Third Year University 2017
First Place: Anush Hakobyan, Ijevan
Every morning, a bird lands on your window and pecks at the glass. It is your alarm clock. One morning, it doesn't appear. Instead, there is a note. What does it say? What happens next?
I was an ordinary girl, whose only wish was to live in her own fairytale. I was dreaming all the time about love, about handsome prince who will come and take me with him far away. I thought how wonderful would be to appear in one of my favorit cartoons or fairy tales and to be like one of that princess, who were beautiful and had a nice voice, who understood the aniimals and who actually could find their love. I was dreaming and my dream came true.
I was living in a little village, surrounded with high trees and mountains, with misterious forestes where as I though every animal knew how to speak. My parents and other relatives though that I’m getting crazy saying that every morning a little bird lands on my window and pecks at the class. I was sure I could hear him speaking with me, but no one believed. I could sure he knew me, he knew what I liked most of all as if he was my best friend, my half. That little bird was me.
One day, where my parents were not at home I decided to deal with my prolblem of hearing the little bird, I was ready to everything. So I decided to go to the dark and misterious forest near my house, from where the little bird came, I decided and I died. I wandered a lot but no result, and I returned home, the next day I was waiting to my good friend, but he didn’t come, and the day after was the same. Only on the third day I saw a little not which was on my bed. Carefully, with an inner fear I opened the paer, but instead of words something strange rushed out of it. I could hear screams, painful voices asking me to help. Those voices were in my head all day long. It was hearting my ears, like thousands singers were singing different songs in my ears. I shawed that note to my parents. All they could read was this: “Our life is in your hands, so help, help and help. Our hearts are hidden in the land, so get, get, get it back.”
They said that it were just words for a song and asked me to have a good sleep.
I started to thing that all was becuase of my rich imagination and there was no little bird and no calles for help. I relaxed and went upstairs to have some sleep, but the worst happend. I was sleeping and I saw in my dream thousands of birds all happy, singing, and flying and I was flying with them, but than a huge, black cloud surrounded us and something rushed out of it and swallowed the birds one by one and than I started to fear the same screamy, the painful calls of help and I saw the evel forest, which swallowed all the good souls and it grew and grew and the dark and evil hurried out to hell and to swallow more and more. I was awaken at the middle of my dream and saying nothign to my parents ran to that forest. And what I saw was awful. There was a large entrance in the middle of the forest and all the animals living near to that entrance turned into strange, scary thigns and my little friend, my little bird was there to. He turned into a monster with ugly horns and flashy eyes. I went near and near and I took him and kissed….
I though if I’ll kiss him he will recover as in all tales, but happened somethign strange and at the same time amusing. The little bird, which was my alarm clock for every morning, my little friend whom I could hear was now a young handsom prince, with a hair like sun and eyes as blue as the most blue sky and witha sward as sharp as the tongue of the most clever person in the world and he held a shild as strong as his soul was.
I stared at him for 20 minutes and then tried to ask “How?”. But looking at me with his shy eyes he smailed and said “Darling all you need to know noow is that you and I are the once who can save the world. So take my hand and be ready, for we are going to jump to that hall.”
I saw his smile and haerd his voice and all I could thing was that this is a mirical. I took his hand a we jumped to the darkness. I know it was nonsence, it was silly and scary but now I was with him, I was with the prince of my dreams and now I had my own fairy tale which I wanted so much, we were flying in the empy space. He took my hand and gave me a ring and said, “My dear princess from now day we will be together forever, but I’ll need to be a bird as as I can’t save this worth otherwise. Waite and I’ll come. I promised to wait. Than it was dark again and I was lying on the gorund near the place where was the entrance, but now in that place was a beautiful flower, red as the heard of my prince and smelled as sweet as his breath was. I though, “He saved me, saved the world, but sacrified himself.” I went home. I couldn’t eat anything for a week until one day I heard the same second of glass. I opened my eyes and saw my little bird or my handsom prince as you my dear ready would like to think, because for me the little bird was my dear prince from my own fairy tale.
So darck goes down
And light comes up
The tale I’ve wrote
This tale is not right,
But dear my friend
While reading this tale
Remembr that once
Your dream was as mine.
Second Place: Anna Ghanbanyan, Ijevan
Every morning, a bird lands on your window and pecks at the glass. It is your alarm clock. One morning, it doesn't appear. Instead, there is a note. What does it say? What happens next?
The time is 7:30 am. I hear the voice like alarm clock, that wakes me up. I watch the time and see that the time on the clock is 8:00am, and I were last the bus for go to my work. I have a breakfast very fast and then I see the bird hwo land on my window and she just looking me very clevery. I see that alarm clock in not working, and in my mind I say, “Thank you for waking me up in time!”
And next morning again, she peeks at the window’s glass and wake me up for work.
After one month, one morning it doesn’t appear. She is not coming. I just look from window, and see one note. It say’s: “Please, help me my friend, I broke my arm and I can’t fly. I am in the forest apart your home.” I jus read it and go for hlep my best friend. I found her under the stones with broken arm. I bring her hospital and then go home together.
And now my best friends wakes me up every morning with her’s very beautiful singing.
Thank you my best friend for everything you do for me. Every day I wan see you, and I am happy.
