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Last Sunday, the Institute of Manuscripts
made ready for the chalk painting competition
for Children's Day in Matenadaran small
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| "I can't wait fot
the start of the compeition. . . Let's
start already!" |
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Readying for the start, chalk boxes
poised for use . . . |
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| And with a loud speaker
announcing "Let's start our competition"
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. . . but wait. Isn't it just for
children? Okay, for mothers, too . .
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| This is my mother. |
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This is my mother land. |
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| This is our peaceful
soul. |
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Imagination can cross lines, but the
chalk must stay inside. |
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| Anxious young painters
await a winner. |
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And the winning entry is of a peaceful
world, taken from the mind of a child. |
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| And at the end of the
day, there's no more room for color.
Until next year. |
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