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Nice works Armat jan, I'm sure I will make you an offer you can't refuse J/K But seriously, I can't explain it so eloquently maybe like Armat can but... Séance I had laid eyes on Salvador Dali's and Auguste Rodin's works, it has dodged in my mind, I simply fell in love with. None had such an influence on me like does two great artists, Among my fayvorit, Roden's "shadow" which I saw in Toronto few years ago. Armat I want to ask you, what is the name of a Spanish sculptor who has created such a beautiful cathidrals in Barcelona? I can't remember his name.

Harut, here is a web site you might want to take a look at. http://par03.elections.am/?lan=eng&go=constit

Some people advocate freedom of speech in order to make up for there lock of knowledge and ignorance, just for the reference ADG, RACE is a thing of a past, Educate your self and be open minded, Race and ethnicity are two deferent understandings <_<

He is probably laughing his a$$ of by now like a little kid hahahahahah

Armat, be careful this trend doesn’t become a new dilemma for you bro jan

Armen You might find this very interesting; it's a bit old but still worth reading http://armenianhouse.org/stupishin/article...n/caucasus.html http://www.rferl.org/nca/features/2003/04/...42003133642.asp

Axel, Sasun I want to ask both of you the same question, is there any place you can think of you should find God, before you go or belong to any congregation? I would like to know your views. For me the answer to my own question is very simple, one should find God within his/her self first.

Very interesting post TK, thank you I found this web site that you might want to look at it as well; it has more detailed information regarding Karahundj. http://www.astrologycom.com/armstone1.html

Armat If you are not planning to have a permanent base, then you need to have an attached base to your construction and its wider then the height of the studio. For example if its 15' (feet) high, make your base is (attached to the studio) at list 25% bigger, wider then what the height is. I see if I can calculate tomorrow on the cad, maybe send you a sketch as well Good luck. Email me more details if you wish, you know, I know thing or two regarding that kind of staff

