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05/02/2021

Washington DC- In March, 2021, the Knights of Vartan and Armenia Tools4Schools provided $16,000 to the Martuni Vocational School in Martuni, Republic of Artsakh to purchase a school bus, tools and equipment, and construct improvements around the school property.   The school provides vocational trade education to students ages 13 through 17 living in the 15 villages that surround the town of Martuni. Tuition is free and the school relies entirely on the Republic of Artsakh government for funding.  Martuni Vocational School currently has 110 students, 33 instructors, and 19 building operations and administrative staff.

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LAMENT OVER THE HEROES FALLEN IN THE BATTLE OF AVARAYR

BY GAREGIN SRVANSTIAN (1840-1892)

If Goghtan’s bards no longer crown

Armenia’s heroes with their lays,

Let deathless souls from Heaven come down,

Our valiant ones to praise!

Ye shining angel hosts, descend:

On Ararat’s white summit pause;

Let God Himself the heavens rend,

To come and judge our cause.

Fly, clouds, from Shavarshan away,

Pour not on it your gentle rain:–

’Tis drenched with streams of blood to-day

Shed by our brave ones slain.

Henceforth the rose and asphodel

No more shall on our plains appear;

But in the land where Vartan fell

Shall Faith her blossoms rear.

Fit monument to Vardan’s name,

Mount Ararat soars to the sky.

And Cross-crowned convents tell his fame,

And Churches vast and high

Armenian Legends and Poems,

Thy record too shall ever stand,

O Yeghishe, for where they fell,

Thou forthwith camest, pen in hand,

Their faith and death to tell

Bright sun, pierce with thy rays the gloom,

Where Khaghtik’s crags thy light repel

There lies our brave Hmayak’s tomb,

There, where he martyred fell

And, moon, they sleepless vigil keep

O’er our Armenian martyrs’ bones;

With the soft dews of Maytime steep

Their nameless funeral stones

Armenian’s Stork, our summer guest,

And all ye hawks and eagles, come,

Watch o’er this land—’tis our bequest—

We leave to you our home

About the ashes hover still,

Your nests among the ruins make;

And, swallows, come and go until

Spring for Armenia break!

Fragment from Battle of Avarayr by Grigor Khanjyan