Tashkent

Jandar Tevan came from an indescribably big, world-wide journey! He came, laughed and pulled a heifer under the grass and slaughtered it, he seemed to be a distinguished guest, and the old Tevik slaughtering the heifer in front of the guest. The wife, Sopi, and the other Tevan, Sirun, stood and watched what the new bride was doing and what she was saying, they thought she was well drunk, now she would fall down and sleep for a night, but she pulled her under the grass and slaughtered the lamb after the round-the-world trip. Around the world, that is, we get lost from here three days ago, we don't know where we are, what language and what we speak for three days, and we constantly smell gasoline and quince, and three days later we see ourselves here, in front of Sopni, the new bride, Meus Tevk and the new baby. We throw the blanket in the Keghut hayfield, with the heat on our backs, we hit the horses of Nav-urt and Kechut Tsmak, Jarkhech, Ghazakh, Armenian-Turkish Golden Dancers for three days on horseback, on foot, on a Yerevan-Tbilisi colored bus for a good ride, then they give us a car, they come to our door in our honorable truck, we see a child's hat in our hand and we say "what is this tsipot, who gave it to us?" and we laugh and like an old dream we strongly remember that three days ago we put back the colonel's hat and looked from the Keghut slopes to the Arkank slopes and before our eyes our heart testified that the sheep was cut off from the bride's face, we threw the girder like that and we ran into the horses of Nav-urt with an Acharkut mask, three horses, ours his hand then, while rolling from Keghut, tore off the tchipot and held it like that for three days - as if it were someone else's hand and the tchipot was in someone else's hand, and all that time it smelled like a woman, quince, rust and dust, here, Jandar Tevan came from a victorious raid. came, put the hat on Tarek and laughed.
"Pa-pa-pa-pa," he said, "this is not a hat, it's a sword that cuts through the people and passes through them like a general." "Yes," he said, "from Jarkhechavank to Voskepar and the Red Bridge, the people are fighting and taking honor from both sides."
There was a half-full bottle of vodka in his pocket, he was struggling to sit on his knees, they said he will sleep well now, they told him to lie down, we will throw a cloth over him, but he did not sleep - he dragged him under the grass and slaughtered a calf. They thought it was an arrangement, they would have a guest, but no - he just pulled for the four of them and slaughtered one of the females.
Whether it was a joke or a joke, militia colonel Vladimir Melikyan's hat played a role or not, that was it. Jandars had brought him, healthy and nothing but a hangover, and counting twenty-five worms.
Two floral shawls for the bride and groom. they want to throw it on their heads, they want it on their shoulders, it was very suitable in both ways, they became the Turk's Khan, he had brought a two-kilogram piece of halva for Tevan's child, a folding knife for Tevan, 2 r. 75 k. the half-empty green bottle of vodka (half of them had sipped from a bottle in the car cabin so as not to fall asleep from the hot smell of gas), the shawls, we said, two flowered shawls for the brides, three grains of khaki in his pocket, which he had torn from Jarkhechavank's thorn, but they were khaki and remained in Sopni's buk, as before Jarkhechavank, for another reason, Jandar they were left in the opening, so they were holding a watermelon and six radio charges - Polny pariadok, Dagestan had been looted, and there was three rubles money in their pocket, a piece of clover, a child's cap in their hand, and a colonel's hat on their head. He came to the place where he was standing, hissed, saw his hand, said.
- What kind of kid is this, what kind of child did I take this from?
He was completely unaware of those three rubles, even one of those three, that is, he was not aware that he had it, he thought it was like that, he was embarrassed in front of the driver of the bright Yerevan-Tbilisi bus and all those colorful people. the driver said: "Aren't you a villager? There is a thousand rubles in every fold of your clothes." Jandar said: "No, I said. we don't give up, we have, but we came out unprepared, the incident cut us off" and he put his hand in his pocket and really disgraced himself, folding that trident. now we don't understand well whether the driver threw it away from him with a Tbilisi focus, did Jandar himself ever go to the store and forgot it in his pocket after the break, or did he come from Yerevan with Vladimir Melikyan's jacket, although no, Hambo's girl turns the pockets, washes, irons them and sends them cleanly ironed.
The bitter rust of the morning came and whistled, his short-legged, broad-backed Mongolian figure stumbled, giggled, and the watermelon rolled from his lap near the old graves. - Ayta, catch him, - he laughed, - Jarkhechetsi ran away, make a fist, catch him.
The other Tevan was behind the barn in a T-shirt and pants, he shivered as if he had been struck by evil and his urine remained half-finished. The sleepy red one jumped towards the watermelon, with its proud head held high and ready to hit the watermelon with its paw, but it smelled "shit", grabbed it and jumped back. What a cry and longing it was, as if it was not three days but three years of military service absence, he fell on the ground, crawled and writhed. although he is crouched, he is still a puppy - like a puppy dog, he was panting and whining like a dog, you said he would stop missing now. they jumped on each other's faces, rolled over and licked each other well to relax. The other dogs stood and watched.
