Emergency workers.
Were continuing to.
Search for residents.
Under the rubble.
Of the apartment building.
In Pryluky.
On Wednesday morning.
On Wednesday morning.
‘Hush! You’ll be
waking him,
I’m afraid,
if you make so much noise.’
‘Well, it’s no use your talking
about waking him,’
said Tweedledum,
‘when you’re only
one of the things
in his dream.
You know very well
you’re not real.’
‘I am real!’ said Alice,
and began to cry.
‘I am real!’ said Alice,
and began to cry.
Two people were killed.
In Kyiv.
As a result.
Of the strike.
In the evening.
Following yet another attack.
Another woman was killed.
In the Obolon district.
Due to a problem.
With the electricity supply.
On the right bank.
Of the capital.
On the right bank.
Of the capital.
There were disruptions.
To the water supply.
‘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.’
Two people were also.
Killed in Oleksandriya.
Killed in Oleksandriya.
In the Kirovohrad region.
Two more people were.
Killed in Kremenchuk.
In the Poltava region.
According to the authorities.
‘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.’
This city was one of.
The main targets of.
The ballistic and cruise.
Missile strikes.
Alongside Kyiv.
And Dnipro.
Alongside Kyiv.
And Dnipro.
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.
Zaporizhzhia.
Trypillya near Kyiv.
And other towns.
Were also targeted.
‘Gandalf the Green’ described.
This attack as.
A “birthday present.
For the One”.
Do you think it’s going to rain?’
Tweedledum spread
a large umbrella over
himself and his brother,
and looked up into it.
‘No, I don’t think it is,’
he said: ‘at least
– not under here. Nohow.’
After 3:00 am.
The ‘orcs’ military launched.
Its first strike.
Its first strike.
With ballistic missiles.
From the Bryansk region.
Of ‘Mordor’.
And from the south.
The ‘elves’ Air Force reported that.
Six Tu-95MS aircraft.
Had taken off from.
The “Olenegorsk” airfield.
Here she checked herself
in some alarm,
at hearing something
that sounded to her
like the puffing of
a large steam-engine
in the wood near them,
though she feared
At around 4:40 am.
Ukraine was attacked by.
Groups of cruise missiles.
The ‘elves’ military reported that.
‘Orcs’ had launched.
A full salvo of.
“Kalibr” cruise missiles.
From the Caspian Sea.
it was more likely
to be a wild beast.
‘Are there any lions or tigers
about here?’ she asked timidly.
‘It’s only the Red King
snoring,’ said Tweedledee.
‘Come and look at him!’
the brothers cried,
Shortly after 5:00 am.
The Air Force reported.
A new wave of.
Ballistic missiles.
Targeting Kyiv.
Explosions were heard.
In the city.
Just a few minutes later.
and they took each one of
Alice’s hands,
and led her up to where
the King was sleeping.
‘Isn’t he a lovely sight?’
said Tweedledum.
Alice couldn’t say
honestly that he was.
The air-raid alert.
In Kyiv was lifted.
In Kyiv was lifted.
At around 7:00 am.
In the Chernihiv, Sumy.
And Zaporizhzhia regions.
The missile threat persisted.
For over an hour.
He had a tall
red night-cap on,
with a tassel, and
he was lying crumpled up
into a sort of untidy heap,
and snoring loud
– ‘fit to snore his head off!’
as Tweedledum remarked.
The ‘orcs’ army continues.
To attack Ukraine.
With drones.
With drones.
In particular.
Explosions have been heard.
In Kyiv.
Throughout the day.
‘I’m afraid he’ll catch cold
with lying on the damp grass,’
said Alice, who was
a very thoughtful little girl.
‘He’s dreaming now,’
said Tweedledee:
‘and what do you think
he’s dreaming about?’
The Air Force stated that.
‘Orcs’ had launched attacks.
Using ‘Zircon’ missiles.
Iskander ballistic missiles.
And similar weapons.
And similar weapons.
