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WEDDING IN THE CAVE

VREZH  SARUKHANYAN

Those people are poor, who do not

feel that they are miraculously

encouraged by their great deads

at the time of their struggle and rage.

Garegin Nzhdeh

Armenian national and military leader

Harut slowly opened the bag of the gunpowder, carefully, even a little with tenderness put it in the side and looked up: “I added a handful, Grandfather Sisak, in order to avenge my father Vache and mother Tuho. Ottoman, you tied my grandfather — Sisak — on his arms and legs — they put him in a burning tonir1 and closed …And my heart with him went into a burning tonir, a killer dog… How could I forget, Ottoman, my heart is still in tonir… You hung up the wife of my brother Nicholas and slaughtered her with a sword in the shape of a cross, and my body was wounded with a sword, a bloody beast… You cut off the head of the five-year-old boys and hung them on the clothesline… Ottoman, I still hang on the hanger…. You will not digest, Ottoman, a thousand years will pass, you and those who gave you wings, you will not digest…You came not alone as a wolf, you came with a pack of gray wolves …Ottoman, you are a flock, you are not a lone wolf, you have come from afar with a flock and must again return to your old lair…

Harut gently touched a handful of gunpowder: “This full handful of gunpowder is in honor of my cute little girl Susanik, the daughter of Heno and my first love… When it was there, at sunset behind a big stone I was waiting for a girl coming back with water… Heno realized that I often walked alongside a water mill, while Susanik walked to bring water at these hours… Then I decided to send our family to the mill to get married… Hey, everythingisgone”. Arut tightly squeezed his swollen eyelids, his eyes already descended into the gorge of the cave of the Tslunk… The cry of the girl walking from the side of the ravine struck Harut like a lightning… Two askyars[1] ran for Susanik… Just the moment their ugly hand was to touch Heno’s daughter, Harut’s finger quickly pulled the trigger of the gun… One fell into the mud… Another one, when I felt the loop of rope around his neck, began to beg…

“Kurd, are you begging for mercy? Your only mercy is this loop, the sooner I tighten it, the quicker you’ll be saved, “Harut grunted and tightened the loop so tightly that the Kurd did not even have time to croak…

Harut had forgotten about Susanik … When he was wiping bloody hands, Susanik’s screech sobered him. He approached the girl, trembling like a leaf. Susanik did not understand what had happened to her, hugged Harut tightly, her cheeks burned, and warmth of Harut mixed with the girl’s glow… Susanik did not dare to open her eyes, so that the dream suddenly did not go away…

“Susanik, let’s take you to my father, and I, who knows where I’m going to? “Susanik could not or did not want to go…

For the first time Harut firmly hugged Susanik… The cheeks burned, lips open as the rose petals searched for the words, but could not find it. There was so much to say! Embracing Susanik, Harut was going to the mill…

“If it was so that this way lasted forever, would not reach the mill, this dream remained and remained!”,– inspired by her dreams, Susanik closed her eyes firmly in the palms of her hands.The tail of the dream and the road ended at the entrance to the mill… He put Susanik on a long-spinning huge millstone. Susanik did not open her eyes. In front of Harut’s eyes, the millstone began to spin, white flour poured down on his face, like the flakes of sleep playing in the air…. Then the flakes descended like dreams, covered Susanik’s closed eyes, her lips like roses, white breasts… Millstone was all in the flakes … Harut sobered up, Susanik did not open her eyes, she stayed in her dream…

The slower Harut left the mill, the faster his thoughts ran back… His heart and eyes remained on a rotating and snow-white millstone, living in flakes in his fairy tale and flying in the wedding dance of Susanik …

“Ottoman, you did not allow me to tie a wedding handkerchief, so that Susanik gave birth to our lovely children… I will leave childless from this world, but your kind will will dry up someday, your seed is evil, and it will not yield a crop in a foreign land.Forgive me, beautiful miller’s daughter, my gift for your wedding — this handful of gunpowder”, — hayduk[2] brought a handful of gunpowder to his lips, two heavy drops fell on gunpowder…

…Harut even more immersed his hands in a bag of gunpowder: “And this handful, Turks Beshek, for you and the three gold loving Kurds… Before Hsrut’s eyes there was already a battle in the ravine…

…Narrow path of the cave on starry night led Harut in the direction of voice. Beshek and three Kurds handed out stolen gold and jewelry. The Turk bored, which was very peculiar to him, because he is a Turk… Kurds objected that he slaughtered Armenians, should receive not less… Turks in Turkish and Kurds in Kurdish were bargaining…

“Lord, how long have I waited for this moment”, — whispered Harut, charging his gun. The gorge arose from the echo, Beshek trembled… Two Kurds did not manage to move from their seats. The third ran in the direction of the bushes… From the first bullet of Harut flew away the fleeing Kurd, grabbing hold of the bag… The Kurd trembled, the bag fell askew, opened… Inside, there was gold stolen from Armenians, and ornaments of murdered women… Harut put the bag in front of the barely breathing Beshek… Several rings were in place of the lost fingers, most of the earrings were on the bloody lobe… Beshek wanted water. Harut gave water and helped the wounded beast open his eyes…

