I was waiting for an electric train at the Kursk station in Moscow. A woman came up and asked me to buy some bread. She looked normal, tidy, and looked nothing like the vagabonds shooting themselves in the air. So when I got into the big one, an hour and a half, I asked her what happened to her? They took tea with cakes and put it on an empty electric train so that she could eat peacefully. She told me the story of her life.
It’s 60 years. I’ve spent my whole life working as a trainer, raising my son alone. While her mother was alive, Grandma was watching her son. Well, that’s how it happened, the son got involved with a bad company, started taking drugs. He went to prison, got out, kicked his mother out of the house, lowered his mother’s apartment “through the vein”, sat down in a new prison and died in a riot… The woman went to Moscow, no home, no place to live, no family. Lived at the station. Where the guards are kicking them out, she’s been on the other side, and they’ve done a lot of good in Moscow. They didn’t take her to work. I don’t think she’s fit for age. Wherever you look, where you don’t look at this story, there’s a lot of confusion and a lot of ignorance. What to do and how she can help in this situation I did not know. The only thing I could do that moment was to get my friends from the Kursk police station to stop them from leaving the waiting room. And he showed her a place when and how many homeless people from charitable organizations come to feed. Where to wash, where you can get honey. Help. He left her his phone number. And that’s why we split up.
On his main job, he went to work, there was an announcement on the stop: «CONCEGE WANTS», coped without any thought and put it in his bag.
The house found this announcement again and remembered this woman from the Kursk airport. I came, I found her at the station, and I called the workers, they went to the interview. They explained the situation and took it to work. You can live in this emergency room, better than on the bench and under the loudspeakers. She was able to get two bets and wash the ride and the stairways. She turned out to be a very talented artist, a self-taught artist, painted her way up with cartinas, planted flowers on the floors and made ashtrays for chicken dwellers. The drive was put on the best drive in the area. A friend of mine on a very good account with the THC’s administration, and most importantly, she met this same lonely old man here and they decided to marry. When I look at the fate of this woman, I believe that a miracle still happens, and there is a God in heaven!
I couldn’t sleep at night, wondering how could she help? What can I do for her? If I walked past the announcements, would she still be alive? After all, she admitted to me that she was ready to throw herself under the road from the insecurity and futility of her fate. Don’t pass me in need, friends!
Pay attention around you!
Author: A. Kuznetsov
The Holy Land Charitable Foundation
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