Russia: Putin Plays To Armenian Diaspora, But For What Purpose? By Sophie Lambroschini Radio Free Europe, Czech Republic Oct 13 2003 Russia has been pursuing a more active policy toward Armenia, both in the economic and political spheres. But Russian observers were nevertheless surprised by President Vladimir Putin's appearance at an Armenian diaspora congress last week that chose Moscow as the founding city of a new World Organization of Armenians. RFE/RL looks at the possible reasons behind Putin's efforts to improve relations with one of Russia's largest ethnic communities. Moscow, 13 October 2003 (RFE/RL) -- Russian President Vladimir Putin has adopted a new style in his public appearances. He improvises speeches and pops up -- apparently unexpectedly -- at various events. But last week, Putin had political commentators in Russia stumped after he appeared at a congress representing some of Armenian's far-flung diaspora. The event was organized by influential millionaire Ara Abramian and launched a new World Organization of Armenians. Welcoming the new organization, Putin expressed "hope that the contribution of the Armenian diaspora will grow and develop in parallel with the Russo-Armenian business partnership." Earlier in the day, Putin had met with visiting Armenian President Robert Kocharian. Carnegie Foundation strategic analyst Dmitry Trenin says Putin's appearance represents the logical reflection of the evolution of ties between Armenia and Russia, both strategic and economic. "The situation in the South Caucasus is going toward increased instability in Georgia and potentially in Azerbaijan. In these conditions, a stable Armenia with good relations with Moscow -- plus the presence of troops on its territory -- has made [Armenia] more valuable in Russia's eye," Trenin said. At the same time, Moscow and Yerevan recently agreed on a debt-for-equities swap scheme to purge Russia's $100 million claim. "Armenian companies are becoming the property of Russia, with Armenia paying back its debt toward Russia in this manner," Trenin says. Russia has gone on what Armenian journalist Haroutiun Khachatrian calls an "acquisition binge" in the South Caucasus in general, but especially in Armenia. Khachatrian wrote in a recent article on EurasiaNet that as a result of two debt-for-equity deals in favor of electricity monopolist UES, Russia holds a 50 percent stake in Armenia's electricity generation capacity. UES also became the financial manager for the Medzamor nuclear power plant, Armenia's prime source of energy. Gazprom and Itera are already key shareholders in Armenia's gas distribution company. One key figure in bringing Russia and Armenia closer could well be Abramian, a leader of Russia's Armenians. According to the Russian newspaper "Niezavisimaya gazeta," Abramian has been a key figure in working out Russian acquisitions in Armenia. Abramian, who started a career in the Soviet military complex before making millions in diamonds, has built a reputation as "Moscow's Armenian." And as head of the Union of Armenians of Russia, Abramian has had considerable success, as he acknowledged to journalists at last week's congress. "We created the Union of Armenians of Russia three years ago and our work didn't go too badly," Abramian said. "We found a mechanism of uniting Armenians [in Russia] because it's difficult to set up such an organization in Russia. Before us, there were 400 organizations, and in the matter of a year, all of them joined the Union of Armenians of Russia." Abramian is reported to enjoy good connections with the Kremlin. According to Abramian's biography posted on the UNESCO web site -- he is an UNESCO goodwill ambassador -- Abramian helped reconstruct the Kremlin in the mid-1990s and was involved in other projects with the Kremlin's property management office, a department Putin was also working for at the time. By attending last week's congress, some observers believe Putin was actually sending a message to the 2.5 million Armenians in Russia, the largest community outside of Armenia. In his speech, Putin quoted a 300-year-old decree by Peter the Great that Armenians "must be most kindly treated and encouraged in every way to come to Russia." "No sooner said than done," Putin quipped. Vladimir Pribylovski, the director of Panorama, a think tank in Moscow, believes Putin is trying to gain points with Russia's ethnic communities ahead of elections. "The Armenian and Jewish lobbies have the most possibilities -- they're really well organized, and so compared to other ethnic communities they have more capacities. And so Putin [chooses] to focus on them," Pribylovski said. Until Putin, few Russian politicians had expressed any interest in the Armenian diaspora. Last year, Putin responded to Armenians' long-standing complaints about discrimination in Russia's Krasnodar Krai, a southern region bordering the North Caucasus and Abkhazia. Historically, Krasnodar leaders have fed on local xenophobia, probably exacerbated by the region's proximity to the war in Chechnya and other unrest. Krasnodar Governor Aleksandr Tkachev has demanded the "deportation" of Armenians and other minority ethnic groups, calling them "undesirable." According to the Russian newspaper "Izvestia," Tkachev was called to the Kremlin for a verbal lashing from Putin, gaining the Russian president praise from Armenian leaders both in Russia and abroad. Armenian journalist Susanna Petrossian, who works with the Noyan Tapan news agency in Yerevan, has still another explanation for Putin's support of the Armenian diaspora. Petrossian argues that Putin may be trying to use Armenians in Russia as a lever on the influential Armenian diaspora abroad to make them push in favor of Russian interests with governments and businesses in the West. "To some extent, Russia may try to get access to Armenian lobbying groups [abroad] through Ara Abramian and the structures that he is setting up. To make things clearer, in the United States, the Armenian lobby -- with its resources and capabilities, and through its influence -- comes in second after the Jewish lobby," Petrossian said. With 1 million Armenians, the United States is home to the world's second-largest Armenian diaspora community.

here is a web site, take a look Sip http://www.bci.org/prophecy-fulfilled/ip2.htm

Seapan, TB/you can be right it was just a guess in my part however ( maybe Arpa knows better then all of us) my family is also from Iran and I recall many Armenians had/have Isagul/Isagulian names, I know GUL or XUL means TSUL in Farsi, my guees was as I have come across many last names which was changes ( or forsed to be changed) like Tereterian/Qeshishian, Dagbashian/Sarian mi qutse jishte inchpes asats TB-in

no Nairi Isa=Ismail

Does this mean I can’t go to the house of blues? Sometimes I get amazed to mentality of some people, it’s not new but I simply can’t accept this stereotype approach. you need to take a good look inside, and tell us what you mean by your own culture!!

Yes karine, I really enjoy his works, also did you get to listen Flora Martirosian and Ara's "dle yaman"?? check out budha bar, you'll like it! P.s what's "hiatus" mean??