"Well, well, well," he said standing up, "dog boy." that you are dying of longing like this, you will fulfill your state obligation well next time, otherwise your Jandar will leave and never come. - But how could the poor dog be here and there at the same time?
It was cold, that is, it was not cold yet, but it was cold. - The other Tevan lost a grass shoe, but he managed to catch a thick-skinned, dark green, almost black watermelon. From Jandar's idle expression, he already decided that there was a station between Kazakh and us, the house of a clumsy fool, like pulling a knife, his mouth filled with bitterness in a minute, and at that moment he decided exactly what to do. Jandar had whispered for three days, that is, that on this day next year, when the children will have come down from the mountains for school, the fool of Jarkhetsi will lose twenty-five girls counted and chosen and will lose them anyway, and he went to meet his friend with a change of shirt and a jacket on his shoulders, they said a couple of words to each other in their language, and the decision about Jarkhetsi was confirmed - but we say, to us as it was left half and half pulled back in, Sirun remained sour.
Needless to say, he didn't consider the gift of a knife, he took the radio charges. he opened the knife, examined it, liked it, but folded it and put it in the bag, as if it was not his, it was not given to him. It wasn't a dagger, but it had a dagger groove on the blade, it would have cut a good pozukpalka, it would have made a good skin and cut a piece of wood the thickness of the arm, it had an iron ring on the end of the solid handle made of buffalo horn, that is, it should have been hung from a leather belt, but it was not hung, it was folded and put on the tarek. Radio six charge. he sharpened a knife, whether it's a radio or a radio, the technical issues are on him - he opened the back of the radio, took out the old ones, put the new ones in an orderly and careful manner, and right in the morning it was time for a special concert, Lusik Koshyan was singing for the workers of the village, new shoes in his hand, his child danced his paws on the bed, two days ago the old man had brought the shoes from the village store and the child was sleeping in the shoes, but - I was shocked by the decision to deprive the stupid poor man, his mouth became bitter, just like his own mouth, he was bitter and remained bitter, as if he had neither found a loss nor returned a friend, he stood aside from the concert and the joy of the brides and remained so.
The brides said we don't know what came from the village and saw the absent me, that's it. Zandari Sopi said, otherwise, what ability or what right does Mews's new bride have to look and understand her husband's mood? it's hard to hear, the child's ears are heavy, or it's just from school, otherwise he'll die, that schoolgirl who changed two women would give him a mountain, - he looks carefully with blue eyes and doesn't understand anything, he still didn't understand that twenty-five worms disappeared in front of him. Jandar said: - Yes. - Yes, he said, if the reason was our absence, we are present now, and if there is another absence, no loss is found in this world without loss, that is, if it is lost and you find it in the same way. He said: "Did you notice the horse came?" They said: what horse? He laughed and said, "I say so too, what horse?"
They thought he would sleep, they said he would drink tea with bread now, the day would go on as usual, but he caught his return and made a celebration. But the joy hadn't warmed up yet, the other got up and said I left. where? Tashkent. what about Tashkent? I have brothers in Tashkent, I'm going to bring them. ah!
Sopi was catching the blood of the deer for the dogs, Jandars kicked the bowl like an extravagant king, that is, what kind of saving is that, we have come as a victorious prince, don't we have the right to give the blood of a deer to the ground? - he pushed the bowl back from under the neck with his foot, the skin seemed to be in the presence of high guests. They don't catch the blood from the guests, it gets lost, they don't let the dogs lick them, they are ashamed of the dogs' faces in front of the guests, they throw away the guts so that the citizens don't say they are thrifty peasants. "If a villager slaughters a chicken, then either the chicken is sick or he is sick." But he allowed it, they pulled the bowl under his neck, took the blood to the last bit, cut the intestine so that they wouldn't be dragged, mixed it with the blood, and put it in front of the dogs. When the Turk slaughters, you have to stand next to him like a child, watch and learn. Our friendly Turks have taught us that a sheep has nothing to throw away except an inch of red intestine, but you have to think about it for dogs. Even the bile. if you are sick with gums, you should rinse and spit with hot bile, it kills rust and hardens your teeth, and if your teeth are healthy, it makes them even healthier. He cut off the claws of his paws and threw them to the dogs, he cut out only half of his liver and gave it to the red gelding. He said:
- Hren-ha! You have six watermelons on the tables, Hren Tsitskara, the sheep that drove away will flog one of them.
Soppy had cut it, Tevan's baby Mews had landed on the watermelon pulp, swimming in the red sweetness.
He fed the dogs and said.
- Let me see you, today's shepherd is just you, we are at a big wedding today.
