The bluish trees of Crimea - with green velvet,
And the marble sea between the trees…
...And in the end of life –this narrow room
On narrow Nalbandyan street...
...In the middle of the room the dining table hardly stands,
unsteady like a child.
He wrote on it, he composed on it,
also ate his piece of bread...
...From the ancient grandeur
only the noble and luxurious black piano is present,
Who, along with his rebellious owner,
has left his wealthy paternal house,
came after the spirit, after the soul,
came to Armenia -
to this shelter - poor and honest…
Silva Kaputikyan, “At Alexander Spendiaryan House Museum”, 1968