Hundreds of so-called homeless people, people who live on the street, huddle in the lanes near the Paveletsky railway station day and night. With one of them, Nikolai Baluev, we got into a conversation. At first, he didn’t want to answer questions or take pictures. But, having received 200 rubles of "fee", he perked up and told such a sad story about himself.
Kolya is 30 years old. A year and a half ago, he lived in Yelets and was quite happy. He worked hard at a local mechanical plant as a turner, had a wife and son. And suddenly there was a layoff at the plant, and Kolya was on the street. I could not find a job in Yelets, so I went to work in Moscow. Here he got a job at the Grand construction company, got a good salary, sent money to his family. But one day he managed to get into a sobering-up station. Absence from work, a scandal, and the guy was again on the street. He never got out of this peak. Began to beg, drink "mumbling". Lived on the street. I got frostbite on my feet last winter. The ambulance took him to the hospital. There, his toes were amputated. After the cure, the priest of the local church, who nursed the patients of the hospital, took Kolya to a shelter for the homeless with disabilities. There he was bought a ticket to Yelets and sent home.
- But who needs an unemployed disabled person? Kolya recalls bitterly. - My wife barely makes ends meet. She tormented me for a week and kicked me out. I went back to the orphanage. But they didn't accept me there. They said, they say, if there was a Moscow residence permit, then no problem. Was on the street again.
Colin's house today - tram station near Paveletsky railway station. Here he sleeps. Here he sits during the day, waiting for handouts from compassionate passers-by.
“It used to be good,” Kolya recalls. — The bench at the bus stop was wooden, warm. They recently changed it to a metal one, and even with holes, apparently so that people like me do not stay too long. Now it's quite cold at night. Looks like I won't survive the winter. Well, good. I heard that when they freeze, they experience pleasant sensations. Haven't felt good in a long time...
Baba Lyuba lives under a fence next to Kolya. She built herself a pedestal out of paper garbage, on which she sleeps at night, and during the day she just sits, reading old newspapers, which she pulls out of the collected garbage. She did not agree to talk for any money. Janitor Valya said:
— Baba Lyuba has been living here since May. Where she came from and who is unknown. One day the police took her to a shelter. But soon Baba Lyuba returned and again settled on a pile of paper garbage. Here she has a bedroom, and a dining room, and a toilet. We have many of these here. Sorry people. What to do with them?
According to unofficial data, today there are more than 4 million homeless people in Russia, of which 100,000 are trying to survive in the capital. State authorities do not keep such statistics, but for some reason they consider these figures to be greatly inflated. Head of the Department of Social Assistance to Homeless Citizens of the Department social protection Moscow City Andrey Pentyukhov says:
- It is necessary to separate people without a fixed place of residence, who for one reason or another have lost their homes, and ordinary vagrants. Homeless people who previously lived in Moscow can count on support. We will help restore documents, temporarily accommodate in a hotel, provide medical assistance, apply for disability and pension, find employment, including with the provision of housing. For those who wander, but at the same time have housing somewhere in the provinces, we can only buy a railway ticket home.
For people who find themselves in a difficult life situation, there are now 8 social hotels in the capital. About a thousand people can accommodate there. Yes, and there are shelters, mainly in remote sleeping areas - Kosino-Ukhtomsky, Lyublino ... Anyone will be left there for one night: they will feed and warm. But only after providing a certificate of sanitary treatment and medical examination. Doctors receive homeless people in Moscow at the first-aid post on Nizhny Susalny Lane, building 4, at polyclinic No. 7. There is also a sanitary checkpoint nearby (and there are 5 of them in Moscow in total).
To stay longer in a rooming house, you need an extract from the house book, confirming that the person once lived in the capital. Visiting homeless people will not be kept for a long time.
With food for the homeless and vagrants in the capital, it is a little easier. To eat for free, you do not need any certificates and documents. You can get a hot lunch on the basis of the same sanitary passes and in 16 churches in the capital. Somewhere they feed every day, somewhere twice a week.
If you get somewhere out of hand, you can spend the night in a special bus. In the cold season, every night the car of the Orthodox charity organization "Mercy" collects homeless people from the Garden Ring and the area of three railway stations. Tramps on the bus are given food, medical care, clean clothes, and overnight in the cabin.