We all find it difficult to leave the wedding venue. the red gelding and the other, who considered themselves Jandar's dog, went with difficulty, but they went. They stayed there for a while licking their mouths and went after their sheep. the other two, who thought they were Other Tevanin, went to their master and looked at him. Their owner came from the village two days ago dressed and tied, he was still standing with his hands in his pockets, he didn't even tell me to stretch out my leg and put it on the snake's leg, he is beating my brother's leg in agony. The new baby, the attentively looking and hard listening new bride, Jandar's Sopi and Jandar himself, no matter what they said, the dogs did not leave Mews's sides, until Mews got angry and bent down as if to pick up a stone, they looked there dumbfounded. They had set off in a car at night, the twenty-five ewes that had been captured and taken back were scattered among the barns and would remain like that until the evening and the next morning, the dogs said that they accept the herd as a whole sheep and because of them they did not leave, but the other two understood why and left. These were simply not cut off from Tevan's foot. If we speak correctly, if the dogs had not spread to the village, the worms would not have been lost. yesterday's schoolboy who was playing with a child was picked up one by one and driven away. But we will consider ourselves losers and unmanly, if the woman of Jarkhetsi is in the parade on our famous night next fall. We said it's good that at least the owner's word is taken into account, but at that moment the new baby stretched out its paw - and now they were staring at the old cemetery. Jandar said:
- You taught badly, badly. if it was a Turk's dog and he said go and sit and look?
With his hands in his pockets, the Other raised his pretty face and his eyes twinkled like him.
- What should I do if my skirt is not coming off like a child?
"I don't know," he said, "so that I don't open my mouth on your dogs more or less."
Jandar said only that much about it, but not that much was allowed. the poor new bride would finally begin to understand that the worms were lost in front of her; Sopi, the new bride's teacher and in general the owner of the whole economy of the two, came with a half-full bottle of vodka, shoved it into Jandar's mouth, and the new bride looked and learned that sometimes her husband is like that, when he has a knife in his hand and his white, blond-haired hands are bloody, you have to drink it with your own hand... but Sirun Tevik, when was he going to give the poor bride so much power over her? Jandar drank a sip or two and the place turned into full laughter, the Mongol's green eyes swallowed.
"You housebreaker," he said, "he lit it." You bring me on an empty stomach, you don't tell me this guy has not seen bread or land for three days and nights. "I have eaten," he said, "a piece of cake."
Our friendly Turks have taught us that throwing an ax at mutton is a crime - with bone games, you have to play with the knife in your hand, the ax breaks the bone. Jandar, like a Turk, cut a couple of pieces with games and bone games and said, "Daloo!" - But the other Tevan, Sirun, did not take ownership of the matter. wearing his signature blue suit, hands in pockets, hovering next to the withdrawn maggots and examining them like a kind of stranger, as if either the maggots belonged to someone else or he was someone else. Jandar and Sopi looked at each other like a human and said to each other without words. its lordship caught. Sopik got angry with the housekeeper and told him to go change your clothes and take possession of this meat, but he turned his pretty face and looked at her, that is, whatever suit your husband wears, you will do your orders to him. And even more. At the poor new bride, although Sop had cut the watermelon, he got angry saying that it is not possible to lose a child in a watermelon like that. Its politeness really caught on.
"Bring it," said Jandar, "bring it." put your bottle up, let this room light up a bit.
He drank a couple of sips from the woman's hand, laughed and collapsed. "I saw this man's face, I remembered it," he said, "face, face, face, guys, soft, you put it under your shoulder or your head gets buried in it."
But the Other apparently intended to break Jandar's mood as well. From there to here
"As if you brought what?" he said, "whose are these?"
They said either they are not a mine or they are not ours, but his speech was not about that. said:
"Whose they are, let them come and find out for themselves, otherwise I don't know who they are," and he raised his beautiful face and squinted his eyes like himself.
Jandaris didn't care, drinking and sleeping was laughing at his head. "Come," he said, "come," he said, "my new bride, stand close so you can hear it too." Jandar saw a movie, he tells you. "Teva," he called, "do you know Jarkhechavank, as they call Haghartsi?" Guys, click, click, click, all of them are engineers and all of them are engineers. Astanavis, Melikyan. Sorry, we were in the army Melikian - Derzhi, Darmayed. They tied an air train, they come down from the sky through the air, they sit on Jandar's shoulders. Seal, seal, seal, seal! Jandars bows his head to the flying horse, the artist paints. Jandars stretches out his hands, twists them tightly and brings the painted one directly to the ground - that Lusyan! Jandars puts his shoulder under the mask and jumps the horse, the artist paints - that Dusyan two! Jandars puts his hat on his head and stands ready - it's Nadya, all three! Jandars sweated and cut water, but he is ashamed in front of foreign people and pulls his sweat back, honest word, the khak zker is left to open, may its owner also die there. Jandar's hat was painted on a girl's head. was it a girl or a lady - he would know that too. but the fact that the horse was painted under thirty kankas is nothing to swear by.