48 cruise missiles.
And 130 drones.
Alice said, ‘Nobody
can guess that.’
‘Why, about you!’
Tweedledee exclaimed,
clapping his hands triumphantly.
‘And if he left off
dreaming about you,
where do you suppose you’d be?’
Monitors estimated.
The number of.
Ballistic missiles.
And Zircons.
At over 30.
But the Air Force.
Has not provided.
An exact figure.
‘Where I am now,
of course,’ said Alice.
‘Not you!’ Tweedledee
retorted contemptuously.
‘You’d be nowhere.
Why, you’re only
a sort of thing
in his dream!’
According to the Air Force.
5 ballistic missiles.
Intercepted solely.
By PATRIOT systems.
39 cruise missiles.
And 117 drones.
Were shot down.
Were shot down.
‘If that there King was to wake,’
added Tweedledum,
‘you’d go out – bang! –
just like a candle!’
‘I shouldn’t!’
Alice exclaimed indignantly.
‘Besides, if I’m only
a sort of thing
The previous missile attack.
On the capital took place.
On the night.
Of 30 September.
On that occasion.
‘Orcs’ launched.
A combined strike using.
Missiles and drones;
A child was killed.
And others were injured.
A child was killed.
And others were injured.
in his dream,
what are you,
I should like to know?’
‘Ditto,’ said Tweedledum.
‘Ditto, ditto!’ cried Tweedledee.
He shouted this
so loud that Alice
couldn’t help saying,
An ‘orcs’ missile.
Has killed.
22 people.
Including five children.
In an apartment block.
In northern Ukraine.
Destroying 30 flats.
As families slept.
‘Hush! You’ll be
waking him,
I’m afraid,
if you make so much noise.’
‘Well, it’s no use your talking
about waking him,’
said Tweedledum,
‘when you’re only
Three of the children.
Were one-year-olds.
In the attack.
On Pryluky.
East of Kyiv.
Early on Wednesday.
And one of the boys died.
With his mother and grandmother.
one of the things
in his dream.
You know very well
you’re not real.’
‘I am real!’ said Alice,
and began to cry.
‘I am real!’ said Alice,
and began to cry.
‘Gandalf the Green’ said.
It was one of ‘orcs’.
“Most vile strikes”.
And suggested.
The ‘orcs’ military had.
Carried it out.
As a “birthday gift”.
To ‘the One’.
As a “birthday gift”.
To ‘the One’.
Who turned 74.
On Wednesday.
‘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.’
Moscow made no mention.
Of the attack.
On Pryluky.
On Pryluky.
But said its “massive strike”.
Had targeted.
Military industries.
In Kyiv and elsewhere.
‘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.’
Across the country.
The death toll.
On Wednesday.
Climbed to 28.
As ‘orcs’ strikes.
Claimed two lives.
In the capital.
Two in Kremenchuk.
And two more.
In Oleksandriya.
And two more.
In Oleksandriya.
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.
More than 430.
More than 430.
Apartments and.
Private homes.
Were damaged and.
Dozens of people.
Dozens of people.
Were injured.
In the attack.
On the central city.
Of Kremenchuk.
The regional leader said.
Do you think it’s going to rain?’
Tweedledum spread
a large umbrella over
himself and his brother,
and looked up into it.
‘No, I don’t think it is,’
he said: ‘at least
– not under here. Nohow.’
Rescue teams.
In Pryluky.
Spent hours.
Searching for victims.
In the rubble.
In the rubble.
Of a five-storey block.
Of flats.
‘Hush! You’ll be
waking him,
I’m afraid,
if you make so much noise.’
‘Well, it’s no use your talking
about waking him,’
said Tweedledum,
‘when you’re only
Late in the afternoon.
Rescuers said.
The body of.
A fifth child.
Had been found.
At the scene and that.
Another three bodies.
Were found overnight.
one of the things
in his dream.
You know very well
you’re not real.’
‘I am real!’ said Alice,
and began to cry.
