I came across this story and found it so charming that I decided to share! And who said that Armenian women were not considered to be strong legendary characters? I love the last statement by King Vatchagan, it’s so noble and quite romantic I must say. Read and enjoy, it’s an absolute delight.
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Once upon a time Prince Vatchagan, the king's only son, was traveling on one of his many hunting trips with his brave and trusty servant Nazar, and his faithful sheep dog Zanzi.
By and by Prince Vatchagan and his trusted servant Nazar came to the village of Atzik and sat down by the spring to rest. Just then the girls of the village came to fetch water. The prince was thirsty and asked them for a drink. One of the girls filled a jug and the fountain and handed it to Vatchagan, but another girl ed the jug out of her hands and poured the water onto the ground. Then she filled the jug again, and again emptied it. Vatchagan's throat was parched, but the girl went on as though teasing him. She filled and emptied the jug six times and then she finally handed it to him.
He drank his fill and then demanded of the girl, "Why didn't you let me drink right away? Were you playing with me, teasing me, or what?"
The rest of the story here...
And this is the cutest painting of Queen Anait by a 13 year old girl.
I have to admit, I am a sucker for fairy tales and little children.
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Once upon a time Prince Vatchagan, the king's only son, was traveling on one of his many hunting trips with his brave and trusty servant Nazar, and his faithful sheep dog Zanzi.
By and by Prince Vatchagan and his trusted servant Nazar came to the village of Atzik and sat down by the spring to rest. Just then the girls of the village came to fetch water. The prince was thirsty and asked them for a drink. One of the girls filled a jug and the fountain and handed it to Vatchagan, but another girl ed the jug out of her hands and poured the water onto the ground. Then she filled the jug again, and again emptied it. Vatchagan's throat was parched, but the girl went on as though teasing him. She filled and emptied the jug six times and then she finally handed it to him.
He drank his fill and then demanded of the girl, "Why didn't you let me drink right away? Were you playing with me, teasing me, or what?"
The rest of the story here...
And this is the cutest painting of Queen Anait by a 13 year old girl.
I have to admit, I am a sucker for fairy tales and little children.
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