My children, help us not to freeze and die of cold and hunger. And when I die, I want my funeral cortege to start from my home!

Liunina: Children, your grandmother is begging you - please, help us, otherwise we will end up in the street!

 I'm having a hard time, dear! A woman who lived to such an age and never asked for anything, now I ask for help for the first and, perhaps, the last time in my life! Help us strengthen at least one room in our hut. Maybe we can do something about this collapsed ceiling and wet walls. Please help my poor daughter! She does not know what to take care of first - of her child, her mom, or her dilapidated house.

 I want my family to have a place where they can mourn for me - so that I can pass away in peace. This is my pray and my plea.