August

Andro is making a cart. bear the axe, the yoke will break. making the yoke holes is a matter of minutes, but there are still a few bars to go. The houses are built as if they fall from the sky every time. To tell the truth, they are doing well. A day is a day, and here are others suffering under the open sun. Irikun should go down to the village and ask Sanasar for an ox. the wood must have ended in the mountain. He will go, he will see the cows, Ashken will have good yogurt, he will eat yogurt...
That's right, very good, but Andro didn't like the appearance of the cart. He didn't like it even when cutting the tree. the head, nothing, was compact and round, until the axis was even beautiful, but after the axis, however Andro carried it, it remained crooked on the outside. It should be chained, strung and left in the wire for a couple of days.
Ashken seems to be someone else's wife from time to time. As if she were a girl, someone else's wife, from time to time Ashkhen becomes sweeter. you don't understand where he keeps his long tongue and looks like an extinguishing fire. Ah ha! We will come like that from your tongue. Ashkhen came down from the mountain, he went up from the village to Moru clearing to collect grass. Ashkhen came down early, milked the cows early in the morning, filtered the milk and came down. He went and saw that he had gathered some grass. saw a woman lying on her side under a tree. From a distance, he thought that it was Sirush of Hamo, who had become a light, and laughed at himself. What was Sirush going to do here? But... but Sirush would have been better. But it was Ashken. milked the cows early in the morning, filtered the milk and went down. The clearing was hot, Ashken was a little sweaty. He looked at his reddened face, then at his eyes, Ashkhen was asleep and, to be honest, asleep, he didn't look like him at all, as if he was different. The pelvis was very high, as if it was the pelvis of Hamo Sirush who had given birth. He played with her neck with a blade of grass and laughed. And he didn't wake up. his eyelids trembled, he said "lazy dandalosh", but he didn't wake up, and he grabbed his neck while he was sleeping. Akhar was pretending to be asleep and smiling and never woke up until the end. Then he lay down with his eyes open and looked at the sky until lunch. And from the place where he left without a doubt, he was still the carefree Ashkhen, he was still the old bully.
- Someone else collected his, took it, piled it on the door, and now he steals from someone else, he steals from the collective farm, and this one is sleeping in his ear... And now it has started... There is no rain, there is no sun, there is no winter ahead for this, slowly, half!
He himself wanted to bring the deer's stalk to his back, but he didn't even hit him. After all, that poor man was working and talking non-stop. He's not evil, he's used to talking. And if it is evil, it is appropriate evil. after all, the world is hard, and he really sleeps a lot. Gikorn for example. He was president, foreman, warehouseman, clerk, farm manager. They tear from one thing, they stick to something else. You say, "Look, it's a temporary thing, something went wrong now, it will be fixed tomorrow." you say it won't stay, and it won't stay, but it won't stay, it won't stay, it won't stay, Gikors is sixty years old, he has been appointed a pension for his activities, he has already thrown his life behind him and, like that, temporarily, temporarily, wrongly, little by little, he has been working constantly. And you carry and carry your ax and say it's temporary. That they got married and Ashkhen fought with her a month later, he saw that he would not be able to live with her. And he is still doing it. Winter, he was very angry, he hit him lightly and said, "Go to your uncle's house." Ashkhen threw the shawl on his shoulders and moved his skirts. He went, the evening came with the son-in-law and the eldest daughter, and still the grandchildren in her arms. Papa... And along his spine, up to the nape of his neck, the gratitude from the solid Ashken of the very first month, the incomplete half-satisfaction from all the other times and the sure hope that life is long and women are many. Pa-pi!... Zahrumari! Yerevan, they served in the 400th regiment, they took him to a concert. The ensemble sang. "Maral, maral, man kugas like maral..." In the row in front of them, slightly to one side, were girls with sun-kissed faces, probably from the nearby villages of the Ararat Valley. they were waving their hair tied with a red ribbon and looking back every minute. Martin... was a boy from Ijevan, with such wide faces, he was shot near Kerch, poor Martin. he was a sergeant, his last name was Sahakyan... poor Martin Sahakyan... He said: Andre, let's stick, the freckled one to me, the other one to you... He looked at the other one and wanted to, and was ashamed. She had such high breasts. He looked at Martin himself and saw that the army uniform was sitting perfectly on him. A festive belt cinched her stomach. And his belt was a tarpaulin, and then the boots were big for his feet, his foot was going back and forth in them. He said, "No, Martin, I have work to do." And he turned the road and decided that he will fight with the captain for the boots and will also get an officer's belt. Martin came in the evening tired and smiling all the time. The eyes were sweetly sweet. And he kept muttering. "Maral, maral, man kugas like maral..." He said: Ishuk, why didn't you come? He answered excitedly. that you went, what did you do? And he was singing again while lying on his stomach, then he looked with wet eyes: - Light...