“One ambulance doctor, having breathed our bus spirit, fell down the next morning with catarrh of the upper respiratory tract,” says the head of the bus service, deacon Oleg Vyshinsky, “and people who work in this service are far from pampered. About 30 people can fit in our bus, and you can call a whole team of doctors for each.
More than half of the homeless who seek help from Mercy are not legally homeless. They have housing and registration, but they do not live there. Someone was kicked out of the house by relatives, someone lost their job and waved to Moscow. More than half of the homeless in Moscow are visitors from different regions of Russia.
“We don’t particularly touch them,” says police sergeant Anatoly Lobanov. - They do not violate the law, what to take from them? The article for vagrancy and begging has long been cancelled. I can only wake up a bum sleeping somewhere on a bench so that he leaves and does not embarrass people with his appearance. And in severe frosts, we are ordered to call an ambulance for freezing homeless people.
Moscow social services cannot help "homeless-limiters" in any way. Just feed, give clean clothes and new shoes and send home. Local services should already adapt it to life in society. But there are simply no such people in small Russian towns, just as there are no jobs and no social housing. And the tramps are returning back to Moscow.
Help "SP"
There are only 8 shelters for the homeless in Moscow. But, according to the charitable foundation "Tender Beast", there are more than a dozen shelters for stray dogs in the capital. Moscow authorities promise to build 15 new shelters for homeless animals in the capital by next spring. Shelters will appear in all districts, except for the Central. At the same time, three shelters will be built in the northeast. The largest will be located in the southeastern district. It will be able to accept up to 4,500 homeless animals at the same time. All this is good, but people should also be worried.
Shelter addresses:
Social hotel "Marfino" (Gostinichny proezd, 8a, nearest metro station "Vladykino", tel. 482−33−59).
Social hotel "Vostryakovo" (St. Matrosova, 4, travel from the Kyiv railway station, tel. 439-16-96).
Center for Social Adaptation "Lublino" (ul. Ilovayskaya, 2, passage from the Tekstilshchiki platform, tel. 357−10−65).
Social hotel YuZAO (Novoyasenevsky pr-t, 1, building 3, the nearest metro station "Teply Stan", tel. 427-95-70)
Night stay house of SZAO (3rd Silikatny proezd, 4, building 1, nearest metro station Polezhaevskaya, tel. 191−75−90).
Night stay house "Kosino-Ukhtomsky" (Mikhelson street, 6, passage from the Vykhino platform, tel. 700-52-35).
State institution for foreign citizens with children "Kanatchikovo" (Kanatchikovsky proezd, 7, the nearest metro station "Leninsky Prospekt", tel. 952-38-40).
Center for Social Adaptation "Filimonki" for the disabled, the elderly and people with minor children (Moscow region, Leninsky district, Filimonki village, tel. 777-70-00, ext. 5732).
Where to get sanitized?
Nizhny Susalny Lane, 4
Izhorskaya st., 21
Yaroslavl highway, 9
Gilyarovskogo, 65, building 3
Kuryanovsky Boulevard, 2/24
Like winter - this is how conversations begin: to feed or not the homeless on the street. But we’d better tell you about how and from what dinners are prepared for them, and how tea is brewed for them.
... By one o'clock in the afternoon I arrived at Derbenevskaya Street: here the Christian cultural center "Vstrecha" gave shelter to our volunteer group to help the homeless people of the "Danilovtsy" movement. In a sense, he allocated his own kitchen for our needs, where the coordinator of the group Dima Ivanin and his volunteers cook a hot dinner every Saturday for our homeless wards from the Paveletsky railway station.
Today, Yura is the chef: this is one of the group's traditions, every time someone becomes the chef. He thinks through what products to buy in advance, and commands the process. Chicken soup on the menu today vegetable salad and hot tea. Volunteers brought in bags of groceries, the process began: a giant (32 liter) pot of water is on the stove, volunteers are peeling onions, carrots and potatoes, cutting cucumbers, tomatoes, Chinese cabbage and red bell peppers for salad. There is a general conversation - who is doing, who went to what movie or what they read recently. Dima turns on the audio lecture "A meeting that can change a life." It is read by the Italian Alessandro Salacone, a representative of the world famous Roman Community of St. Egidius in Moscow. He speaks amazingly well in Russian, his thoughts are simple and unexpected, they make you look at familiar things differently.