There was a big demonstration and plea from qyavartsis to change that name:)

I don't know about you fellows, but mine comes handy

NO!! Ps. seens when you liked baseball anyways ????

ITAR-TASS News Agency TASS October 6, 2003 Monday Putin highly praises role of Armenians in Russia By Mikhail Petrov The contribution of Armenians in all the sectors of the country's life is highly appreciated in Russia, President Vladimir Putin told the Congress of the World Armenian Organization, which is currently under way here. "It has long since been noted that the citizens of a state, both within it and abroad, feel themselves much more confident when their country develops successfully and wields authority," he added. It is understood full well in Russia, he noted, that you are very eager to contribute to the development of modern Armenia, which is a sovereign, independent, democratic and definitely very promising country, both from the economic and international-political points of view". "I hope the contribution of the Armenian diaspora to their historical homeland will grow and develop parallel with Russo-Armenian business partnership," the Russian leader stressed. According to Putin, the Armenian community in Russia ranks among the most ancient and largest ones. The peoples of our two countries have been traditionally linked for centuries. "Our fathers and grandfathers had fought in different wars for the sake of our common victories, including in the bloodiest Great Patriotic War, which they all regarded as Patriotic," the president stressed. In view of this, Putin noted, the holding of the constituent congress of the World Armenian Organization in Moscow is an event of exceptional importance and a really historical function in the full sense of the word. The Russian president expressed the conviction that the works of poet Ovanes Tumanyan, artist Martiros Saryan, and composer Aram Khachaturyan would forever be a common legacy of the people of the two countries. "Armenians all over the world take pride in those names and this is true of us in Russia, too" Putin stated. The president noted that Russia and Armenia had close relations over many long centuries. He cited the decree of Peter the Great, saying: "The Armenians must be most kindly treated and encouraged in every way to come to Russia". "No sooner said than done in a matter of only three hundred years," Putin noted with a smile. The president jokingly said he was surprised to see Russian Foreign Minister Igor Ivanov at the Congress since the latter has Georgian not Armenian roots. "Ivanov replied by saying he represented all the Caucasian nationalities within the government," Putin narrated. The president wished the Congress participants and all the Armenian people peace, good luck and prosperity. http://groong.usc.edu/news/msg75016.html

For those who might be interested, they should watch the "FRONTLINE" tonight at 9pm on PBS. US-IRAG war and the way administration misled American public for going to war http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/pr...press/2201.html

did you guys hear about this??? April 15 is tax day in the US, so please read the following to make certain that you have paid all of your taxes for either yourself or your husband or boyfriend. The only thing any Government has not taxed is the male penis. This is due to the fact that 40 % of the time it is hanging around unemployed, 20 % of the time it is pissed off, 30 % of the time it is hard up and 10 % of the time it is in the hole. On top of this it has two dependents and both of them are nuts! According to the income tax amendment act 1995, your penis will be taxed according to its size. To determine your category, please refer to Schedule 2 of the Income Tax return Form 8 which states the following : 10 to 12 inches --------- Luxury tax $ 50.00 8 to 10 inches --------- Pole tax $ 45.00 5 to 8 inches --------- Privilege Tax $ 40.00 3 to 5 inches --------- Standard Tax $ 30.00 Anyone under 3 inches is entitled to a refund of 20 % and special relief as a handicapped person. Please do not ask for an extension. Those who exceed 12 inches will be liable for Capital Gains Tax. If you have any queries, please contact the nearest Income Tax office. Our staff will be only too willing to handle your problem.

Sip I was in a bad mood today, the wholl day was a mess man but this hahahahahahahah thx dude

