"They come here for the last hope"
Maria Vlasova, who lives in the “night”, that this is an ordinary house for ordinary people who are simply unlucky in life Photo: Maria Vlasova, especially for "New" At eight in the morning. I open my eyes, stretch out, hear a rustle, pushing the curtain on the bed. Behind her, a neighbor around the room, Tatyana, rings a blanket and carefully lays a pillow. Instead of a good morning, I tell her “ku-ku”, she smiles in response. I go down the ladder from the upper shelf and go to the bathroom.