There are 10 volunteers, they change in the process - someone leaves, they are replaced by others. Half past five, soon to leave: a pack of black tea is poured into a giant old teapot, seasonings, salt and herbs are added to the soup. Smells fragrant, like home. Lettuce is packaged in plastic containers, and bread, cookies and sweets are placed in small bags. All this is loaded into bags. Yura and Ibragim pour the soup into three large plastic blue buckets with lids. And now the provisions are demolished in the dressing room, we are in outerwear and ready to move. Volunteer Sasha came to help in his personal car. I often meet him in our various volunteer groups - in the orphanage, a boarding school for mentally retarded children, and in charity repairs, and at Christmas and Easter dinners, and he helps to bring something from the Danilovites office.
The point where our volunteers meet with homeless people is located near the exit from the Paveletskaya metro station on Novokuznetskaya opposite the station. Saturday evening, snowflakes are spinning in the warm light of street lamps. Warm, wet snow, ice porridge on the road. Near the point stands one of the wards - large, middle-aged, with a bushy beard. “That's you, right? Now I’ll tell ours, they are waiting in the passage.” The men come in twos, threes. One, slightly tipsy, starts a dialogue with Ibrahim with pleasure.
Ibrahim lives not far from here. One day he was walking home, saw us, but did not come up. Then I searched on the Internet who helps the homeless near Paveletsky. Then he went to meet in person. So I got into the group, but it helps not only here.
Homeless Vitalik complains that for the fourth day he has been walking with wet feet, there is nowhere to dry. I remember the "House of Friends on the Street", which opened recently. I write their address and phone number, but the snow quickly wets the notebook sheet, blurs the letters. Someone is calling Vitalik on his cell. This is not a smartphone, its buttons glow with bright ultramarine. He busily explains something to an invisible interlocutor, says goodbye to him, and then says that he fought in the Donbass, that he came here to work, but something went wrong ... And it’s good that at least we come. There are big tears in his eyes.
People come and go, surround the folding plastic table. Coordinator Dima Ivanin calls everyone to order, explains the rules. He distributes numbers first to women ("ladies", as Dima calls them), then to men. Women are three times less than men. There is a young brunette here, obviously drinking. She is nervous, she wants to hurry, hurry. There is a chubby woman in a headscarf, she will take a double portion - later a girl of nine years old came to her. There are middle-aged women, there are older and very old women. All dressed neatly, many clean. Seeing them on the street, you would not have thought that they were homeless or in dire need ... Coming here, most of all I was afraid of a bad smell. But this specific smell - of an unwashed body, sewage, sweat, illness, the smell of trouble - is almost not felt, despite the fact that our wards are just a step away from us.
Men are different - many are middle-aged, there are also a couple of young ones. Shaggy, bearded. Some of the men are badly beaten by life on the street - their features are rough, swollen from drinking, rough hands with half-bent fingers, with dark nails, they smell of alcohol. But there are faces and bright and clear eyes. They file past us on the other side of the table. And from this side - a conveyor of volunteers: the first one pours soup into a large plastic glass, Yulia gives a salad, Ibrahim - a fork, I put a bag of bread and sweets on top. The ward takes the soup in a glass in one hand, and I put the salad with bread in his bag or bag. It is rare that someone does not have a bag or bag. What are the important needs in those shabby bags? They, like us humans, live in the same world as us. But how different is their life! And what would I put in the bag if I had to live at the station in the winter?
I spent one and a half to two hours outside. Pantyhose, socks and boots with fur did not save me from the cold. Gloves and a hat were completely soaked, a down jacket was wet on top. I went into the warm light subway and quickly warmed up. I got home, hung up my clothes to dry, drank hot tea, ate delicious food. I'm sitting at the computer, writing. Then I'll lie down in the bathroom, then - in a warm bed. And I am ashamed that, unlike our wards from the Paveletsky railway station, I am happily spared from unknown trials of cold, hunger, lack of sleep, illness, humiliation, and, God knows, what else ...
Perhaps, I console myself, not all of them are homeless, but simply extremely poor. Perhaps someone has a bed, and a bath, and the opportunity to dry clothes. But the other part is absolutely deprived of this! Deprived of what many of us take for granted. But is there so much personal merit in this comfortable position of ours? And is it so little in this series of good accidents? Vitaly told me: “You see, I would just like to lie down and sleep normally. Just sleep, you know?" And there were big tears in his eyes again. I nodded. Well, what was I to say to him? That I can’t even imagine even the slightest part of the trials that fell to his lot?