Sopik is a woman, it was known even in Jarkhechavank that before that story, Sopik would act like a woman, that is, she would press her lips and not listen, but Tevik. He wasn't happy, he didn't give an explanation, he didn't add a bit, it wasn't enough, he stopped and said:
- What are you talking about?
That theater must have really happened, Jandars started again.
- I say thirty, you know forty and fifty. - Jandard put the horse so hard once in a while, the artist painted it.
He closed his eyes and said.
- What horse?
Jandar became poor and bent his neck. "Simon's poor yabu," he said.
"Where is he now?" he said.
"He didn't come?" he said. - I took my belt off my head, I said you go, he must have come.
He was suffocating, he was simply suffocating, he didn't say that he is my brother and friend of all these years. "If the Lord asks, you will tell it like that," he said, "you will tell me. In Jarkhechadzor, I took the connection off my head, I told you to get out of this gelugor without me. I'm getting on a colored bus and I don't know where I'm going after what." - And his mouth was white, his eyes were blinking. And he has a habit of closing his eyes and raising his face, the thin eyelids vibrate over the closed eyes, the stiffness of the thin, white lips is from the harsh weather of the mountain.
"Sorry," said (Jandar). In other words, we did not have time to examine and understand, thank you.
- Well, cut your hair, he said.
But Jandar forgot the condition. "Oh!" he laughed.
Tevik planted his finger on that stupid gaping mouth, but both his finger remained planted and Jandar's mouth was open in admiration. With the head of a great big horse, Nav, right in the middle of the old herd, right in the center of the Nav, so far apart that the beholder would say there were three and not two, and so close together that the beholder could see and say they were the old union of the three, Rostom's blond stallion, the Elder's old mare, Simon's red yabu, Tsmakut's last horses, stood with their heads high. They came out of the valley grazing and grazing and before descending the slopes of this face, they stood for a minute against our familiar, our native, our already old world, which goes through mowed fields, fields, forests, clearings and odd trees to the warm mists of the Crimea.
So, with thyme, salt, Sopik had preserved onions, with onions and imagine almost only by himself, that is, almost without water, as the guests make us den from our copper and put their own kashlama from ready-made meat, they put kashlama, the sweet smell of meat was already coming out, they sat next to each other and waited for it to cook at least a little, and Jandar Tevan took the crime upon himself. he pushed back the canopy of the colonel's hat and Acharkut looked with his big head at the ship, from where he actually lost his horse, - he put his hat back and froze in admiration.
- It's Gozinghadneme! - he said in Turkish - it's luck, luck.
At the exact moment the incident happened, the sky darkened and Jandaris star came out. came out, Jandar was the first to say: lift the hat from your eyes and follow me, I know the place of your loss. It happened that Jandars made a mistake, wasted time and travel, Jarkhechavank's movie didn't happen because of us, let's not count that, he froze for a whole night, he waited in vain in the bushes of Kechut for the poor thief to come and fall by himself, in vain, but the star later said: you made a mistake, boy, let's go like this now.
Jandar's eyes filled up, Jandars cried like a girl. "Hey," he said, "hey...he has come, that enemy has come out of the valley, he has come to the homeland."
A horse, we understand, is a horse everywhere (let's forget the tanneries of Kazakh and Kentron), but our heart weakens a little when we imagine our Tsmakut horses, boys, gone girls, sold cows, God's lambs in a foreign land, we think they all have the same longing and sadness as we do, stand in a foreign country and cry.
"Hey," he said, "hey... there was a problem with the bus, I took off my belt, I said now you and your wits, you will find the way alone, if you find it, I said, I will be grateful to God if you don't find it, then know that Jandar did a great harm to your master." He said, "He pulled the homeland out of the valley."
The other was dressed like an executive committee, dissatisfied, that is, he is dissatisfied no matter what you do, he was standing - Jandar was so happy and sad like an orphan, he cried and laughed so much that Sopik got angry with him.
- I will bury their heads and the heads of their horses. if they were in need, they would keep them at their doors, they buy a car when they pay the money, that's enough, he said.
"No, Sopo, no," he said, "you're a woman, you won't understand." speaking against the car is not our thing... eh! to attack the people's colored bus... the car is good, but our horse. - And asking him for his justice, he bent his neck so imploringly that Sopi blushed and turned his face away. That was a separate subject of laughter, it was normal to miss him in three days. We are human dolls for so many years, we haven't looked at the face once to see what it looks like, and we haven't looked once to see what it looks like, Dsegha, as our uncles said, we liked a girl for you and the name we found out is Sopi, like Ohani Sopni, we said that's it, Tevik-Sopik. She said, "I will shake your head on the ground", that is, she believed that her husband was there for joy, but in the depths of her heart she knew the truth - that the poor boy was tormented under them and, if he was so happy for the return of the horse, then he himself was facing horror.
