What was photographed, was photographed before… the time when we still believed in victory. Everyone I met on this journey was full of faith in victory. The work in the rear was in full swing in both Kornidzor and Stepanakert. People – villagers, doctors, bakers, soldiers, all of them were doing their work silently. Despite the tiredness, tension and uncertainty, no one complained. It was as if they had done it all their lives and lived by it. 

I was thinking of returning to Artsakh again, for the third time, to continue the story I started during the war. The situation changed.

 

 


Volunteer from Kornidzor, who has seen three wars, in the positions.

 

 

 

 


A view from Kornidzor.

 

 

The soldier is resting in the northeastern positions of Syunik.

 

 


The volunteers from Kornidzor are the border guards of their village.

 

 

Lunch and bullets. The daily life in the positions.

 

 


The volunteer from Kornidzor is resting.

 

 

Volunteers from Kornidzor in the positions.

 

 


In the border villages, the laundry drying on the ropes has changed these days.

 

 

Commander’s car in the positions.

 

 


Night in Kornidzor. Statue of a soldier dedicated to the victory in World War II.

 

 

At the entrance of The Holy Savior Ghazanchetsots Cathedral in Shoushi.

 

 


The main office of the bombed electricity networks in Stepanakert.

 

 

Wounded Holy Savior Ghazanchetsots Cathedral in Shoushi and a soldier in the Republican Medical Center in Stepanakert.

 

 


Syrian-Armenian surgeon immediately after an operation. Republican Medical Center in Stepanakert.

 

 

Wounded soldiers in Republican Medical Center in Stepanakert. Most of the soldiers’ injuries are shrapnel wounds.

 

 


A surgical operation in Republican Medical Center in Stepanakert.

 

 

The people of Artsakh who took refuge in the basement of a hotel in Stepanakert. The icon of St. Mary the Virgin, which was damaged during the bombing of Holy Savior Ghazanchetsots Cathedral in Shoushi, was moved here.

 

 


Stepanakert city cemetery. The most unexpected scene of my journey.