Artush and Zaur – English Translation
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Page 1 ALI AKBAR ARTUSH AND ZAUR (textbook of conflictology for adults) 1 Page 2 If there is a cross in the blood, I watched the reed, I did not find you, you are just a villain, an Armenian. Imadeddin Nasimi 2 Page 3 Azerbaijan, which inspired me with its existence to write and publish the book, With deep gratitude to the masses of Armenia and Georgia. author 3 Page 4 MEETING 4 Page 5 You have made me miserable, O Armenian, I became an Armenian slave in the way of love. 1 Tbilisi greeted him with a golden autumn and a light wind. Dirty concrete from the fourth car of the Baku-Tbilisi train Stepping on the platform, Zaur trembled slightly, lifting the collar of his jacket. Hanging his bag over his shoulder, stepped towards the wide stairs leading to the lower floor. Every time you come to this city, a strange spicy sausage The smell hit his nose. Today, the same smell was mixed with the smell of rainy weather. Similar to Acar khachapuri smoking in small ponds on the platform, unable to decide whether to evaporate in the weak rays of the sun stumps upset. The stumps were reminiscent of white sailing ships that had lost their direction at sea. On the roof of the platform in order The crows scream shamelessly, as if to those who got off the train in the crow dialect of Georgian "Welcome!" - they said. A three-legged dog quickly ran away from Zaur. Apparently, his right hind leg was under the train. Most of the Karabakh taxi drivers standing on the platform were Azerbaijanis. They are both Georgian, Russian and Azerbaijani For some reason, those who got off the train in Armenian were promised a very cheap and high-quality taxi ride. Conference the organizers did not send a car after him. In fact, Zaur didn't need it. The bag was not heavy- because he slept on the train and fell asleep, a short walk, a spectacle to Tbilissi, which he had not seen for half a year He wanted to make spiritual contact with the city. He had just stepped on the stairs when the gypsies cut him off and demanded money from him in Azerbaijani. Zaur Nervously, the fifteen-year-old gypsy girl pushed with her hand and said: - I escaped from Baku at your hands, and here you are cutting me off. Where can I get rid of you ?! Zaur said these words and began to descend the stairs. At that moment the gypsy girl mocked and from behind an angry voice was heard: - Get rid of Bayila! Zaur stopped. He turned and looked at the girl. The girl, seeing how much her words affected the stingy young man, laughed out loud, Zaura was open. Six gypsy girls who looked like him joined him and laughed, pointing to Zaura. Zaur shook his head in disgust and continued to descend the stairs. Gypsy girl there was something terrible in his words. I wonder what these words mean ?! Is it an offer to go to Bayil? or was he warned that he was leaving? Maybe the gypsy had cursed him ... He didn't understand Zaur. He could not understand. The gypsy girl's words were no different from those of Buddhist monks who had reached nirvana. This is it he has to ponder over the sentence for days, to understand its meaning. These words are wise, addressed to Zaura it was a riddle. Zaur unequivocally decided that the gypsy girl was a far-sighted and wise being. And the last step after falling, he leaned back again. The gypsy gang was no longer visible. His blood was black. He went out into the street and looked around. Golden Autumn, in all its splendor and splendor, embraced this ancient city, the sky seemed to cling to the ground. He no longer wanted to walk. He looked to the right and to the left. 10 meters away, yellow An old, poor man was reading a newspaper in the old 011 Jiguli. Zaur approached the half-open window of the car he said: - Hello, uncle. How much will you take to the mayor's office? The man came to life and threw the newspaper next to the gearbox. It was as if he was sure that Zaur would get in his car as, in a confident voice: "4 lari," he said. - I still have to spend money ... "Look, son, do you see the green window on the left in front?" - Yes. - You can spend your money there. Zaur nodded to the old man and hurried to the green window. Challenging the dollar for years and two The Georgian lari, who replaced the president, insisted on maintaining a two-state solution. Zaur in a narrow and awkward pavilion, He handed $ 100 to a fat, mustachioed, fat Georgian woman who could barely fit in a chair. dive in, ”he said. She held the banknote in the sunlight with her thick fingers, then spit on her thumb and counted the lari. He was counting slowly. Zaur was angry. Finally, he took the money, put it in his pocket without counting, and ran to the car. The back door He opened it, threw his bag on the seat, and sat down in front. "Let's go," he said. The old driver tried to start the car in Georgian, but like the driver himself, the old car the engine is whimsical, not in a hurry to obey the owner's orders. The old man, after two or three attempts, suddenly "Allah, Muhammad, or Ali," he said, turning the key again and starting the engine with a characteristic roar. Zaurun his eyes went to his head. Jiguli moved and was taken to the city center. Zaur could not stand: 5 Page 6 - Uncle, how do you know this prayer? - Which prayer, son? - I say "Allah, Muhammad, or Ali". The old man laughed, showing his teeth yellowed by cigarette smoke. - Yes, son, it seems that you are from Baku. - Yes, I am from Baku. - This prayer was taught to me by an Azerbaijani. "Before you drive, say these words, do it It will be avand, ”he said. Although many years have passed, I still remember this reminder. Every time he has a hard time, he comes to my aid. Earlier I often went to Kvemo-Kartli. You call that region Borchali. Azerbaijani in the Devil's Market in Tbilisi fruit sellers used to go home in this veteran car of mine several times a week. The old driver said this and hit the steering wheel several times with the palm of his hand. - Now I do not have the strength to travel long distances, nor in my car. We are both old. Zaur looked at the lazy Georgians who were walking hard along the sidewalk. - I understand... - Are you my son? Did you come for a walk in Tbilisi or not? .. - To participate in the conference. - What kind of conference is that? Does it belong to Baku-Tbilisi-Ceyhan? Zaur smiled. - No, it's not. It is an event related to the conflicts in the South Caucasus. The old man shook his head and nodded. The watchman looked at Zaura and said: - May God punish these politicians. Dogs, the people are wandering. With our war, conflict What can we do with it? All the republics are mixed with each other. We do not like the Soviet era, but even then things did not happen. Peoples had friendship and brotherhood. And now ... look ... Saying this, the man extended his hand in an indefinite direction. Zaur carefully to the side where the hand is stretched - To McDonald's, to the flags of the European Union fluttering in front of office buildings, looked at boutiques. Perhaps the man held out his hand in such a way that he did not mean anything or anyone. Or so perhaps he was protesting against Westernization and Americanization. Zaur did not want to clarify this. Just asked: - But there is no sin in nations, uncle? Is it only the fault of politicians? The man, unprepared for such a question, looked at Zaura intently. He had never met such a young man. Everyone who talks about the conflicts in the South Caucasus always agrees with him, and all his acquaintances are the same swearing at politicians. It was the first time that he blamed not only politicians, but also the people Azerbaijani, saw. - There is truth in his words, son. But there is another side to the issue. For example, the Karabakh of Azerbaijanis What could be wrong with the war? I'm sure you will say, "We were not guilty, the Armenians were guilty." In fact, you are right, the fault lies with the Armenians. But if we ask an Armenian who is guilty, he will say the opposite. Maybe not? Zaur disagreed with the man: "I wouldn't say we're innocent," he shrugged. There is no such thing as an innocent, flawless human being, and indirectly, a society. The Karabakh war has reached this level, perhaps due to certain mistakes we made. But, of course, the first to start were Armenians. First they wanted to unite with Armenia, then they demanded independence around.they did. It The happened result isto obvious. refugees, They those could who notlost unitetheir ashomes human and beings relatives. and establish an independent state. They stayed Zaur couldn't believe his ears. Was he the one who said these words? Its to have a long conversation with a taxi driver was not customary.