particular circle, the editors wrote: “As distinct from the Armenians,
who were settled in Karabakh from Turkey and Iran in the nineteenth
century, the Chechens live in the land of their ancestors. For this reason
no one has the right to deprive the Chechens of the right to live on their
own land.”
6
The dispute about the nineteenth century is a relatively light skirmish
compared to the main theater of war between Armenian and Azerbai
jani historians: the medieval period and churches and monuments, like
Hurekavank, that Samvel Karapetian is investigating. It is about men
like Hasan-Jalal, the prince who ruled an autonomous principality in
Karabakh, who built the region’s finest monasteries, and whose dag
ger—complete with Armenian inscription—is now exhibited in the
152
H U R E K AVA N K : T H E U N P R E D I C TA B L E PA S T
Hermitage in Saint Petersburg. One might reasonably assume a con
sensus that the owner of this dagger was an Armenian—insofar as that
makes sense, when talking about the thirteenth century. But nothing is
so simple.
This is where Professor Buniatov made his most audacious claims.
He chose as his main field of study the “ancient history of Azerbaijan,”
and in particular “Caucasian Albania.” And he devised the theory that
the Karabakh Armenian rulers, like the Beglarians and Hasan-Jalal,
were not really Armenians but Armenianized Albanians.
The “Albanians” Buniatov was referring to have nothing to do with
the nation in the Balkans. This was the name the Romans gave to a Cau
casian people when they first made incursions into the Caucasus in the
first century b.c. When Buniatov began to popularize the subject in the
1960s, the Caucasian Albanians were a long-forgotten ancient people.
The scholarly consensus was that they were a Christian people or group
of peoples who had mainly inhabited what is now the North of Azer
baijan and that by the time of the Arab invasions in the tenth century,
they had begun to assimilate with the peoples around them. So al
though “Albanian” blood surely flowed through veins all over the Cau
casus in the medieval period, “Albania” had vanished as a cultural and
political idea by then. However, it also continued as a territorial name
in that after the Albanians themselves had been assimilated, the name
“Albania” was sometimes used to describe the area in and around Na
gorny Karabakh.
Buniatov challenged this orthodoxy and reclaimed a great histori
cal role for the Albanians. In actual fact, he argued, the Albanians were
one of three major nations of the Caucasus and the progenitors of most
of the population of Azerbaijan; they had survived well into the mod-
ern era, but the Armenians had forcibly suppressed their church, and
translated their literature and then destroyed the originals. Not only
Karabakh but large areas of eastern Armenia, said Buniatov, were in ac
tual fact “Albanian.”
Buniatov began a poisonous quarrel for which the Caucasian Alba
nians themselves should take none of the blame. (Their true history has
not become any clearer as a result.)
7
Buniatov’s scholarly credentials
were dubious. It later transpired that the two articles he published in
1960 and 1965 on Caucasian Albania were direct plagiarisms. Under his
own name, he had simply published, unattributed, translations of two
articles, originally written in English by the Western scholars C. F. J.
H U R E K AVA N K : T H E U N P R E D I C TA B L E PA S T
153
Dowsett and Robert Hewsen.
8
But his main intention was evidently po
litical and here he succeeded brilliantly. The subtext to his theory was
obvious to anyone who lived in the Caucasus: the Karabakh Armenians
had no relation to the Armenians of Armenia. They were either “guests”
of Azerbaijan (nineteenth-century immigrants) or Azerbaijanis under
the skin (descendants of Albanians) and should behave accordingly.
Armenian scholars were outraged. An Armenian historian, A. S.
Mnatsakanian, set out to rebut Buniatov’s historical geography and re-
located Caucasian Albania well to the northeast, toward the Caspian
Sea. Mnatsakanian said that it had entirely disappeared by the tenth
century; as for the medieval-era “Albania,” to the west and in and
around Karabakh, he said this was “New Albania,” a region adminis
tered by Persia, of which the only Albanian component remaining was
the name, but which was entirely populated by Armenians.
In the 1970s, a younger generation of Armenian and Azerbaijani
historians took up the war over Caucasian Albania and wrote articles
full of scornful footnotes. Then a young Azerbaijani student of Bunia
tov’s, Farita Mamedova, opened a new front. Her doctoral thesis, “The
Political History and Historical Geography of Caucasian Albania” was
so provocative that she was not allowed to defend it for five years.
Gorbachev himself reportedly asked what the fuss was about and a
copy of Mamedova’s thesis was laid on his desk. When I visited Ma
medova in a small poky office in Baku’s Western University, it was
hard to believe at first glance that this diminutive, dark-haired pleas-
ant woman could have caused such a destructive row. Then, as she
began to speak quickly and intensely, spelling out the main elements
of her thesis and recounting how “the Armenians passed a death sen
tence on me,” her eyes gleamed; it was obvious that she relished the
fight with the Armenians.
