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Interview with Zarouhi Mooradian (nee Malkasian), conducted by her grandson, Craig Wallen, at her home in Whitinsville, Mass., April 28, 1973
CW: What is your name? ZM: Zaruhi Mooradian CW: Where were you born? ZM: Pazmashen. Where is that? ZM: Kharpert (province in Turkey) When were you born? ZM: 1898. CW: What were your parents’ names? ZM: Father’s name was Sarkis and (mother’s name] Bahar. CW: Last name? ZM: Malkasian. CW: Do you know what your…
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The founding of Pazmashen
I take to write about the history of Pazmashen, presenting the conduct of our past forefathers, their civilization, intelligence, production, conscientiousness, and charity, also their good habits that have been generous, and offered faithful service for nation and fatherland. From wherever they are, scattered among the four corners of today’s world, the children of Pazmashen,…
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Khrimian was a strong and industrious man, and his inauguration meant the raising of Etchmiadzin to a powerful religious institution (1896)
A vast multitude of Armenians surged around the walls of the sacred edifice, and all awaited in great anxiety to hear of the result of the balloting. It was a touching spectacle. Men and women, the young and the old, wept like children as their voices grew hoarse by shouting ” Papa ! Papa !…
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The Porte’s preliminary steps for the suppression of the Armenian Question, and England’s shameful part (1896)
Shortly after the Treaty of Berlin the British Government despatched a number of consular officers with certain instructions to go and inquire into the general condition of Armenia, for the alleged purpose of ascertaining the necessary measures of reform. These officers were secretly commissioned to make efforts for the killing of the Armenian Question. In…
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British selfishness and greed has been maintaining this curse of Turkish domination, which was doomed to perish forty-three years ago (1896)
While Europe has been progressing in civilization the Ottoman Empire has remained in its slumber of medieval times. The world has undergone a revolution, yet the Turk is in his primitive barbarity, with all his Tartar instincts. The Ottoman Empire has been an anachronism in the nineteenth century, and it could have no place among…
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Lament over the Heroes fallen in the Battle of Avarair, by Karekin Srvanstian
(1840-1892) IF Goghtan’s bards no longer crown Armenia’s heroes with their lays,Let deathless souls from Heaven come down, Our valiant ones to praise ! Ye shining angel hosts, descend : On Ararat’s white summit pause ;Let God Himself the heavens rend, To come and judge our cause. Fly, clouds, from Shavarshan away, Pour not on it your gentle rain :—’Tis…
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Cradle Song, by Raphael Patkanian
(1830-1892) Mother SWEET slumber now creeps o’er thee slow,Sweet breezes rock thee to and fro :My baby sleeps, so soft and lowWith sweetest songs I’ll sing oror. Baby O Mother dear, thou art unkindMy sleepless eyes so long to bind.Anon I’ll rest, and sleep resigned ;—Release me now, sing not oror. Mother Why dost thou shed those…
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Cradle Song, by Raphael Patkanian
(1830-1892) Mother SWEET slumber now creeps o’er thee slow,Sweet breezes rock thee to and fro :My baby sleeps, so soft and lowWith sweetest songs I’ll sing oror. Baby O Mother dear, thou art unkindMy sleepless eyes so long to bind.Anon I’ll rest, and sleep resigned ;—Release me now, sing not oror. Mother Why dost thou shed those…
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Spring, by Hovhannes Hovhannisian
(Born 1869) NONE await thy smiling rays ;Whither comest thou, O Spring ?None are left to sing thy praise—Vain thy coming now, O Spring ! All the world is wrapped in gloom,Earth in blood is weltering :This year brought us blackest doom—Whither comest thou, O Spring ? No rose for the nightingale,No flower within park or…
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The Little Lake, by Bedros Tourian
(1852-1872) WHY dost thou lie in hushed surprise, Thou little lonely mere ?Did some fair woman wistfully Gaze in thy mirror clear ? Or are thy waters calm and still Admiring the blue sky,Where shining cloudlets, like thy foam, Are drifting softly by ? Sad little lake, let us be friends ! I too am desolate ;I too would fain,…