Chkalov, “chka love” (in Armenian, there is no love).
This is how the people from Lori usually joke when a stranger is first accompanied to the village of Chkalov. In fact, the village is a place of love with its hospitable and hardworking people.
The warming of the days in Chkalov is directly proportional to the population growth.
The first is 82-year-old grandmother Sirush returning from Vanadzor to the village to take care of her garden and roses. And as soon as the school year is over, 14-year-old Suren comes to Chkalov with his brother. Then the people from Chklaov who live in America come and the village is full of life.
Chkalov is never as crowded as during the summer holidays.
