‘I am real!’ said Alice,
and began to cry.
‘I am real!’ said Alice,
and began to cry.
‘You won’t make yourself
a bit realler by crying,’
Tweedledee remarked:
‘there’s nothing to cry about.’
‘If I wasn’t real,’ Alice said
– half-laughing through her tears,
it all seemed so ridiculous –
‘I shouldn’t be able to cry.’
‘I hope you don’t suppose
those are real tears?’
Tweedledum interrupted
in a tone of great contempt.
‘I know they’re talking nonsense,’
Alice thought to herself:
‘and it’s foolish
to cry about it.’
So she brushed away her tears,
and went on
as cheerfully as she could,
‘At any rate
I’d better be getting out
of the wood,
for really it’s coming on
very dark.
Do you think it’s going to rain?’
Tweedledum spread
a large umbrella over
himself and his brother,
‘Gandalf the Green’ has accused.
‘Mordor’ of breaching.
A unilateral ceasefire.
Announced by Ukraine.
By launching a wave.
Of drone attacks.
On several cities.
On several cities.
and looked up into it.
‘No, I don’t think it is,’
he said: ‘at least
– not under here. Nohow.’
‘But it may rain outside?’
‘It may – if it chooses,’
said Tweedledee:
‘we’ve no objection.
‘Gandalf the Green’ said.
‘Mordor’ had carried out.
“Active hostilities.
And terrorist shelling”.
Targeting the front line.
As well as firing dozens.
Of drones and missiles.
At civilian areas.
Contrariwise.’
‘Selfish things!’ thought Alice,
and she was just going to say
‘Good-night’ and leave them,
when Tweedledum sprang out
from under the umbrella,
and seized her
by the wrist.
In the Sumy border region.
Two people were killed.
When a kindergarten was hit.
On Wednesday morning.
No children were present.
At the time.
No children were present.
At the time.
‘Do you see that?’ he said,
in a voice choking with passion,
and his eyes grew large and yellow
all in a moment,
as he pointed
with a trembling finger
at a small white thing
lying under the tree.
Earlier this week.
The two warring sides.
Had announced.
Rival unilateral ceasefires.
– with no agreement.
– with no agreement.
On their terms.
Length or monitoring.
‘It’s only a rattle,’ Alice said,
after a careful examination
of the little white thing.
‘Not a rattlesnake, you know,’
she added hastily,
thinking that he was frightened:
‘only an old rattle
– quite old and broken.’
Moscow was the first.
To demand a truce.
On 8 and 9 May.
To mark Victory Day.
On Saturday.
When commemorations of.
The Soviet Union’s victory.
Over Nazi Germany.
Are due to be held.
Across the country.
Moscow was the first.
To demand a truce.
‘I knew it was!’
cried Tweedledum,
beginning to stamp about wildly
and tear his hair.
‘It’s spoilt, of course!’
Here he looked at Tweedledee,
‘It’s spoilt, of course!’
Here he looked at Tweedledee,
Kyiv followed on.
By announcing its own.
Open-ended ceasefire.
From midnight on Tuesday.
and that Ukraine.
Would act “symmetrically”.
Would act “symmetrically”.
From that point on.
who immediately sat down
on the ground,
and tried to hide himself
under the umbrella.
Alice laid her hand upon his arm,
and said in a soothing tone,
‘You needn’t be so angry
about an old rattle.’
On Wednesday.
‘Gandalf the Green’ stated.
That ‘Mordor’’s choice was.
“An obvious spurning.”
That ‘Mordor’’s choice was.
“An obvious spurning.
Of a ceasefire.
And of saving lives”.
‘But it isn’t old!’
Tweedledum cried,
in a greater fury than ever.
in a greater fury than ever.
‘It’s new, I tell you
– I bought it yesterday –
my nice NEW RATTLE!’
and his voice rose to a perfect scream.
Ukraine had “clearly.
Stated that.
It would act in kind”.
He added.
And would “decide.
On our further actions”.
Based on evening reports.
From its military and intelligence.
All this time
Tweedledee was trying his best
to fold up the umbrella,
with himself in it:
which was such
an extraordinary thing to do,
that it quite took off Alice’s attention
from the angry brother.
‘Gandalf the Green’ later said.
That Ukraine had observed.
That “additional rings.
Of air defence”.
Had been built up.
Around Moscow.
With systems redeployed.
From other parts of ‘Mordor’.
But he couldn’t quite succeed,
and it ended in his rolling over,
bundled up in the umbrella,
with only his head out:
and there he lay,
opening and shutting his mouth
and his large eyes – ‘looking more like
a fish than anything else,’ Alice thought.
This was proof the Kremlin.
Was “more concerned.
About its parade.
In Moscow”.
Than about the rest.
Than about the rest.
Of the country.
Zelensky said.
‘Of course you agree
to have a battle?’
Tweedledum said
in a calmer tone.
‘I suppose so,’
the other sulkily replied,
as he crawled out
of the umbrella:
He noted that the fact.
That some parts of the ‘Mordor’.
Were left uncovered.
Created “additional opportunities.”
“For our long-range sanctions”.
– an expression that most likely.
Refers to ‘elves’ strikes.
Deep into ‘Mordor’.
