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I like it and enjoy, but yesterday I read a really very interesting book called "Burned Alive" by Suad. It was a shocking experience I'll never forget. The book is very interesting, if you like reading you should read it.

Later today my Mum invited me to Ani Plaza Hotel, where there was going to be a conference organized by Austrian Airlines. It was quite nice. I learned something about air ticket sales and so on. Then there was a wonderful stand-up meal. 

Now I'm going to New York using Google Earth. Bye!!!

How do you like these photos??? The photographers are very talented.

a lonely house in the Alpes;

Lourdes, France(the winner of a photo contest in Russia);

Assizi, Italy.

Have you ever heard that Armenia was the first country to adopt Christianity. That happened in 301 AD in the reign of king Trdat III. For many centuries Armenia has been a very religious country and despite all the foreign invasions and destructions caused by them many churches were built. The Armenian type of churches is unique aтв you can such churches only in Armenian communities. 

Saghmosavanque monastery, Aragatsotni marz;

Geghard temple, Kotayqi marz;

Noravanque monastery, Vayoc dzori marz;

Haghpat monastery, Loru marz;

Sanahin(means: older than that one-Haghpat) monastery, Loru marz;

Kecharis, Kotayqi marz;

St Zoravor's church, Yerevan.

But this is not all. There are numerous other churches in Armenia. The architecture is very interesting and unusual but I like Gothic churches more.

I am fond of taking photos. I love walking in Yerevan and taking its photos. Here are some of them. 

the Ministry of Foreign Affairs;

National Gallery;

the Ministry of Finance and National Post;

the most important clock in Armenia;

Armenia Marriott Hotel

(all these buildings are in Republic Square);

Karen Demirtshyan Concert Hall and Sport Complex;

Opera House;

Abovyan Str., the place where citizens love to walk;

Hyusisayin Ave., have you ever seen such a flat building?

...to be continued...

It was Valentine’s Day… almost evening.

Couples were walking in the streets of Paris and the restaurants were packed. Flower sellers, no matter weather in love or not, had a happy day. In the air there were love, roses, candles and whispers…

She was walking parallel to the river, wrapped in her black coat, dragging her feet with heavy boots. She was in the most romantic city of the world on the most romantic evening of the year… alone.

With each passing kissing couple new tear was born. She did not fight the tears back. Today they had the freedom to be as many as they wish, as strong as they wish and last for as long as they wish. She was alone, but her tears were in pairs. They were kissing her cheek and each other, while sliding down and dropping to the pavement. Later couples’ boots will step on them and they will die. 

She had read so many books about this wonderful city. She imagined so many things about the time she’ll be there. And today, as opposed to what she imagined, she shared her company with her colorful dreams and tears. She felt like a woman stepped of a book written by Remarque… but unfortunately there was no Ravic to bump into.

Something deep inside told her that that’s how she will always feel. Her romantic desires and plans will stay in books…some written by her, some by others. That’s where she will hide her dreams and tears, that’s where she will keep her memories and feelings. To many they will be just typed words… for her they will always stay sacred, pure, intense and feeling-full. 

Maybe that’s why, even now, a decade after that Valentine ’s Day, she still does not admire the “romantic Paris”. Maybe someday they will meet again and things will be different? Maybe she’ll have the chance of seeing Paris the way many others, who made it a Romance symbol see it? Who knows?

Or maybe it’s not about the city? Romance lives in hearts and souls and there are romantic couples in every city in every corner of the world… 
And when it fades away… it fades away even in Paris. 

If we or our friends go abroad we bring or ask them to bring us symbol-magnets of those countries. Here are some of them:

                                                          from Cyprus;

                                                      from Madrid;

                                                      from Salzburg;

                                           from Toulouse;

                                                      from Prague;

                                                      from Barcelona;

                                                                      from Moscow.

Very often i think that time passes too quickly, but when you want a week pass quickly it doesn't happen. This week was a very hard one for me, because I had lots of tests(the last in this term, it's awful. It seems to me I went to the university only yesterday, ooh, I now I'm finishing my first year (one more proof that time passes quickly)) + we had to prepare a advertising campaign for a new Armenian brand. Our team managed to do it, and we scored the highest results. 