‘I am real!’ said Alice,
and began to cry.
More than 50 residents.
Were wounded.
In the attack.
That also damaged.
Other residential buildings.
As well as a youth centre.
Late in the afternoon.
Rescuers said.
‘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.’
The Chernihiv regional head said.
The town was hit.
By five cruise missiles.
By five cruise missiles.
One of which slammed into.
The apartment building.
One of which slammed into.
The apartment building.
‘Gandalf the Green’ named.
The one-year-old victims.
And said a boy of eight.
Had also been killed.
‘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.’
The Prime Minister said.
A boy had died.
With his mother.
And her mother.
And only the boy’s.
Elder sister had survived.
And only the boy’s.
Elder sister had survived.
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.
Local reports said.
They had lived.
On the fifth floor.
On the fifth floor.
And that she had been.
Looking after her grandson.
While her daughter worked.
In a factory.
Do you think it’s going to rain?’
Tweedledum spread
a large umbrella over
himself and his brother,
and looked up into it.
‘No, I don’t think it is,’
he said: ‘at least
– not under here. Nohow.’
“The ‘orcs’ wanted.
To strike painfully.
And demonstratively.”
‘Gandalf the Green’ said.
Adding that 70 missiles.
Were fired in total.
Adding that 70 missiles.
Were fired in total.
‘But it may rain outside?’
‘It may – if it chooses,’
said Tweedledee:
‘we’ve no objection.
Contrariwise.’
‘Selfish things!’ thought Alice,
and she was just going to say
‘Good-night’ and leave them,
‘Gandalf the Green’ added that.
Ukraine had itself.
Struck targets.
In attacks.
On ‘Mordor’’s Perm.
Samara and.
Astrakhan regions.
In the past 24 hours.
Adding there was.
“Also a response.
In the Black Sea”, without.
Providing further details.
Here she checked herself
in some alarm,
at hearing something
that sounded to her
like the puffing of
a large steam-engine
in the wood near them,
though she feared
In Kyiv.
Many residents.
Spent the night.
Spent the night.
In underground stations.
To escape.
To escape.
The ‘orcs’ barrage.
The Mayor said.
Last week the capital.
Was being torn apart.
By ‘orcs’ attacks.
it was more likely
to be a wild beast.
‘Are there any lions or tigers
about here?’ she asked timidly.
‘It’s only the Red King
snoring,’ said Tweedledee.
‘Come and look at him!’
the brothers cried,
Two residents were killed.
In Kyiv.
As a result of.
The night-time attack.
The Kyiv City Military Administration.
Reported their deaths.
In the Darnytskyi district.
Of the city.
and they took each one of
Alice’s hands,
and led her up to where
the King was sleeping.
‘Isn’t he a lovely sight?’
said Tweedledum.
Alice couldn’t say
honestly that he was.
The ‘elves’ Prosecutor General’s Office.
Stated that the victims.
Were two men aged.
73 and 66.
Their bodies were found.
On the premises of.
A garage co-operative.
A garage co-operative.
He had a tall
red night-cap on,
with a tassel, and
he was lying crumpled up
into a sort of untidy heap,
and snoring loud
– ‘fit to snore his head off!’
as Tweedledum remarked.
Earlier, the authorities reported.
That a garage co-operative.
In the Darnytskyi district.
Had caught fire.
Following a strike.
Presumably by a missile.
Whilst another strike occurred.
In an open area.
‘I’m afraid he’ll catch cold
with lying on the damp grass,’
said Alice, who was
a very thoughtful little girl.
‘He’s dreaming now,’
said Tweedledee:
‘and what do you think
he’s dreaming about?’
Earlier, the Mayor of Kyiv.
Reported that.
Several other areas of.
The capital had also been hit.
In the Obolonskyi district.
In the Obolonskyi district.
– on the site of.
A non-residential development.
In the Podilskyi district.
– in some warehouse premises.
In the Podilskyi district.
– in some warehouse premises.
