"One morning, when I was about fifteen, I got up before dawn - I couldn’t sleep all night, tossing and turning from side to side, thinking about the strangeness of existence and about the earth, suddenly feeling my inextricable, undoubted involvement in it. All I spent the night thinking only to get up again in the morning, see the dawn, breathe and live. I slowly got up in the darkness of the early morning, put on a blue cotton shirt, pulled on corduroy trousers and socks, put on my shoes, and it was already November. It started to get colder, but I didn’t want to wear anything else. I was already warm and even almost hot, and if I had dressed warmer, I might have missed something: something unusual was going to happen. And I thought, if I were wearing warm clothes. clothes, then this something will elude me, and all that remains for me is the memory of something desired, but missed..." Translation: Aram Ohanyan