LEGEND OF MOUSH There was a city on the Aratsani River where people used to quarrel among themselves. They were arrogant and remained enslaved by their morose vanity. Pride prevented them from forming impartial opinions, even about themselves. All they did from dawn until dusk was argue and lecture one another, finding faults without reason. When disputes flared up to the point of a full fledged fight, the Armenian goddess of wisdom, Nane, came to the people’s aid. She would send such a thick blanket of fog over the entire city, so that the people caught in it could not see anything around them. In the end, they were forced to stop shouting their threats and insults into the white nothingness. “You just wait!” they would cry. “As soon as the fog lifts we’ll continue our discussion!” But the fog floated over the city like a cloud, thick and slow. The fog lasted until the irreconcilable wranglers forgot their grievances and a peacefully tranquil life returned to the city. The wise Nane did that quite frequently. She would cover the city in mist as if calling people to righteousness. And eventually she succeeded! The people of the city became quiet, polite and attentive to each other. They even learned to enjoy the frequent fogs. Because of these fogs the city became known as Mshoush and a few centuries later it was shortened to Moush. ARMENIAN LEGENDS: THE LEGEND OF DZAGHGATSOR Asdghig, the goddess of beauty and water, whose eyes shone like the brightest stars in the sky and whose hair flowed like the waves of the sea, was so stunningly beautiful that she frightened herself with her own allure, as it inspired passion, lust and love in all those who laid eyes on her. One particular day, she found herself the focus of this desire as she unwittingly captured the heart of a hardened giant. Once he had seen her, he could no longer sleep at night. He would wait longingly for morning to come, at which time he could once again see the goddess Asdghig in the garden in the Moush valley, where she had a habit of walking through with her many maids. Then one day, it so happened that Asdghig, wrapped in a floral mantle, was enjoying the morning dew in solitude. Suddenly she noticed the giant hiding in the bushes. Their eyes met and the startled goddess jumped to her feet and tried to flee, fearing the passion reflected in his eyes. The enormous warrior ran after her. He was just about to sweep her into his arms when her friend Nanеh, the goddess of chastity, came to the rescue. “Throw off your mantle!” she whispered to Asdghig and the beautiful goddess instantly disrobed. The chaste Nanе wrapped the fallen mantle in a thick blanket of fog thus obscuring the love-struck giant’s view. Thus, she saved the terrified goddess of beauty from his unwelcome advances. When the fog cleared, there was a valley of a thousand flowers and herbs in the exact place where Asdghig had thrown her floral cape off her shoulders and onto the grass. To this day, it blossoms with an incredible variety of beautiful flowers and people call it Dzaghgatsor.
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 19:17:49 +0000
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