Mount Ararat stood before me as a constant reminder of my lineage. Whether I was awake or asleep, the Garden of Eden remained very much alive in me, keeping the name and preeminence of our country in the forefront of my consciousness. Haik, Vardan, Trdat, Gregory, they all kept whispering to me, even in my sleep, that I am their offspring. Europe and Asia continuously hearkened to me as the son of Haik, the grandson of Noah, the son of Ejmiatsin, the inhabitant of paradise.

Kh. Abovyan