Someone thanked us. Few, yes, but warmly and sincerely. Someone simply nodded, while others silently took and gave way to the next. And some remained dissatisfied - but give me more bread, but not that white one, but here without candy, why, no, I don’t need this ... It seems that the attitude to the world does not depend on social status in any way.
After the meal, the distribution of soap, shampoo, disposable razors, warm clothes and socks began. With each new approach to our table, discipline became more and more loose, and at the distribution of socks and things, chaos defeated the order established by Dima. Homeless people were already not only on the other side of the table, but also on this side, trying to somehow bypass their comrades to talk to other volunteers and get what they needed without a queue.
The volunteers got cold, behind us is a pile of empty buckets and bags, everything is covered with wet snow, in front of us is an empty plastic table. Wards disperse, one by one and companies. Volunteers are gathering too. It's half past eight, but it's not the end of a long day yet: I have to go back and wash the dishes.
We will help homeless people all winter. With your 100 rubles we can buy 3-4 kg of potatoes and carrots, fresh bread. Donate just 100 rubles to us and we will buy them socks and help them survive another day.
Yulia Gusakova, volunteer, coordinator of the educational project "
My education is secondary technical, I graduated from vocational school. All his life he worked as a builder, until the collapse Soviet Union- in the same office. Then all the enterprises collapsed, and I began to look for work on my own. I traveled to different cities to work, all the time I disappeared somewhere.
Then health began to deteriorate. From heavy physical labor the joints just fall apart. It became unbearable to work. From time to time he messed around somewhere else, tried to deal with the forest, but it didn’t work out. There was just no strength. And they don’t take anywhere a disabled person of my age.
In Moscow, I lived in an apartment with my wife and children. But since I was constantly leaving for other cities, contact with them was lost. We didn't fight, we just stopped talking. Wife doesn't seem to care about me. They say a woman cannot live without a husband - maybe she already has another man. I don't care. And the kids don't know that I'm homeless. I periodically call them and tell them that I went to another city to work. I'm lying, that is.
The decision to go outside came by itself. I decided not to interfere with the children anymore and go outside. I felt that my family didn't need it. And they, probably, did not notice my disappearance and do not realize that I live on the street. I immediately decided that I would never return home again. And for three years, he never spent the night in his apartment. There are no friends left either. Someone died, something happened to others too. I couldn't go to anyone. If there were friends, they would help.
The first thing I did on the street was to think about where to spend the night and get food. He began to beg for alms, learned to earn extra money. It turned out that you can earn extra money almost always and everywhere. For example, if you sweep next to the tent, you will get a pretty penny from the seller. Or help someone with chores. I'm lame, it's hard to work with my legs, but what can I do?
I sleep in social center"Lublino". According to the law, you can stay there only three nights in a row, but in winter they let you in every night. You sleep there until the morning, and then wherever you want, go there. You have to be outside all day. But somehow we manage. Now I’m wearing a real sheepskin coat, they gave it to me. In principle, there are no problems with things - they give a lot. Today they gave me warm trousers - tomorrow I will put them on. The only problem is that there is nowhere to store things. In the summer you undress and throw away the old things.
In winter it is still cold in any clothes. We go down to warm up in the subway. I sat down on the roundabout - and you go to yourself. No one is driving us out of there. But you can only go there until midnight. We don’t go into the entrances - there are people there, but they don’t like us. You can linger in the entrances only if you behave exemplarily.
We eat what we have to, almost always dry food. Even if social assistance provides some food, it is cold. You get to eat hot food only if the church feeds you or you earn money for it yourself. In stores, by the way, they are allowed without problems. Why don't they let us in?
The problem is what to store things are nowhere. Undressing in the summer
and old things throw away. in winter
it's still cold
in any clothes
Because of this diet, the stomach hurts constantly. I don’t know what I have there - pancreatitis, cystitis or gastritis. Maybe an ulcer. In the social center they give us pills, but they don't always help. We relieve the need in the "blue booths" or in the toilets at the stations. Not for free, of course, but for money. But if it catches on, we can sit down on the street. But, of course, in some not too crowded place. We understand everything, and we are shy.
Because of my stomach, I don't drink alcohol at all. But if I felt normal, I would definitely drink. How about drinking in the cold? You try to walk down the street in minus 10 all day, you will also want to. That's why all the homeless drink. Maybe alcohol warms for a short time, but how else to warm up? Moreover, if someone starts drinking, they rarely stop until they fall asleep right on the street.