“Open your eyes, Ottoman, this is September 1894… Look well, I’m the son of a Sisak from Shenik, remember my grandfather Sisak, burning in the tonir? Do you remember my bride and guys? Do you remember my godfather Horik? Whom they cut into hundreds of pieces according to your order…”

Beshek begged for life, like a lonely whining, wounded gray wolf…

“Do you ask for salvation? Now you’ll get it, — muttered Harut and presented six bullets to the crooked body of Beshek.– Let these six bullets become the six guests of incense for your unburied bodies, my dear grandfather, my sweet sister-in-law and boys, my godfather Horik”…

The path of starry night slowly led Harut to Heno’s Mill… Susanik put bread and wine on an ancient millstone.

“Heno, this sack of gold is for you, go away with Susanik on the other side of the Araks. And this gold and ornaments will give the brave souls of Semal and Shenik that they buy weapons and horses, if you see one of our family of Naroyans, give them some gold…. Say that Harut is getting married”. …. The world, like the old mill, twirled in Susanik’s eyes, Heno’s face darkened… Both knew what the wedding of fatal suicide bomber meant…

“Susanik, give me old rags and a handful of flour”, — Harut barely whispered. Susanik leaned against the millstone and turned to hide her tears…

…For the last time Harut dipped his hands in a bag of gunpowder: “And this handful as medicine and comfort, for Sheikh Amar.  Robber Amar, do you remember when you laid your hand on the barrel of gunpowder and mocked: “this barrel is a remedy and a consolation for Sasun’s fiday patients”. Your turn, sooner or later it will reach the rest too”…

Harut, as carefully as possible, flattened the bag of gunpowder, tied it to his back, dressed with rags given by Susanik and covered the bag with rags, hid the gun under his arm, chewed the hair with a handful of flour from the Heno’s mill, closed the forehead and eyebrows with a large bullet, took the baton and took a pose humpback…He did not recognize himself in the calm mirror of the water gathered in the fossa of one of the caves of the cave in the Tslunk Gorge: “Lord, give me patience so that I will play my part well”…

The closer he approached the cave, the louder and more passionately he danced… Sad motives of the Kurdish novel from afar fascinated the soldiers. Harut learned: Sheikh Amar was at the entrance to the cave, with his soldiers… He had long been convinced that the cave is the largest storehouse of gunpowder and ammunition of Kurds, no one dared to approach.

“Well, robber Amar, — grumbled Harut, — you were proud of it: “this barrel of gunpowder is medicine and consolation for Sasun’s fidai[3] patients, I’m going to have you cured me”.

“Who is this insane bard?” Take him away, “Amar shouted to the soldiers.

 “Agha, you sing very well in Kurdish and Turkish, it’s a song for a wedding, let’s have a little fun, “the soldiers asked.

Harut made the movements of a crazy hunchback, only they would not notice a bag of gunpowder… The Kurds started applauding, two who knew the tunes of Siaband, Leila Sejuma slightly sang… Harut with song and dance cautiously approached the entrance of the cave with weapons, barrels and gunpowders were already visible… It is necessary for several seconds to enter … Lolo from the love novel called more painfully, the dance was like a storm.Before a few seconds the Kurds came to their senses, Harut was already near sacks and barrels of gunpowder.The soldiers were amazed at the surprise, in the case of shooting, all together with the cave would rise into the air. Harut touched the wick coming out of the bag behind his back, stroked this Susanik’s hand involuntarily, felt the warmth, the blood woke up was dirty: “Susanik, I’m getting married in this clothes, forgive me the daughter of a miller… You can wait for me till the end of life, with your eyes closed, how much will you live your fairy tale, dear miller’s daughter, forgive me, I’m sorry”. While the soldiers tried to enter without a shot, Harut attached the wick: “Susanik, I’m getting married…”.From the powerful explosion, the mouth of the cave opened… In the air, in fire and dust, along with the stones, there were red pieces of human bodies…

The roar reached the remote villages of Sasun[4]… Then, day and night, the red dust fell on the cave of the Tslunk… The cave cried, and the canyon heard the cry of the cave to the red waves of Batumi water… There was a wedding in the cave…


1 a hole, where Armenian women cook lavash; national bread

[1] Turk soldier

[2] known as the Armenian irregular units, were Armenian civilians who voluntarily left their families to form self- defense units and irregular armed bands in reaction to the mass murder of Armenians and the pillage of Armenian villages by criminals.

[3] Synonym to hayduk

[4] Sasun- historically the area was known as Sasun, part of the historical Armenian Highland. Currently, it is a district in Turkey.

[5] Sasun- historically the area was known as Sasun, part of the historical Armenian Highland. Currently, it is a district in Turkey․

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