Nazeni Hovhannisyan shared his minds about Yerevan, quoting Kobo Abe's book "Woman in the Sands". "Man learns to love even his pit if he lives there for a long time." Kobo Abe (Woman in the sands).
The actress, in particular, wrote:
You can't compare Yerevan with another city, only with her, every day.
It is symbolic and very painful that he has been in the day of his, exceptional history of centuries, and in today's day of special and loves in Yerevan, it "burns", smokes and is garbage.
The landfill is burning and spreads its poisonous smells on Yerevan, people, remaining special cords, and it is symbolic that the land of the wall, our country, and to poison us to close our house and to the window.
We still still live in our city, in fact, in the fight of every day.
No, it does not work against smoke, we closed that we do not see, do not listen, do not feel pain, even more ...
But it is not, it happens, it's every day, and Yerevan has been shouting for 8 years. One of the weddings of one-night fireworks, one-night fireworks with a festive lobulties, a population of people living outside Yerevan, with a population of one-counter streets, but a whole country-to-homeland What ...
Yerevan, the city of once, was humble and beautiful, whirling, and toxicating the air, and the lives of the city, and the lives of the city turned our homes. And those who gave those who gave those who shut up against themselves, and to those who killed man and the man who kept the man.
Made a city of burning festivals and gray destiny (
My heart is narrow, there is no way of my city in the world, but there is no way of my city, but no matter how much I seek in vain or wherever I go ...
... I don't find my city even ... and there are no people ...
A closed period of those who have short-left, and those who do not have a shortage of crazy devils.
When Grigor Hasratyan (special for the 2750th anniversary of Yerevan) premedets, he would never have the hard time singing that he would be difficult to sing ... It is with lungs and bitter, despite the shining artificial lights.
At the end.
I know something only. The city does not only belong to the present - the flight to eternity,
Where the turns do not have a trace ... How to smoke of burning garbage when there is a rainfall and just raining.
