Former MP Samvel Farmanyan posted a Facebook post reflecting on the death of former head of the National Security Service Georgi Kutoyan. The post reads:
“In memory of Georgi Kutoyan
Georgi was one of the most humble people I know. Discreet, serious, deep. So serious and so deep that at that age, it usually doesn’t happen that way. A state-supported devotee. An Armenian and an Armenian soldier with every cell in the body.
He’s gone, 39 years old. He left his four-year-old son without a father, leaving his relatives alone with unbearable grief.
He went on, injecting a feeling of deep regret and bitterness into everyone who knew him.
He departed from himself, from his time, from his strangling morals and values, stretching out his own blood cup to the chief providers of the values of the day; let them drink that cup of blood, maybe they will get sated, and at least for a moment, with the animal instinct of blood, realize that they are drinking their own blood.
He went away, preferring his own death to the suffering of others to regard himself as one and to live with it. He left, unable to leave another corner in his own church of life and morality for yesterday’s ungodly existence of yesterday’s false neighbor.
Georgi has passed calling to awaken our society that is losing the last pillar of its self-preservation instinct and moving to self-destruction. He went to solve a possible national catastrophe.
The Greatest Human Tragedy. Indescribable, poisonous taste. A man who fought with time and its morals, but who lost him and did not accept that defeat. The time he lived, the story of a gall condensing his tragedy. A shot in the depths of our voice memory, about what has been forgotten: how time, inadvertently destroys the worthy one and destroys the best. Another stumbling epitaph about how time can sometimes wipe out all peoples and crush their destinies.
Even with the animal instinct, it’s hard not to feel that this inhumane atmosphere in Armenia has opened up its jaws, drowning people, families, and destinies. There is a deadly wind of extreme hatred, inner hostility and self-destruction in the air. An unfamiliar wind for us, but we are already swollen by the wind. And no one knows who the next the wind will visit is? Who will be the next destiny to be destroyed? The next orphaned child. And most importantly, no one will ever know – well, for what?
