Narine Yurievna Abgaryan- Russian writer.
She was born on January 14, 1971 in the town of Berd, Tavush region of Armenia. Her father is a doctor and her mother is a teacher. Narine also has three more sisters and a brother. The paternal grandfather is an Armenian, a refugee from Western Armenia, the paternal grandmother is an Armenian, a native of Eastern Armenia, which was part of the Russian Empire and the USSR for more than a century and a half, and is now an independent state. Maternal grandfather is an Armenian, a native of Karabakh. Maternal grandmother is Russian, a native of the Arkhangelsk province of Russia. They met their grandfather during the Great Patriotic War, which they went through from beginning to end.
Narine Abgaryan received her secondary education at Berd secondary school No. 2. She also studied piano music at music school No. 1, the only one in her hometown. She graduated from Yerevan State Linguistic University named after Bryusov. Studied as a teacher of Russian language and literature.
She moved to Moscow in 1994 to get a higher education. She got married and gave birth to a son in 1995. Golden-domed has long been a second home for the writer.
Narine Abgaryan's literary path began with the fact that she started a blog in LiveJournal in 2005, but after a couple of months she stopped writing and resumed writing only in the spring of 2009. Soon she started stories about Manyunya. They became interested in the writer Lara Gall, who introduced Narine to the editor of Astrel-SPb, Irina Kopylova. So, as a result of fruitful cooperation, the books of Narine Abgaryan were born, which became known after the publication of the autobiographical book "Manyunya" (2010). With this book, she became a laureate of the Russian National Literary Prize "Manuscript of the Year" in the "Language" nomination. Longlisted for the 2011 Big Book Awards. In 2011 and 2012, the continuation and conclusion of books about Manyuni's adventures were published.
In 2011, the autobiographical novel "Come in Large Numbers" was published, which received the Grand Prix of the "Manuscript of the Year" award. In September 2012, a story for children “Semyon Andreevich. Chronicle in scribbles”, and in April 2013 Narine Abgaryan received the “BABY-NOS” award for it, where the story was recognized as the best children's book of the last decade.
In February 2014, the novel "People who are always with me" was released.
In 2014, Abgaryan published the fairy tale “The Giant Who Dreamed of Playing the Violin”, written in collaboration with Armen Vatyan, which tells about a giant who fell in love with music. The fairy tale was recognized by the Papmambook portal as the best children's book of 2014.
In December of the same year, the fairy tale “Chocolate Grandpa” written with Valentin Postnikov was published about a glorious grandfather who loves sweets and sleeps on the ceiling.
In March 2015, the novel "Three Apples Fell From the Sky" was published, written in the genre of magical realism. These are stories about the eccentric and touching inhabitants of the small village of Maran, lost high in the mountains. By the quirkiness of the plot canvas and the tragicomic fate of the characters, the text can be compared with the novel by G.G. Marquez "One Hundred Years of Solitude".
Mom and dad - with a feeling of endless love and gratitude
INSTEAD OF INTRODUCTION
How many provincial towns do you know, divided in half by a sonorous, whispering river, on the right bank of which, at the very top of the cliff, the ruins of a medieval fortress rise? An old stone bridge is thrown across the river, strong, but not at all high, and in the flood, the river overflowing its banks seethes with cloudy waters, trying to cover it with its head.
How many provincial towns do you know that rest on the palms of sloping hills? As if the hills stood in a circle, shoulder to shoulder, stretched their arms forward, closing them into a shallow valley, and in this valley the first low sakli grew. And the smoke from the stone ovens stretched into the sky in a thin lace, and the plowman started up in a low voice roared ... ?
How many provincial towns do you know where you can climb the high outer wall of a ruined castle and, dying with fear and clinging with cold fingers to the shoulders of friends, look down to where a white nameless river foams in the depths of the gorge? And then, ignoring the sign with a formidable inscription: “Protected by the state,” to climb the fortress in search of hidden passages and untold riches?
