I love my mother and grandmother so much. Besides them, I have none. As long as I can remember, my mother has always been very sick. These words wrote Maxim in March. Yesterday, May 4 ,the cancer took mom's life. Her battle is over.Now begins a new battle for Maxim, 16, a Jewish orphan boy.
A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling. God sets the lonely in families, he leads forth the prisoners with singing… Psalm 68:6 We are writing from a wounded Ukraine. Not only by the war in the east, but also by the tailspin economy. The currency hryvnia is