Oh, dears of mine!

Dear camp members, Sebastatsies of all ages wherever you are.

As I had promised, the first thing I did today was to visit the Basic school where I took part in the general morning training of the winter educational camp. The school building was clean and warm, the camp members were happy looking forward to seeing the New Year in and meeting the Grandpa Frost, oh, dears of mine!    

Then I went to the Vocational School, admired Matsakyan's inspirational taste: It was also warm and well taken care of, oh. dears of mine! Then I walked down to the New School where I enjoyed the presence of librarian Grandma Santrosyan. There I found the same warmness, care, winter camp routine, oh dears of mine!  

Then I strolled down to the Mother School. It surprised me with its lively, cheerful camp life in full swing. Oh, dears, dears, dears of mine!. 

Then I walked up to the Art High School to meet our Italian partner Selina (Nations Development International Committee) who has specially come to our school. I admired the preparation work of the exhibition "Hello, Picasso". The environment is again warm, festive, a real pleasure.     

All the headmasters and principals can envy me. We can accept this camp as the best present from Grandpa Frost. That's why we can do nothing but become Grandpas and Snow Maidens and share our festive enjoyment with others.

How can we do that? It's a matter of an educational project.

The Armenian text has been written by Ashot Bleyan, Director of "Mkhitar Sebastatsi" Educomplex