Go to death, just go to death.
Starting from September 27, the same similar ceremony takes place in thousands of Armenian homes. Relatives, friends, friends, colleagues gather at home, drink bitter coffee around a sweet table, then sit in the cars of the guests, take the picture hanging on the wall, buy a flower from the road and goes to graves scattered all over Armenia, as a rule, stamped with tricolors.
Those graves may be of different "luxury", but they have two things in common. it is obvious that the families put the last money on those basalt necropolises, and from the tombstones, as a rule, images of young, smiling, cheerful and hopeful boys look at us.
A handful of incense, a few flowers, takubir and a kind of unsure cross-eyes, and... full of pain, full of memories and full of emptiness... Every year the number of those who come on those days decreases. It has become a natural and unpleasant but unavoidable fact of life. "I couldn't", "I couldn't come", "an urgent case was opened, sorry", "I wasn't in the country". There are many options to "credibly" justify the obfuscation of moral duty and pandemic vanity.
And so until November 9, in some cases even after that... In some cases, the death is still there, there is no body... In some cases, the body is there, there is no grave... And about a thousand Armenian families, from losing their sons, brothers, husbands later, they also lost the houses where the boys were born, the churches where they were sealed and crowned, and the burial pits where they laid their men in the hope of eternal rest and undisturbed sleep after death...Thousands of families were left alone in their grief and pain. , with their pain and loss. "Gagik 19", "Arman 33", "Tigran 27", "Karen 21"... no, these were not Facebook passwords, email passwords, bank card passwords. They are dry summaries of lives lived a little and not fully lived, and after only a few years, left alone and almost no one cares. "... it would be the same situation, but without the victims... it would be the same situation, but without the victims... it would be the same situation, but without the victims..." Lives destroyed by the terrible war, widespread victims of the disaster, destinies devoured by devouring faces.
And today, 4 years after the war, no monument, monument, memorial complex of national importance was built in the capital of Armenia. Even the pathetic, death-denying, grief-plaguing, pain-covering botanical farce called "Garden of Life" has not been completed until now.
People like to say. "go dead, come love me." It is cruel to realize that after 2018, Armenia, which has turned into a skyscraper of immorality, is being watched from above. "go to death, just go to death."
Armen Ashotyan
Vice President of RPA
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