WINTER THAT STAYS IN THE SOUL
Poverty is a terrible thing, it penetrates straight into your soul and deprives you of your humanity with such slow agony that you no longer recognize yourself. You don’t know why you step out of a warm room into a frozen city. The gloomy days that have turned into a sad routine become so acceptable that you forget what a good life is. People walking here and there on the tired streets of Tbilisi sometimes don’t even listen, they just pass by the extended hand of help with great regret. Everyone is in a hurry going somewhere, everyone is running somewhere, and no one has time ....
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