How we choose names, what they mean for us...
I always remember my little doll.
It is already 25 years ago, but i remember it as today, and I dream again...
When I was 7-8, house phones where attached to line. Very often I was finding myself front of mirror dancing or talking by phone with imaginary person. We had red tulip phone. One day when I was making telephone talk, there comes a mixed connection. On other side was a little girl my age. She sounds very friendly to me and I started to talk to her. Her name was Gayane. We talk such a way, like we know each other already long time. It could be endless talk, but we realise, that we were talking already more then 30 min. And somebody was waiting for the phone. So we end our talk very satisfied and happy that we find each other and make new friends. But we were so excited with our friendship, that after ending the phone call, I realise that we didn't exchange our contact information.
After that, very often i was taking the phone, hoping there will be mixed call and I will find my phone friend. But it never happened again. Then I was hoping to find her in school or in the street. But I didn't know her face, so I was hearing very carefully people's voice :)
After that, very often i was taking the phone, hoping there will be mixed call and I will find my phone friend. But it never happened again. Then I was hoping to find her in school or in the street. But I didn't know her face, so I was hearing very carefully people's voice :)
After some time we were playing in the street and my brother Arman find a doll in the mud. It was very special. You never expect to find such a beautiful doll in the mud. So we bring her to home, and wash her. Then i make new cloths for her and cut her hair in new style :) It was very lovely doll. I named her Gayane.
I was very happy to have Gayane with face. Every season I was making new lovely cloths for Gayane. And if I had something, I was talking to her. I was feeling that she is the one who understand me very well. As a result I develop skills, making dresses. Even my Grandma was making dresses for my Gayane. Then after some years, my cousin come to stay with me. They wanted to play with my Doll Gayane. Then Gayane had a broken leg. After that Gayane always was wearing long dress, and she had a support leg under her dress. Then when my nephew Andik was 2-3 years old, he only wanted to play with my
Gayane doll. One day I gave my doll to Andik, because I see he loves her very much.
But even now when I go there, I want to see if my Gayane is still okay.
Gayane doll. One day I gave my doll to Andik, because I see he loves her very much.
But even now when I go there, I want to see if my Gayane is still okay.
