The schoolchildren are on summer vacation, and I suddenly receive a beautiful surprise…The mother of one of my students Kevork Bedrosian, who has been transferred to the seventh grade, tells me that her son was being sent to Greece to spend his vacation as the son of a deceased freedom fighter. Kevork is a shy and very modest boy with a melancholic look, and I especially admire him. I found out that he had recently gone to Yerablur Military Pantheon in Armenia to visit his father’s tomb along with his brother, sister and mother…
I talk to him in my mind and remember the past. I look at his photo and feel sad, and the memories take me back to the homeroom class where we had created a corner named after Kevork’s late father, David Bedrosian months ago.
On that day, I entered the classroom and saw flowers that had been put in a vase in memory of Davit. I was told that Kevork and his classmates had brought the flowers. The class had begun when my student suddenly got up from his seat with a look of melancholy and asked to leave the classroom for a couple of minutes…After a short while, the door opened. I stopped speaking, and we all looked at him. He was standing with his head hung low and with lilies in his hand. He had brought flowers for his father. I barely held back my emotions. I wanted to hug him. Suddenly, he gave me the lilies tied with a black ribbon. He had bought them from the nearby flower shop.
I couldn’t hold back my emotions. There was not a soundin the room
. I barely held back my tears so that the schoolchildren wouldn’t notice and placed the flowers in the vase. Only the flowers “saw” that I was shedding some tears that fell on the petals. I left the classroom, murmuring prayers for the martyrs.
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Natasha Boghosian
Merited pedagogue of Artsakh,
Teacher of Armenian language and literature at Vladimir Balayan Middle School of Martakert