Another important thing happened: my favourite Russian singer (whom I've loved very much for almost 7 years) SERGEY LAZAREV became the BEST ARTIST of Russia on 05.06.2009. I want to say that this is really fair, as he works very hard to achieve his goals, his songs are great. And he is SO beautiful and handsome. I love him very much. 

And as you've already guessed (haven't you???) that's Sergey on the photo.   

Web-site for downloading his songs: http://sergey-world.com/

See you!

She was finishing up her work day. The excel files were closed, the drawers locked and she rushed out of the room. She took a full mini-bus and spent 15 minutes in it, tired with thoughts rushing from one place to another, memories taking her from one place to another. Since few weeks she had this feeling that she doesn’t belong here… When she thought “here” she meant the whole meaning of the word…the country, the workplace, the boy-friend, the lifestyle, the goals…her whole life in general. Many years will pass and she’ll understand that this feeling will be visiting her often and it’s not scary….but this was the first time and she was scared…

Her boy-friend’s friend’s birthday was in half an hour and she had few minutes to go home, take off that smart suit and get back to her real self. Her boy-friend will come and wait for her next to their building as always and they will walk to the restaurant... Everything with him was so predictable…everything had become a habit and that was so against her real self. She was entering this transition period when she had to make drastic changes…but to which direction, when and how was something she was trying to decide. In any case she thought that since she had to go to this party she’ll try to spend good time.

They were the last ones who came. All were at the table already. She looked so different from how she looked at work. Her make-up was intense, jeans tight and heels high. She acted careless, but only she knew how many thoughts she had in her tired mind. Those people thought they knew her…but they didn’t…and they will never know that they didn’t.

Maybe from aside she looked strange… She was the only one who didn’t eat and sliced lemon on her plate to have something to eat on top of the vodka she was drinking. The vodka did match neither the hot summer weather, nor her look… but still.

When she had a decent quantity of alcohol and could relax a bit, chase away the worrying thoughts and actually not care, she had few dances. 

Then he took her home, she opened the door with the key, not to wake up her mum and bro and got in. She spent few minutes looking at her image at the mirror.

“Hey, there! Is this how you’d like to live? Senseless… empty…with people who don’t know you…following the habit, simply because it’s comfortable???”
She looked at the mirror and saw a new look in her eyes. Look of determination, look of maturity ….and the upcoming change”

That’s how it all started… and few months later, when she was ready, she took the final decision, made the required steps and changed everything.

She was attending other gatherings, next to her she had completely different man and her new life brought completely different thoughts…and completely different problems…
New problems to be solved affront of the mirror… 

Sometimes being strong is a weakness…

Sometimes, when people leave you when you need them to stay you’re too strong to ask them…
Sometimes, when you need help, you’re too strong to admit it…
Sometimes, when you need compliments, care and warmth, your strong image blocks the way…
Sometimes you’re so strong that people think you can do anything…alone!

But when I look at it now, after wiping out my tears and calming down, it’s only sometimes…

In most cases you don’t fall, because you’re strong..
In most cases you keep your self confidence thanx to your strength…
In most cases you don’t let anyone hurt you cause you’re strong enough to hurt back…

In any case being a strong woman is much better than being a weak man!

I spent few minutes staring at the empty word document on my screen. Then a strange thought came up.

Why can’t writers make a chef d'oeuvre presenting the readers with simply empty cover and pages. It would be something like Malevich’s Black Square. Why not?  

And you can always have the excuse that readers have to be able to read the spaces between the words and this creation consists of spaces only.

The readers, on the other hand will have the opportunity reading whatever they prefer to read in those empty pages!

I received a phone call at home few minutes ago. Here is the conversation...funny and sad at the same time.

- Hallo?

- Hallo. I'm sorry, I received a phone call from your number to my cell phone yesterday. Who is it?

- Huh? I don't know? Which number?  It may have been my husband, so can't tell really, sorry!

- Oh, OK

then a small pause. I can hear her smiling and she talks again

- In fact the call was not to me but to my husband's cell phone. So don't get tense please.

- Tense!? I'm not tense - and I wonder why should I be

-I saw the call yesterday and had some doubts and was nervous. So don't think of anything bad please.

I'm confused and amused at the same time.

- Don't worry, it wasn't me calling.

- Bye

That's it! Who was she? How did she sleep last night? I don't know, but I hope this night she'll sleep better :)