As the incident happened suddenly, from the slopes of Keghut to Nav-urt by the head of the valley and the winter houses, he signaled to Rostom Melikyan's proud shikabashi that it is not a horse, it is a horse's lightning from the old times, but proud and confident like its owner, he did not let Jandar near him, he said you are not my Rostom. The elder's old zombie had been caught quietly, but then the shikabash and the yabu would have gone after him - instead of the secret intelligence of Genghis Khan's open army. Simon asked Uncle Yabu to stand and bend his neck. Brother, please, I will reach Mongolia with short legs! Poghoskilisa and Jarkhech, brother, winter is coming, Jandars and you will stay in the mountains, I will leave you to eat grass from my pile. Yabu stood up, staggered and caught himself, think he said. that you are Jandar, let's go. Just one night Kechut was frozen under Jandar in the forest, not counting a couple of men, he was photographed under forty women in Jarkhechavank...
But we are not talking about horses. the horses came down from Nav-urt on this side, they were in the open slopes. It's not about Jandar Tevan either - it's about the other, Sirun Tevk.
Lobu dry sari is an example of you, an impudent black Karachi took away the child's virginity and left him inferior, no matter how sweet the woman is and no matter how bitter she is, consider her father's impermissible wife. Like a wrongly tied load, you say now it will turn over, now it will fall into the valley, confused, confused. Let's say, for example, that a child drowns and falls into the house, or that the militia doctors take the mother out of the grave, and that the noise of the black radio immediately spreads among the people, that there is an opinion of hand-poisoned, that Tevan killed Vardo with poison, so imagine. And don't let them leave you close to the grave, and the people will withdraw from you and even Jandar will stand aside from your path and believe that it is possible that you have poisoned the mother of your children, your mother-in-law, your reaper, the farmer of your house with bread. And then they don't give a paper of innocence, an open-hearted statement, a report about an unfortunate pregnancy, that is, that the doctor of Hovt had a bloodbath - they silently retreat to the local half-joggers and leave you so lost in the enemy's night that the open mockery of our black radio from Tsmakut will seem like a friend's call in a hostile evening: "Your tiger came out undefeated, achchi!" Where is the white thorn? you say that the poison itself did not give it." Let's say, for example, that his nephew, his blood, in fact, his brother, the elder, Pepenot, knocks on the door of the office in front of the people and stands with his army legs on his head, then imagine. As if he will always remain party-military clean, Tsmakut will keep his future clean in the disorderly village - he also cleans his mother's old honor. As if, a thousand apologies will be brought not to Tevki, whose unconscious face is blurred, and in fact neglected like a girl-child, but to the heated lachar. In other words, we do not have the right to get a new wife for ourselves without sitting in a council with our brother's family, wear a suit and go out to the village at her request - we are not village boys. right, the child also tells the sheep in the village to get lost, where is the sheep, go to your sheep... that is, the place of the sheep is not the village and the countryside, and the dog pulls its tail even in front of the child and quietly leaves its mountains, and it is unknown whether he was upset with the child or not - he goes to his sheep.
But he also has his fault, that is, let's not say that he is completely innocent and ignorant. well, if you knew that your place is the sheep of the mountain, why did you take yourself out to the village in vain, so that your old crime would be brought and beaten by the mite? if you understood that whoever you want, what your heart desires will not be according to their heart, at least you yourself do not have enough manliness to be blind to the daily pressure, why did you bring the poor girl, only to then throw her out and go ahead of you to be accountable like a hungry farmer. hey, brother, I have no voice, I don't exist, it's you and your word, whoever you bring over my children, it's him. If your real leader is your brother's family and the voice of the village, why did you appoint yourself as a leader?
Now it came up again: I went to Tashkent, I'm going to Tashkent, that is, to Middle Asia. He took Jandar and Sopni and stopped them near the captured worms, the bride and the new baby followed them, they stopped and looked at what he was saying and what he was showing, what they were learning from their father, he took them and stopped them, he went into the worms with his hands in his pockets and said, "Whose goods are these? What have you brought back for nothing?" sari squinted in the lovely sun.
Jandar said:
- What are you saying? You've been saying this for an hour, I don't understand.
Said (the Lovely):
- What am I saying?
Said:
- Was that your question to catch my happy day?
Said:
- As if you were happy, what are you happy about?
- What if, he said. He said: - I went around the world with Dilijan and Kazakh, if nothing else, I only collected thirty Russians. Ahchi, - he said, - put that agar in his mouth, let's see if he is happy or not.
With a half-open bottle under his arm and his hand in his mouth, Sopi said (to the Other).
- Brother, alas, they are not ours, this sleeping bag doesn't pick.
Said (the Other):
- I don't know, let him speak.
