Yurii Ivanovych Vinohradov, born in 1955, homeless.
He comes from the town of Nova Kakhovka, Kherson region, then moved to the town of Makoshyn, Chernihiv region. After school, he graduated from the agricultural college, then he was in the army.
After that he graduated from Mariupol navigation college as the boiler operator. He worked and lived like everyone else.
In 1986, he became sick with severe rheumatism. He was fired for health reasons. Because of the constant pain he began to drink, then took up with the wrong guys. They robbed a savings bank, took three thousand roubles, got caught in three days and imprisoned for six years…
While in jail, he had been in correspondence with a woman, who began visiting him and soon, just there in a prison camp, they registered their marriage.
After his discharge, he tried to regain his place in the society, but nothing came of it – he ended up being in prison again. During his second jail term his wife filed for divorce.
Around the same time, his mother and then then the brother both died. Their house was plundered, it fell to decay.
He had a stroke while in the prison camp and he was let out early (due to health reasons) so that he would not die there and the administration would not have any trouble.
One of his arms does not move, he walks and speaks with difficulty, cannot smile.
They brought him to one of Kyiv hospitals, from where he was also thrown out on the street at the earliest opportunity.
He was sitting on the bench, wondering where he could get the rope to hang himself. His bedfellow looked out of the window, saw that Yurii was not going anywhere and phoned Kyiv House of Mercy. Now he lives there, recovering…
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