I came across of this acceptional peace of work by Gevork Emmin, and it touched me in a very special way, I wanted to share it with you. Enjoy ******************************************************************** Traveler Of The Eternity By Gevorg Emmin Translated from Armenian by Perch Mesrobian Typesets by Armine Movsesyan If I were a musician and composer I should dedicate to Armenia and its people a majestic mass or symphony for orchestra, choir and soloists. A deep voice --- the voice of the Armenian people --- would narrate its story and that of the country, to the accompaniment of the orchestra, performing in the spirit and idiom of the centuries-old melodies of the Armenian people. On the other hand, apart from interpreting and embellishing that story, the songs of the choir would ask questions in elderly, juvenile, feminine and childish voices in an effort to grasp the meaning of the uttered words. A way-worn, storm-tossed yet seasoned and strong-willed traveller is bending his steps in our direction from the depth of centuries, along war-torn paths, through fire and swords. As he comes nearer to us, his bearing becomes more erect, and his look --- smarter and more defiant. Massacre and exile, plunder and fire, wail and moan have given way to the rumble of peaceful life and labor, and the monuments and buildings, songs and laughter keep growing in number and proportion on this desolate and lifeless path. “WHO ARE YOU, TRAVELLER? ” would ask him the voice of an old man from the choir. But the traveller would not answer him right away that he is Armenia and the Armenian people. Such a prompt answer would sound unbefitting to the son of a country and people boasting multi centennial history. He would pause to scrutinize the old man, hearken to the mellowed sounds of the orchestra and the choir before making his answer: “I am the one whose suffering is measured by dozens of centuries but the span of his life --- only by scores of years…” “The one who, having succumbed to countless wars and slaughters, is only now relishing the delight and sweetness of life.” “I am that corn-field which has for ages been trampled under the hoofs of riders and has been scorched by fire and drought, and only today a handful of it has come down to yield a bumper crop.” “I am that unbending tenacious grape vine whose roots go deep into Armani, Hayassa and Nairi, while it fruits and leaves are refreshed by the dew of today and ripened by the radiant sun of tomorrow…” “I am life itself, immortality…” “I am the one who has experienced death all the time, yet has never yielded to it…” “What could the number less assassins do to me? All in all they knew how to kill, but I was initiated into the divine mystery of surviving and enduring.” “Their weapons were the spear and the yataghan; mine were the hammer and the pen… And what could the most splintering spear do in the face of the hammer, or the sharpest yataghan --- vis-à-vis the pen…” “Not withstanding their multitude, my butcheries were getting tired of slaying and ruining, whereas my creative and constructive impulse was gaining in momentum with every passing day, every passing hour…” …These would be the words uttered by the deep voice which, though sounding familiar to the ears of its auditors, would fail to place the traveler, and a youthful voice would ask him again: “WHICH IS YOUR HOME COUNTRY, TRAVELER?” But the traveler would not tell him right away that his home country is Armenia; that would sound unbefitting to the son of a country and people boasting a multi centennial history. He would eye the youth who had asked him the question and give ear to the troubled sounds of the orchestra and the choir before making his answer: “My home country is the one that lies at the foot of biblical Mount Ararat, on the spot of the mythical paradise where life has been a hell for ages…” “It is the land where war and calamity have been imported for chiliads of years --- orphans and refugees have been exported; crime and black deeds have been imported --- light and genius have been exported; barbarity and violence have been imported and aspiration to freedom has been exported…” “The land abounding in stone where, however, only Jesus had a stone-built house and that land could not often place a tomb stone on the greaves of the most beloved of his sons…” “My home country is the one where rivers have for ages tossed their manes against the rocks and have gone wild and grown turbid from idleness, leaving the nearby soils lie fallow, only now turning light and green…” “The country whose land has for ages been watered by bitter sweat is only now yielding its ages-old hoarded sweet crop…? “The land born of the sword and fire of the reed pipe, which has for centuries suffered