Maybe happiness for you is something immeasurable, indescribable, unattainable. It is sometimes so difficult for us to explain simple things in words. But little eight-year-old Demuri knows exactly what happiness is. This is a house, dumplings, and a bike! He has only one and very simple dream - to live like other children do.

Gocha cannot talk. Terrible things happen to him because of this. Once his mom and dad and brother and sister did not understand, and his appendicitis burst. Another time they did not understand - and pneumonia developed. If they don't understand he finds himself in an intensive care unit. His relatives are always on the alert! He only whimpers faintly, when he is feeling bad, he cannot even show anything with his hands. And then his mom puts his head on her chest, on the side where her heart is. She does it very often because he is often feeling bad. Mother Maya’s heart aches for a long time, and she needs to see a doctor.

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.

Six-year-old Giorgi has been standing with a towel in his hands for over an hour. He is sleepy, it's already ten o'clock in the evening, but he can't sleep. "I'm waiting. I must wait for my turn to the bathhouse. It's not fair! Do you wait a long time for your turn if you need to go to the toilet or bathe? " - Giorgi asks me waiting to get a serious answer from me.

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.

“Come to eat!” - eight-year-old Gio and three-year-old Gaby, just hate these unpleasant words. There’s nothing pleasant when you feel nauseous, you feel disgusted, you want to cry, but you still eat these awful noodles every day, all year round.