"...I return to the short story again, this time a little saddened. But what's the point! The war will not let me write it. Its shadow falls on all work and makes all hopes for the future futile. Instead of sitting and sour, I leave the house and direct my steps towards the public library. I see people and notice that something has come over them, they are not the same as yesterday. The change is subtle and difficult to express, but I see that they are somehow different. I wonder if I have remained the same as I was? Of course I have, I tell myself, but at the same time I don’t believe it. People like me seem the same, but I feel a change in them. , but I can’t grasp what has changed in me. I’m trying with all my might to remain the same as I was, but, despite my efforts, I’m not very successful. Every moment I change slightly, but for sure.. "Translation: Aram Ohanyan