Mkhitar Sparap Biography

Here the closest path between the ancient Armenian Highlands of Artsakh and Syunik ran. A small caravan hurried along the path from Artsakh to Syunik. Although the sun has already risen over the snowy peaks of Kirs, the predawn haze in the forest has not yet scattered. It was deep autumn. Books and grab were exposed and even oak rocks. The forest was silent.

The riders accompanying the caravan were silent. Silently rode sparapet 1 Mkhitar and thousand Ter-Avetis. A handle of a Dutch pistol stuck out at the gray-turn and white-headed Ter-Avetis from behind a silver belt. The gate of his simple cassock was unfastened, and a cross was visible on his neck. Next to the thousand tall, slender Mkhitar seemed to have grown into the saddle of his gray horse.

The eyebrows are thrown up, a restless look. The dark face is preoccupied. In addition to two pistols shut up behind the belt, Mkhitar had a short -sized saber on the silver ephez. Sparapet is a commander who is the commander in chief here further by the approx. Three nights ago they left the Gandzasar monastery, in Artsakh. In the flashing light of the torch, they attached to the hand of the elderly Agni Catholicos Yesai Asan Jalalyan and set off on the return trip home.

The rocky gorges of Artsakh drove away, the insidious rivers passed and now they reached the Armenians once inhabited, and now the completely depopulated Syunik harbar 2 porridge, the prolonged silence was the first to violate the Ter-Avetis. The roads are dangerous. Anyone could be with the messenger. They just took trouble, barely cleared up the sky above his head and the sun looked into the soul ...

Hope will fade away, we will remain inexcompressed. On the way, long -ruled villages often came across. At the sight of their face, Mkhitar was even darker. Indeed, along these stalled paths, a crowded road once ran, and the earth shuddered from the echoed clatter of horse hooves, and all the surroundings were announced by the tuning of the bells inspired on the neck of the camels.

Gavar Kashatyk has long been empty. A century and a half ago, the Ottoman troops ruined his settlements, and, as sad witnesses of former prosperity, the walls of the monasteries overgrown with moss, destroyed by the Trodates of the bridges and the ruins of the caravanserais from Artashes, will rise here and there ... The snowy mountains of Sunika-majestic in the white crown of Kapuytjig, proud Aramazd, proud Aramades.

Gazboil, a hut-rushed and a lonely, gloomy Ishkhan-Metz. The caravan revived. Only Mkhitar remained indifferent to universal joy. The closer they drove up to the native Havar Aband, the more gloomy he was - his heart ached with a long -standing, never healing wound. Havar is a province. It got dark, in Mkhitar still did not give orders about the halt-he was in a hurry to Alidzor to David Bek.

About a month ago, the Handaasar Catholicos messenger came to Alidzor with a letter. They came their people to meet the messenger with us and delve into the essence of the royal letter. ” David-Bek sent two close associates in Artsas, ordering secretly to deliver the royal messenger to Alidzor. Mkhitar and Ter-Avetis were waiting for the arrival of the royal ambassador at the Catholicos.

And they were ready to wait for him at least the whole winter, but David-Bek recalled them. And then the sparapet of the Armenian troops and his assistant thousand TER-Avetis are shaking in the saddles day and night, trying to get to Alidzor as soon as possible. They carry several hundred rifles made in Artsakh with them with them ... Soon, in the night blue of the star autumn sky, the Khndebrez fortress was shone.

Ter-Avetis did not mind, but for him it remained a mystery why Mkhitar avoids Melik 2 Barkhudar at home. How did he know that all Mkhitar’s thoughts were in the fortress of KhNZOROKOSK. For a year now he had not seen the one whose image never left him, whose voice always rang in his ears ... However, Mkhitar knew how to suppress his longing and avoided meetings with a girl, for whom he was ready to give fame and life won in battles.

Moreover, he tried to etch his love out of his soul, not to remember 1. The same Nadir Khan, who once helped the Persian shah Tahmaz occupy the throne of his father. Tahmaz Kuli called himself - a servant, a slave that hmm and for.

In the year he himself took possession of the Persian throne. Melik is a prince. The meeting could again light him, and this fire, who knows, could destroy the matter to which he hired himself, to fight for which he swore in front of the people. In addition, tormented by himself, he did not want to doom to the suffering of his wife Satenik, his two children, a faithful assistant in the case ...

That's why he did not stop by the KhNZOROSK. It was already midnight when the caravan reached the Phnza Forests. The tired warriors were delighted that they would finally take a breath. But Mkhitar decided not to linger. A dissatisfied murmur flashed. Refugees settled there, they will not come up with us. Better to spend it in the forest. The younger traded fell silent, not without fear, looked at the rocks, barely visible into the sky and, without saying a word, moved forward.

It has become more difficult to advance. I had to leave the horses into the gorge, and carefully wade along a steep, wooded slope up. The branches scratched their faces, knocked down hats. Stones rolled into the gorge rumbled into the gorge. The noise of the waterfall was heard aside. Soon they rested on a steep cliff.The younger bid again advised Mkhitar not to experience fate, return and spend the night in the forest.

Other warriors asked about the same thing. But Mkhitar ordered: -Krive them, let them take us to their place. Trading, folding his palms, shouted: -Ei, good people, help! .. His voice swayed around the mountains and did not have time to freeze, as three dark figures grew out of the darkness. Continuation Read by downloading the book on the link the most readable:.