With hygiene special problems No. You can wash yourself at the Kursk railway station, on the Severyanin platform. There is roasting, steaming, you can walk at least every day for free. I go here often. Do not look that I am unshaven - I let it go for style. Shaving machines are also provided. And you can get a haircut at the Paveletsky railway station. Hairdressers are trained there, and they train on our heads.
I usually spend time in the company of two or three homeless people like me. It is always more fun and easier to get food in a team. Is there love among the homeless? I guess it's yes. But it is better to ask the young - we are already old, where should we go? And young people under alcohol all fall in love with each other. But in general, there are not very many young people among the homeless. Mostly only visitors who are looking for a job and a happy life. If they don't find it, they join us. I do not understand them. They can achieve everything, but they do not want to. They want to drink and have fun. Why are they going this route?
I have a desire to return to normal life, but there is no way. I cannot return to my family. There are such sayings: "You can't glue a broken cup" and "They don't dance back." I'm not interested anymore. You will live with mine - you will understand why interest disappears. Life is like this - what we have, what you have, young people.
Woman
I'm homeless for the second time. Alcohol is to blame for everything. The first time I started drinking was when I buried my third husband. I felt sorry for myself, I could not understand why I was so unlucky. Gradually she got in touch with the vagrants and herself went out into the street, but quickly returned home. My house is in Oryol region. But then my mother died. And then my father reproached me for eating his bread. I freaked out and told him: “I’ll leave and find myself a piece of bread.”
I went to Livny, this is also in the Oryol region. I lived there in an apartment, everything is fine, although there is no gas or electricity in it. Somehow connected. Contacted again with drunks. And then I got tired of it. Among the vagabonds, I met one Skalozub - he had such a nickname, he just got out of jail for murder. He invited me to go to Moscow. And I agreed, because, frankly, I got drunk. We arrived in the capital, and then Skalozub immediately abandoned me. But I had many friends here. All are vagabonds, but good people. They say: "Whoever offends you - tell me, no one here dares to touch us with a finger."
For some time I was homeless in Moscow and drank, and then I got a job in the center for the rehabilitation of alcoholics and drug addicts in Alabino to work in the kitchen. I did well, especially pancakes and pancakes were successful. The boss always consulted with me what to buy. But some holidays came - and I went to Moscow for the weekend. I met friends here, comrades, money in my pocket - and away we go. I called Alabino and said that I was going home. What is "home"? This street is my home. I'm a fool myself. If it wasn’t for the booze, I would still be living there.
How long has it been since I left Alabino? I do not remember. I don't remember at all. But I have almost stopped drinking. Of course, when it's cold, I drink. And when I don't want to, I don't drink. I recently stood at the Paveletskaya roundabout. I see two men directly shaking. I say: "What do you guys want to hangover?" - “What, do you have money?” - "While there is." I got them a bottle. They offered to join. I say: "Get off! Drink, hangover." I understood their condition. She went through this school. How many people died from such a hangover.
The money I had was from the collected alms. Women are usually served more than men. Here on it (points to the first interlocutor of The Village) it is not clear that he is limping. Therefore, everyone thinks that, man, he could find a job for himself. And women are treated more leniently. Therefore, it is easier for us to earn money.
But in general, there is no help from anyone, only questions. Well, if at least for the night somewhere they will accept. But then still walk around the city. The food is brought cold. When there is no penny, you can sit for several days without hot food. Buy a pie, will you?
I sleep where I need to. Here you will agree, then there. Today I spent the night at Domodedovo airport. I paid 17 rubles 50 kopecks at the cash desk - and they let me into the waiting room. Completely sober, calm, cleanly dressed, I slept there until morning. In the morning I went to the toilet, washed my face and went back to the city. I wanted to buy tea at the airport, but it costs 40 rubles there. Who is this for anyway?
I got a scratch on my nose this afternoon. I also barely walk, twisted my leg and rubbed myself against the fence. No, fights between homeless people rarely happen. Only if drunk and between the young. What do we old people have to share?
I would give anything just to go home. I swear, I will eat the earth - if only to leave this damned Moscow. This is some kind of utopia. Whoever gets here will not see good. How many times have I been robbed here. 10 thousand was stolen once, can you imagine? Well, at least I left my passport in Orel.
