“In good weather, I can see the starry sky from my bed,” says 11-year-old Giorgi. And this is not just a joke. He offers me to lie down and take a look. Actually, it is not night now, and there are no stars in the sky, but I can imagine it. From the minute I entered this house, I can only count the holes in the ceiling and floor.

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.

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.

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.

If strangers came up to me and asked my child if he likes ice cream, and he would answer that he loves ice cream more than his mom and dad, I would immediately die of grief...