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After working hard in a number of villages in the Martakert region, we moved to the capital Stepanakert in the evening. We were accompanied by the light, almost imperceptible rain, which accompanied the sunset. We had reached Khachen village of Askeran region, we decided to get acquainted with the daily life of the people of Khachen.

We had just turned off the highway when we met a group of children. Each of them persuaded us to stop in the yard of Khachen secondary school, where, although no classes were held at that time of day, it was quite crowded.

Though the school named after GhazarosAghayan was closed, we managed to find out from the children that there was a museum in the school, where the biography of two great people from Khachen, Sergey Sarinyan and SevakArzumanyan, were completed.

Literature critic, Doctor-Professor of Philological Sciences, Academician of the National Academy of Sciences of the Republic of Armenia Sergey Sarinyan is the pride of the people of Khachen.

-Do you know that Sarinyan is from our village?

And the interesting thing was not the question; the interesting thing was their looks, which scolded us. What if one of us dares to say that he doesn't know...

Since Khachen greeted us with Sarinyan, I had to refer to the Sarinyanphenomenon a little.

The works of literature critic Sergey Sarinyan are dedicated to the issues of the history of new Armenian literature, literary directions, methodology and theory of literary studies. Monographs and articles about Armenian classics belong to his pen. In his studies, Sergey Sarinyan studied the principles of the periodization of the history of Armenian literature of the 19th century and early 20th century, the patterns of development, the literary schools and the scientific interpretation of the works of classical writers. It is characterized by the joint examination of specific historical and typological, aesthetic and philosophical equivalents of literary phenomena. Sergey Sarinyan also delivered critical works dedicated to the urgent issues of modern Armenian literature.

Of course, the children of Khachen have reason to be proud.

Our next stop was in the middle of the village, where Anush from Khachen was carefully cultivating the greens intended for ‘zhengyalovhats’.

Then we wanted to move to the memorial of the village, when on the way we were prompted to stop at the Tsatryan family who settled in Khachen after the 44-day war.

The elderly couple, Yuraand Susanna Tsatryans, welcomed us with love.

The conversation was sincere in the yard of the Tsatryans' house. The housewife was the first to speak, first getting consent from her husband.

"We have lost our home and place, leaving all our property for years to the enemy, but, as they say, God wanted us to still live in this respectable age, what can I say, it is impossible to escape fate. The people of Khachen received us very well, there is no question. The neighbours do everything to make us feel good, I am grateful, "said Mrs. Susanna, controlling the trembling of her voice.

And Mr. Yuri continued:

"It is true that we have left everything to the enemy, but that is not the pain." I will recreate everything at this age. My pain is our boys, our young people who were hit...

Then he could not continue, tears began to choke grandfatherYuri.

We were all looking at each other in silence for a few minutes, when Mr. Yuri got up and started talking again.

- We must not be broken, we must live, we must work even harder to be able to "stand up" and bring back what we lost. We have no other option.

The Tsatryan family was one of the events emphasizing the image of post-war Artsakh. The content of our conversation with them, of course, is not something to convey in one article, but living with feelings is a part of millennia.

The people of Khachen gathered in the yard of the Tsatryans' house accompanied us to the village church. And the children gathered near the church were many.

It turns out that they have gathered to meet us, to get acquainted with us.

One of the children approached us and said that they wanted to play a composition with three drummers.

The three of them sat in the churchyard and beat.

And we all began to pronounce unanimously.

- Sasun danced and the whole world admired ...

I do not want to write an epilogue about Khachen, I do not want to, because I definitely had to write about many more things, but I was incapable, I was incapable, because even now, days later, when writing about Khachen and the people of Khachen, my emotions began to consume me.

Blessed are those who, like the people of Khachen, know the formula for living.