This castle has an amazing and very sad history. In the 10th century it belonged to the Armenian prince Tslik Amram. And the prince went with an army against his king Ashot II Bagratuni, because he seduced his wife. A severe internecine war began, which for many years paralyzed the country, which was already bled dry by the raids of the Arab conquerors. And the unfaithful and beautiful princess, tormented by remorse, hanged herself in the tower of the castle.
For many centuries the fortress stood on a rock impregnable from all sides. But in the XVIII century there was a terrible earthquake, the rock trembled and broke into two parts. On one, the remains of the eastern wall and the internal buildings of the castle were preserved, and a swift river ran along the gorge formed below. Old-timers said that an underground tunnel passed from under the fortress to Lake Sevan, through which weapons were brought when the fortress was under siege. Therefore, it withstood all the raids of the nomads and, if that earthquake had not happened, it would still have risen whole and unharmed.
The town, which later grew up around the ruins, was called Bird. Translated from Armenian - fortress.
The people in this town are very, very specific. No one in the world has ever seen more stubborn or even frenzied stubborn people. Because of their stubbornness, the inhabitants of the town deservedly bear the nickname "stubborn donkeys." If you think that this somehow offends them, then you are very mistaken. On the streets you can often hear the following dialogue:
Well, what are you trying to achieve, I'm a Berd donkey! It's very hard to convince me.
So what? By the way, I am also a real Berd donkey. And it's still a question of who will yield to whom now!
In summer, Vardavar is celebrated in Armenia - a very joyful and bright holiday, rooted in distant pagan prehistory. On this day, everyone from young to old pour water on each other. From morning until late evening, from any container. The only thing that is required of you is to lather well, open the front door of your apartment and stand in the opening. You can be sure that a crowd of people soaked to the skin is waiting for you outside the threshold, who, with a wild cry and laughter, will pour a ton of water on you. Here is an easy way to wash. Kidding.
In fact, if strangers poured water on you on the street, you should never be offended - it is believed that water on this day has healing powers.
So. The Apostolic Church tried to somehow systematize the national holidays and, having gone into all serious trouble, approved a strictly fixed day for Vardavar. Absolutely not taking into account the obstinacy of the inhabitants of our town.
And it would be worth it. Because now we have the following situation: throughout the Republic of Vardavar they celebrate at the behest of the Church, and in Berd - in the old fashioned way, on the last Sunday of July. And I assure you, if the Catholicos had issued a special decree specifically for the inhabitants of our town, nothing good would have come of it. Let His Holiness not even try, so tell him. You can negotiate with our people only when they want it.
That is, never.
Now, actually, about the main characters of our story.
Once upon a time there were two families in the town of Berd - Abgaryan and Shats.
The Abgaryan family could boast of a wonderful and unbending father Yura, a selfless and beautiful mother Nadia and four daughters of different sizes and ages - Narine, Karine, Gayane and Sona. Then the long-awaited son Hayk was born in this happy family, but it happened a few years after the events described. Therefore, only four girls appear in the story. Father Yura worked as a doctor, mother taught Russian language and literature at school.
The Schatz family boasted Ba.
Of course, besides Ba, the Shatz family included two more people: Uncle Misha, the son of Ba, and Manyunya, Dyadimisha's daughter and, accordingly, the granddaughter of Ba. But the family, first of all, could boast of Ba. And only then - by all the other no less beautiful members. Uncle Misha worked as an engineer, Ba - mother, grandmother and housewife.
For a long time, the heroes of our story practically did not communicate, because they did not even suspect the existence of each other. But one day a story happened that brought them together once and for all.
It was 1979. On the nose is the 34th anniversary of the Victory. Another event was planned in the city house of culture with honoring veterans of the war. A responsible mission was entrusted to the choir of the Berd music school - to perform "Buchenwald alarm" by Sobolev and Muradeli.
