, with everything: economy, thought, trade, your engineer is defeated, your cow is defeated by the western cow, your pig is defeated by the western pig, your human unit is defeated by the western unit... And that's how long it will take for us to equalize, get out of this defeated state, join the magnificent parade of the peoples of the world, God knows when. And for now, the slave is among us, hoping for help. hoping for the help of the mind, we look to the west...
I hope that our time and our country will have the honor, that the people will not leave their time and their country a desolate desert. I hope that the factories will start again, the horns will sound again, and the people will find a way out of all this...
... Our literature was a little different from that of other countries. Our literature, starting with Abovyan, replaced statehood, then, during the years of Soviet power, our literature was both the foreign and domestic policy of our authorities, national autonomy. It was something equal to the church, as our church replaced our statehood for a thousand years, starting with Abovyan, our literature is Armenian statehood, in fact, our statehood took refuge in Armenian literature. Many people may be inclined that it was at a lower height than the literature of the world, it was not in the literary march, but you can't blame it, because that is our fate, from Mesrop Mashtots, Khorenatsi, to, let's say, lowly... The work that is scary for a person, the machine that escapes from the hand of the worker, and a wedge between us and us was created like that, it was the flaw of the times. And that was what I noticed when I was 22-23 years old. I was offended just by the jealousy of a local, why should we not have the right to kill our bear? We are our bear, and from that came "We are our mountains". not bad...