Poor Sahakyan Martin... He was a boy with wide faces, thick eyebrows, and his laughter was like crying... He was lying on the stretcher with his leg on his leg, bold and heavy, and he seemed to be crying again.
Old Basar barked at his little brother's door, and in the burial place, on the bean meadows, on the old piles of manure and on the old apple trees, the nan's alarm hung.
- Ururururur, huy...
The white sky is semi-darkness for the old woman, and across that sky, the noses are spinning, all of them seen together in the white light.
- Huh huh...
In his mind, every minute it will rain and spoil the dry grass, the geese will eat the beans, the old dog will cut off its head, it will go to die in the barn, the rooster will fly, the daughters-in-law will fight with the sons, and from time to time he says:
- Goose, goose, goose, goose, you stay without an owner, without an owner. - Goose, collect those grasses. Ahchi, did you collect those grasses? - Oh, your tongue is dry, your tongue, that you are eating my child like that. - Stop!
The old gambrel comes alarmingly and looks at the old woman.
- Are you here, Basar...
The hay was drying, the old man was still waiting for what the old woman would say. the beehives were working furiously, and their hive was heavy and hot on the apiary, the ax did not knock on the door of the eldest son, somewhere nearby, a girl tinkled and laughed.
- Shame, shame on your face. Manishak... - called the old woman. - Ahchi, Manush, have you come from the mountain...
But there was no answer, but someone in the distance laughed again. And it wasn't a girl-child's laugh, it was a woman's laugh.
- Andranik! - called the old woman. - Andranik...
- Hey, what's up, our...
- Jan, why are you silent...
They laughed again, and this time the old woman really didn't like it.
- Andranik! Who is laughing?
- Who is laughing at me?
- Really...
- I don't know!
- First time!
- Hey!
- Did you change the horse?
- Yes!
A thick swarm of beehives hung over the apiary, then Sahak's herds came down the valley road to the river, and a woman in their group gave a warm and muffled laugh. There were four of them, two girls, almost an infant, a huge Jahel woman with the gait of a camel... or yes... the fourth was the girls' mother.
They say that a queen, somewhere in Persia, used to line up the soldiers and walk through them. which liked to take the night away. Then he would cut off his head so that the news would not spread. Oh ruthless, ruthless... If he was clever, he would go near at night, and then he would somehow split the gap between them. Birds from the window. Of course, there was a window, right?
- Andranik!
- What is it, our...
- A bee gives birth to a baby.
Andro listened, saw that the buzzing of his hives got stronger, looked at the sky and said:
- It's hot, hot, the sun is biting.
It would not be inconvenient if he went down to the river bank and changed his horse's place. Poor Alkho has been tied in the same place for a day and the rope may be tangled. They say that he is a great person, they say that the head of the school dropped a word, he doesn't seem to mind working here for a year. Say: Reuben, keep your nose to your food. someone else is seeing your wife, you have your eyes on someone else...
Andro tossed his ax into the shadows, shook his knees, and, hat over his eyes, descended the ravine. The horse, within the radius of the rope, had grazed until the black ground was plowed, had just dragged the ground and, standing in the center of the circle, in the sun, was drumming its belly.
"What are you doing?" Andro smiled. "It's a mistake, if you turned it into a pack horse, you will have to bend it, if you didn't bend it, it's a sin, you should leave it in the herd." - Because I'll take you to the mountain.
