For a month and a half, he has been operated on for 18 times, 18 time he got anesthesia... His lungs were cut out piece by piece: first one, then another. Now he has a quarter of his lung left. He survived 18 deaths. He's alive now. But he doesn’t have much time left. He knows about it, and his mom and dad know... You have to be very strong to live with that.

Mom Irine and her three children - 12-year-old Saba, 10-year-old Togo and 2-year-old Mariam - live in unbearable conditions. The rotten walls of the shack are covered with mold, which floats in the air and then settles in the lungs. All their time the kids are in this room, breathing this air, stumbling over holes in the rotten floor. What will happen to their health? It's scary to even think about it. But that’s not their only problem.

Vaziani. People move here when everything goes too bad and you need some place to live, when you need to have just a roof over head. Zhanna and her two little daughters found themselves here, on the edge of life. Luck of love brought her here.

"Mommy, help me! Mommy, I'm dying! - Eka whispers through her teeth - she is no longer even able to scream... - I'm already dead, mom, am I in hell? Oh God, why does it hurt so much?" The poor girl bites her lip to the blood, squeezes her mother's hand tight, and her eyes rain tears.

Gogi's mother, Mari Khakhalashvili, gave her son a life twice: the first time when she gave birth to him, and the second when, losing consciousness from grief, she found the strength to save his life while he was dying on the surgical table!

“I always wear someone’s old clothes - I have no other. It is disgusting, but my mother cannot buy me anything new... Ma’am, you know - we are poor!" - 11-year-old Carlo addresses me with these words. He shyly lowers his eyes, where one can see hurt and sadness, as if the boy had matured ahead of time, having understood that life is unfair.

There are five little children in the Bagalishvili family. The sixth is about to be born. Four children are sick. Not helplessly yet. But they’ll become soon. When there is no money to buy them food or clothes, it is in no way possible to carve out funds for a doctor, for tests, for the trip to the hospital, for medications. The monthly social allowance is enough either for flour and cheap food, or for the treatment of one child. Mom Nunu (35 years old) told me about these terrible things. And I try to imagine what a choice she faces every day. “It feels like they gave me a gun and said: "Choose who to kill." If you want to treat Tamara and Tengo - Temuri, Tika and Tornike will starve to death. And if you want your children to be well-fed (actually “well-fed” - this is too strong word), then it will be impossible to treat them. Something like that". Have you ever faced such a choice? What would you choose? Please advise!

"My three-month-old daughter suffocated under the lifeless body of her mother ..."

“Come to eat!” - these are the most terrible words in life for 8-year-old Gio and 3-year-old Gaby... The mouth starts to feel so disgusting that it immediately makes you sick... Oh, these damned noodles never end!

"Dad died ... probably very soon, and we are behind him ..." - these words of the 12-year-old guy simply terrified us.

“Let’s go, I’ll show you a hole! You know, I almost died there? It grabbed my leg, and I screamed: "A-ah-ah!" But my mother managed to grab me, otherwise it would have eaten me!" - baby Niniko drags me by the hand. She wants to show me some sinister hole. “Just look, be careful, it can grab you too,” - the baby warns me.

Friends, when you see what a life these unfortunates have, you will certainly get horrified! They are lepers. Not for us - people who know that there is God, but for officials who are obliged to help them! Will we leave them in trouble and turn our backs on them as well? Just look at the photo.

He takes care of two children alone - a 14-year-old daughter and a ten-year-old son who suffers from epilepsy.

Every day, the family faces a choice - to feed four children or buy medicine for a sick daughter, without which there will be inevitable death.

God forbid anyone, to experience every day of God that this unfortunate kind old woman is the mother of Ira Khergiani.

In the house where the family lives there is a smell of terrible poverty: Rotten walls, rusty beds, torn clothes, dampness.

Look, a lizard is looking at us from the ceiling! I'm so afraid of it, once it jumped into my bed! Little Martha shows us, pointing with her little finger at the ceiling.

when he cries, it’s so scary for me that I’m closing my ears