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You do not deserve Sevan
August 2 2014
The world's hottest, the quietest, the safest, the most fertile, the
most patient, the most misunderstood, the most wonderful water. The
most cursed water, whose shores are visited by almost half of the
people left in the country every weekend during this season. They step
on the ground getting out of the car and begin cursing the wind, cold
water, fantastic sun, the stones on the shore, and with curses in the
mouth, they start preparing to eat. Later, when eating a piece of
bread they curse again concluding that this is not a place to come,
and then, after the piece of bread and destroyed they get into the
water and right in the water they begin cursing the water. Well, do
you know Sevan that you curse? You would not even find this miracle on
the map if it were not painted in blue. Sevan is not a peninsula,
which you call an island, nor the "Flamingo".
Sevan is not a Tsovagyugh villager standing at the roadside blue
"domik" and showing a grampus size fish with his hands and with wild
persistence argued that his criminal fish poaching is "health to the
sea." Sevan is not the five thousand drams and dystrophic build-up
viewer of toiletless shore that the community sewage is dumped into
the lake without being filtered, and he is genuinely surprised that,
"Hey guys, how these stupid Yerevan people get into this dirty water."
The Sevan you know has two directions: one from "Gavar side" and the
other from "highway side." You were not even told that the beach
recreation in your known main part is just prohibited, that it is not
only unpleasant, but also very often deadly dangerous. Yes, Sevan has
also a fantastic beach protected by the mountain chains of Areguni and
Sevan, no wind, hot water and white sand, with Divine peace, but it is
just far away from the highway. But, you call Shorzha the entire
territory from Motel to Shorzha. You are even lazy to reach Shorzha,
not to speak about knowing that beyond it there is Artanish, Gil,
Tsapatagh, Pambak, Daranik, Areguni ... You look like a non-existing
family whose members prefer eating the liver and intestines of Fugue
fish. You do not know that you cannot undress your body that has not
seen the sun throughout the year and wonder for hours under the thin
rays of mountainous sun and argue that it is the best way to avoid
getting ill in winter season. You do not know that you cannot get on
the Soviet Union worn out hydrocycle loaded with ten more people and
make wild howls, not to speak about knowing what a divine pleasure it
is to listening to matchless silence of the Sevan Lake.
You do not know that littering the water with plastic bottles and bags
looks like forcing you to drink gasoline. Sevan is not a place for us
to "cheat on" with a libertine. It is not a place for you to eat
one-week food ration violently in a few hours, it is not a place to
drive your car crazily and turn on the silliest available music disc
to the maximum. It is not a place to enter the peninsula church with a
wet bathing suit, proudly waving the pithecanthropus curls and
controverting Rev. Minas with a hiccup who rebukes you. Well, what are
you doing in Sevan? You do not know so much about Sevan that the rest
of your days will not be enough to know and learn. At least learn not
to blaspheme Sevan being in Sevan. One day, its patience will be run
out, and will swallow all you cursing it and your wives swimming in
robes, bra and rags, will appropriately explain everything to you and
in response to your curse, it will spit you out to the shore.
AGHASY HUNANYAN
Read more at: http://en.aravot.am/2014/08/02/166264/
August 2 2014
The world's hottest, the quietest, the safest, the most fertile, the
most patient, the most misunderstood, the most wonderful water. The
most cursed water, whose shores are visited by almost half of the
people left in the country every weekend during this season. They step
on the ground getting out of the car and begin cursing the wind, cold
water, fantastic sun, the stones on the shore, and with curses in the
mouth, they start preparing to eat. Later, when eating a piece of
bread they curse again concluding that this is not a place to come,
and then, after the piece of bread and destroyed they get into the
water and right in the water they begin cursing the water. Well, do
you know Sevan that you curse? You would not even find this miracle on
the map if it were not painted in blue. Sevan is not a peninsula,
which you call an island, nor the "Flamingo".
Sevan is not a Tsovagyugh villager standing at the roadside blue
"domik" and showing a grampus size fish with his hands and with wild
persistence argued that his criminal fish poaching is "health to the
sea." Sevan is not the five thousand drams and dystrophic build-up
viewer of toiletless shore that the community sewage is dumped into
the lake without being filtered, and he is genuinely surprised that,
"Hey guys, how these stupid Yerevan people get into this dirty water."
The Sevan you know has two directions: one from "Gavar side" and the
other from "highway side." You were not even told that the beach
recreation in your known main part is just prohibited, that it is not
only unpleasant, but also very often deadly dangerous. Yes, Sevan has
also a fantastic beach protected by the mountain chains of Areguni and
Sevan, no wind, hot water and white sand, with Divine peace, but it is
just far away from the highway. But, you call Shorzha the entire
territory from Motel to Shorzha. You are even lazy to reach Shorzha,
not to speak about knowing that beyond it there is Artanish, Gil,
Tsapatagh, Pambak, Daranik, Areguni ... You look like a non-existing
family whose members prefer eating the liver and intestines of Fugue
fish. You do not know that you cannot undress your body that has not
seen the sun throughout the year and wonder for hours under the thin
rays of mountainous sun and argue that it is the best way to avoid
getting ill in winter season. You do not know that you cannot get on
the Soviet Union worn out hydrocycle loaded with ten more people and
make wild howls, not to speak about knowing what a divine pleasure it
is to listening to matchless silence of the Sevan Lake.
You do not know that littering the water with plastic bottles and bags
looks like forcing you to drink gasoline. Sevan is not a place for us
to "cheat on" with a libertine. It is not a place for you to eat
one-week food ration violently in a few hours, it is not a place to
drive your car crazily and turn on the silliest available music disc
to the maximum. It is not a place to enter the peninsula church with a
wet bathing suit, proudly waving the pithecanthropus curls and
controverting Rev. Minas with a hiccup who rebukes you. Well, what are
you doing in Sevan? You do not know so much about Sevan that the rest
of your days will not be enough to know and learn. At least learn not
to blaspheme Sevan being in Sevan. One day, its patience will be run
out, and will swallow all you cursing it and your wives swimming in
robes, bra and rags, will appropriately explain everything to you and
in response to your curse, it will spit you out to the shore.
AGHASY HUNANYAN
Read more at: http://en.aravot.am/2014/08/02/166264/