I don’t want, I don’t want you to take our son to that dishonest world.
-I will take Gikor to Tiflis, and he will become a real man. What will he do here in the village? Will he become a shephard like me?
In the morning Gikor’s mother, sisters and brothers were seeing Hambo and Gikor off. There was not any taxi in sight, moreover there wasntt any Yandex taxi. There was not any bus either. So Hambo and Gikor put their rucksacks on their shoulders and set off to Tiflis.
-Dad, I am tired, I am hungry and thirsty.
-Dear Gikor, have a little more patience and walk to that oak-tree. WE will sit under that oak tree, have rest and eat bread and cheese. There is also a spring of mountainious water there.
When they got to that big oak tree, they stopped and sat down in the shade of the tree. Hambo took a big piece of bread and cheese, black chaviar with butter and lamb chops. (գառան մսով կոտլետներ)