in this report we want to share with you some lifestories of our beneficiaries in their own words. These people used to live at streets and now they have work and place where to live, they can hope and make plans. These stories shows once again how difficult can be way from the streets back to the ordinary life.
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YURI, 50 y.o.
«I was born in Moldova SSR when my mother was on vacation there. Then we came back to Saint Petersburg, it was called Leningrad back then. Before the army I worked in Estonia, I had a third grade in welding and in the army I got the fourth, when I returned from the army I got the fifth and sixth grade in welding and became a valued specialist, I even graduated with honors with a degree in welding.
In the early 90's I had to quit the main job at the plant and started to moonlight here and there. I've learned how to be a stove-maker. I can completely make any stove — large or small. I have a lot of professions, I can do almost everything. One day I moved to Divinskaya village, near Luga, I lived there for four years. I worked for some people there and lived in their house as a caretaker.
But once, when I was sawing a log, a shard of wood hit me in the eye and left me completely blind, I was no longer needed by anyone. I went to the train station myself, took a train and got to the Baltic station, where I found a medical center. Then I was sent to the Eye Center at Liteyny avenue, then moved to the Ozerki hospital but finally they threw me out because, as they said, my medical insurance had expired. I lost my eye because they did not do do the surgery in time. And again I went to the Baltic Station, where Nochlezhka's guys already helped me once. I lived in Nochlezhka's heating point for a month, after that I was taken to Nochlezhka's Counselling Service. At that point, I was completely unable to see. Before that, I had an aunt here in St. Petersburg, she wanted to leave her apartment to me, but in the end in her will she left her apartments to some relatives in Moldova. I was upset that no one needed me. My aunt died — and I am all alone, my other relatives live abroad. I had an elder brother but he had died too».
Yuri spent about a year and a half in Nochlezhka's shelter: during this time he had several eye surgeries, and he was surveyed to an elective surgery of the spine. He was assigned to disability group II, he got the pension and collected all the necessary documents for a home for the elderly. In the autumn of 2014 he moved to Poklonnogorsky home for the elderly and disabled, and he really likes it there. He regularly visits his friends in Nochlezhka.
PAVEL, 38 y.o.
«I became homeless a long time ago. It was 1993 or 1994. My parents were divorced and I lived with my mum. She ran a business. We had two apartments but they were mortgaged, and when she was unable to pay the debt, the apartments passed into the posession of the bank. Since then I have been a tramp. I was only 16 years old. At first we lived in rented apartments. Then I lived with my father for some time, but at that point he already had another family and it was not an option to stay and live there. Then I joined the army. After the army, when I was 21, I lived in a dorm. I went to a factory and became an apprentice turner and got two specialties in lathe and milling machine.
So I worked in the factory and lived my life. But, as it often happens, the alcohol messed my life up. I started losing jobs. And one day I just found myself out on the street. After the army I worked only for two years, perhaps, and since then for almost 14 years I have lived in the street. My mother died in 2001. I haven't heard from my father for one and a half year. I do not know what happened to him, I wrote letters and I tried to call him by the phone but was unable to find him. I am from Bashkiria, and have been in St. Petersburg for three years now.
Now I live soberly, and my life is getting better, somehow it is recovering: now I have documents and I have a job. All the people around think that if a person drinks, it is only their fault. And if you try to look into it deeply, you will find that alcoholism is a disease, and it is transmitted on the genetic level. It is almost unreal to stop drinking if you have a bad heredity. Especially for a man who has no one to support or help him, for a single person».
When Pavel was in Nochlezhka's shelter, he was involved in the «Halfway house» project. During his stay, with the help of our social workers, he obtained the registration, restored his ITN, the certificate of pension insurance and military ID card. Thanks to this, now he has an official job and rents an apartment.