In the Shevchenkivskyi district.
The strike occurred.
On the site near.
A non-residential building.
Alice said, ‘Nobody
can guess that.’
‘Why, about you!’
Tweedledee exclaimed,
clapping his hands triumphantly.
‘And if he left off
dreaming about you,
where do you suppose you’d be?’
Three production and.
Storage facilities.
Have been damaged.
In the Obukhiv district.
Of the Kyiv region.
The attack caused.
Fires which were.
Subsequently extinguished.
‘Where I am now,
of course,’ said Alice.
‘Not you!’ Tweedledee
retorted contemptuously.
‘You’d be nowhere.
Why, you’re only
a sort of thing
in his dream!’
‘Elves’ national police.
Posted pictures online.
Showing what it says is.
Showing what it says is.
An unexploded ‘orcs’.
Iskander missile.
In the middle of.
A Kyiv district.
It has been confirmed that.
The images are genuine.
And the apparent missile.
Fragments came down.
In an area.
Of open land.
Surrounded by.
High-rise apartment buildings.
‘If that there King was to wake,’
added Tweedledum,
‘you’d go out – bang! –
just like a candle!’
‘I shouldn’t!’
Alice exclaimed indignantly.
‘Besides, if I’m only
a sort of thing
Another verified video.
Shows damage to cars.
And what appears.
To be rubble.
And a fallen tree.
In an area surrounded.
By apartment blocks.
In Kremenchuk.
in his dream,
what are you,
I should like to know?’
‘Ditto,’ said Tweedledum.
‘Ditto, ditto!’ cried Tweedledee.
He shouted this
so loud that Alice
couldn’t help saying,
In Kremenchuk.
Several high-rise residential blocks.
Were damaged during.
A night-time missile attack.
At least two people.
Were killed and.
More than 40 others.
Were injured.
An industrial facility.
An industrial facility.
In the Kremenchuk district.
Was also hit.
‘Hush! You’ll be
waking him,
I’m afraid,
if you make so much noise.’
‘Well, it’s no use your talking
about waking him,’
said Tweedledum,
‘when you’re only
According to ‘Gandalf the Green’.
Two people were killed.
In Oleksandriya.
In the Kirovohrad region.
As a result.
Of missile strikes.
Local authorities report.
At least three people injured.
one of the things
in his dream.
You know very well
you’re not real.’
‘I am real!’ said Alice,
and began to cry.
‘I am real!’ said Alice,
and began to cry.
In Zaporizhzhia.
‘Orcs’ carried out.
An air strike on.
A transport infrastructure facility.
This was reported by.
The acting head of.
The regional military administration.
He did not specify.
Which facility was targeted.
But said that traffic.
On some sections of road.
May be restricted.
As a result.
Of the strike.
There are no reports.
Of casualties.
‘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.’
The head of the Dnipropetrovsk.
Regional Military Administration.
Reported a strike.
On an industrial facility.
In Dnipro.
According to him.
Details of the casualties are.
Still being confirmed.
Earlier, local Telegram channels.
Had reported.
Hearing the sound of.
Explosions in the city.
‘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.’
‘Elves’ air force said.
It had succeeded.
In shooting down.
In shooting down.
Five ballistic missiles.
And 39 cruise missiles.
And more than 100 drones.
Including 46 of.
‘Orcs’ jet-powered drones.
Which have caused.
So much damage.
In recent weeks.
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.
However, that would mean.
That as many as 26.
Cruise or ballistic missiles.
Penetrated its defences.
And‘Gandalf the Green’ renewed.
A call for allies to provide.
Air defence support packages.
To Ukraine.
He had a tall
red night-cap on,
with a tassel, and
he was lying crumpled up
into a sort of untidy heap,
and snoring loud
– ‘fit to snore his head off!’
as Tweedledum remarked.
According to ‘Gandalf the Green’.
One of the “key targets”.
Of the attack was.
‘Elves’ energy infrastructure.
Which Moscow earlier said.