I gathered that Mamedova had taken the Albanian theory and used
it to push the Armenians out of the Caucasus altogether. She had relo
cated Caucasian Albania into what is now the present-day Republic of
Armenia. All those lands, churches, and monasteries in the Republic of
Armenia—all had been Albanian. No sacred Armenian fact was left un
attacked. Armenia’s conversion to Christianity in the fourth century
a.d.? It had actually taken place thousands of miles to the south of pres
ent Armenia, on the River Euphrates. The seat of the Armenian church
at Echmiadzin? It had been Albanian right up until the fifteenth century,
when the Armenians relocated there.
154
H U R E K AVA N K : T H E U N P R E D I C TA B L E PA S T
As for the primary written traces of this Albanian civilization,
Mamedova said they had all been deliberately destroyed, first by the
Armenians and the Arabs in concert, then in a second campaign of sys
tematic destruction in the nineteenth century. Mamedova then told me
how in 1975 she had gone to the great monastery of Gandzasar in Kara
bakh, the seat of Hasan-Jalal, with a group of French scholars. Her com
panions had been skeptical of her theories, but then, using the fluent
medieval Armenian she had learned in Leningrad, she had read off the
inscription on the façade. It began: “I, Hasan-Jalal, built this church for
my people of Aghvank . . .” “Aghvank” was the ancient name for Alba
nia. And she added another detail that I ought to know. Down below in
the village of Vank, she had noted the physiognomy of the locals—none
of them looked Armenian, she said, and that was because they were not.
They were actually all Albanians.
But how come all those hundreds of “Albanian” inscriptions, I
managed to say, in places like Gandzasar and Hurekavank were all
written in medieval Armenian? Mamedova explained that although Al
banians, such as Hasan-Jalal, had written in Armenian, they had never
referred to themselves as Armenians, only as “Aghvank,” as Albanians.
She had another theory as to the inscriptions, although this had not
been substantiated: “There is a theory that the inscriptions were super-
imposed later, in the nineteenth century, but we don’t have any evi
dence of that yet.”
Mamedova had consistently said that she was not political; but in a
second meeting her political views did shine through. “It is impossible
to solve the Karabakh problem without the Albanians,” she said. I must
have looked skeptical. “There are only two nations with an identity but
no state,” she went on. “The Jews and the Armenians. The difference is
that the Jews created a state in their historical homeland; the Armenians
created one not in their historical homeland.”
9
The urbane Mamedova is the sophisticated end of what, in Azerbaijan,
has become a very blunt instrument indeed. The crudest version of the
Albanian argument has swept through Azerbaijan. Not once did I hear
any pre–nineteenth-century church in the entire country called any-
thing other than “Albanian.” The Albanians have even spread to the
distant southeastern region of Nakhichevan, all of whose surviving Ar
menian churches have been declared to be Albanian.
A 1997 pamphlet entitled “The Albanian Monuments of Karabakh,”
H U R E K AVA N K : T H E U N P R E D I C TA B L E PA S T
155
by Igrar Aliev and Kamil Mamedzade, ducks the issue of the medieval
Armenian inscriptions altogether. The front cover bears a drawing of
the façade of the church of Gandzasar, but the draftsman has carefully
left out all the Armenian writing. All the photographs in the church
were taken from a safe distance, so the Azerbaijani reader has no idea
that there is any Armenian writing there at all. Aliev and Mamedzade
finish their historical overview by saying:
The undisputable conclusion follows from everything said above that
the so-called Armenians of Karabakh and the Azerbaijanis as such
(who are the descendants of the Albanian population) of northern
Azerbaijan share the same mother. Both of them are completely indis
putably former Albanians and therefore the Armenians as such on the
territory of Nagorny Karabakh, into which they surged in huge num
bers after the first quarter of the nineteenth century, have no rights.
10
In Armenia meanwhile, the Albanian dispute helped propel a number
of scholars of ancient history into frontline politics. One of the founding
members of the Karabakh Committee in 1988 was Aleksan Akopian, a
leading Armenian historian of the Albanian period. He now pursues his
enthusiasm for history and archaeology as the “governor” of the occu
pied Azerbaijani province of Lachin, situated between Armenia and
Nagorny Karabakh.
I went to see Akopian in his office in the Armenian parliament. An
engaging man with a thick moustache, he said he was delighted to hear
news of Farita Mamedova. “Ah, my sister!” he exclaimed. The two of
them had studied ancient Armenian in Leningrad under the same pro
fessor, and Akopian seemed to look back on their bitter academic quar
rels, fought in obscure historical journals, with something like tender
ness. “I had brothers and sisters in Azerbaijan,” he explained. “I was al
ways fighting with them. For ten years I took part in the war between
Armenia and Azerbaijani historians. The war had begun earlier and I
took part in the last ten years of it.”
11
Then Akopian set off at a rattling
pace to outline the borders of his own “Albania.” It had almost nothing
in common with the Azerbaijani version, being an ancient northerly
province. It was not to be confused with “New Albania,” situated in
Nagorny Karabakh, a province that took only its name from the Alba
nians, when they were fast becoming extinct. The fact that Hasan-Jalal
was the prince “of Albania” in the thirteenth century was perhaps
156
H U R E K AVA N K : T H E U N P R E D I C TA B L E PA S T
equivalent to Queen Elizabeth’s youngest son’s being the Earl of Wes
sex, a long-vanished English kingdom.
