Not my, taken from the internet, but taken for the soul.

Today in the store paid attention to my grandmother - for a long time chose canned food cheaper. I noticed that at plus 2 degrees she was in rubber boots... I approached, stood up next to him, helped to deal with the prices, then led through the store, threw everything in the eye into the basket)
They bought her a full basket of foods, and she said, “Oh, don’t, they don’t let me go, they know I don’t have money.” When I realized that it wasn’t a joke, that I would pay for everything and that she could take whatever she wanted, I took butter and rice. Olive oil and rice!! to
Asked why there are no products at home, to understand what else to take, it turned out that there is nothing at home at all. When I threw a pair of chocolate tiles into the basket, such childlike joy appeared in my eyes... my sister of 3 years of age has the same eyes when chocolate is allowed to eat... Grandma loves chocolate very much, only to buy it for 6 years.
She did not know what to do while they went to the box office - then refused to take foods, then said, "then tell me that you are my nephew, or we will not be missed at the box office," then thanked and was baptized. Since she was so afraid of the cash, I was very interested in finding the man who, when he did not miss her at the cash with her, then purchases: 2 canned foods and bread. of 120 rubles.
She did not leave the house for a month. I ate the conserve, it ended a few days ago.
With such brilliant eyes she said to me, "You know, son (so I called you and "son") when I left the house, I asked the Father of heaven to send me 100 rubles for food. Sometimes I find money on the road, and you bought me a lot.”
I go and I am ashamed. He took home and picked up the food.
She lives in a business class house - brick towers at the intersection of Leninsky and Udaltsov. was surprised. It turned out that the apartment there was obtained after the demolition of the fifth floor, which stood in this place. I lived with my son. Her son died six years ago and she was left alone.
And here’s what’s interesting – because there are a lot of people living in the house, they knew her son, they see that the grandmother has been living alone for a long time and is walking in the fall, that she doesn’t eat normally... He picked up the foods, went to the apartment.
On the floor of cardboard, all household appliances are ripped out in the kitchen (it is apparent that they are ripped out of the kitchen and the side of the kitchen is broken). She explained that the niece and sister of the grandmother together immediately after the death of the son took all the furniture, all the equipment and no longer appear - waiting when the grandmother will not be, to take up the apartment. You would see how she lives, what she had on the table...
I understand, approximately, why money from retirement is not enough for food - a public service in this house, a concierge (to try not to give the money) and other costs twice as much as in the fifth floor, and the grandmother has no other housing, engaging in the exchange of an apartment is terrible - the elderly will be killed, then deceived, in general, there is no chance to change the apartment. It doesn’t matter all that.
The important thing is that this unfortunate basket of products, which it is enough for a month, costs 2000 rubles. 2 thousand rubles.
In the 19th-floor two-way business-class house, people cannot co-operate and prevent a grandmother from dying of hunger.
What a grandmother! ? She worked at the Central Institute of Cosmonautics (seems to be so called), a scientific associate, a candidate of sciences. He sang once. Looking at the photos from the distant youth - what a beautiful woman was!) Such an old age...
Her sister calls her every six months to find out if she is dead or not. And every time the "parent" hears that the grandmother is still alive, she curses her and puts a phone. She has a granddaughter, a niece, who is waiting for us to leave. Comrades and relatives, wait. My grandmother will be fine. And food, and clothes, and the sanatorium will go, and you, and all will survive, I will try.
To say goodbye I heard so many kind words... I didn’t know what to do – whether to thank, whether not to delay, whether to cry. I said I would go in sometimes. Returned home, opened FB, immediately saw a friend's description of a similar situation in the store, once again convinced me that the situation was just ahtung.
A lonely old man can die of hunger in a house where all the neighbors are aware that the person is undernourished and everyone has the opportunity to extend the life of the grandmother without stress for their budget.
All of Pocher. Not even so, all of them.
Doctors will come, form somehow and there is no person. In spaceflight, a man worked, developed the filling of the apparatus on which Gagarin was sent into space. No matter anyway.
They are going to die of hunger and no one is interested.