The end, he said, they said, he kicked one by one and asked, they recognized and said, and none of the twenty-five cubs were theirs, his or Jandarin's. He said:
- Let them come and own their land, I am not their farmer. - And with his hands in the pocket of his blue suit, he got out of the booty.
Jandar said:
- Are you fair? But what will we live for?
Siru raised his face, his closed eyelids vibrated, he said.
- I am going to Enik, Tashkent.

Three of the sons were named after Vladimir Melikyan. In the summer of 1946, militia lieutenant Vladimir Melikyan came after a ten-year absence to say that there is no pure girl in the city, he got engaged to our Hambo uncle Aghavnu, he dressed in a beautiful red dress, and he and his fiancé came to the mountains on horses to go to Dilijan and from there to Yerevan. Dressed in red clothes, they came out of the big Acharkut camp. On the open slope of Nav-urt, the lieutenant took out his gun and shot each other three times, and facing each other in the Arkank hay field, there were so many children longing for weapons, girls ready to be engaged, and so many wives of the deceased, they were weak from longing, the desiccated widows of the deceased said: "Blessed!... Vladimir Melikyan came and took his fiance through mountains and mountains to show him the city of Yerevan." Our brother Ohan had a personal lamb among the kolkhoz sheep, he had been keeping it since the summer of 1941 for a great purpose: to slaughter it under his sheep upon the return of our brother Alexa. mountains, and Vladimir Melikyan, in order not to learn hooliganism and smoking on the way to school in Hovt, was sent to the militia school and reached the high position of lieutenant in Yerevan. The lieutenant wanted to present the nagan to Ohan, but one of Ohan's eyes was dark and he was afraid of the weapon, so he turned his face away. Ohan blinked his dark eye, stretched out his club and pointed to the flock: "That sheep is yours, how many it gave birth and what it brought, it is yours." Since the hungry summer of 1946, it was considered that our cousin Vladimir Melikyan has sheep here, and their tacit agreement is still there after the loss of our brother, if God forbid militia colonel Melikyan will be absent, the agreement will work on his sons and Jandar Tevan.
A native valley vet (Ailandak Lakum), when Ohan's sheep was dividing the commission between two Tevans, said: "Son of a dog, doesn't your vet have the honor of a single person? how come the militia will have a sheep in front of you, we won't have any? He gave a moment and every car falling down, having every guest from the center, they come with the bottles, they come to pick and slaughter, they drink the juice to the bottom, they find Sopni's reserve, drain it and go. And he says more and more. "Don't be afraid, I haven't lost my account, I only have mine." However, one was indeed still his.
Before illness and death and after death, imagine for a long time our big brother Ohan was the master of our three households, the whole farm and how many mountains Tsmakut has, in general, our mountains, and Sopi was his mistress. Who needs a kingless queen, with the death of Ohan, his Sop was upset with happiness, he gathered what he considered his own from the three of us and came down from the mountains. It was difficult to ask verbally, the most difficult thing was to find an understandable explanation, we looked speechless and lost, we said that he will understand and he won't do it, that is, he will remain a mistress over us - he didn't. it was hard to be relatives in the places where her husband had been with the song, had been and now was gone, they were deserted. A special person was sent to demand Ohan's knife and radio from Sirun, which were Melikyan's gift for twenty years. that is, the knife and the radio should remain silent and not sing. They don't accept our greetings, and we are ashamed to stand up to say hello, to ask, we don't know what we are ashamed of, or are we, in turn, upset about death? In the cities, he has a boy and a married girl, that is, a son-in-law, they will still have friends, we tell their friends to gather whenever they want, they want to come in a group, they want to come alone - their old homeland and farming house will not be orphaned before them, that is, when there are a couple of chickens and a few beans at the door. we only keep four or five good lambs in Ohani's name. Both Tevans have a brother who died in the war, Jandar has one, Meuse has two, and both of our parents were older, think that they would have been grandfathers to us, and the boy-child, who says whatever he wants, likes to fight with his parents, that is, if he was a friend and studied Turkish and Georgian by heart, and a father and you would have withdrawn from him, but our parents were grandfathers and had us in the old dark times. the smelly friend Ohan was on both of us, he sealed us with Jandar, that is, a gendarme, Ohan freed the poor lamb like Meus from the claws of a helpless black spider. then Ohan taught us both the difficult nature of the sheep, we learned from him, especially the other, because the Assyrian boys had neither owned nor given a sheep until then, and we consider it our socialist obligation to be to Ohan's children what he was to us; four or five cubs are theirs.
