"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.

Meet Zhuzhuna Akhaladze (36 years old): "At night, when my children are sleeping, I get up several times and listen to each child: how are they breathing, aren't they sick? And I can't stop kissing them! I have nothing else to give them but my love."

And hunger can take the lives of those who remained… One year passed since the tragedy in Baghdati happened when the fire took the lives of the whole Gorgodze family. The fire devoured four innocent children and their mother alive... Do you remember what a tragedy it was, how everyone cried and sobbed: "If we could, we would have saved them... We would have made their life better..." But unfortunately, sobbing will not get the children back to life.

Her father who has abandoned her will never read her bedtime stories. Her grandmother and grandfather will never invite her to their home. All this two-year-old princess has is her crying mom and some bread from the social canteen. Her relatives left her even before she was born! “My relatives did not accept me, they said: if you want to give birth to your baby you should get your husband back. If you don’t do that - get rid of the baby. What could I do? What would you have done?”

“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.

By helping the poor, the sick and the unfortunate, you lend a helping hand not to them - but TO THE SON OF GOD! “For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me... Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.” (Matthew 25:35-36, 40)

“Do you know what hurts the most? When they point a finger at you and laugh, mock you ... not even behind your back, they tell you to your face the hurtful words, they call you the janitor's daughter, a beggar, dirty… Like it's a shame if a man works as a janitor. My mom sweeps the streets and I don’t think it’s an unworthy job! And when I grow up, even if I become a big, big boss, in spite of bad people, I will take a broom and help her! " - the saddest brown eyes in the world look at me - two bottomless lakes of tears ... For 12 years, Irma has endured so much ridicule and humiliation from her peers, as no adult could have withstood. Ill-mannered kids keep name-calling her.

“Merab is our crybaby, he is the youngest, but the most chowhound! He doesn't let the bread out of his hands, he thinks that we will take it away from him ... but in fact we even give him our sausages! Mom brings sausages from the canteen once a week. As many as 10! But we give everything to Merab, he's little! And we are all adults, we understand that mom has no money. But Merabiko doesn't understand it. He doesn't understand anything yet. He just cries: "I want some meat, give me some meat."

“In my dreams my mother always smiles, but in reality she cries and cries,” says 12-year-old boy Yura sadly. Little Anna immediately joins our conversation: - We really, really love our mom! Let me teach you how she teaches us to warm our fingers. Do you know how?! - Why do I need it? - I ask the girl. - You are so funny! You are already an adult, but you don't know why! If it gets cold, they can break. Or don't you need your fingers? “Misfortune literally haunts me,” poor mother Araksi cries bitterly. - My husband kidnapped me, then betrayed and abandoned me; my parents turned their backs on me... And a year ago my father died, he used to be our only support and protection ... We are alone in this world and absolutely no one needs us!"

“All four of us sleep on the floor, we warm each other. I am afraid that my daughters will get sick, the cold from the floor creeps to the bones,” mother Lela (41 years old) cries bitterly. The poor woman and her three wonderful daughters - Mariam (5-year-old), Ekaterina (9-year-old), Lizi (11-year-old) - are desperately fighting for survival. They have to live in a quite empty rented apartment without any amenities, and sleep on the bare floor! It’s impossible to imagine anything like that happening in a European country! Our compatriot Lela Elbakidze is a single mother of three daughters, and she is sick. Friends, we are her last hope!

"My God, what a horror!" - is the first thought that crossed my mind when we saw this dwelling. A child lives among graves! You get stunned by the grief and despair you see! The gases from constantly decaying corpses can cause terrible diseases ... Lord, do not leave these unfortunate people! “I'm afraid to open my eyes, there are only crosses and graves around ... Every day I ask the Lord only one thing: I want to live among the living and find friends ... I believe that you are the answer to my prayers! " - says Mariam with hope in her voice and her frightened little heart beating very fast.

“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.