Andro pulled his horse up the river, the water fell and smiled as he crossed, and when he was about to cross the river again, he heard the old laugh again through the faint roar of the water. Andro got angry at the horse and, with his head down, his hat over his eyes, walked past them and bade them good day. The mother, sitting on the shore with her feet in the water, answered kindly, the girls, pooh-pooh, thin-thin, red panties as narrow as ribbons, stood on the finely polished quartz and laughed. One of the girls was laughing so warmly and softly. Andro did not notice what the giant was doing. And he was kind of upset that he hadn't seen the giant.
- Yes, master...- Andro turned around to hit the horse, the naked giant was bent over with his hands under his head, one leg bent, his glasses on his eyes... Andro did not hit the horse's head with the rope he gathered. The horse went back and forth and kicked the goad, then immediately jumped up and bit again. And kept throwing his head up and down. Then he stood quietly and sighed. And then Andro saw that the poor man was sweating in a minute, and said with pity and just like that:
- Poor horse, poor animal...
The girls giggled there again, and the other was pressed against the polished quartz, soft, detailed, and still. While driving the stake into the ground, Andro saw again. She was wearing a huge red tight panty and a bra, she was turned on her side, and her leg was very thick. Andro said laughing.
- Why are you wearing so much?
And looking slightly down from the head of the valley once again, Andro suddenly remembered his father, who was sitting under the same stone pulling a seal, and his mother, who was washing wool in the water, her legs were white and thin, and him, who was sitting on that rock and singing with the water. And for a minute it seemed very funny that here the father raises his head above the skin and the knife and sees that woman in the red tight panties. Wow... For a minute Andro wanted to laugh, but he was sad that he saw his father pulling a seal, and his father was white-haired and bearded, and for his father's mute grave and the silent green of the cemetery, and that those puffy girls had sprouted so thinly on the polished quartz.
The father carried the ax handle. He was standing on an old, black pile of manure with an ax in his hand and was playing with a pumpkin with his foot, his father was sitting in the hives and listening, and he suddenly said:
- Hey, my ax doesn't have a handle, does it...
- Oh really...- And the father looked at him with his mouth open from among his white hair and beard.
He walked over and, with his elbows on the wall of the apiary, smiled at his father.
- What should I do, my ax has no handle?
- Sarkem, sacrifice to you.
Little by little, caressingly, weakly, he polished, polished, polished with a glass, a hard cloth, with his palm, then he looked at his son with his mouth open. And he boasted - Sarketsi.
- It was old bread, he said, I cut it at your age. - And he looked at what Andranik would say, and he was definitely thinking a great meaning in it, which seemed to be there, as if it wasn't. It was just an ash stump, but it was cut a long time ago. - I looked, he said, the tree I cut from is gone... - And again he looked at his son with his mouth open.
Then he got up and went to the side of the closet. He lost the narrow path, fell against the horse and began searching for the buttons of his trousers.
"Fear, my dear, fear..." moaned Andro, straightening his back.
That was the word of the poor blacksmith: fear, my dear, fear. That poor blacksmith was about to beat the mouth of the axe, he took a look and realized that the shaft was made by his father. "Care is the custom of our elders, Andranik. Because we have lost a lot. Well, I won't be here tomorrow, you will know that I was good like your father, Andranik. "Eh," he said with a sad smile, "being good is the custom of my elders." Become a light. "Say Sebastian. Wouldn't you understand? Say Swas, our home. Wouldn't you understand? What kind of person is that, boy? Is it a tractor or a person?"
- First...
- Hey!
- Why aren't you working?
- Are you our president?
- Really?
- I'm working, working!
- Ha! Sacrifice to you.
The sunflowers made their rounds in silence, the soil in the tomato meadow soaked up the water, the pears dripped, the thick buzzing of the honey-stealing borax broke the monotonous concert of the beehives, the manager Margo came out from the bend of the path, buckets in hand, and slowly trudged to the spring. The skirt of the heavy robe covered-opened the knee, covered-opened the knee. He bent down in his robe and took water from the well. He stood with his hands on his hips, blew, pulled over the robe and let go of the rubber underneath, stayed for a while and expanded again, split into two in the robe and gathered again. And when the bucket turned over in his hand, he saw Andro standing under the quail.
