One day, while eating bread, Nagharsh asked:
Mom, why are you eating your bread without anything?
The mother sighed and said:
"I am rolling my grief into lavash and swallow it."
Yes, In the Armenian Highlands The boys become mature very soon, and forget their childish games and one day Nagharsh noticed that The fields surrounding the village look like a patch and noticed that the mountainous country had given to every household one lavash's size of field
One day Nagharsh looked at his mother's work and said that he wanted to help her.
-"Baking bread is not your job, my son, if you want to be lucky and earn your living, find the job you want", said the mother
Mom, why are you eating your bread without anything?
The mother sighed and said:
"I am rolling my grief into lavash and swallow it."
Yes, In the Armenian Highlands The boys become mature very soon, and forget their childish games and one day Nagharsh noticed that The fields surrounding the village look like a patch and noticed that the mountainous country had given to every household one lavash's size of field
One day Nagharsh looked at his mother's work and said that he wanted to help her.
-"Baking bread is not your job, my son, if you want to be lucky and earn your living, find the job you want", said the mother
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