Out of the three victims of our two families, only Akop left a picture, their Manvel and our Alexan just like that, they were and are not. The immortal image of our victim was the silent muttering of our nan, our father Sergo had no right to complain and cry aloud, and our father's wobbly Armenian-Turkish bayat thrown together here and there, who for twenty-thirty years alone rumbled and sang on our brother Ohan, there was no occasion for our victim to be brave. bandit, Andranik Pasha military commander, village councilor, priest of the door of the holy Altarkash monastery and proclaimed a commune. the elders of his age were ashamed in front of our new generation, they said that you have lost your mind, so cut yours, the new generation was also surprised: did the house of the Melks have a victim, what Alexa is being sung, whose father was that? nobody's father - our disinherited, imageless, untraced brothers. we were seven-eight-year-old mature boys, we were going to keep the image, but let time remain without its owner - Ohan's movement comes to his innocent place and the image stands. At that time, both the university and the secondary school were seven years old, the immortal gold certificate is hung in a frame under the glass on the fire wall, if the seven certificate is a picture, then it is the picture of our victim. Our brother Aleksan, the lawyer of our languageless house against the ancient village center of Tsmakut, goes to Dsegha to write our name Hovhannes after our uncle Hovhannes Tumanyan, but when he goes he sees that we are Tevan. Ghevant Vratsyan's collar is gathering, why should ours be Oha and Teva, and yours Marcel and Marcelloz? Ghevant's collar, no, he collected it on June 23rd of the year forty-one, but since you speak so well, you will come to the front with me. they left and left like that and took the truth of the rumor with them. Ghevant Vratsyan says, first of all, there is already a Hovhannes in your house, Ohan is Hovhannes, then there is also a Teva in your cemetery, they will grow up to call each other Tevik and keep the kolkhoz lamb together. We are not dissatisfied, but we went to school and saw that we are neither Tevan nor Hovan - we are Mongolian and Gelkhed. We were afraid of the lesson and the lesson, we fled to the mountains, we came and saw two names we have here: Mont and Vardapet. the cold rain hit us and plastered us to the stone and we were left standing with our sacks up, so we were Mont and Vardapet, and Vladimir Melikyan's official hat fit well on our heads, we were Jandar and Jandar, gendarmes, our brother Ohan put the hat on our heads and sealed us as Jandar. Ohan was against our elevation. Just as the poor cow of Tsmakut in the past was cut off from the mountains by a Turkish shepherd's knife, so was ours, Ohan's, and just as our old cow was blown away by the mountain wind from the hot heat and flies in the valley and fell back to the valley, so we were running away from school and facing us was Ohan's club, he didn't want it, Sergo Melkants. One Hovhannes Tumanyan wanted to carry out our victim's order to remove him from the house with us, but even though Ohan himself was dearer to us than the victim, we could not tear ourselves away. Pslink was hanging from our nose, we stuck the bag to the frozen stone, he laughed, named us Mont and Vardapet, said ok. Siranush Vratsyan, a young teacher, sat on a horse and followed us four times up the mountain. He said he would sue, that is, it was not his right to suppress the child's future, but the gentleman in our department was already a lieutenant in the city, and the worker wanted to stay here always, as a lamb, Tevik, Tevo, and still Vardapet and Jandar. The head of the farm was Mnatsakanyan's uncle Hamik, every time Miss Vratsyan came, she kept her head in a valley, she was happy that the tribe of shepherds gave her a new shepherd and she was happy that the girl went to the city of Yerevan. The main caretaker of the village, Godi Arto, convinced uncle Hamik, sent orphaned elder Sopni to the farm to be in front of Ohan's eyes, to see and like each other. as planned, the question of wanting Sopni had arisen, our Halivore could be said to be from the village, but Ohan was still free, the other Tevik, too, suddenly and finally severed from a shameful relationship, - with every coming and going of Miss Vratsyan, that is, Madyan was the horse's wide gavak and her gavak on Madyan, the hooliganism restrained the boys, they didn't say that they didn't understand my neighbors there is a child our brother Ohan caught us and pulled us out of the sheep, saying that he would not hand over to the teacher, the teacher has gone and sent Arkan from the grasslands in that bitter heat! when we were facing each other on the Acharkut slopes, he told you not to fight, don't hurt yourself, go slowly. that's something like khamut, put your head down and take it easy. Until now, we don't know what murtel is, we guess, but even more so we understand the deep human meaning of his joke - Sirun was pulling Tevki out of the abyss of popular disgust and contempt. that is, we imagine that the people drove him to the valley and he is standing with a stone in his hand, but our brother Ohan stretched out his hand and said: don't be afraid, come out.
We know the value of popular love. The people themselves invent, happily say: "It's Jandar's word, Jandar said." your mouth without a single Turkish word, that is, your mouth is empty and your hand is also empty, you go and stand in the middle, you speak in Turkish from right to left, they invent the meaning by themselves, they clap their hands and laugh and they say down, that means we went to the right address. consider strangers to Dsegha in a faraway country, they see the girl is a righteous milkmaid, they say there is a Tsmakut Teva, her name is Jandar, the heart is a naive boy, it is worth it for this girl to reach her. And so we also imagine the popular contempt. whatever good deed you do, they look, see and keep silent - they don't believe, you are not the owner of the deed, you don't deserve such a deed. Let's not blame. if the thirteen-fourteen year old was not us and it was Sirun, if he was noticed from the heated lachar and we were not noticed, then let's say that it was just our luck, let's not say that it was not luck and it was us.
