Reflection

- Hi, I'm Armen.

- I'm Mariam.

- My name is Gio.

- Sam.

- And I'm Tetiana.

Three countries separated by thousands of kilometers, different time zones, languages, authentic cultural heritage and unique historical experience. A dozen of young people born in different parts of the world. Movies, books, radio - as a unique passions. 

What can unite those whose life paths that seems to have no chance to cross?

War... Love... The pain of memory...

Was it possible to predict that the powerful Armenian mountains, which united in one place young people from Armenia, Georgia and Ukraine passionate about literature, would become a reflection of pain concentrated for generations? I see myself in these people. I see in them my ancestors and my tough background.

Armenia, Georgia and Ukraine. Why are we so close to each other? Why do we understand each other with fragments of phrases "grandmother was deported", "were repressed", "defended their own"? Why do we know in our twenties about the war not only from books? Why do tears in our eyes and the feeling that we are made of the same material make us so close? Why was the century of our life a struggle for the right to be ourselves? We have answers to these questions and we know where the fate of our stories originates, but we only nod silently in unison, not calling the devil by name. We smile in spite of everything and against all odds and stubbornly bend the line of fate (which, obviously, someone wants to choose for us).

The face of our being, which is not yet fully filled with experience, but embraced by some very deep meaning, reflects sincerity, frankness, authenticity and incorruptible desire for revenge. No, this revenge will not be implemented through bullets or sharpened knife blades, but it will definitely be full of love for the origin and will be translated into actions and achievements for this and future generations. For our powerful, glorious, brave nations.

...Sometimes the strong Armenian mountains can hurt when they touch the sensitive cords of the soul, but they breathe inspiration, whispering: "Armen... Mariam... Gio... Sam... Tetiana... ... It hurts, but in your pure desire, collecting each small stone, you will build a new world. Because there are so many more like you."

About the author

Ivanitska Tetiana – Іваніцька Тетяна

Tetiana is a psychiatrist, writer, assistant of the department of Psychiatry, narcology and medical psychology of the Ternopil National Medical University.

Her personal literary publications include:

– (2015) a poetry collection “Carpe Diem”. Khmelnytskyi: Liliya;

– (2017) a poetry collection “Paperovi kryla” [Paper wings]. Dnipro: Lira;

– (2017) the book “Mij didus buv polskym pereselentsem” [My grandfather was a Polish immigrant]. Dnipro: Lira.

Tetiana is a graduate of the Winter Literary School I from the Center for Literary Education (Kyiv, 2015). She has been a participant of the “Publishers’ Forum” in Lviv, the Kyiv Book Arsenal, “Urbanfest” in Cherkasy, “An-T-R-Act” in Kherson, “Golsky Fest” in Chortkov, “Street Market” in Ternopil, “Bells of Lemkivshchyna” in Monastrysk, “Night at the Museum” in Berezhany, the “BRIDGE: Literary Cherkasy” project, numerous poetry readings, tandems and slams.

In 2018, Tetiana received a one-year scholarship of the President of Ukraine for young writers.

In 2020, she became the laureate of the literary competition of the Smoloskyp publishing house for the book “Mij didus buv polskym pereselentsem” [My grandfather was a Polish immigrant]