How quickly time has flown by 

Since the establishment of our institute 

We do not forget those quivering aspirations 

Our creative work was not easy either.

But the founder of everything was Grant Petrovich!

His energy knew no bounds 

And as an unsurpassed mentor, 

He could achieve the impossible.

He, Petrovich, has no equal right, 

It is in a relatively short time 

And the institute erected an excellent 

I was able to create stations in the regions.

But the main thing was solonets-salt marshes, 

He resurrects with freshness to life. 

And high-value crops ripen 

And the institute can receive a considerable income.

Symposium on saline soils.

  It was convened by his initiative, 

And foreign guests with delight, 

They looked at an oasis in the middle of the desert. 

Helped departments of the institute in every possible way, 

In order to comprehensively study the properties of the soil, 

Also look for the latest techniques. 

On washed-off soils, a high yield can be obtained

Alas, he wasted too much energy, 

Like a bright torch in the darkness went out, 

So quickly he passed away 

There is no Grant Petrovich among us today! 

Yes, he is gone, but he lives in creations! 

Everything that he created, the memory of him is bright! 

We mourn deeply and bow our heads low

We are debtors to him in everything!

E.F. Shur-Bagdasaryan