They were door to door, a little loud talk here and there would be heard, there were three boys and children in the house, Shushan herself was the daughter of a fearless bandit, but she got hot and crazy, she saw a fugitive with a gun in her eyes, she went to Caesar's house and sat with her hands in her lap as if she was a seer, there is a fugitive in the village, you have to give Tevan to sleep at my house at night. We all look at the world with our own eyes and see what we want. poor grandfather Nikal gave it. he said: "That's nothing to ask, dear girl, he will provide for his elder child with a feather, and make their mother happy, he is also a child, but he must grow up in front of danger, become a protective eagle over the elder's house." Like an orphaned lamb, he took home the helpless black witch, cut off the child's womb. Tevik remained less. The guys from Assyria are not a special momentum anyway, but Tevik is less even among their guys. Standing behind her husband like a protective queen, the light-hearted Vardo laughed at his suffering in the hayloft, she did not leave him in the hayloft under any cunning excuse, she said that he was in trouble, let him not suffer and laughed. We don't know by anyone's advice or righteous like him, we don't know for what reason Ohan enters the house of crime and doesn't believe it, says it didn't happen and separates, that is, he pokes his dark eye, extends the baton between the two and I saw wrong. The shameless hothead says: "Kor, if that's the case, you want me, I shouldn't be left alone." Ohan says: "I will, cut yours!" Time was so poor, Khak considered the child a human being. Life goes on, but legal, open-faced security is not and is not. He defended himself in a thousand ways. "I am someone else's daughter, he is someone else's son - what is the shame of that?" "As soon as we found out, they didn't want me for Akop, they wanted me for Akhor." "So-and-so, so-and-so, so-so and so-so are related to Hambo, so-so, so-so - I have kept the shame of your house in your house, come and be thankful." "How can a big man marry a girl, a boy a couple of years younger than him will not marry a woman?" "Isn't there such a people who want to mourn their dead brothers - as soon as we know that we are also Turks?" "Should I be thrown out and bring a gesh infection like this, this, this?" "Would it be better if I gave the three orphans with their mouths and sang for me and went to find a new man?" It was seen that the poor man had gnawed at night and prepared good answers for the court, he was going to plaster the public's mouth, but Tsmakut, what a court and court - the listener spat, entered the house and was disgusted with his son-child. His brother Rostom turned his proud face and won't talk to him until the grave, his Tigran militia father gassed on a red horse. "Aaah, the jeans... I'll pour oil and light them."
Like if a dog comes to the mountain after the shepherd and the shepherd is angry with him on the way and even has a bite and the dog comes from a little distance, as if he is not the shepherd, but in fact it is only him, Tevan followed Ohan silently to the mountain. What did Champi teach or what did he make fun of? - he would have laughed, wasn't Tevk's act the act of an incomprehensible Mozu? - it was not discussed, as well as whether one of the Assyrian boys would become a shepherd, or if the Assyrians would become a mountaineer, that incident was not discussed at all among the mountain people, everyone just knew silently that the king of the mountains would make our brothers a wounded animal. Let's say, a wounded dog, a child hit on the head, a crushed flower, he brought a cure, he slowly corrects his height.
But the leadership of the village was as far-sighted as it was short-sighted in sending the great Sopni to Ohan. They also had their humanitarianism - they would take care of three orphans from the storage. That's what a man is: he raises the younger ones and oppresses the older ones. What would Ohan do, leave Tevik behind and go to shepherd the Turks? Ahmad, the Turk, preferred Ohan to all the shepherds in this country, would he stop and say to Shushan if he was on the mountain, would Tevik be in the village? Ohan, the whole shepherd stood up saying that he shouldn't be our food storekeeper, we don't have food to hand over to him. Left alone against the poor mountaineer, you don't know who to pity. He said: "You are all enemies of my orphans!" Uncle Hamik was a friend of Tigran's old banditry and, besides, he was weak in behavior and was still very strong and weak, restraint and intemperance was not an issue for him and was not an issue, as it was during the banditry years, he got rid of his care of the colt, stallion, and general cattle wherever he could and in his opinion that was it, that is, he did not care or have an opinion about it, the head of the farm was still himself. stood up and said. "I will not be against the decision of my department. They sent it, let it work." That is, whatever he wants to be, but his behavior should not fall into the mouth of Shushan among those people. Shushan took wings! "I will send a letter to Stalin in the city of Moscow, saying that the big brother was killed by Hitler, and the little one is killed by the darkness of the monster Melkants"...
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