Davit Bleyan has put us into a “no-go” situation. He doesn’t want to hear the names of the babies of his kindergarten group; he spent one or two days in the kitchen-hall of the School-kindergarten, disturbed the classes in grades 4-5 where his mother, a starter teacher of Armenian, teaches and “disgraced” her… let alone the natural tension that he transferred to his sister, who is the headmistress of the School-kindergarten.… Look, Armineh and I are supposed to be at the well-known overground crossing of Bangladesh at 8.45 and Davit the Stubborn is still asleep at 8.00 with Msrah-Melik’s epic sleep… The hill of white sand brought from Sevan and the story of inflatable dolphin, which would gasp without water and  was to be saved immediately by taking it to the sea, i.e. to the huge pool of the School-kindergarten were of great help… Our Davit smiled at last. He went into his group room, ate three helpings of beetroot soup pouring the last drops into the spoon to eat it up for sure, found his new girlfriend Nareh, and fell into sleep peacefully; … I’m crazy about such scenes. “This is Armenia, father”… “What does Bangladesh mean… Father?” Look here Davit, these eastern amulet screams and this western conscientious consistency create this educational complex of Bangladesh… (0) դիտում