"Hello, friend Margo," said Andro.
- Hello, Andro.
- How are you, friend Margo?
- Thank you, Andro.
- How is friend Ruben?
"Comrade Ruben, well, it's good," said the manager's wife, with a smile on her lips, her hair on her forehead.
"Well..." said Andro worriedly, "then why are you coming to the water?"
- Why, what will happen?
- Well, it's hot, they say your heart isn't working well either.
- Urururururur, huy...
"Man," laughed Andro, "that old woman is a factory, the Kirovakan chemical factory." Comrade Margo, I said to the factory, I remembered. what are you going to do with those puppies?
The driver's wife did not understand.
- Sako's son and your Martiros son.
- For what?
"You don't know," Andro laughed. "Man," Andro laughed, "those spoiled brats... You don't know, friend Margot?"
The woman put the button of the robe through the hole, looked straight at Andro, and she saw that there was gum in his mouth, he was chewing. Slowly, silently, she chews her soft lips apart and looks at Andro with honey-colored eyes.
- On the way to the mountain, those minors, Andro said gloomily, "they caught the blacksmith's grandson, they wanted to do naughty things." Once they wanted to cheat with an apple, they promised apples, and once again they ripped the cloth by force.
"Look, look," said the manager's wife.
"What class are they in?" Andro asked sadly.
The woman took the buckets and left. - Eighth.
- What will you do with them now, friend Margo?
- Andranik!
"Me?" said the woman, "Ruben didn't hear."
- First time!
- What is it, ours?
- Who are you talking to?
- Our Margo!
- Really?
"Eh!" said Andro, "tell me, what do you need?" Reuben's Margo!
- Yes! Sacrifice!
- That's it, record it, - murmured Andro.
The heavy robe brushed against her knees and her body above the knees beneath the robe. Their house is cool, heavy, dark with green curtains, there are carpets and bearskin on the floor, there is a refrigerator, and Ruben, the August fox, is reading magazines on the sofa.
- What kind of teacher are you? - Andro said, lying down in his seat. - What kind of teacher are you? - He said, sitting down and leaving. - You got the diploma and fell on the village. Are you getting paid? If you kill a bear, you don't pay a fine. Are you going to Evpatoria? "My heart is sick, it has gone down." Let me lift it, lift it so that it doesn't move.
- Andranik!
Andro was pulling back the cover of the hive. the cloth clung to the hoops, tore off with soft difficulty, and from the shock the bee flew out in swarms. One of them rose up with the palm of his hand and got tangled in his arm. Andro blew on the smoker, it came off the wing and hit him in the forehead.
- That old woman is out of her mind, isn't she?
A donkey laden with hay came out of the dense forest above and swayed slowly on the path.
The rims were heavy, warm honey glistening in the full cells, but not yet sweet. They will make love for two days, after two days they will have sex. You have to remove both of the circles below, put the empty ones. They will take it. If the weather gets in the way, the frames underneath will give it back. The sleeper burned sharply, and another got tangled in her hair, then buzzed in her ear and disappeared.
- Andranik!
"O woman, what do you want?" Andro was angry. The nape was burning sharply, the neck also started to hurt.
A hill of grass and donkeys turned away from the path, going down the path of Andro's house. And the owner of the donkey was still not seen. must have been an old man or a child. "Stepan is doing well. I have been sick for ten years, and his cow does not lack grass." Andro put the frame in place, took the cloth next to it, leaned it against the hive, made a space for the cloth in the center, put it down, and as he was spreading the cloth, he was bitten on the face of his hand. Andro smiled. ten to fifteen kilos will be extracted from that hive. That's right, a dick. The year was a good year. He put the roof, wanted to remove the sting from the face of his hand, his fingers could not hold it. "A person is really sick, does he have to die for us to believe? What is the feed of a cow? A person wakes up from a good sleep, he will reap in a day."
The grass went behind the fence, behind the barn, turned by the pear tree to Andro's house, and there Andro saw that it wasn't a donkey.
- Andranik!
- Hey!
- Who brings grass?
- Mariam.
