Sako Arian
The Vernissage Market is that tiny part right in the heart of Yerevan
where one can find a collection of books, gifts, silver, and Armenian
souvenirs. This is where I first meet the prose writer Levon Djavakhyan.
“Vernissage was mainly set up during Armenia’s years of transition,” he
tells me, “when people were forced to bring their belongings and sell
them at accessible prices to make a living.”
Melik Arsinyan makes a living selling plates, Armenian-style hats, and canvases painted by his friends to make a living. He welcomes all with a smile, and dispells the idea that Yerevan residents are a sullen lot who do not know how to smile. He is not disappointed with the business he does, and compliments his wife. “I am very thankful to the people from the diaspora,” he exclaims when shaking my hand. “They are very pleasant. They come and make their purchases. We are very happy.” He then adds a loud, “Long live our nation!”
Melik Arsinyan makes a living selling plates, Armenian-style hats, and canvases painted by his friends to make a living. He welcomes all with a smile, and dispells the idea that Yerevan residents are a sullen lot who do not know how to smile. He is not disappointed with the business he does, and compliments his wife. “I am very thankful to the people from the diaspora,” he exclaims when shaking my hand. “They are very pleasant. They come and make their purchases. We are very happy.” He then adds a loud, “Long live our nation!”