from the evil blaze of wars, is only now warming up from the lambent fire of factories and furnaces…” “That land of old parchments and books which has for ages resisted, with its courageous regiment of thirty-six letters, the threats of all its enemies that have spared no pains for its assimilation and elimination…” “The land whose song, initially tucked away high in the mountains, is now spreading far and wide like a crane son hovering above alien shores.” “These would be the words uttered by the deep voice, telling its life story to the accompaniment of violins, trumpets and rums, and the choir-mob listening to the narration would muse: “Could this be Armenia, the Armenian people?” But as the conclusion is not final, a remake voice would ask again: “WHERE DO YOU COME FROM, TRAVELER?” But the traveler would not answer right away where he came from, nor would he speak of the ordeals on his centuries old path. That would sound unbefitting to the son of a country and people boasting a multi centennial history. He would smile, bob his head and fix his gaze on the woman who asked the question, and would pronounce under the solemn strains of the orchestra and the choir: I’m coming from the land of Armani, recorded in the annals of world history in the oldest Akkadian inscriptions as early as five thousand years ago…I’m coming from the land of Hayassa, one of the world’s ancient cradles of the human race, that ordered me: “Call yourself Hay.” “I’m coming from Lake Sevan, where I was catching for the royal feasts of King Arguishti the regal fish stained, from the very outset, with the blood of my race…” “I’m coming from Tigranakert where I set on a firm basis the throne of my state, washed by three seas. I’m coming from Artashat --- “The Carthage of the Armenians” --- where once I placed on the stage the severed head of the arrogant general Marcus Crassus…” “I’m coming from Echmiadzin where my only begotten son, Mesrop Mashtots, also descended to write for the first time on this land the word ARMENIA in Armenian characters…” “I’m coming from Ayarayr where, although my light cavalry was trampled under the heavy Persian elephants, yet tyrant Hazkert retreated to his land, startled by my unswerving resolve for survival and endurance…” “I’m coming from the high mountains of Sassoon where, despaired of king and God, I put my trust in tale and miracle as I drew the sword of shepherd David and drove out countless troops of Msra-Melik.” “I’ve been to so many parts of the world and am coming from so many lands… From Artashat to Tigranakert and from Vagharshapat to Dvin and Ani. For ages I have fought for my liberation from the Romans and the Persians, the Byzantines and the Arabs, the Seljuk's and the Mongols, the Tatars and the Turks in the name of my homeland, reduced to a handful, in the name of the subsistence of the left-over of my people…” “I’m coming from metropolitan Ani --- in captivity and ruins --- now regenerating in the monumental memorials of New Yerevan…” “I’m coming from desirable Cilicia, laved by the waves of the blue sea, where my last hope for independence was, alas! Consigned to the tomb…” “I’m coming from the high inaccessible mountains of Syunik where I kept the ashes of my statehood aglow on the crossroads of stormy winds. I’m coming from the fort of sardar where the Armenian sword and the Russian cannon fraternized…” “I’m coming from the towns and villages rescued from Persian tax extortionist from the towns and villages groaning under Sultan’s yoke, where every Zeytoun is an explosion and every Sassoon --- an outburst of wrath…” “I’m coming from Der-Zor, from Meshkeneh and Ras-ul-Ayn where I withstood trial and tribulation, where my back was broken but I set it right again; I was slain but resurrected once more…” “I’m coming from Moush, from Mount Andok and the orchards of Van, from Urfa and Shabin-Darahissar, Hajn and Moussa-Ler, where I was up in arms defending the honor of my native home but later, alas! I took the wanderer’s staff and roamed worldwide…” “I’m coming from Sardarapat which became a new Avarayr to me and where, though blood-drenched, I stemmed the stormy onward march of the Turkish butcherers and snatched a tiny land in my own home country for a handful of my orphans and refugees…” “I’m coming from the mines of Ghapan and Alaverdi, from the station of Alekpol and the orchards of Yerevan where I rose up in the name of the Revolution, in the name of a new life…” “I’m coming from the gorge of the Hrazdan where the electric heart of Armenia beat for the first time; I’m coming from the bank of Shirak canal whose tiny waters irrigated the well-spring of my renascence…” “I’m coming from the slopes of Aragats where I bridled the blue racer of cosmic rays. I’m coming