Violet Grigoryan


Translated by Shushan Karapetian To the Immortal Memory of Alfred He fixed the little fold of the white table cloth, the last glass, – yes, yes, to the right, no, it hasn’t started, – done, he wiped and set it …

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Notes from Yerevan, Armenia

First impression: Yerevan undulates out the semi-desert, ringed with what look suspiciously like nuclear reactors. Flight SU1860 jolts down at (the recently privatised) Zvartnots airport, and we pass a dis-assemblage of passenger jets in various states of stripped-down decay. In …

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