Gulnara: What can I dream of after putting a handsome 38-year-old man into the ground? The fire consumed everything I had, everything I loved - burned down, and my son died. You look at me, I talk to you, I walk, but my soul is dead. I try to live only for my granddaughter. My dream is to renovate at least one room, not to sleep at the neighbors' house and not to wash at the relatives' houses. We also need beds, at least one small table and two chairs... and the rest is up to you.