The moment came that Vardan feared the most. From the day he applied for an entry visa, he lost his peace and sleep. It was unbearably hard to leave the country where I was born, raised, started a family and raised four children. Even more unbearable was the thought that his beloved daughter, albeit at the insistence of her unloved son-in-law, had made a different choice and was breaking up with him.
He regretted that he did not have time to fulfill his old dream and take the children to Armenia, show and see the monuments of its history for himself, visit Karabakh, about which classmates used to talk so much. Their enthusiastic stories about the teachers of the Shusha real school, about the beauty of this wondrous Armenian region, which is not inferior to the beauty of Switzerland, were forever imprinted in his memory.
Coming daily to Amalia and fiddling with her sons, Vardan tried to distract himself from sad thoughts. It was necessary to cope with the fear of the unknown, and he, like a disgustingly cold snake, stubbornly crawled into his soul. Everything in my chest tightened with concern for Amalia and her grandchildren. With a titanic effort of will, he again and again drove away from himself a terrible presentiment — we would never see each other again.
Recently, Vardan has tried in vain to contact the spirit of Natalya and consult with her. Lying down in bed, meditating intensely and receiving no response signals, he understood that Natalya was offended by Amalia’s betrayal, and asked to be excused. “Forgive me, little wife, forgive me, my swallow. Forgive me for not being able to stop my daughter from marrying a man not only much older than her, but also intellectually inferior to her. I embrace your bright image. Sorry».