First factory by factory, the entire factory economy, then the entire management system department by department, and now the spiritual sphere... and all for the sake of one thing - to saw the million-dollar machine tool, to demolish the billion-dollar structure, to extract ten rubles of gold from it for myself.
It's not good, guys, it's very bad.
And if the folly of abandoning factories and looting had the illusion of harming the empire, not us, the crushing of the departments over the accursed regime, not our poor heads, had the illusion of victory, then here, in the spiritual realm, we must have no illusions - this is our own heavy defeat. this is the testimony of only one truth, that we are no different from modern-day alchemists and pitiful bureaucrats who melt a machine for ten grams of gold, who were convinced reconstructionists, because as a result of the reconstruction, they would be left with enough useless and useless material from the old structure. We are not different in any way, the craze for robbery and looting has caught us too.
To be defiled like this, to forget whose descendants we are, to deny what we were called to do, to throw our pen brothers at the doors of courts and authorities like this... to mock the court and judges throughout the whole case, to be free and away from the authorities for the rest of our lives and then ask for your justice from them? Isn't it clear that they were waiting for the hour of their revenge, that for them "those writers are nothing" forever? Wouldn't it be much better to defame the names of our own parents, because the parent is the parent of our personality, and the writer...
You will still have girls and boys who will separate themselves from the crowd of charchis, who will strive for something highly spiritual, and they will find that thing in the great Armenian literature, and they will become devotees of that literature, and their souls will not wander without an owner and without an address - they will know that they have a refuge, that they are not soulless and fatherless subjects of their peers - why are you falling so much and seeing yourself buried as well? sees the Armenian literary life as dead.
Is it possible to be so unbelieving?
Is it possible to be so irresponsible? For a century and a millennium, our great souls are waiting for a word about themselves, around their names the nation gathers on holidays - are we the ones who say that word, by what right of a fallen man?
Is it possible to be so unjust - to destroy something that has barely been managed in hundreds of years, that was created by the great Tumanyan, Isahakyan, Teryan, Shanti, Aghbalyan, Charents, Demirchyan, Zoryan, Bakuntsi... Why, for what? Because writers in advanced countries are not in unions, or are they in several unions? It is convenient for them, but how long will we look at other people's houses to destroy our own, listen to other people's words to forget our words, be captive to other people's image to trample on our icon?
The Union of Writers was and will be.
There will be one union of writers, under one leadership, and the bread of this will be connections and relations, proposals and demands, acquaintance and friendship, discussion and dialogue with writers here and everywhere and their unions and non-unions. this leadership will be deprived of its bread as punishment for Narekatsi's, let's say, today's silence, this isolation from other countries and literatures, this stupid irresponsibility that has flooded the airwaves and the book market. otherwise, who is guilty, which union, which one of the unions?
There must be a Union of Writers, even if its role in a literary work and writer's life is zero, because then don't imagine that there is no such zero Union... My speech is not aimed at the black imagination of judges and rulers, my speech is with the many, many, many who reserve literature and writer's virtue for themselves and their nation. I don't know, without that Union my heart stirs and my head spins, I see myself expelled from my homeland, my time. And I think not only me.