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HASMIK MOVSISSIAN
Once upon a time I received a reference to one of my stories. The
author gave me an advise I read an advice - writing your stories,
write “She” instead of “I” - it will be
more strongly expressed. So, I’m trying to follow that advice
now.
She’s alive, so let’s not mention, when she was born.
What’s her name? - When born, her parents granted her the
name of a little white little flower - Hasmik (Jasmine). So since
then, she is: Officially - Hasmik Movsisyan; friendly - Hasi, Jas,
Jasik, Jasminchik, Hasul’ or Hasul’kin; for just readers
- Jasmine.
Chose one and go ahead! ;-)
What she’s loved most of all since early childhood? …
books, singing, creating things with flowers, plasticine or clay…
One of her greatest passions was the stage where one can fly away
from earthly thoughts and live imagery life… Her second, not
less passionate passion was writing. Her first poem appeared at
seven, though even before then, approximately since five, she would
write tales with constant lethal outcomes. Tragic ones, I’d
say!!! And it wasn’t only her, who thought so - Mum and Dad,
reading her tales, used to laugh and call her “our little
Shakespeare”. This would make her mad. Only after getting
acquainted with uncle Shakespeare she realized what a favor it was
to be called so.
Years passed… 21-year-old Jasminchik fell in love…
then fell out of love… a couple of years later 23-year old
Jasminchik fell in love and soon fell out of love again… Those
“in”-s and “out”-s were terribly attractive
feeding for a little winged creature, Pegasus by name, which helped
her in entering certain inspired and friendly circles.
That’s more or less all, I think. Except that…
In constant search of her Prince? — In opposition to happy-ended
fairy tales, princes in reality often turn out to be swineherds…
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