I have a believing brother, sister, two daughters, a son, and three grandchildren there. Father may still be alive. Maybe the son is already married. I have been here for almost five years, everything could change there. But I don't know anything about my family. If my relatives knew that I was here, broken, they would have taken me away. Maybe they're looking for me, but they can't find me. I am here and there. But I can’t leave on my own, I don’t have money. And then there's the booze. That's what's bugging me. If only I could find a job somewhere in a monastery. I swear I would stop drinking. I would no longer be drawn to the street. All I want to do is bow to God. Or the old woman would have taken some to look after her. Only there is no passport and no Moscow residence permit. But I can't do it anymore. Or I'll die here, or something.
Illustration: Masha Shishova
In winter, homeless citizens are in particular need of medical care, sanitation and warm clothes. Social services of the city are strengthening their work on the streets of the city. On the territory of Moscow, the Mobile Service for Homeless Citizens "Social Patrol" operates around the clock, created on the basis of the Center for Social Adaptation. E. Glinka.
If you see a homeless citizen in need of help, call the 24-hour hotline of the Social Patrol Mobile Service at: 8-495-720-15-08, 8-499-357-01-80 (around the clock).
Social assistance institutions for homeless citizens:
State public institution of the city of Moscow "Center for social adaptation for persons without a fixed place of residence and employment. E.P. Glinka"
Address: Moscow, st. Ilovayskaya, d. 2 (South-Eastern Administrative Okrug), st. m. "Bratislavskaya", "Maryino", platform "Pererva".
Opening hours: around the clock.
Reception department:
Department of Medical Assistance
Address: Moscow, Nizhny Susalny lane, 4a (TsAO), st. m. "Kurskaya".
Opening hours: 9:00 - 16:45 (except Sundays and public holidays).
Territorial offices of the GKU TsSA them. E.P. Glinka
Branch "Marfino"
Address: 127106, Moscow, Gostinichny pr-d, 8, building 2 (SVAO), st. m. "Vladykino".
Opening hours: around the clock.
Branch "Kosino-Ukhtomskoye"
Address: Moscow, st. Michelson, d. 6 (VAO), art. m. "Vykhino", station of the electric train "Kosino".
Opening hours: around the clock.
Branch "Yasenevo"
Address: Moscow, Novoyasenevsky pr-t, 1, building 3 (South-Western Administrative District), st. m. "Teply Stan".
Opening hours: around the clock.
Department "Pokrovskoe-Streshnevo"(reception and distribution of charitable aid)
Address: Moscow, st. Meshcheryakova, 4, bldg. 2 (SZAO), art. m. "Skhodnenskaya".
Opening hours: 09.00 - 18.00.
Branch "Vostryakovo"
Address: Moscow, st. Matrosova, d. 4 (CJSC), art. m. "Yugo-Zapadnaya", station of the electric train "Skolkovo".
Opening hours: around the clock.
Department "Dmitrovskoye"
Address: Moscow, st. Izhorskaya, 21, building 3 (SAO), st. m. "Petrovsko-Razumovskaya".
Opening hours: around the clock.
"Center for Social Adaptation for Homeless Citizens at the State Budgetary Institution of the City of Moscow" Psychoneurological Boarding School No. 5 "
Address: Moscow, Filimonkovskoye settlement, pos. Filimonki, st. m. "Salaryevo".
Opening hours: around the clock.
Mobile heating points
In the cold season, mobile heating points (buses - storage tanks) are on duty daily in the territories adjacent to Moscow railway stations.
Opening hours: from 11.00 to 18.00 and from 21.00 to 6.00.
Parking lots of Mobile Heating Points in daytime and night time:
- Behind the Yaroslavl railway station near the Point for the provision of urgent social assistance.
- Kursky railway station - inside the tram circle near the tram stop not far from the exit from the Chkalovskaya metro station.
- Paveletsky railway station - st. Dubininskaya, 2.
- Kyiv railway station - Berezhkovskaya embankment, 14.
- Belorussky railway station - Gruzinsky Val, 11.
- Point of emergency social assistance - st. Krasnoprudnaya, possession 3/5. Provision of urgent social services in the form of heating and consultations by the specialists of the center.
Reception hours are from 9 a.m. to 12 p.m.
Tuesday - legal adviser;
Wednesday - employment specialist;
Thursday - psychologist.
Attention! Parking places of mobile heating points may change.