The choir rehearsed frantically, breaking their voices to the point of hoarseness. The wonderful choirmaster Sergo Mikhailovich suffered endlessly, pushing the basses, which, with annoying constancy, hung in the introduction for half a measure. Sergo Mikhailovich wringed his hands and lamented that with such a performance of the "Buchenwald alarm" they would be dishonored by the whole city and, as punishment, the choir would be disbanded to hell. For some reason, the choristers were upset.
X day has come.
And you know what I'll tell you? Everything would have worked out if it had not been for a long two-stage bench, on which, during a short intermission, the second and third rows of choristers were feverishly hoisted. Everything turned out exemplary - the song flowed evenly and heartfeltly, the basses came in unexpectedly on time, Sergo Mikhailovich, conducting, rushed around the stage in such zigzags, as if an evil wasp was chasing him. The choristers were uniformly covered with goosebumps from the solemnity of the moment. The hall, initially intrigued by the chaotic movements of the choirmaster, was imbued with a pathetic alarm and fell silent.
Nothing, nothing foreshadowed trouble.
But suddenly. In words. "International columns are talking to us." Horus heard. At myself. Behind the back. Strange crack. The first row of choristers did not dare to turn around, but from the long face of the choirmaster he realized that something terrible was happening behind.
The first row trembled, but did not stoically interrupt the singing, and at the phrase: “Do you hear thunder peals? This is not a thunderstorm, not a hurricane, ”the bench under the second and third rows fell apart with a roar, and the guys fell down.
Then the veterans were surprised how they, being people of a fairly advanced age, rattling orders and medals, jumped over the high side of the stage with one jump and began to rake a bunch of children.
The choristers were in despair - everyone understood that the performance had failed. It was insulting and sickening, and the children, brushing off their clothes, silently left the stage. One of the girls, thin and tall Narine, clenching her teeth, tried in vain to crawl out from under the plump and for some reason wet Maria, who was lying on her like a quiet mouse.
Move over,” she hissed.
I can’t,” Maria sobbed, “I peed myself!”
This is where we take a deep breath and think deeply. For in order for two girls to develop a fierce friendship for the rest of their lives, sometimes you just need one to describe the other.
In such a very original way, Narine and Manyunya became friends. And then their families became friends.
"Manyunya" is a story about a Soviet town remote from any capitals and its inhabitants. About how, despite the monstrous deficit and all sorts of restrictions, people managed to live and enjoy life.
Manyunya is a book for adult children. For those who at thirteen and sixty believe in the good and look to the future with a smile.
Manyunya
Childhood is the happiest time when you get to know the world, simple things are amazing and you want to plunge into adventure. Boundless fun, bright events and a naive look at what is happening.
On the pages of this book you will meet two cute girls Nara and Manyunya.
Cheerful, out of control, playful children constantly get into funny stories. A kind and fair grandmother forgives them for any tricks, but she always remains on the alert, which prevents simple pranks from turning into a real disaster.
Manyunya writes a fantasy novel
This book continues the adventures of the cheerful and hooligan baby Manyuni and her friend Nara, who also cannot sit still and is drawn to mischief.
Who our Manyunya looks like becomes clear after meeting with numerous relatives, who also do not differ in calm behavior and silence.
What happened to the kids this time? The reader will learn from this book, which will captivate you from the first chapter. A colorful, simple, funny description of childhood captivates. Everyone will be able to recognize themselves in the characters of the book. What is a fairy tale and what is true in this work is up to you.
Manyunya, the anniversary of Ba and other troubles
Worries surround our familiar girlfriends Manyunya and Nara. During the day you need to play enough, have fun, fool around. Well, how without it in the best part of life - childhood? Our Manyunya is a real hurricane!
Everything little girls do becomes a funny story. Restless relatives also do not lag behind, but the grandmother will reconcile everyone and decide everything with this amazing company.