- Tell me, can't you talk a little?
- That's what you say, again.
He came, slapped against the tree and swayed, he wanted to lean on the log and rest, but he didn't. The grass didn't fit the log. Under the slap, he sat down on the ground and gave a faint smile.
- When did you return, lady citizen?
- I'm coming to see you, are you extracting honey?
"Yes, the minister is coming," Andro said. "Andranik brother, I'm out of fuel, just live!"
He changed the place of the ropes on his shoulders, changed them again and said:
- What am I lacking from the minister?
"On the contrary," laughed Andro, "you're better with a slap."
- I hit his head, he tore off my wings.
- Couldn't you tie it a little looser?
- The reapers tied up.
"Akhchi, do you bring it from the mountain?" Andro was surprised.
- Now where does the grass come from in the village?
- You will live. When did you come from the city?
- Yesterday.
- Was the cheese sold?
- It's spilled.
- How many days did you stay?
- Four.
"It seems," Andro said.
- Have I fallen in love?
- A lot!
- No, like your wife.
- There are no things to compare. Is your eye sharp? They bit.
- Are you going to become a bully?
- Looking. Sometimes it swells, sometimes it doesn't.
- Bend over, bend over. Buried, not visible.
- Are you satisfied with your son-in-law?
- He is a working boy for himself, again.
- When you give a person to a child?
The sting was not removed. the fingers were stiff and the ropes got in the way. Andro had fallen on his leg with a bony weight and turned his thick head against him. And a piece of wood or a stone hardened underfoot.
- Let your house be built, - Mariam complained, - at least remove these terrible ties from my neck.
- Well, if you understand that much, take it off again.
He came out from under the blanket and stood straight, dry and stiff. cloth-clad pole.
- There is someone who wants it, the ninth one finished this year, I'll give it to you, Andro.
- You will be alone.
- I'm not alone, what am I?
- Ahchi, - laughed Andro, - Ahchi, come on, give yourself a man too, it's over and go.
- You laugh, laugh...
Andro hit the last bar and now that the cart looked like a cart, he saw that the carters would curse him. The back was too wide. No matter how they loaded it, it would tend to drown the oxen.
- Well, go, how hot you are, said Andro.
- As if you made it, huh!
"Keep your head down," said Andro, "get under the load."
But when Andro came out of the barn with the chain in his hand, he was still standing with the damp cloth on his back, shirtless, his men's shoes big on his feet, his breasts worn, worn out and probably braless. He helped with whatever he could, he hid Vasil's death, he should have given the horse, he managed to mow the grass, he pulled a log without a special request, but that's Mariam.
Mariam drank water and threw the rest on Andro's face. - You laugh, laugh... - and with a pinch she wanted to tear off the cloth stuck to her back. Then he took it back and wiped his shoulder. "I'm tired," he said, "I'm already cold," and sat on the cart.
- You are breaking, get up. Ahchi... - clapped Andro, - so you know what I saw today, what I saw, I saw a white buffalo in the water. If you want to help, bring the ling. You're not blind, it's under your foot," he put the rope in the chain and squealed, and put the end of the rope on the ground. "Bring the rope. It's stalling. Damn it, stupid. Live! Buffalo, what a buffalo! If there was a pretender with a grace, three pieces of Mariam would come out, and one Ashkhen from the rest.
- Did you look at the order?
- Ahchchi...
And there Maryam said:
- Zahrumari... see buffaloes left by you.
Andro was confused and sad there. Here he married a girl, he seems to be the owner of a grandson, but he is only forty years old.
"Mariam," said Andro.
- What is it?
- Mariam, how old are you?
"I'm sixteen," said Mariam, "I'm a young girl."
- Are you forty?
- Thirty-six. I'm thirty-six years old, Andro.
- Pah, pah, pah, pah, pah, fourteen.
- Go ahead, - Mariam said sadly. - Go ahead.
"You don't tell news," laughed Andro.
- I was twenty, it's gone, head of business.
- Mariam.
- What is it?
- How many years are you inhuman?
Mariam looked at the pear tree, looked at the beehives, then looked at Andro.
- Are you laughing?
Andro played with the ax with his foot.
