“I’m lying on the floor, I am foaming from my mouth, I open my eyes, I see my mother and brother standing over my head and crying... it’s clear, I had an attack again... the first thing I do - I cross myself and say thank you that it happened to me at home".

God, it's hard to imagine where people live, it's hard to believe where the state is pushing them: into former dilapidated hospitals, greenhouses, barns. Our today's heroes - little Anna and her pregnant mother Victoria - live in the boiler house.

Read it on! This is a tale of real distress, and there are only three characters in it: 6-year-old Nikoloz, his mother Nana and grandmother Irma. Nikoloz became mute after a car hit him.

In five years, she took so many pills that one could have made a small house out of them! For the amount spent for them, little Lizi could have fulfilled all her cherished dreams. The pills she takes are inexpensive - only 10 tetri per pill! But she needs 12 pills a day!

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.

“He starts to twitch, throws his head back and waves his hands. If he does not sit firmly in his chair, he may fall. Therefore, you must look at him all the time and hold him tightly! - tells us little Natia and shows how it looks when her brother Giorgi has an attack. - Do you know how scary it is? Have you ever seen this? It's very scary! Sometimes I even have nightmares that he gets bad, and I do not have time to help him."

“If only Giorgi survived. If only he survived! " - the mother of little Giorgi prays every day, and she believes in a miracle! She believes that the Lord will not leave her alone, that He will send those people who will help to save the life of the little Georgian boy. There are fewer of us every day! Are we going to lose one more life?!

“Sleep, my joy, sleep, I am close to you and will not let you go! I am here and will guard your sleep... My dear, my little girl... " - for 28 years now, a mother has been singing this song to her daughter to calm her down after attacks and seizures. For 28 years she has been holding and squeezing her hand tightly so that Mtvarisa felt that she is not left, that she is not alone. The only thing that connects her with this world is her mother's voice and her mother's hands ...

“Please! I'm a girl just like you... just wearing ugly clothes. It is difficult for me to walk, my legs hurt, and my back hurts, but I can endure it. Do you know what hurts the most? When they point at me and laugh at me. They tell me that they do not want to be friends with me, because my clothes are torn. Because I don't study as well as they do. Because it is difficult for me to walk. I endure it so as not to cry, but when I come home and no one sees me, I will bury myself in the pillow and cry."