I wrote my first article about Shusha in the winter of 1992, when the first snow fell between us. For the first time, winter seemed so hard and cold to me.Then that coldness fell on our souls, so cold that we could not warm up in the spring. Our eyes froze in search of nightingales in the colorful meadows. All our youth was cold. You have become the Qibla of our dreams, the capital of our dreams. When we did not come to sleep, our dreams became cold. Sometimes the warmth of our hearts could not warm our words, our words were cold. Niskilin made us cold, Shusha!

Aygun Bagirli

PhD in Philology, Associate Professor

"Literary newspaper", 2020, November 16