- Mariam... Mariam, is it very difficult for an inhuman? Is it difficult? I'm not asking about wood-grass. I know the wood and the grass, so, without a man, is it very difficult?
Maryam looked at him with dry lips parted.
- Mariam... Mariam... don't be offended, did you have a man?
Jealous and thirsty Mariam was silently looking at the pear tree.
- Mariam... - said Andro, - Mariam, why do you need a cow? Why do you keep a cow, Mariam? Sell ​​it, go man. Go live with your daughter in your husband's house, why are you suffering, Mariam? How many times will you live, fool? What's your business keeping cows, Mariam? Mariam, - Andro said with his head down, - don't bring grass with a sledgehammer, don't kill yourself, Mariam.
And because he was as light as a dry branch and the planks of the throne did not bend under him, Andro remembered his burden and the stiff ropes. And because it was hard to get back up anymore, Andro thought life was short. And because his breast was swollen, Andro cursed the colossus that lay by the water. And because his shoulders were blackened by the ropes, Andro remembered his friend Margot's gum-chewing mouth. And because he was as weak as a slain bird, and tears flowed from his eyes, Andro pitied him. Andro loved her because she was helpless, trembling, hot, burning. It was on fire.
A bee was struggling to get out on the white window, Andro in a tie and Ashken with painted lips were watching from the wall, and the deer on the carpet, then the yellow leg of the clock flashed in the semi-darkness, Ashken's thick checkered shawl was hanging on the hanger under the door, somewhere in the distance the rooster called and was answered from under the window. tsugh-ru-ghu...
- Ururururur, huy...
- Ashken will kill me.
The ropes were cut, the neck was black, black, and the body was white, and on the white were the bruises of a hard whip.
"Akhchi, wasn't there any soft grass?" Andro got angry.
"Ahchi," Andro complained, "why are you wearing these thick things in the heat of this summer?"
- Narrow, there are thin ones, red ones, - thought Andro, - I'll go to Kirovakan, I'll get them for you.
- Tell the truth, - laughed Andro, - was I good or Sahak?
"Akhchi, someone special," Andro was angry, "Who was Sahak that you didn't reject Sahak?"
"Next time," ordered Andro, "don't listen." How old am I?
- I understood too late, Andro was sad. "It's a pity that I understood too late." "You are the guilty one," smiled Andro, "come on, tell me." Did you say grass? Did you want a horse? Sing, say. How is it in Russia?
- You are laughing, - Mariam smiled sadly. - You are all one. He took it so hard that I didn't even have a face, then he stood up and opened his mouth, and he grabbed my hair and pulled his fist. At least some of my older girls felt uncomfortable. Oh, I'll bury the buried head of Vasili, who left me in this fire, he saw his death...
"Well," Andro said, "don't worry."
Andro left the house, the fox Gikor was sitting under the pear tree and was showing that he had not seen Andro yet.
"You have to keep a dog" - thought Andro and remembered that he has a dog, he is climbing.
- Did you sleep, Andre?
"Yes," said Andro, "I was sleeping, our Mariam came and woke me up." And Andro yawned and said: "What's wrong, what's wrong?"
- Your pear has arrived.
"Yes," said Andro, "taste it."
- No tooth left. Your honey is doing well, Andre," Gikor praised. "Half of them didn't want an attic. there was a good family, last year was good, this year it gave birth twice. He's gone crazy. Are you ready to pull, Andre?
- Let's see.
- Where will this fruit go? Take it, it's a pity. Andre," Gikor looked sharply, "I came to you with a request. Say, what request?
"My bee has given birth, I don't have a hive... either you will have the one made, or you will make one from the female today. "Why," said Andro at once, "how old were you when you didn't have teeth?"
- Sixty seven.
Andro laughed and got upset, "Why are you lying to me? I'm not a pension commissioner."
Mariam quietly left the house and stood by the pillar with her hands on her knees.
And seeing them both thus on a balcony, and noticing Andro's black hair-beard, Gikor decided that they had long been bound together, "a single woman, without which it would be difficult," and that, therefore, it was Andro who had taken the log of his door last winter. It was a dry, good log, on the ridge of the mountain road. He had to cut it himself, but the cutter had already cut it.
