People, lifestyles, places and events, here is where we come from, this is our shared history.
Come explore and reconstruct the Armenian memory puzzle.
THE door of Heaven open seemed And in thy house the sunlight gleamed. As through the garden’s willow’d walks I hiedFull many a tree and blossom I espied.But of all trees, the Apple Tree most fairAnd beautiful did unto me appear.It sobbed and wept. Its leaves ...