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For the second week in a row, we have only talk in the country as about homeless children - it was the president who noticed them.

And decided to eradicate. Evil, of course.

Hence the question. Does one eight-year-old Chechen girl, whose parents were killed in the current war, fall under the unexpected presidential care, after which she fell into the care of her aunt, who soon came under fire at one of the roadblocks, turning into a first-degree disabled person with a bunch of unpulled fragments in her spine, and now there is no one to take care of the aunt, except for this very girl, not so long ago, moreover, who has become rapidly going blind? ..

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wheelchair and Fatima are almost the same height. The stroller is heavy, antediluvian, with deflated wheels, and it is very difficult for Fatima to constantly roll it out and unfold it.

But we have to. At least sometimes Malika needs to perform a feat and try to get into a stroller. And then the veins on Fatima's thin arms swell. Her muscles are trained in lifting weights. A girl would have to go to school, learn letters and numbers, but life has come up with something else.

... We first met in the summer - on a patch of land between refugee camps near the village of Ordzhonikidzevskaya in Ingushetia. It was hot, July, everyone felt disgusting: mass cleansings took place in Sernovodsk, refugees were starving, demanding an end to the war.

Malika Ezieva, a native of Grozny, Fatimina’s aunt, who by that time had not healed post-wound ulcers on her thighs for several months, was starving, tormented by pain, along with a group of refugees, having lost faith in any sense of her further existence.

“I’ll die soon, so at least it’s useful,” she repeated.

And it was hard to argue with her.

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at Malika's feet was constantly sitting a little bluish-pale Fatima in an elegant white and red dress. The refugees around said then:

Look, she's hungry too. Wants to die. - And they added: - And where should she go?

Indeed, the girl confirmed:

- I want to die.

And it got cold under the 45-degree sun. Anyone who has died at least once knows how terrible it is, and therefore they did not believe the girl in the summer. Like, repeats after adults ...

But the days passed, the hunger strike rolled over in its second week, and only a shadow in a ball gown and eyes remained of the girl. But Fatima stood her ground:

“If my aunt decided to die, then so did I.”

And faith in her words not only appeared, but also strengthened.

Malika now and then fell into a persistent oblivion from malnutrition and pain, and then no one would have given a guarantee that this suicide would not happen just about. Double - children's and women's.

Thank God, my aunt then decided to live. She was forced to decide so - she was taken to the hospital in an unconscious state, rescued, and soon the day came when the faithful Fatima was already accompanying Aunt Malika to Grozny. That is, home - to a house that does not exist, but there, in Grozny, is still a native place and you can wander around strange corners and think that at least the city, the whole, in its entirety, not in particular, is yours.

...Now both are in Moscow. We got to the capital on the chaise longue: it was Aunt Malika who had completely grown stronger in spirit and decided to get on her feet in order to switch roles and be a support to her niece. To do this, Malika needs a neurosurgical operation of the degree of complexity that is available only to capital clinics and luminaries.

The same Fatima was taking my aunt to Moscow. What is almost impossible to believe: a bedridden patient, buses, trains, transfers, transshipments, you have to eat, drink, wash ...

But Fatima does not complain. She even diplomatically pretends that she does not understand Russian (although she understands) when she is asked to tell about this journey, which even very strong men with tempered hearts and nerves would not dare to embark on.

Here, in Moscow, both have no one. And, apart from Maliki's desire to deal with her disability and Fatima's fantastic loyalty to her, both of them have nothing in their souls. Now they have been given shelter by Natalya Nelidova, the head of the Warm House refugee organization, but her efforts are clearly not enough. And not because the efforts are small, but simply because the wall around is too strong, and Malika's admission to the hospital is dragging on.

However, even if they take my aunt there, what about Fatima? Her future without Maliki is still hard to imagine. Fatima does not leave Maliki even a single step, she is afraid to part even for a short time.

In addition, the girl sees worse. But we do not treat without a residence permit! Damned system, when the right to health, including children and orphans, is tied with the strongest knot to the so-called "registration at the place ..."

And you don't know how to put it right. Since an eight-year-old orphan has nothing from this series - neither a “place of residence” nor a “place of stay”, as the law clearly defines those points on the maps of our cities, in accordance with the mark at which we receive a real right to constitutionally guaranteed free healthcare and education. And Fatima has only an aunt, who also has nothing of this, due to the war. A war waged by our state in violation of all laws, while brazenly insisting on scrupulous observance of the laws by the very citizens who suffered from this lawless war.

And so Fatima, only out of mercy, was consulted at the Filatov Children's Hospital. AND?

And that's it. If consultation is still somehow possible for people like Fatima, then treatment is categorically not. The doctor only wrote on a piece of paper that "treatment at the place of residence" is required.

And who, seeing Fatima, does not understand that it is “required”? But where to get the "place of residence"? This is the momentary question, smoothly flowing into others, already intermediate to eternal: will a girl ever be able to study at all? Read? To know more about life than the sight of shells flying at her parents, severed limbs, heads, eternal funerals and wheelchairs?

And finally, the eternal ones: what will her fate be?

Of course, an ordinary ophthalmologist, who already gave alms to a Grozny girl, should not look for answers to these questions, which were put before Fatima not at all by the doctors of the Filatov hospital, but by people of other professions, directly opposite in goals and objectives. Certainly...

But every now and then it seems: what if this time there will be a happy exception and someone, on whom a lot depends, will take it and think more than about registering “changes in the fundus”? And he will go and break the wall in front of him? ..

After all, this is the only way we will ensure that orphans do not grow up in evil and later, having matured, would have a chance not to spread it, - which, in fact, the president hinted at not so long ago, publicly, in front of cameras, talking about homeless and street children in the Kremlin with a lady in a pink suit who is personally responsible for all Russian orphans - with Valentina, that is, Matvienko, our deputy prime minister, who in response kept kicking, stressing the amorphous "responsibility of the whole society."

Last question. If an orphan has a homeless aunt? So who is the orphan herself?

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