- I am ninety. Ten from there, fifty-seven from here, sixty-seven. I remember you child like today.
"I'm kidding, kidding," laughed Andro, "don't be upset."
- Even if it's not a joke, why should I be angry with you?
Mariam quietly passed by Andro, by Gikor, stood for a moment next to the grass, then put her wings in the ropes and immediately sat down on all fours. As she passed him, Andro saw again that she was relaxed. He was hiding there under the grass, gathering strength to get out.
"Should I help you?" Gikor said and changed his step.
He didn't answer, then he took one hand and knee off the ground, didn't fight and slowly got up. Before his other hand was off the ground, Andro saw his black face and swollen neck.
"Whoa, you're still strong," Andro said as he left.
He got out, shook the load on his back and, before turning away, Andro saw his faded smile again. And heard his words from the path, near the pear tree.
- Exactly, I'm solid.
The load of grass fell against the branches of the pear tree, he leaned, almost fell, then backed up and pushed forward. The branches broke out and the ripe pear fell.
- Can I take a pear?
- You fool, - shouted Andro, - there's food in your mouth, take it from the top, again.
With a trick, he picked up the spilled ones, tore them from the top and still laughed.
"She's a very good woman," said the fox Gikor, "Jahel, she's a strong woman."
Gikor, then, wanted the horse. Kazakh has a few bushels, five bushels, of wheat. it is impossible with his horse, the roads are bad, he will go at night, and his horse is stupid. The strong is strong, but he is stupid, he is angry, he dumped the old woman that day. The roads are bad, it will break. The past is nothing. Is it a five-pointer, is it a six-pointer? He will go at night so that it is not hot for the horse, one day the barley will give rest to the front, he will come at night so that it is not hot for the horse.

Ashkhen finished the cow before everyone else, gave the milk, gave the most milk himself, scratched the cows, polished them, loved and caressed the cows, cleaned the calf, the cleanest calf was his calf, the calves were fat and strong, he gave them to the calf, arranged and made his tent beautiful, washed with hard soap separately, smelled separately, combed and tied the headscarf (others don't wear a headscarf if they comb their hair, if they wear a headscarf, they don't comb their hair, but she herself is so clean from above and below), put a gold ring on her finger, - she is a woman of the family, - she put on a gold watch, and so pure, and so advanced, and so honest, so punctual, so beautiful, she stood in front of the farm manager Levon.
And so humble, modest, so meek, and so Armenian, and so village, she didn't speak herself, so honorable, she waited for Uncle Levon to speak.
- What is it, Ashken?
- Uncle Levon...- And being so shy, so far from the city's intelligence and village linguists, he waited for Uncle Levon to understand what the leader Ashken wanted.
- Are you going somewhere, Ashken?
Ashken nodded.
- If you will get the milk tomorrow, why are you asking? It's your free time, do whatever you want.
Ashken is like that. without taking permission, he will not put his foot in front of the horse. And Ashken understands everything. knows that the reaper working in the valley below will reap the curds. And Ashken is open-handed. will take the milk from his own cows. And Ashken is caring. will carry it with his hand, breaking his arm from pain. And Ashken is tactful. will give them to eat, and he himself, modest, meek, humble, will wait with his eyes on the ground, will play with the ground with a blade of grass. And Mary will go to the spring of water. they are old friends from girlhood, they silently understand each other and understand that women will fetch the water for the mower.
Ashkhen washed the bucket well, put it under the reed tap, checked that the bucket wouldn't overturn after it was filled, took Mariam aside so that grass and dirt wouldn't fall into the bucket, took off Mariam's headscarf so that it wouldn't tear, grabbed all her hair at once so that the bunch wouldn't be small and wouldn't break, and hit her shoulders, breasts, stomach, back, to the chest, then again to the shoulders, breasts, stomach, back, chest. Then he bent his head and hit him only on the back, back, back, so that there would be no pain and no bruises. Then Ashkhen gave Mariam a drink of water, gave her a comb to comb her hair, tied her headscarf and took the buckets himself, because Mariam had difficulty staying on her feet.