“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."

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

“I was little, but I remember my mother,” a little beauty Barbara tells us and brings us a portrait of her mother, holding it to her heart. - Isn't she beautiful? Do I look like her? I remember how she was lying, and I stroked her hand, and she was happy. And now she is in heaven. And I draw hearts for her and write "love you, mommy." My grandmother and I go to her grave, and make everything beautiful there... We even decorate a Christmas tree for her for the New Year."

It is very painful to get hit in the head and not to lose heart. But Ioseb has been enduring that for 12 years now. “It’s a such game,” the neighbor boys say. When everyone is in team at the stadium, and they tell him: “Go away, lousy! Go away!" It is also a game. You have to understand. Everyone here - the teachers, fellow villagers, and their children - understands that this is how they play with Ioseb.

He was the rock of the large and friendly Arkhoshashvili family, which in an instant turned from the happiest into the most unhappy family in Georgia. “Grandpa, grandpa, does it hurt? Why aren't you playing with me? " - the wonderful four-year-old widget Goderdzi tries to talk to his dear grandfather and gently strokes his hand. He hangs around his grandfather's bed and still can't wait for an answer. But he knows from his beloved grandmother Ketino that his grandfather Nodari who is very sick, someday he will tell him a wonderful tale. Oh, he can’t wait...

“I like to go to kindergarten because there is food!” - says 5-year-old little beauty Tamar, looking into my eyes naively. This adorable little girl with celestial blue eyes was the first to rush out from this pitiful shack to greet us. Still quite a baby, she does not understand that her words tear one’s heart and bring tears in his eyes.

They survive in unbearable conditions which are worse than in prison with 280 GEL for three persons per month.

"In a scary, scary forest, in a scary, scary house, scary, scary people live..." Do you remember this horror story from childhood? Today we will tell you about such a house. But there are no scary people in this house. Children live there, they are not scary at all, they are just beautiful Georgian children.

“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.