The book is filled with adventurous antics of heroines. Openness and honesty flowing from the pages will allow you to recognize yourself or close relatives in the characters during a carefree childhood.
folk book
About love. Stories and stories
Some time ago, we held a competition within the framework of the “People's Book” project, which was called “About Love ...” and offered to describe the feelings and events of independent authors who sent us their stories.
The book additionally includes love stories by already recognized authors such as Maya Kucherskaya, Narine Abgaryan, Maria Stepanova.
Cool Detective (AST)
chocolate grandfather
The life of the most ordinary Norwegian family from a small Norwegian town turned upside down when grandfather Oscar came to visit them. Neither Martin nor his older sister have ever met their grandfather before, whom everyone calls Chocolate Grandpa, because he cannot live a day without sweets.
Very soon, the city will host an annual sweets fair, but someone wants to disrupt it and make all the cakes and pastries bitter! Will Chocolate Grandpa, along with his grandchildren, be able to thwart the insidious villainous plans?
An exciting detective story awaits you!
Manyunya and others
Moura's happiness
Now you and I know exactly what the names of the happiest girls on earth are - Murami.
The guys have wise grandfathers, caring grandmothers, loving fathers and mothers, mischievous older brothers who just slightly spoil the peaceful atmosphere around. The guys have so many adventures that it is already overflowing.
All these events will wrap you in warmth, fun and a handful of sadness from the pages of the book. After all, life is very diverse.
Narine Abgaryan presents
Nine Days in July (compilation)
The best, ironic, funny prose in the collection is Nine Days in July.
Even from the most difficult situations in life there is a way out that is not always obvious and sometimes surprise will help to find it. Humor and understanding - that's what allows you to live fun.
Have a nice trip to the world of books.
People who are always with me
Live on
War is always horror, pain, suffering, grief and blood. This is the suffering and death of loved ones. Crippled destinies - literally and figuratively. The widespread devastation and destroyed houses, the grief of mothers, the death of children, whose young faces captured the last cry.
The horror that becomes part of the lives of many people who have touched the war. But those who survived hell are fighting for life and the future. People begin to build what is destroyed and destroyed - including their own souls. Embrace a new reality that will never be the same again...
Holiday-Holiday
Stories for Christmas and New Year
This book will tell stories about the various miracles that happen to ordinary people on New Year's Eve.
The best time of the year is considered to be New Year and Christmas. We all sum up the results of the outgoing year, make plans for the future and make wishes. We decorate Christmas trees, buy gifts in anticipation of the New Year holidays.
Everyone is waiting for New Year's miracles that will definitely happen. Someone will find true love, someone will meet a guardian angel in the face of an ordinary person who will lend a hand at a difficult moment. You can become a wish maker yourself and your wishes will come true.
No series
Three apples fell from the sky
A wise story about relatives, about the Little Motherland and those who live high in the mountains. All the inhabitants of these territories hide in themselves the true treasures of the spirit.
There are moments here that at first do not attract attention in the narrative, but you unconsciously put emphasis on them, wondering why? And after some time you will receive an answer from the writer herself ..
This novel has a thread that runs through the whole plot, which tightly binds all the characters and the audience. It was created with a great sense of love for their native places, which are now almost forgotten by young people.
All about Manyun (compilation)
I have always dreamed of being a child.
For example, a girl is 5 years old. Puffy-cheeked, with a blush, with hair burned out under the scorching sun. I loved talking to caterpillars. I asked them all sorts of questions and constantly expected answers. The caterpillars either turned into balls or crawled away from me. Without words.
I so wanted to look at my little self that I once took and wrote a book about this time. About my family and our friends. About the place where I was born. About the people who live there.
come in large numbers
A young but proud beauty arrives to conquer the Russian capital. The dashing 90s are in the yard, and Moscow becomes different for everyone. Someone instantly falls in love with this place and considers it magnificent. The capital does not joyfully welcome someone and gives a lot of problems ...
This is a novel about a small piece of life "come in large numbers."
There is a place for both appropriate irony and fascinating personal stories. Will a visitor be able to become a Muscovite?
