Vaziani. People move here when everything goes too bad and you need some place to live, when you need to have just a roof over head. Zhanna and her two little daughters found themselves here, on the edge of life. Luck of love brought her here.

“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.

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

“Come to eat!” - these are the most terrible words in life for 8-year-old Gio and 3-year-old Gaby... The mouth starts to feel so disgusting that it immediately makes you sick... Oh, these damned noodles never end!

“Let’s go, I’ll show you a hole! You know, I almost died there? It grabbed my leg, and I screamed: "A-ah-ah!" But my mother managed to grab me, otherwise it would have eaten me!" - baby Niniko drags me by the hand. She wants to show me some sinister hole. “Just look, be careful, it can grab you too,” - the baby warns me.

5-year-old Vache thinks that his mom has bad taste - when she tastes noodles or potatoes she always says: “Try it, it is so delicious!” But Vache wishes he never set eyes on either potatoes or noodles.

They are afraid of their house, they are afraid that the roof, which they could not fix after the fire, will collapse on their heads. They miraculously managed to escape from the fire, but they will certainly die under their roof. “It will probably bring relief to many people,” - Gulnazi says. There is no irony in her words. She really thinks so. She also thinks that their family is superfluous, because no one cares about them.

Mom Tamara and her seven-year-old son Gabriel are alone in the entire world. Their dad has been gone for six years now: he killed himself because of boundless poverty and grief... They have no relatives either, there is nowhere to seek for help, there is no one to hope for. All that remains is to be strong, survive and pray to God. So they do, but they have no strength left at all.

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...

“Our bread is the tastiest. It is harder to bite it today, yesterday it was softer."

Every evening the children say these words like a prayer, but by standing in front of the portrait of their mother, not the icon. They tell her how they behaved, what did they do... Sometimes they even ask her for help. Their mother died two years ago of a terrible disease - cancer!

For two-year-old Ramaz, candy is the most wonderful creation on earth! Candy is like a mom and a sister! Those rare days when his mom can buy him one candy becomes a holiday for him. He cares for it as for the apple of his eye, and even kisses it. “Oh, what a funny child,” you would say and smile if you don’t know who it’s about. And what will your reaction be if I say that he ate sweets only a few times during his childhood? What if I tell you that sometimes tea is his only food? What if I say that he envies his sister the most because his mother is breastfeeding her? Will you again say that he is quirky, or will you be horrified?

“It’s true, sir,” - sighs 12-year-old Salome - a real beauty - hiding her serious and sad eyes. – “I cover my head with a blanket and snuggle up to mommy, but we just can't get warm!” Visiting this family, we found ourselves in a tiny, wretched room where poor Tinatin huddles with her two lovely daughters - one-year-old Nini and 12-year-old Salome. “Don’t take off your jackets, it’s freezing here like outside. Children constantly get sick ... I am embarrassed to admit that we don't even have a bed, my eldest daughter and I sleep on the floor,” - the unfortunate mother says with tears in her eyes, while I furtively look around this creepy room with peeling walls and a collapsed ceiling. “How can children live here?” - this question does not get out of my head.

The killer house is slowly but surely poisoning the children living there with toxic mold! “Ma’am, won't you sweep the floor? There are crumbs for mice. They are even more hungry than we are. I am sorry for them!” Cute little Achi stunned me at the doorstep with his touching care of his "toys”! Indeed, he and his sister have nothing else to play with.

The main breadwinner in this unfortunate Georgian family is 11-year-old Sandro. When there is absolutely nothing to eat and his little brother and sister begin to whimper, the main breadwinner in the family goes to work: he collects scrap metal and cans. And if he’s lucky, he can find a bag of bread left near the wheelie bin, which kind people did not throw away, but hung up nearby for hungry dogs... or children.

- 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.

They live in desperate poverty, any second at the risk of being buried under the ruins of their own home... It was a distressing picture to see even for the worldly-wise Fund employees. We just shuddered when we saw this little doll with huge beautiful eyes in desperate poverty, a dilapidated house, with a collapsed wall... And Nini, kept frolicking without noticing it: “Look what a puppy I have! Isn't it wonderful?"

“I believed, I believed and waited for you so much,” the beautiful Rosalinda (7-year-old) greeted me in her ringing voice. "Miracles do not happen ... I am 13, and I know that for sure... Or they do happen?" Khatuna (13-year-old) asked me with an expression of wonder, humbly looking at me. My heart ached of the utter hopelessness that I saw there.