Over afternoon tea, after listening to terrible stories about the first hungry, cold and dark winter experienced by Armenia, she condemned the mass exodus of the population from the country. “I am proud of our government,” she said. “By preventing immigration in every possible way, it is absolutely right.” It seems that she was frightened by the influx of numerous Yerevan relatives.
In the autumn of the same year, a great-nephew warned Greta in advance about his next visit to Geneva. She pleaded insane employment and avoided the meeting. Greta also knew about all his subsequent visits, but she did not lift a finger to meet again. He annually visited Geneva on official business, however, in turn, did not take steps to see the only surviving granddaughter of Vardan Boyajyan.
INSTEAD OF EPILOGUE
Warm September evening in 1989. At the entrance to one of the popular Yerevan cooperative cafes, which recently opened on Kievskaya Street, about thirty Yerevan descendants of Vardan and Natalia gathered. Among those gathered are Fadeya with his second wife and her granddaughter, who flew in from Moscow specially, his two sons with their families and godfathers, Grant with his wife and the family of his eldest son who died in a plane crash (the youngest could not fly from Lvov). The relatives got together at the invitation of Greta and Rudolf, who had arrived from Switzerland a week ago as part of a tourist group and for some reason decided to separate from the group four days ahead of schedule and fly to Moscow, accompanied by Fadeeva’s wife’s granddaughter. On the eve of departure, the Swiss guests arranged a farewell party and invited all the relatives,