from Byurakan where I converse with the distant planets and stars…” “I’m coming from time-honored yet new Yerevan, which is my reborn Tigranakert, Artashat, Dvin, Ani and Sis, all in one, now turned into a holy shrine for all Armenians scattered worldwide…” …And the choir-mob would listen to all this in prideful surprise… “AFTER ALL WHO IS THIS STRANGE TRAVELER?” Would muse the choir before a cheerful childish voice rang out: "DON’T YOU HAVE A NAME? WHAT IS YOUR NAME, TRAVELER?” But the traveler would not utter his name at once; he would not say that he is Armenia and the Armenian people. Such a prompt answer would sound unbefitting to the son of a country and people boasting a multi centennial history… He would fix his searching gaze on the child who asked the question, would hearken to the rattling sound of trumpets and violins, drums and cymbals, reminding one of his life story, and would reply pride fully: “My name?.. Can I have one when I lived in all the ages, in all parts of the world as plebeian and prince, fanatic and sectarian, commander and mason, architect and narrator, limner and scribe?..” “Hayk is my name. I’m stalwart Hayk who quit the fertile soil and the paradise, preferring to live in hell and on barren rocks, to live free from the yoke of Bel, the tyrant…” “It was I who bequeathed my freedom-loving spirit to my people, baptizing this land and the people by my name: Hayk, Hay, Hayastan…” “Ara is my name… I am the Spirit and God of Arousal and spring, of dying and regenerating nature --- the symbol of my ever-dying yet ever-reviving people…” “I’m Tigran the Great! The mightiest sword of Armenian land whose blighted destiny proved, alas! Seven times as strong as my sword…” “I’m Mesrop Mashtots… My home country is torn asunder between perfidious Byzantium and imperious Persia. And neither the sword of Tigran the Great nor the cross and lamp of Gregory the Illuminator could save our land until we engraved our name on it in the letters of mother tongue…” “I’m bequeathing to you thirty-six letters and a staunch people and country that will know no death as long as it spells those letters…” “I’m Vartan, courageous commander Vartan. It was I who opposed death by death; my own death won over the death of m people and it turned into song and take in the grateful heart of the Armenian people…” “I’m Khorenatsi. It was I who channeled the sluggish river, meandering through the venerable history of the Armenians into its bed, so that it should flow everlastingly and narrate unendingly the great exploits of our small people…” “I’m David the Invincible, the first Armenian philosopher who talked and argued in Armenian with Aristotle and Porphyry as he laid the foundation stone of Armenian philosophy…” “I’m Ananya Shirakatsi. It was I who showed my people the world map and the location of Armenia on it…” “My name is Trdat (Tiritdates), Manvel and Hovnan… I’m the architect and builder of stone-made Armenian landmarks and monuments…” “Could my Garny and Zvartnots, Akhatamar and Tekor, no matter how solid-structured, stand erect when the land of the Armenians was in the clutches of calamities?.. However, even in ruins, they betoken our lapidarian signature and seal on this earth, defying annihilation and bondage…” “I’m David of Sassoun, stepping out of the tale, yet more real than the most authentic heroes of Armenian history… And the people looked to me when their patience wore thin, and with the single bound of my horse Koorkik Jalalyi jumped down from the ninth century over the heights of Sassoun to the gates of New Yerevan…” “I’m Sembat, sectarian Sembat of Zarehavan. When Free God turned simply into religion and faith --- into the church, it was I who dared to raise the sword against the cross that had once become the crucifix of the Armenian plebeian…” “It was I who sent the caldron of holy chrism rushing down the height rock of Tatev in such roaring thunder that it echoes resounded from the fortress of Tsurea to Bulgaria and reverberated in the cell of Martin Luther…” “I’M Narekatsi, the giant volcano of poesy erupted from the mountains of Armenia whose rumble has been shaking the ages…” “I measured the highest point of the sky and the deepest abyss of the human soul before I realized that man created God ant not vice versa, though I was apprehensive of God’s might…” “My name is Frick. It was I who wrote the ‘Complaint’ not only about Him, but also about the world sanctified by Him which is peopled with lords and servants, plebeians and patricians…” “The readers moved by stealth from one monastery to another to read my ‘Complaint’, and of scribes, awe-filled, copied its lines in the margins of the “Selected Homilies…” “I’m Galdzak, thrown into the dungeon at the bank of the river