Nowodolinka is a tired place, in the middle of the Kazakh steppe. The dreariness of the area is reflected in the everyday life of the local orphanage, and the future prospects of the children are bleak. But the home offers a warm bed and none has to go hungry. But the little inhabitants work hard for that. The institution stands and falls with the children and in particular God, say the supervisors and pray.
* further stories / essays