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‘It’s the crow!’

Tweedledum cried out

in a shrill voice

of alarm:

 

and the two brothers

took to their heels

and were out of sight

in a moment.

 

Alice ran a little way

into the wood,

and stopped

under a large tree.

 

‘It can never get at me here,’

she thought:

‘it’s far too large to squeeze

Itself in among the trees.

 

 

‘Orcs’ drone attack.

On Ukraine began.

In the evening.

Continued throughout the night.

 

And is still ongoing.

During the day.

And is still ongoing.

During the day.

 

 

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 Kharkiv.

The bodies of four people.

Were recovered from the rubble.

Of a high-rise building.

 

Whilst Shahed drones.

Have been attacking.

Lviv all day.

Lviv all day.

 

Why are Shahed drones?

So dangerous?

Why are Shahed drones?

So dangerous?

 

 

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,

 

 

During the day.

The ‘orcs’ army attacked.

An educational institution.

In the centre of Rivne;

 

In the centre of Rivne;

At least 25 people.

Are known to.

Have been wounded.

 

 

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.

 

 

In the evening.

Drones attacked Lutsk.

Where an entertainment centre.

Was on fire.

 

A petrol station was.

On fire in Khmelnytskyi.

A petrol station was.

On fire in Khmelnytskyi.

 

 

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 “Epicentre” retail chain.

Reported that.

Its last logistics depot.

In the country.

 

Located near the city.

Had been destroyed.

By 10 strikes.

In a single day.

 

In Ternopil.

In Ternopil.

An administrative building.

Was hit.

 

 

‘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?’

 

 

Meanwhile.

The Air Force has reported.

New groups of.

Jet-powered UAVs.

 

New groups of.

Jet-powered UAVs.

Moving towards Kyiv.

Via the Chernihiv region.

 

 

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?’

 

 

Prior to this.

An ‘orcs’ drone struck.

A warehouse.

In the Bucha district.

 

A warehouse.

In the Bucha district.

On the outskirts.

Of the capital.

 

The head of the Kyiv.

Regional Military Administration.

Reported there were.

No fatalities or injuries.

 

 

‘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!’

 

 

In Kyiv itself.

On 13 October.

Debris from a downed UAV.

Fell in Orlyatko Park.

 

Debris from a downed UAV.

Fell in Orlyatko Park.

Injuring two women.

Aged 35 and 40.

 

 

‘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

 

 

A jet-powered Shahed drone.

Managed to reach Lviv.

For the first time.

For the first time.

 

On the morning.

Of 10 October.

A jet-powered Shahed drone.

Managed to reach Lviv.

 

Why are Shahed drones?

So dangerous?

Why are Shahed drones?

So dangerous?

 

 

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,

 

 

Earlier, three people were killed.

In a drone strike.

In Ivano-Frankivsk.

In western Ukraine.

 

The campaign of terror.

The campaign of terror.

Using jet-powered Shahed drones.

Against Ukraine.

 

Against Ukraine.

And particularly.

Against Kyiv.

Began in late August.

 

Since then.

Such drones have been.

Attacking the capital.

Virtually round the clock.

 

 

‘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

 

 

Analysts had indicated that.

As winter approached.

The ‘orcs’ would be able to.

Reach western Ukraine.

 

With such drones.

In recent weeks.

Jet-powered Shahed drones.

Have been constantly attacking.

 

Volyn, Rivne.

Ternopil and.

The Carpathian regions.

And now Lviv as well.

 

 

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.

 

 

Why are Shahed drones?

So dangerous?

Why are Shahed drones?

So dangerous?

 

Jet-powered Shaheds.

Reach speeds of over.

500 km per hour.

And fly at considerable altitude.

 

Making them difficult.

To shoot down using.

Conventional mobile fire units.

Or interceptors.

 

 

‘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 previous evening.

‘Orcs’ attacked Kyiv.

‘Orcs’ attacked Kyiv.

With missiles and drones.

 

Two people were killed.

When a Shahed drone struck.

A high-rise block.

A high-rise block.

 

One of the victims.

Was found.

In a burnt-out car.

Near their home.

 

 

‘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.’

 

 

In addition.

In addition.

11 people are reported.

To have been injured.

 

Several residential buildings.

Were damaged and.

Nine cars were.

Burnt out.

 

One of the strikes.

Hit a warehouse.

In the Desnianskyi district.

In the Desnianskyi district.

 

 

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.

 

 

In Kharkiv.

The entrance to.

A four-storey residential block.

Was destroyed.

 

Late in the evening.

Late in the evening.

As a result of.

An ‘orcs’ missile strike.

 

 

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 workers.

Recovered the bodies.

Of four people.

From the rubble.

 

Four residents of.

The building were rescued.

Ten people were injured.

Including a rescuer.

 

Who was struck by.

A concrete floor slab.

From the building.

The man was taken to hospital.

 

 

‘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,

 

 

In total, during.

The massive missile attack.

On Kharkiv.

The ‘orcs’ used.

 

According to the Kharkiv.

Prosecutor’s Office.

Nine small S8000.

‘Banderole’ cruise missiles.

 

 

It was getting dark

so suddenly that

Alice thought there must be

a thunderstorm coming on.

 

‘What a thick black cloud

that is!’ she said.

‘And how fast it comes!

Why, I do believe it’s got wings!’

 

 

Last week.

The ‘orcs’ carried out.

A series of bloody strikes.

Each of which claimed.

 

Dozens of lives.

Such deadly strikes.

Took place in Pryluky.

Zaporizhzhia and Kramatorsk.

 

 

‘It’s the crow!’

Tweedledum cried out

in a shrill voice

of alarm:

 

and the two brothers

took to their heels

and were out of sight

in a moment.

 

Alice ran a little way

into the wood,

and stopped

under a large tree.

 

‘It can never get at me here,’

she thought:

‘it’s far too large to squeeze

Itself in among the trees.

 

 

*Because I read “Росія атакувала Львів, Луцьк, Тернопіль і Хмельницький, 25 поранених у Рівному, у Харкові 4 загиблих (Russia attacked Lviv, Lutsk, Ternopil and Khmelnytskyi, 25 wounded in Rivne, 4 dead in Kharkiv)” on 13 Oct 2026 on the BBC news Ukraine, 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 Ukraine:

Росія атакувала Львів, Луцьк, Тернопіль і Хмельницький, 25 поранених у Рівному, у Харкові 4 загиблих – BBC News Україна