“Just the place for a Snark!” the Bellman cried,
As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting each man on the top of the tide
By a finger entwined in his hair.
“Just the place for a Snark! I have said it twice:
That alone should encourage the crew.
Just the place for a Snark! I have said it thrice:
What I tell you three times is true.”
A video released by.
The ‘elves’ National Police.
On 4 August shows.
An ‘orcs’ FPV drone.
Flying around.
A vegetable vendor.
At a market.
In Kherson.
A vegetable vendor.
At a market.
In Kherson.
For an extended period.
“Come, listen, my men, while I tell you again
The five unmistakable marks
By which you may know, wheresoever you go,
The warranted genuine Snarks.
The man tries to run away.
Or hide behind a white van.
But the drone attacks him.
And explodes.
– the man was injured.
But survived.
– the man was injured.
But survived.
The ‘elves’ authorities.
Have described this.
‘Hunt’ by the ‘orcs’ military.
As a ‘barbaric crime’.
“Let us take them in order. The first is the taste,
Which is meagre and hollow, but crisp:
Like a coat that is rather too tight in the waist,
With a flavour of Will-o’-the-wisp.
According to police reports.
The victim is.
A 52-year-old resident.
Of the Mykolaiv region.
He survived the drone attack.
Sustaining blast injuries.
Shrapnel wounds.
And concussion.
He is currently receiving.
The necessary medical treatment.
A 52-year-old resident.
Of the Mykolaiv region.
“Its habit of getting up late you’ll agree
That it carries too far, when I say
That it frequently breakfasts at five-o’clock tea,
And dines on the following day.
The authorities later.
Released a video.
Of the man.
From the hospital.
He spoke of his injuries.
And multiple shrapnel wounds.
To his back.
And legs.
He says this is.
The second time.
He has been attacked.
By a drone.
“The third is its slowness in taking a jest.
Should you happen to venture on one,
It will sigh like a thing that is deeply distressed:
And it always looks grave at a pun.
He had come to Kherson.
To sell vegetables.
And had already started.
Lay out crates of vegetables.
Next to his van.
– he had put out tomatoes.
Eggplants and cucumbers.
With his wife standing nearby.
At that moment.
An ‘orcs’ drone.
Hovered above them.
Hovered above them.
“The fourth is its fondness for bathing-machines,
Which it constantly carries about,
And believes that they add to the beauty of scenes—
A sentiment open to doubt.
His wife managed.
To run away.
But the drone began to.
Pursue the man.
For about a minute.
It circled around the van.
Chasing the man.
As he tried to escape.
“The fifth is ambition. It next will be right
To describe each particular batch:
Distinguishing those that have feathers, and bite,
From those that have whiskers, and scratch.
When his wife ran away.
The drone turned.
To him instead.
To him instead.
He held up some heads.
Of garlic towards.
The drone’s camera.
To show the operator.
That he was not.
Trying to film it.
“It could see that.”
“It could see that.”
“I had tomatoes out.
Some cucumbers and.
Eggplants laid out.
On the floor.”
“It even ducked.
Under the umbrella.
When I was running away.
Round the other side.”
“For, although common Snarks do no manner of harm,
Yet, I feel it my duty to say,
Some are Boojums—” The Bellman broke off in alarm,
For the Baker had fainted away.
“The man in the video.
Shows no signs.
Of being a combatant;
He is simply trading.”
“At the market.
However, for.
The armed forces.
Of the aggressor country.”
“He is still a target.”
“He is still a target.”
The National Police said.
In a statement.
They roused him with muffins—they roused him with ice—
They roused him with mustard and cress—
They roused him with jam and judicious advice—
They set him conundrums to guess.
The Office of the Prosecutor General.
Has already launched.
A pre-trial investigation.
Into this war crime.
“The remote killing.
Of civilians.
Using FPV drones.
Has become a method.”
“Of terror.
In frontline areas.”
The Prosecutor General’s Office.
Said in a statement.
When at length he sat up and was able to speak,
His sad story he offered to tell;
And the Bellman cried “Silence! Not even a shriek!”
And excitedly tingled his bell.
The acting ‘elf’ Foreign Minister.
Described ‘orcs’ actions.
As a “barbaric war crime”.
As a “barbaric war crime”.
That calls for.
International condemnation.
And justice.
And justice.
There was silence supreme! Not a shriek, not a scream,
Scarcely even a howl or a groan,
As the man they called “Ho!” told his story of woe
In an antediluvian tone.
“This is a deliberate and.
Systematic ‘orcs’ strategy.
They know exactly.
What they are doing.”
“The sadist operating.
This drone is fully.
Aware that he is.
Targeting a civilian.”
“This horrific video proves.
That the ‘orcs’ barbarians.
Will try to repeat.
Their genocidal atrocities.”
“Their genocidal atrocities.
In Bucha.
Wherever they can reach.”
Emphasised the acting Foreign Minister.
“My father and mother were honest, though poor—”
“Skip all that!” cried the Bellman in haste.
“If it once becomes dark, there’s no chance of a Snark—
We have hardly a minute to waste!”
According to him.
Lasting peace in Ukraine.
Requires comprehensive justice.
For such crimes.
A robust defence.
And deterrence package.
For Ukraine.
For Ukraine.
And reliable, guaranteed security.
For the ‘elves’ people.
And reliable, guaranteed security.
For the ‘elves’ people.
“I skip forty years,” said the Baker, in tears,
“And proceed without further remark
To the day when you took me aboard of your ship
To help you in hunting the Snark.
‘Gandalf the Green’.
Subsequently commented.
On the situation.
“Today, many people.”
“Today, many people.