It would have taken a few years to spare and knowledge of several
ancient languages to form an informed judgment on the Albanian ques
tion. Fortunately, Professor Robert Hewsen of Rowan College, New Jer
sey, the foremost expert on this period of Caucasian history, was able to
advise. In his elegant, carefully worded reply to my list of questions, I
detected the voice of someone who had spent his career negotiating the
reefs of Caucasian historical politics.
Hewsen enclosed an article from 1982 in which he had gone back
over the original sources; he had strongly reprimanded Buniatov for
bad history but also criticized the Armenian Mnatsakanian for being
selective with the evidence.
12
In his letter, he stressed that the amount
of evidence on Caucasian Albania was really quite small, but he con
curred with the idea that by the tenth century the Albanians had pretty
much been broken up: “Since, according to Strabo, the Albanians were
a federation of twenty-six tribes, the general consensus is that their
state began to disintegrate in the Arab period and was gone by the
tenth century; an Albanian ethnic group may have survived longer:
we don’t know.”
Hewsen said it was hard to find any traces of the Albanians. Most
people assumed that the Udins, a tiny Christian nationality, who used
to live in northern Azerbaijan, were descendants of the Albanians. They
spoke an indigenous Caucasian language related to Lezghian. Apart
from that, the few fragments of their writing in existence had yet to be
deciphered. There was almost no supporting evidence for the charge
that the Armenians had deliberately destroyed the Albanian literature.
If “Albania” had survived, it was as a separate branch of the Armenian
church, based in Karabakh. Finally we came to the Karabakhi prince,
Hasan-Jalal. Professor Hewsen concluded that “I have found not a
shred of evidence that [the meliks] ever thought of themselves as any-
thing but Armenians, albeit members of the Albanian branch of the Ar
menian Church.”
Hewsen had also traced Hasan Jalal’s genealogy and found it to be
almost exclusively Armenian:
[Hasan-Jalal’s] descent can be traced back to the fourth century and in
volves the following houses: In the male line, (1) the princes (who later
became kings) of Siunik. Through various princesses, who married his
H U R E K AVA N K : T H E U N P R E D I C TA B L E PA S T
157
ancestors, Hasan-Jalal was descended from (2) the kings of Armenia or
the Bagratuni dynasty, centered at Ani; (3) the Armenian kings of
Vaspurakan of the Artsuni dynasty, centered in the region of Van; (4)
the princes of Gardman; (5) the Sassanid dynasty of Persia, and (6) the
Arsacids, the second royal house of Albania, itself a branch of (7) the
kings of ancient Parthia.
13
All of this confirmed what perhaps no one should have doubted in
the first place: that the man whose dagger in the Hermitage bears an Ar
menian inscription was not in fact a latter-day Caucasian Albanian.Yet
it needed a scholar in New Jersey to prove it.
The great thick beech forests of Nagorny Karabakh are one of the red
bands that curled down Samvel Karapetian’s map of the Caucasus in
1914. Before we parted, Samvel and I were to go on one more expedi
tion deep into these forests, to one of Karabakh’s most famous and re-
mote monasteries.
Our two local guides, Boris and Slava from the village of Talish, led
the way, carrying double-barreled hunting rifles. We entered a timeless
forest wilderness and walked for hours, picking our way over great rot
ting timbers, beneath the silver shafts of beech trees. Samvel strode in
front with the guides, keeping up an eager pace. As he darted along, he
sometimes seemed less a human being than some strange marine crea
ture flitting through the green. My feelings toward this tireless historian
veered between admiration and alarm. He was, an Armenian friend
justly said, “a constructive ultranationalist.” Whatever Samvel is seek
ing to prove, the general effect of his work will be to record for the wider
world treasures of medieval Christian art that are little known in the
outside world and might otherwise be lost. Yet, if his political views
were to predominate, would the Caucasus ever move out of its sus
pended animation in the medieval period?
After three hours, we spotted our destination. A tiny splash of pale
stone stood out in the greenery, with a small square belfry jutting sky-
ward. Yeghishe Arakyal stands on a rocky outcrop above a gorge, the
foaming River Terter far below. A thick defensive wall surrounds the
seven churches; the medieval princes obviously needed to protect
themselves well. As soon as we came through the gate, Samvel and
his team got out their tape measures and cameras and immediately set
to work.
158
H U R E K AVA N K : T H E U N P R E D I C TA B L E PA S T
When darkness had fallen, we were under the spell of the Karabakh
forests. All I could hear was the crackle of the bonfire, an owl, and the
distant surge of the river. Then there was something else: a faint patter
of Armenian voices. I got up, went out into the darkness, and crept
around the pale shapes of the monastery chapels, pressed against each
other like the hulls of ships. Samvel, Emma, and Narine were standing
with their faces pressed against the low stone doorway of one of the
churches. Narine held a flashlight whose beam fell onto the inscription
above the door, Emma stood with pen poised above a pad of paper.
Samvel, his big bald head capped by a navy-blue-and-orange woolly
hat, was reading out the Armenian letters, one by one. Samvel was un
stoppable. He was even using the hours of darkness to gather more in
telligence in his long war.
11
Do'stlaringiz bilan baham: |