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Ես...

Իսկ ո՞ւր եմ ես,
Խաչմերուկի ճամփաբաժնին,
Դանդաղ սպասում եմ կանաչին,
Հոգնած կյանքի մրցավազքից,
Փողոցը կանցնեմ ես անցումից:
Դու մնացիր մեր վաղվա մեջ,
Իսկ ինձ երեկն է միշտ գերել,
Մեր այսօրն է՝ դատարկ մի էջ,
Թողել եմ քեզ, որ՝ խզբզես...
Բայց ես ես չեմ,
Ու չեմ եղել,
Ու չեմ ուզում արդեն լինել,
Դու կասես՝ ո՞նց, կհարցնես՝ ինչպե՞ս,
Հենց քո հարցերն են ինձ փոխել,
Դարձրել խնդիր, դարձրել լուծում,
Ե՛վ սասանվող, և՛ անկոտրում,
Թողել անպատասխան ու սին,
Խաչմերուկի ճամփաբաժնին,
Հեգնող կանաչ լույսի հույսին...

The colors

Apple Green was sitting all alone in the desert of white paper. Life is so uneasy when you're green (especially apple green!) and single.
He dreamed to become a light shade of blue, but the painter had had raw egg in the morning for the breakfast and his talent didn't go further than apple green. But usually greenish shades are quite optimistic and action colors, so he didn't want to give up. World was not only white and green, and raw eggs shouldn't dictate the colors. So he took the brush and started making his own, dream color. A little bit of red and blue, then white, some yellow. Apple Green meditated for a while whether he should add some green into his masterpiece, he was so afraid to spoil the new born color. But then he located the brush in his brightest spot, which is considered the heart of the colors and mixed it all. A new color appeared on the white paper- Crimson Glory. Proud, lazy and selfish, she started her life yawning, without looking around. Then she started complaining about the noise(although there wasn't any), light and conditions. Apple Green didn't notice any of that, he was glazing, silent, shy and in love. Then Crimson Glory looked around. On the white paper, in the middle of the room, her only company was a simple, open-hearted color- Apple Green. Well, I told you life is difficult when you're green,and being apple green doesn't make it easier. Every color can't be on the same paper with Crimson Glory. So she just took the brush and put it in black and then blue. Afterwards the brush was inserted into the heart of our poor friend. And Apple Green was converted into unknown color, because, you know, usually Crimson Glories are tasteless and a new soulless stain appeared on the paper, in the very place of Apple Green.