People who are always with me
In the first moments, it seems that the novel tells the story of a number of generations of one large family - about its joys, problems, happiness, defeats, ups and downs. But the reality is much deeper than that.
It reflects the history of not just a family, but the whole country, all the people who live in it, and each person in particular.
The book will be interesting even to those who do not consider themselves a fan of this genre.
Zulali (compilation)
This is a novel about the bitter and funny world of people who exist without paying attention to time.
People who do not experience fear of flying and are able to see the funny even in the tragic. The world of elders and children, adults and those who lost their faith but did not give up.
The world of people who are forever stuck in that dimension, where sooner or later dreams will certainly come true.
Three apples fell from the sky. People who are always with me. Zulali (compilation)
This book is the first collection of prose by Narine Abgaryan.
Whatever topics Narine Abgaryan touches on in her books - about the simple life of the inhabitants of a small mountain village, about the nightmare of war or about childhood - all her stories tell about the beauty of life.
And that no matter what, one should remain human…
Manyunya
Manyunya is a wonderful story about childhood. Funny, amazing and full of exciting adventures.
If you like to laugh, you will definitely enjoy this book.
And, of course, this is a book for your parents, who have already matured, but in their hearts, one way or another, remain children ...
One Woman, One Man (compilation)
The stories in the collection are similar to the stories that strangers share with each other on trains or long journeys.
Of course, no one discloses the names - there are only designations like “acquaintance”, “friend”, “old friend”, “acquaintance”. Sometimes people add colors and details, as they say, from themselves, leaving the main idea of the story.
The stories in this edition are written in a casual and humorous manner. What connects them? All of them are about life - about love, acquaintances, thoughts, people, etc.
Double rainbow (compilation)
This collection will give you the opportunity to get acquainted with good prose.
Different in sound - sincere, tragic, funny, angry, touching ...
The most important thing that unites the stories and novels of "Double Rainbow" is sincerity, one that cannot be faked and invented.
Mom and dad - with a feeling of endless love and gratitude
INSTEAD OF INTRODUCTION
How many provincial towns do you know, divided in half by a sonorous, whispering river, on the right bank of which, at the very top of the cliff, the ruins of a medieval fortress rise? An old stone bridge is thrown across the river, strong, but not at all high, and in the flood, the river overflowing its banks seethes with cloudy waters, trying to cover it with its head.
How many provincial towns do you know that rest on the palms of sloping hills? As if the hills stood in a circle, shoulder to shoulder, stretched their arms forward, closing them into a shallow valley, and in this valley the first low sakli grew. And the smoke from the stone ovens stretched into the sky in a thin lace, and the plowman started up in a low voice roared ... ?
How many provincial towns do you know where you can climb the high outer wall of a ruined castle and, dying with fear and clinging with cold fingers to the shoulders of friends, look down to where a white nameless river foams in the depths of the gorge? And then, ignoring the sign with a formidable inscription: “Protected by the state,” to climb the fortress in search of hidden passages and untold riches?
This castle has an amazing and very sad history. In the 10th century it belonged to the Armenian prince Tslik Amram. And the prince went with an army against his king Ashot II Bagratuni, because he seduced his wife. A severe internecine war began, which for many years paralyzed the country, which was already bled dry by the raids of the Arab conquerors. And the unfaithful and beautiful princess, tormented by remorse, hanged herself in the tower of the castle.
For many centuries the fortress stood on a rock impregnable from all sides. But in the XVIII century there was a terrible earthquake, the rock trembled and broke into two parts. On one, the remains of the eastern wall and the internal buildings of the castle were preserved, and a swift river ran along the gorge formed below. Old-timers said that an underground tunnel passed from under the fortress to Lake Sevan, through which weapons were brought when the fortress was under siege. Therefore, it withstood all the raids of the nomads and, if that earthquake had not happened, it would still have risen whole and unharmed.
