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Every year descendants of survivors from Khastur village of Alashkert gather from different parts of Armenia and Russia inorder <strong>to</strong> spend a day <strong>to</strong>gether.girs’s” dances, preparing “Ergirs’s” food etc. Many of them have special days for periodic meetings, especiallyin cases where former fellow-countrymen are separated and live in different places.<strong>The</strong> “Ergirian” microworld renders homage <strong>to</strong> “Ergir’s” intellectuals, <strong>to</strong> the leaders who organized selfdefenseduring the massacres, <strong>to</strong> those perished in the self-defense movement; it keeps worshiping Andranik,whose high devotion and fidelity made it possible <strong>to</strong> save the surviving part of the population ofthe “Ergir” ; this world shares the impressions of those who visited the “Ergir”; it makes sure the genocidememories are inherited by the next generation; it condemns any form of retreat from the “Ergir’s”cus<strong>to</strong>ms, etc.Almost all of our narra<strong>to</strong>rs bear firmly in their mind their grandfathers’ s<strong>to</strong>ries about the splendid landscape, streams, water, flowers and forests of their “Ergir”; “My mother used <strong>to</strong> tell me that everything grew perfectlywell there, everything was perfectly tasteful ... “we could smell the ripening apples in the neighboring villageand . we would say that apples in Tapavan are grown” (An extract from the s<strong>to</strong>ry of Arpik Shahinyan). “We hada woman from Bingyol, an old woman born in Bingyol. Well, whenever we offered her <strong>to</strong> taste some fruit she wouldsay: “Dear my! Where is my Bingyol water, my Bingyoul fruits...This is completely uneatable... how you can eat this?”... She would say: “Look , we had watermelons of such size that when children sat on them their feet could not reachthe ground. In Bingyol, we had a spring twelve months a year” (from the s<strong>to</strong>ry of Vard Abajyan). Hrachya Hov-97

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