- 5-year-old Anano asks her mother plaintively and pulls her by the hem. “I am hungry too! Mommy, do we have any bread?" - echoes her younger brother Shotiko (3-year-old). "Wait a little, honey, maybe the neighbor will bring us something," - mother Gvantsa (29 years old) replies affectionately and strokes her kids’ hair. “The fridge is empty, I can’t calm them. I’ll have to ask the neighbors again,” the young woman explains us sadly, as if justifying herself. I turned away to hide my tears and confusion. “Lord, I will endure any torment, just not to see my children starving!” - the poor young woman cries bitterly. “We used somehow to make ends meet, but now we cannot find any work, and the transport does not work ... Sometimes the day goes by so that the children have only tea without sugar and bread!”

3-year-old Tamar greets us with these words, not understanding why all this is happening ... She is still too little to realize in what terrible conditions she lives. She is afraid that the house, or rather what she calls her house, may collapse at any moment and bury the people living there alive ...

“I want to be a soldier, like my daddy! - proudly declares Gabriel and drags me directly from the doorway to the portrait of his father. - You know, ma’am, my dad is a hero, he was at war, and, sure, I will become a hero too! - continues the little boy. - Now daddy is in the heaven. Not that he has left us - angels just took him there, because he was so kind, brave and good!"

6-year-old little Amiko greeted us with the words: “Mom is in pain, she is in pain all the time. She cries and thinks, I can't see. But I see everything, and quickly bring her pills.

He is only one year old, but he does not laugh, he only cries of hunger. Lord, what a horror! Hunger...not in wartime, but in peaceful Georgia!

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

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.

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

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.

Shalva Abuladze - father of five children, begging for help! Story of his family struck into horror the entire personnel of our foundation!

"Caution! Slow down! Stop! Danger!” Probably it is safer to walk in a minefield than in this house. Having worked for many years at the Fund and having seen the primitive living conditions, we sometimes think that we got already used to such houses. But alas! It is impossible to get used to this.