Every morning, a bird lands on your window and pecks at the glass. It is your alarm clock. One morning, it doesn't appear. Instead, there is a note. What does it say? What happens next?
I was an ordinary girl, whose only wish was to live in her own fairytale. I was dreaming all the time about love, about handsome prince who will come and take me with him far away. I thought how wonderful would be to appear in one of my favorit cartoons or fairy tales and to be like one of that princess, who were beautiful and had a nice voice, who understood the aniimals and who actually could find their love. I was dreaming and my dream came true.
I was living in a little village, surrounded with high trees and mountains, with misterious forestes where as I though every animal knew how to speak. My parents and other relatives though that I’m getting crazy saying that every morning a little bird lands on my window and pecks at the class. I was sure I could hear him speaking with me, but no one believed. I could sure he knew me, he knew what I liked most of all as if he was my best friend, my half. That little bird was me.
One day, where my parents were not at home I decided to deal with my prolblem of hearing the little bird, I was ready to everything. So I decided to go to the dark and misterious forest near my house, from where the little bird came, I decided and I died. I wandered a lot but no result, and I returned home, the next day I was waiting to my good friend, but he didn’t come, and the day after was the same. Only on the third day I saw a little not which was on my bed. Carefully, with an inner fear I opened the paer, but instead of words something strange rushed out of it. I could hear screams, painful voices asking me to help. Those voices were in my head all day long. It was hearting my ears, like thousands singers were singing different songs in my ears. I shawed that note to my parents. All they could read was this: “Our life is in your hands, so help, help and help. Our hearts are hidden in the land, so get, get, get it back.”
They said that it were just words for a song and asked me to have a good sleep.
I started to thing that all was becuase of my rich imagination and there was no little bird and no calles for help. I relaxed and went upstairs to have some sleep, but the worst happend. I was sleeping and I saw in my dream thousands of birds all happy, singing, and flying and I was flying with them, but than a huge, black cloud surrounded us and something rushed out of it and swallowed the birds one by one and than I started to fear the same screamy, the painful calls of help and I saw the evel forest, which swallowed all the good souls and it grew and grew and the dark and evil hurried out to hell and to swallow more and more. I was awaken at the middle of my dream and saying nothign to my parents ran to that forest. And what I saw was awful. There was a large entrance in the middle of the forest and all the animals living near to that entrance turned into strange, scary thigns and my little friend, my little bird was there to. He turned into a monster with ugly horns and flashy eyes. I went near and near and I took him and kissed….
I though if I’ll kiss him he will recover as in all tales, but happened somethign strange and at the same time amusing. The little bird, which was my alarm clock for every morning, my little friend whom I could hear was now a young handsom prince, with a hair like sun and eyes as blue as the most blue sky and witha sward as sharp as the tongue of the most clever person in the world and he held a shild as strong as his soul was.
I stared at him for 20 minutes and then tried to ask “How?”. But looking at me with his shy eyes he smailed and said “Darling all you need to know noow is that you and I are the once who can save the world. So take my hand and be ready, for we are going to jump to that hall.”
I saw his smile and haerd his voice and all I could thing was that this is a mirical. I took his hand a we jumped to the darkness. I know it was nonsence, it was silly and scary but now I was with him, I was with the prince of my dreams and now I had my own fairy tale which I wanted so much, we were flying in the empy space. He took my hand and gave me a ring and said, “My dear princess from now day we will be together forever, but I’ll need to be a bird as as I can’t save this worth otherwise. Waite and I’ll come. I promised to wait. Than it was dark again and I was lying on the gorund near the place where was the entrance, but now in that place was a beautiful flower, red as the heard of my prince and smelled as sweet as his breath was. I though, “He saved me, saved the world, but sacrified himself.” I went home. I couldn’t eat anything for a week until one day I heard the same second of glass. I opened my eyes and saw my little bird or my handsom prince as you my dear ready would like to think, because for me the little bird was my dear prince from my own fairy tale.
So darck goes down
And light comes up
The tale I’ve wrote
This tale is not right,
But dear my friend
While reading this tale
Remembr that once
Your dream was as mine.
Second Place: Anna Ghanbanyan, Ijevan
Every morning, a bird lands on your window and pecks at the glass. It is your alarm clock. One morning, it doesn't appear. Instead, there is a note. What does it say? What happens next?
The time is 7:30 am. I hear the voice like alarm clock, that wakes me up. I watch the time and see that the time on the clock is 8:00am, and I were last the bus for go to my work. I have a breakfast very fast and then I see the bird hwo land on my window and she just looking me very clevery. I see that alarm clock in not working, and in my mind I say, “Thank you for waking me up in time!”
And next morning again, she peeks at the window’s glass and wake me up for work.
After one month, one morning it doesn’t appear. She is not coming. I just look from window, and see one note. It say’s: “Please, help me my friend, I broke my arm and I can’t fly. I am in the forest apart your home.” I jus read it and go for hlep my best friend. I found her under the stones with broken arm. I bring her hospital and then go home together.
And now my best friends wakes me up every morning with her’s very beautiful singing.
Thank you my best friend for everything you do for me. Every day I wan see you, and I am happy.