Were shocked by yet.
Another “safari” video.
Showing ‘orcs’ using drones.”
“To target people.
In Kherson.
And the ‘orcs’ themselves.
Have admitted that.”
“They committed this crime.
And that not only do.
They have no regrets.
But they are proud of the way.”
“But they are proud of the way.
They are tormenting people.
Every day.
The ‘orcs’ carry out.”
“Such “safaris” against.
Ordinary people.
In Kherson.
The world must see this.”
“A dear uncle of mine (after whom I was named)
Remarked, when I bade him farewell—”
“Oh, skip your dear uncle!” the Bellman exclaimed,
As he angrily tingled his bell.
“The world must see this.”
‘Gandalf the Green’ wrote.
“It must see every piece.
Of evidence that.”
“‘Mordor’ has gone mad.
And every fact that.
‘Orcs’ soldiers are.
Enjoying killings.”
“‘Orcs’ soldiers are.
Enjoying killings.
And tormenting people.”
“The world must see this.”
“He remarked to me then,” said that mildest of men,
“‘If your Snark be a Snark, that is right:
Fetch it home by all means—you may serve it with greens,
And it’s handy for striking a light.
Sometimes called.
“Human safari”.
Sometimes called.
“Human safari”.
The deployment of.
Remotely-operated drones.
Against civilians.
Has often been used.
By ‘orcs’.
To terrify residents.
Of front line areas.
In Ukraine.
“‘You may seek it with thimbles—and seek it with care;
You may hunt it with forks and hope;
You may threaten its life with a railway-share;
You may charm it with smiles and soap—’”
“Safari” attacks.
Have long been carried out.
By ‘orcs’ troops.
In Kherson.
Which sits only a few miles.
From the front line.
Which sits only a few miles.
From the front line.
(“That’s exactly the method,” the Bellman bold
In a hasty parenthesis cried,
“That’s exactly the way I have always been told
That the capture of Snarks should be tried!”)
The ‘orcs’ authorities.
Have not commented.
On the publication.
Of the video.
Showing the ‘hunt’.
Showing the ‘hunt’.
For civilians.
In Kherson.
“‘But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the day,
If your Snark be a Boojum! For then
You will softly and suddenly vanish away,
And never be met with again!’
However.
War correspondents.
Have already begun.
Reporting that.
They allegedly saw.
this vehicle.
Delivering something.
To the military somewhere.
“It is this, it is this that oppresses my soul,
When I think of my uncle’s last words:
And my heart is like nothing so much as a bowl
Brimming over with quivering curds!
After the ‘orcs’ army.
Withdrew from Kherson.
In November 2022.
It began systematically.
Attacking the city’s residents.
Attacking the city’s residents.
Using drones.
And artillery.
“It is this, it is this—“ “We have had that before!”
The Bellman indignantly said.
And the Baker replied “Let me say it once more.
It is this, it is this that I dread!
The ‘orcs’ Federation’s.
Firing positions are.
Located on the left bank.
Of the Kherson region.
Which remains.
Under occupation.
Which remains.
Under occupation.
“I engage with the Snark—every night after dark—
In a dreamy delirious fight:
I serve it with greens in those shadowy scenes,
And I use it for striking a light:
According to the ‘elves’ authorities.
‘Orcs’ forces are.
Using drones.
To attack civilian vehicles.
Using drones.
To attack civilian vehicles.
Buildings and individuals.
On the streets of Kherson.
In addition.
They are dropping.
Camouflaged mines.
And explosives.
From drones.
Onto the city’s streets.
From drones.
Onto the city’s streets.
“But if ever I meet with a Boojum, that day,
In a moment (of this I am sure),
I shall softly and suddenly vanish away—
And the notion I cannot endure!”
In May this year.
‘Gandalf the Green’ ordered.
That protection for.
Local residents.
That protection for.
Local residents.
In the Kherson region.
Be stepped up.
“The situation in Kherson.
Is particularly dire:
The ‘orcs’ have effectively.
Turned it into.”
“A human hunting ground.
We need to significantly.
Step up defences;
We need more interceptors.”
“More electronic warfare equipment.
And more of our crews.
Right there in the city.”
‘Gandalf the Green’ said.
The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow.
“If only you’d spoken before!
It’s excessively awkward to mention it now,
With the Snark, so to speak, at the door!
According to regional authorities.
In 2025 alone.
130 residents.
Of the Kherson region.
Including three children.
Fell victim to.
The ‘orcs’ military’s.
‘Human safari’.
A further 1,195 people.
Including 17 children.
Were injured.
In total.
The ‘orcs’ launched.
Nearly 97,000 attack drones.
At the region.
Over the course of the year.
“Just the place for a Snark!” the Bellman cried,
As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting each man on the top of the tide
By a finger entwined in his hair.
“Just the place for a Snark! I have said it twice:
That alone should encourage the crew.
Just the place for a Snark! I have said it thrice:
What I tell you three times is true.”
*Because I read “”Цим дроном керує садист”: що відомо про відео російського “полювання” за продавцем овочів у Херсоні(“This drone is being flown by a sadist”: what is known about the video of the Russian “hunt” for a vegetable seller in Kherson) ” on 4 Aug 2026 on the BBC news Ukraine, “Video shows Russian drone chasing Ukrainian street vendor in ‘human safari’ attack” by Laura Gozzi on 4 Aug 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, as a story of Yuriy, led by ‘The Hunting of the Snark’ written by Lewis Carroll, you know.
Please read the same original story on whether the BBC news Ukraine or the BBC news:
Video shows Russian drone chasing Ukrainian street vendor in ‘human safari’ attack
