It is hard to imagine the life without dreams.Every person have a little dream in the depths of heart.

When we was young our dreams was small and little,for example I wantet to be a fairy. When we grow up our dreams change into wishes. But the dream is something that is quite difficult to achieve.

As I said before, when I was young I dreamed to be fairy with blonde hair. A little later I wanted to be a popular singer, but my dream about it was broken, because  I didn’t have beautiful voice  and musical data. In the teenage years, not too long ago, I started to dream about traveling around the world.  I started to learn foreign languages, learn about interesting places in different countries just did all to become my dream into true.

To this day I dreamed and aspired to it, until tragedy struck. Tragety Struck about my country, about my people, my home. At this moment me, and I’m sute, not only me, all country, all armenians in this world is dreaming about  the same, about  peace.  Because you can’t just live  when your brother, your loved one, your friends are now at the front and you can’t just fall asleep, you’re not sure what can be a moment later. You just want to lie and cry, but you can’t, your tears have long dried up. You breathe but you don’t live, you laugh and you’re not happy. You hear but don’t understand anything. We all died out a long time ago. And we will live again when there will be peace in the country. I hope that one day it will be come true and we will never listen  children crying, who wants just to go home.

I’m really sorry about  this pessimist topic, I just wrote what was in my heart.