Giving children something special

As I already wrote about the orphanage №7 Minsk. We (the members of the club of fans of Volvo) help him on a permanent basis.
Besides everyday (routine) "duties" - delivery of things, bureaucracy, updated furniture, etc., we every year, the New Year, we give the children something special.

Will be 19 photos.





Last year, it was a matinee. Matinee was organized by all the rules - with professional artists, clowns, gifts, contests and Santa Claus.
Kids remember it for a long time. Some, particularly active participants already began to learn - are hugging, kissing.
I recall that this orphanage of children with developmental disabilities. Children are very special. Some just heavy. The children are afraid of strangers, very wary of anything new, they are afraid of stairs, unknown objects, the noise.

We are trying to earn their trust.

And on December 15, we had it the next holiday.
Prior to that, during a private conversation with the director of the orphanage, he (did not ask) announced that it would be great to bring their children to the circus
In his words: "I am ashamed to have anything you ask only that you do not promise anything, but to do everything. Thank you for what you have with us ».

Collecting has been appointed for an hour, to 13.45 in advance from the orphanage to the side of the circus.
But participants, ignoring the time began to shrink in advance.



Attended by people from different backgrounds, with different incomes. Unites us in one day is one important thing.



Each number plates were given to the children and teachers could find my car. We took them out of the circus back to DD, after the presentation.
But such "decorations" or something like that hanging on many cars.



We were accompanied by 2 cars DPS. They organized a green wave and we went under the emergency lights without stopping. The column stretched for two kilometers. A total of 59 cars, not counting the escorts.



Georgia started. It took a little more time, but to the "green wave" we had.



Some children with the teachers sitting in the lobby - go outside parts.



My machine came into the frame.



They came together, went slowly. Everywhere was burning only green, traffic police did not tire her quack spetssignalami.



Passers-by waved, to point the finger, drivers pibikali.



Another.



We arrived. Since in Minsk the issue of parking in the center is very serious, we have allocated a place opposite the House of officers close to it (yes yes HIS HIS) residence. Nobody was against even the riot police, who walked around.
By the way, the action took place in a declarative character. Ie just write on the soap in the Minsk city executive committee, we got together and we will go. They said, "O-kai" and all. No authorization.
We got up.



Past activists went even grandmothers, who asked "for what we stand." And not only my grandmother.
People are trying to see life from a negative. Or to that someone constantly teaches.
Children quickly discharged.



And slowly but vigorously go to the circus, accompanied by teachers.



By the way, the teachers were alumni of the DD, who were able to find a job and get settled in life and do not forget your home. Not all, of course, but there were many.



At the orphanage our wives and girlfriends met the children helped them to undress and do not scatter.



To facilitate the identification of the girls pulled on the club shirts. Even the boy got one.
The children scattered through the lobby of the circus in the second. Keep track alone tutors was very difficult.

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After the presentation, we took the children back, gave each of Christmas gifts.
The children slept in the car - got tired of the day poorly.

It was about eight in the evening. They still had a light dinner. But I think that the dinner they did not take place, and the candy wrappers flying around DD.
Our girls could not hold back tears.

A small video travel, as there is no night pictures. That's all.





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