We have agreed with Davit Bleyan to send Masha to a remote village to her grandmother for a week, and her bear will be sent to remote forests. Let him live a natural life freely without violence with his fellow bears. The wolf goes away to the mountains. Let him howl and hunt in the mountains like other wolves.

“Father, will we hear it howl?”

The case with the hare was a bit difficult, as we wanted it to be safe in the opening of the forest. Davit and I begin reading and performing new tales, going out for more walks, drawing, clay daubing and tidying up the rooms. Davit Bleyan, who is becoming three years old on December 12, is to get ready for it.

After we have celebrated the festival Sebastatsi Days we will turn to our traditional ritual of celebrating the births of new Sebastatsies, and Davit will be in the centre.

Yesterday we informed Shushan about this decision, and she didn’t mind granting Vienna’s forests to Davit’s tale heroes. We can’t reject the possibility of their spending the New Year celebrations in Austria.

Using the Skype we got acquainted with Thereza, Shushan’s hostel room-mate, who is an opera singer, and Shushan has made friends with her. After having heard the news about Davit and watching him giving crazy performances they hurried to the swimming pool to sing …

Davit came up to my writing table with his usual stamping. My Sunday notes have their own routine and peculiarities.

“I want to go to the toilet and then have a bath… Will you help me, Father?

“Sure, I will”

Davit begins having a bath in his own initiative: Isn’t this a good achievement of my two years’ efforts, Gevorg Hakobyan?