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.

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!

“We play and run. It helps us to forget that we are hungry,”- little Gvantsa and Saba say. At such a young age, these kids already know what real hunger means.

Six-year-old Oto looks at his holey shoes with annoyance. “Do you want to go to school, dear?" - I try to insinuatingly find out what upsets him so much. "Sure! Everyone goes to school, and I want too! What do you think will my feet get wet?" Dressed literally in rags, the little boy met us by a strange building, which only remotely looked like a house.

All the dreams of mom Tamara get shattered when she brings a three-liter jar of soup from the social canteen. Three liters of soup and four loaves of bread for seven children. Sounds like a math puzzle? We have already given you such puzzles. It is not a fictional puzzle, but a real one. It is not aimed to train your brain, but to determine the kindness level of your heart. It is much easier to cross the river with a wolf, goat, and a cabbage so that each of them is left intact than feeding seven children with bread and one jar of soup.

“In good weather, I can see the starry sky from my bed,” says 11-year-old Giorgi. And this is not just a joke. He offers me to lie down and take a look. Actually, it is not night now, and there are no stars in the sky, but I can imagine it. From the minute I entered this house, I can only count the holes in the ceiling and floor.

Six months ago, a fire took away everything they had: newly renovated rooms, beautiful furniture, appliances and all their dreams ...

If strangers came up to me and asked my child if he likes ice cream, and he would answer that he loves ice cream more than his mom and dad, I would immediately die of grief...

What emotions do you experience when you see this baby with a piece of meat in his hands - the most luxury thing his family has? Sadness? A pity? Pain? Fear? It's weird, isn’t it? When we asked him "What are you dreaming about?" 5-year-old Lazare took us to the refrigerator and answered: ‘Look! I want us to often have delicious meat!"