Azat, who cut the rock of slavery with his pick of Liberty to build the miraculous monastery of Gueghard…” “My tear-swollen soul was heavier with pain and sorrow than the rocks of Gueghard…” “I’m the cluster of lay songs that brightened the somber sky of the middle Ages…” "It was I who sang the green tree of life, instead of the crucifix and the fragrance of spring flowers in lieu of incense, and well as feasting and merry-making on the grass in lieu of the censer’s smoke…” “I’m Mekhitar Heratsi, the physician… It was I who toured the Armenian hamlets and boroughs, lying in rack and ruin, to battle the plague reaping human lives…” “It was I who wrote the book ‘Consolation to Fever’ The contents of which were intended to give solace to the physicians and restore the health of sick men…” “I’m that young and old scribe who, in the candlelight of the dark monastic cell, copied in clear legible letters the manuscripts and memorandum books telling of my hard times…” “ ‘My hand will go but my letter will stay’, I said seeking solace in my dismal days. And though my hand turned into ashes my writing outlived the ages to reach the Matenadaran of New Yerevan…” “I’m Toros Roslin, Tseroun Tsaghkogh, Sarkis Pitsak and that anonymous Armenian miniaturist who ranged the steeps and vales to assemble bit by bit the cochineal of the Armenian soil and the golden hue of its wheat, the blues of the Armenian sky and the greens of its valleys, pouring all this into his paints that were bound to strike the posterior generations with adoring wonder…” “Take a close look at our paintings of Christ and the Holy Virgin; they portray the visages of our victims murdered in modern times, and our unspoken affections…” “I’m Nerses Shnorhali whose heart, stricken with the grief of Ani, bemoaned the fall of Yedessia in recurrent Arabic rhyme and, alas! In ever-recurrent Armenian suffering…” “I’m Nahapet Kouchak who spelled out in Armenian his pathetic chant about the white-breasted Armenian bride and his exiled sweetheart… My ‘Hayrens’ were four lines in all --- a quatrain… Yet this single quatrain of ‘Hayren’ harbored the unplaced exile while my ‘Antouny’ afforded shelter to the homeless…” “I’m Israel Ori who took the insurgent spirit of Gharabagh to Petersburg; I’m Hovsep Emin who, in the name of salvation of Armenia, replaced the cross by the sword in the hand of the Armenian…” “I’m Sayat-Nova. I had a perfect command of four languages; Armenian, Georgian, Persian and Turkish and…one more --- the undying idiom of song that secured my existence for benefit of posterity…” “Abovian is my surname and Khachatour --- my first name… It was I who saw from the summit of Massis the dark of my country and the light of salvation dawning from the North. I made the wounds of Armenia into a song and disappeared traceless in the eventide for my intrepid race of Aghassi to stay in existence…” "I’m Mikael Nalbandian… The only true religion worthy of professing is Liberty for the sake of which I suffered and for which i was murdered…” “I’m Raffi… The combatant and prophet of the liberation of my Armenian brethren groaning under Sultan’s yoke… The ‘Sparks’ that I sowed kindled the blazing fire of the national-liberation struggle which, alas! Was put out in the gushing blood of the genocide…” “I’m Komitas --- the eternal bell ringer of the church of Armenian songs… It was I who cleaned up the ever trickling stream of the Armenian song of its foreign mud and turbidity and made its pure gurgle heard all over the world…” “I’m Daniel Varouzhan and Siamanto. It was I who sang the Armenians’ ‘Heathen Songs’ and ‘The song of the Bread’, the horrors of the genocide of the Armenians and the handul of ashes of the native home, and though I was put to the sword by the Turkish butcherers still I heard, before my death, the, Red News’ reaching my land and people…’ “I’m general Andranik --- my hard-pressed people’s revengeful spirit, now soaring high like an eagle over the mountains of Armenia… Though I quit my native Land, embittered and broken-hearted, yet I left behind my sword of which even the glitter strikes terror in the hearts of my foes…” “I’m Stephan Shahumian… It was I who illuminated Baku and Transcaucasia with the torch of the October Revolution, hearing before my death in the desert of Akcha-Kuyma the gurgle of the canals of new Armenia…” “I’m Toumanian, the singer of the heaven-reaching mountains of Loree and the bottomless sorrow-laden abyss of the Armenians… It was not I who wrote… The mountains and gorges used my hand to write about distress and faith of the Armenians. It was the Armenian people that wrote with my hand about he age long forayed caravan trailing inexhaustible treasures across the gulf of centuries…” “I’m Vahan Terian --- the singer of the great city, the singer of the great city, the singer of autumn and sorrow. The path of my life and my song were like the autumn alley bestrewn with fallen leaves --- a melancholy alley which, however, took me to Dawn to glorify the red, blood-hued banner of October…” “I’m Charents, the storm-breathing Narekatsi of the Revolution. It was I who glorified “The Maddene Mobs” struggling for the October Revolution, hunting in their footsteps for the radio-signals of the forthcoming spacecraft…” “I’m Alexander Tamanian --- the happiest architect who lived in a country where the entire nation was inflamed with the fervors of construction… It was I who, on a happy day, designed New Yerevan --- the centuries-old dream of my creative people --- the like of which we’ve never had…” “I’m Isahakian… I loved my native land, but it turned into an unhappy motherland to me; beautiful as its mountains and gorges were, its sons were victimized in a vast blood-bath. …Therefore I joined Abu-Lala Mahari’s caravan to roam at large in foreign lands before the revival bells of Armenia called me back home, and I found eternal place in my homeland…” “I’m Martiros Sarian… The reds and the gold's, the violets and the greens, amassed bit by bit by the medieval limners, reached me… It was I who charted the particular site and inviolable frontiers of Armenia on the world map of painting…” “I’m Vahram Papazian…What countless stages of the world have acclaimed my Othello! And numberless Desdemona's have fluttered in my arms! …But on all those stages I pined for OUR TOWN and mercilessly “smothered” many foreign-born Desdemona's, longing to embrace the Armenian Desdemona on the Armenian Stage.” “I’m the astronomer Victor Hambartsumian… Small is the land of the Armenians, yet its borders extend from Byurakan as far as the stars, and the distant galaxies and constellations thou me…” “I’m Marshal Baghramian and Admiral Issakov whom the water-free stones of Armenia have brought into this world. In the infernal days of the genocide, when our people was drenched in blood, who lent a helping hand to it? And again, a short time ago, in the days of the Great Patriotic War? Did we, the Armenian sons of the great family of peoples, not save the European nations and races crucified on the crooked cross?” “I’m Aram Khachaturian… Making the plain and fair melodies of my people into mighty symphonies I sound them far and wide, telling the world the story of the rebirth of my age-honored land…” “I’m that peasant who has been growing the vine that shapes the fate of my people and is the same age, and the wine squeezed from it is as bitter as our ordeals of past days and as sweet as our faith in the unborn Tomorrow…” “I’m that young Armenian worker and specialist whose skillful hands have made the super-precise instruments now available in the remotest parts of the world and ascending the stars and the moon…” “I’m that wandering refugee who has built and lost his house in all parts of the world and, at the foot of Ararat, is now setting up his home that will stand erect forever…” “I’m the Armenian of the Diaspora whose harrowing experience taught him the mystery of surviving and abiding Armenian; who is the refugee of today but tomorrow --- the citizen of new Armenia…” “I’m that scientist who is harnessing the electron, squeezing light from the atom and extracting fine silk threads from the coarse Armenian stones…” “I’m that young, dashing poet who has committed to paper his first verses dedicated to Armenia…” “I’m that pupil who has now come into possession, across the gulf of sixteen centuries, of the letters shaped by Mesrop Mashtots…” “I’m the child that has just come into the world in one of the maternity homes of Yerevan; who, unaware as yet of what has been acquired before him, is now the successor and inheritor of the that wealth…” Such will be the utterance of the deep yet inspirited voice, which will in turn enthuse everyone; and emboldened by its words, the orchestra will sound growingly resonant… And when all ask him with one accord “BUT WHO ARE YOU, TRAVELER, IN THE LONG RUN?” He will say, now in a voice fortified by the martyrdom of forty centuries, “I am Armenia; I am the Armenian people that, having persisted for countless ages in solitude in the midst of wolves, now lives in the harmonious family of fraternal peoples.” “I am the traveler to eternity who, having arrived from the depth of centuries, is heading for the centuries to come, whose onward march will know no end as long as even a single Armenian lives on this globe, under this eternal sun…”

maaaaan, I don’t know about you but this cracked me UPPPPPPP

vuy aman You left out guys who where adidas suits and half shaven talking on there cell phones