The soul of Minas is flying over Armenia seeking a shelter in the mountains of native Djadjur still frightened by the terrible earthguake.

It's suffering for us and whith us.

The blessed calmness isn't gifed to talants in terestrial and heavenly life.

God's and Sun's presented colours are not enough for thispainter. His polette reguired new reflections of eruption. The picture of the anguished land of Armenia demanded a newengraving on his canvaces.

But Armenia remains the same. And we start to see our land by the eyes of the great painters.