The town, which later grew up around the ruins, was called Bird. Translated from Armenian - fortress.
The people in this town are very, very specific. No one in the world has ever seen more stubborn or even frenzied stubborn people. Because of their stubbornness, the inhabitants of the town deservedly bear the nickname "stubborn donkeys." If you think that this somehow offends them, then you are very mistaken. On the streets you can often hear the following dialogue:
Well, what are you trying to achieve, I'm a Berd donkey! It's very hard to convince me.
So what? By the way, I am also a real Berd donkey. And it's still a question of who will yield to whom now!
In summer, Vardavar is celebrated in Armenia - a very joyful and bright holiday, rooted in distant pagan prehistory. On this day, everyone from young to old pour water on each other. From morning until late evening, from any container. The only thing that is required of you is to lather well, open the front door of your apartment and stand in the opening. You can be sure that a crowd of people soaked to the skin is waiting for you outside the threshold, who, with a wild cry and laughter, will pour a ton of water on you. Here is an easy way to wash. Kidding.
In fact, if strangers poured water on you on the street, you should never be offended - it is believed that water on this day has healing powers.
So. The Apostolic Church tried to somehow systematize the national holidays and, having gone into all serious trouble, approved a strictly fixed day for Vardavar. Absolutely not taking into account the obstinacy of the inhabitants of our town.
And it would be worth it. Because now we have the following situation: throughout the Republic of Vardavar they celebrate at the behest of the Church, and in Berd - in the old fashioned way, on the last Sunday of July. And I assure you, if the Catholicos had issued a special decree specifically for the inhabitants of our town, nothing good would have come of it. Let His Holiness not even try, so tell him. You can negotiate with our people only when they want it.
Date of Birth: 14.01.1971
Narine Abagaryan is a Russian writer, author of well-known books about the adventures of the little naughty Manyuni, which both children and adults read with pleasure.
Narine Abgaryan was born on January 14, 1971 in the town of Berd, Tavush region of Armenia. Her father is a doctor and her mother is a teacher. Narine also has three more sisters and a brother. The paternal grandfather is an Armenian, a refugee from Western Armenia, the paternal grandmother is an Armenian, a native of Eastern Armenia, which was part of the Russian Empire for two hundred years. Maternal grandfather is an Armenian, a native of Karabakh. Maternal grandmother is Russian, a native of the Arkhangelsk province of Russia. They met their grandfather during the Great Patriotic War, which they went through from beginning to end.
Narine Abgaryan received her secondary education at Berd secondary school No. 2. She also studied piano music at music school No. 1, the only one in her hometown. She graduated from Yerevan State Linguistic University named after Bryusov. Studied as a teacher of Russian and literature.
She moved to Moscow in 1994 to get a higher education. She got married and gave birth to a son in 1995. Golden-domed has long been a second home for the writer.
The literary path of Narine Abgaryan began with the fact that she started a blog in the famous live magazine. Abgaryan first appeared on her own page in 2005, but after a couple of months she stopped writing and resumed recording only in the spring of 2009. Started stories about Manyunya. They became interested in the writer Lara Gall, who introduced Narine to the editor of Astrel-SPb, Irina Kopylova. So, as a result of fruitful cooperation, three books by Narine Abgaryan were born: “Manyunya”, “Manyunya writes a fantastic novel” and “Come in large numbers”.
Writer's Awards
2011 - Long list of "Big Book" 2011.
2013 - BABY-NOS Award (New Russian Literature)
2014 - The best children's book, recognized by the Papmambuk portal - the fairy tale "The Giant Who Dreamed of Playing the Violin"
2015 - became one of two laureates (along with Irina Kraeva) of the Alexander Grin Russian Literary Prize - for an outstanding contribution to the development of Russian literature (expressed in the creation of a particularly significant literary work, or for the results of creativity in general).
2016 - Yasnaya Polyana Award. Nomination "XXI century" for the book "Three apples fell from the sky"
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