The time is immortal, we leave this world, but it stays stable. Coming to this world we subsist while feeling and seeing all that is gifted to us from heaven. We are happy when we meet nice people in the crossroads of the life and we are sad when we notice sorrow and malice in their eyes.
The time is immortal, we leave this world, but it stays stable. Coming to this world we subsist while feeling and seeing all that is gifted to us from heaven. We are happy when we meet nice people in the crossroads of the life and we are sad when we notice sorrow and malice in their eyes.
I am too small to appreciate human values, but I have a great desire to change this world. First of all I want the notion of «money» to disappear, the life to be equal, where there are no rich and poor people. I want to spread seeds of love everywhere and these seeds will turn to perennial flowers in their hollow souls as they don’t comprehend that it is impossible to buy conscience by money.
I am a painter and even with my unskilled hand I paint the sun, the blue sky and the rainbow shining after the rain. This should be our world and the small corner of this world, our house, which I should turn into the most beautiful one. But today I want to have happy childhood. I suffer seeing my peers in the street begging money.
…Should I have a chance I will change this world and explain the fighting parties that this life is merely a second in the immensity of the universe and there is nothing left but to live…
Author: Andranik Ohanyan (13 years old)