“Mom, Andria grabbed the entire bread loaf again, now he’ll eat everything himself, he’ll leave us nothing,” - six-year-old Mari calls her mother for help. She knows that she will not be able to cope with her brother alone and that he will not give away the bread himself. Then nine-year-old Giorgi, six-year-old Mari, five-year-old Alexander will be left without bread, and only two-year-old Andria will have his fill...

Mom Inga gets 320GEL social allowance for her three daughters and herself. It is somehow enough for two weeks, and then they start starving... If this unbearable living routine lasted a little longer, it would make this unfortunate woman commit suicide without getting out of depression... But she was "lucky" - she was entitled to attend a social canteen, and now she and her daughters can get at least some gruel there. Although it can hardly be called normal food, it still saves them on hungry days.

Just imagine what does a mother feel when she sees her 37-year-old son sitting on the floor, rolling his toy car, and humming something into his toy phone...

Children are very cruel. They say everything they see and call everything by their proper names. Adults cannot do that. We say: "Nine-year-old Alena cannot hear from birth." And the children in the street point a finger at her and shout: "She's deaf!"

- Mother Nino says without hiding her tears. - Mom, the holiday is coming soon, don't cry, - Goderdzi soothes her. And Barbara strokes her mother on the head. It’s coming soon... - sighs Nino.

Shorena, a poor mother with two children in her arms, attempted to joke, but the joke turned into tears.

This unfortunate mother, with no money, not even the most basic living conditions, has four children. And her fifth child is her old blind mother.

"How is this possible?" - you will probably ask. Mzia Dzamukashvili knows the answer to this question very well. She first died at the age of 9 when she went blind. Her world was gone. Her childhood ended and her life ended too. Mzia buried and mourned her dreams. And then she was resurrected for another life - in eternal darkness. She learned to live by touch - to walk, read, recognize other people. She learned not to dream about great joys. Her fate was like an evil stepmother, it was not going to give her love, the joy of motherhood, happiness.

Anna is one year old. She struggles from the very first days of her life. Doctors say that any second may become her last second. Everyone around her is worried and anxious. Despite the fact that there are five more children in the family, everyone talks about Anna only. Did she sleep? Did she eat? Did she cry? Why is she so calm? Why is she so restless?

“O Most Holy Lady Virgin Theotokos, save and preserve my Barbara under Your shelter. Cover her with the veil of Your motherhood, beg my Lord and Your Son... Don't let my girl die of hunger and cold. Help and save her."

Cancer! Is there any word that sounds scarier? It all started with a tiny pimple, which looked harmless. And after just a couple of months, 46-year-old Khvicha was diagnosed with the fourth stage of soft tissue sarcoma.

“My sister and I waited so much for the birth of our brother, we even came up with a name for him, so we wanted to babysit him, play with him ... we thought he would be our protector ... but he is so helpless, so sick ... he can’t do anything himself,” says 11-year-old Anna. She and her older sister - 13-year-old Mari - became not only sisters for 5-year-old Luka, but also mothers! Sometimes they look after their brother even better than their mother does! The boy cannot do anything by himself, he cannot even ask for water.

Five hungry children live here in these post-war-looking ruins, dreaming of warmth and food ... The rooms are so cold that you can’t take off your jacket. But winter is still ahead!

“I always behave well. I obey mom, and dad, and I do not offend dear God, but I have nothing. Mom says that we will be fine. I’ll have sweets and toys, but when, she does not know ... Do you know? Good children are supposed to have sweets,” baby Mariam babbles and looks intently into my eyes, as if into my soul! She looks at me in such a way as if the fate of her whole family depends on my answer.

Do you know what hell is? It’s when it hurts but you have no money to buy a painkiller, when you are hungry, but there is no food, when you are thirsty but there is no one to give you water! This is hell! And also the understanding that nothing will ever change... Life will never become better for Khatuna Gvenetadze! She is holding on with her last strength.