It would intensify strikes.
On following ‘elves’ strikes.
On ‘orcs’ energy facilities.
‘I’m afraid he’ll catch cold
with lying on the damp grass,’
said Alice, who was
a very thoughtful little girl.
‘He’s dreaming now,’
said Tweedledee:
‘and what do you think
he’s dreaming about?’
In a separate post.
On Wednesday.
‘Gandalf the Green’ said.
‘Elves’ had struck.
‘Elves’ had struck.
Four targets.
In retaliatory attacks.
In the past 24 hours.
Including two oil facilities.
And a training ground.
As well as a target.
In the Black Sea.
Alice said, ‘Nobody
can guess that.’
‘Why, about you!’
Tweedledee exclaimed,
clapping his hands triumphantly.
‘And if he left off
dreaming about you,
where do you suppose you’d be?’
On Tuesday evening.
Footage emerged showing.
A huge plume of smoke.
A huge plume of smoke.
Engulfing an oil tanker.
Off the coast of Sochi.
Along the Black Sea.
In southern ‘Mordor’.
‘Where I am now,
of course,’ said Alice.
‘Not you!’ Tweedledee
retorted contemptuously.
‘You’d be nowhere.
Why, you’re only
a sort of thing
in his dream!’
The ‘Mordor’’s.
Transport ministry later said.
Unmanned boats.
Had attacked.
The Liberian-flagged.
Aframax Rio oil tanker.
Authorities claim.
The crew was rescued.
‘If that there King was to wake,’
added Tweedledum,
‘you’d go out – bang! –
just like a candle!’
‘I shouldn’t!’
Alice exclaimed indignantly.
‘Besides, if I’m only
a sort of thing
Separately, Bulgaria.
Has halted a search.
For the missing crew.
Of a ship that.
Sank after being hit.
By a drone.
By a drone.
On Tuesday.
in his dream,
what are you,
I should like to know?’
‘Ditto,’ said Tweedledum.
‘Ditto, ditto!’ cried Tweedledee.
He shouted this
so loud that Alice
couldn’t help saying,
‘Mordor’ has intensified.
Strikes in the Black Sea.
Strikes in the Black Sea.
Particularly the eastern side.
As part of its war.
Against Ukraine.
In an evening address.
On Tuesday.
‘Gandalf the Green’ claimed.
‘Mordor’ was responsible.
‘Mordor’ was responsible.
For the attacks.
‘Hush! You’ll be
waking him,
I’m afraid,
if you make so much noise.’
‘Well, it’s no use your talking
about waking him,’
said Tweedledum,
‘when you’re only
one of the things
in his dream.
You know very well
you’re not real.’
‘I am real!’ said Alice,
and began to cry.
‘I am real!’ said Alice,
and began to cry.
Emergency workers.
Were continuing to.
Search for residents.
Under the rubble.
Of the apartment building.
In Pryluky.
On Wednesday morning.
On Wednesday morning.
*Because I read “У Прилуках вже 22 загиблих, серед них троє однорічних дітей. Після удару Росії жертви також у Києві, Кременчуку і Олександрії(22 dead in Pryluky, including three one-year-old children. After the Russian strike, victims also in Kyiv, Kremenchuk, and Oleksandria) ” on 7 Oct 2026 on the BBC news Ukraine, and “Children killed while they slept as Russian missile kills 22 in block of flats” by Amy Walker & Paul Kirby on 7 Oct 2026 and also “Why are Ukrainians calling Russians ‘orcs’?” by James FitzGerald on 30 Apr 2022, both on the BBC news.
So, I wrote this poem, including a story of Viktoriia, Kateryna, Sasha (Oleksandr) and Olha, a story of Kyrylo, a story of Serhii, a story of Maxsym, led by ‘THROUGH the LOOKING-GLASS’ written by Lewis Carroll, you know.
Please read the original stories on the BBC news Ukraine and on the BBC news:
Children killed while they slept as Russian missile kills 19 in block of flats