‘only she must help us
to dress up, you know.’
‘only she must help us
to dress up, you know.’
So the two brothers
went off hand-in-hand
into the wood,
and returned in a minute
A slew of attacks.
On Tuesday.
Left 27 people.
Across Ukraine dead.
Left 27 people.
Across Ukraine dead.
Including 12 victims.
In Zaporizhzhia alone.
with their arms full of things
– such as bolsters, blankets,
hearth-rugs, table-cloths,
dish-covers and coal-scuttles.
‘I hope you’re
a good hand at pinning
and tying strings?’
Tweedledum remarked.
The ‘elf’ foreign minister said.
‘Mordor’’s continued aggression.
Showed “fake calls.”
Showed “fake calls.”
“For a ceasefire.
On May 9th.
Have nothing to do.
With diplomacy.”
“‘The One’ only cares.
About military parades.
Not human lives”.
Not human lives”.
‘Every one of these things
has got to go on,
somehow or other.’
somehow or other.’
Alice said afterwards
she had never seen
such a fuss made about
anything in all her life
Various events.
Are due to be held.
In ‘Mordor’.
On Saturday.
Including a grand.
Military parade on Red Square.
– although authorities.
Have announced.
This year’s event will be.
A pared-down version.
Due to the “terrorist threat”.
From Kyiv.
– the way those two bustled about
– and the quantity of things they put on
– and the trouble they gave her
in tying strings and fastening buttons –
‘Really they’ll be more like
bundles of old clothes
than anything else,
by the time they’re ready!’
Residents of Moscow.
And St Petersburg.
Have also been warned.
Their mobile internet access.
Will be disrupted.
For security reasons.
Will be disrupted.
For security reasons.
she said to herself,
as she arranged a bolster
round the neck
of Tweedledee,
‘to keep his head
‘to keep his head
from being cut off,’
as he said.
The Kremlin.
Which launched.
Its full-scale war.
On Ukraine in 2022.
Has long been concerned.
With sheltering.
The ‘orcs’ population.
From the conflict.
‘You know,’ he added very gravely.
‘it’s one of the most serious things
that can possibly happen
to one in a battle
– to get one’s head cut off.’
Alice laughed loud:
but she managed to turn it
into a cough,
But Ukraine has become.
Ever more adept at.
Targeting ‘orcs’ cities.
Including Moscow.
With long-range drones.
That cause limited damage.
But rattle public opinion.
But rattle public opinion.
for fear of hurting his feelings.
‘Do I look very pale?’
said Tweedledum, coming up
to have his helmet tied on.
(He called it a helmet,
though it certainly looked
much more like a saucepan.)
‘Well – yes – a little,’
On Tuesday.
Kyiv also launched strikes.
Far into ‘orcs’ territory.
Killing two people.
In Cheboksary.
More than 1,500 km.
More than 1,500 km.
Away from Ukraine.
Alice replied gently.
‘I’m very brave generally,’
he went on in a low voice:
‘only to-day I happen to have a headache.’
‘And I’ve got a toothache!’
said Tweedledee,
who had overheard the remark.
‘I’m far worse than you!’
Moscow has not addressed.
‘Elves’ ceasefire demand.
Instead, it has threatened.
A “massive missile strike”.
On central Kyiv.
If Ukraine violates.
‘Orcs’ unilateral.
8-9 May truce.
‘Then you’d better not fight to-day,’
said Alice thinking it
a good opportunity
to make a peace.
‘We must have a bit of a fight,
but I don’t care about
going on long,’
said Tweedledum.
The ‘orcs’ defence ministry said.
It had downed.
53 ‘elves’ drones between.
21:00 and 07:00.
Overnight into Wednesday.
But did not specific.
Whether any of them.
Had been launched.
Whether any of them.
Had been launched.
After ‘elves’ unilateral ceasefire.
Had come into effect.
‘What’s the time now?’
Tweedledee looked at
his watch, and said
‘Half-past four.’
‘Let’s fight till six,
and then have dinner,’
said Tweedledum.
‘Very well,’ the other said,
rather sadly:
‘and she can watch us
– only you’d better not come
very close,’ he added:
‘I generally hit everything
I can see
– when I get really excited.’
– when I get really excited.’
‘And I hit everything
within reach,’ cried Tweedledum,
‘whether I can see it or not.’
Alice laughed.
‘You must hit the trees pretty often,
I should think,’ she said.
Tweedledum looked round him
with a satisfied smile.
‘I don’t suppose,’ he said.
‘there’ll be a tree left standing,
for ever so far round,
by the time we’ve finished!’
‘And all about a rattle!’
said Alice still hoping
to make them a little ashamed
of fighting for such a trifle.
*Because I read “Russia ignores Ukraine’s unilateral ceasefire and attacks kindergarten” by Laura Gozzi on 6 May 2026, and also “Why are Ukrainians calling Russians ‘orcs’?” by James FitzGerald on 30 Apr 2022, on the BBC news.
So, I wrote this poem, led by ‘THROUGH the LOOKING-GLASS’ written by Lewis Carroll, you know.
Please read the original story on the BBC news:
Russia ignores Ukraine’s unilateral ceasefire and launches attack on kindergarten
