"...French music, silent during the war, convulsively awakened on the day of the armistice. And who would not awaken - be it a person or music? Before that we lived, as it were, in an anxious dream, and after that we lived in anxiety, but they were awake. Look at the car advertisements. There is somewhere for everyone to go. Debussy (as a person) died, Ravel was sick and afraid. And the dawn reigned everywhere, and at dawn a person experiences a malaise unknown to him either at night or during the day. In the vineyards we processed the vines, communicating fraternally with peons from Mexico, admiring the bandit Pancho Villa and the maniac Orozco, armed with brushes and paint..." Translation: Aram Ohanyan