‘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,
‘Orcs’ attacks killed.
More than 20 people.
Across Ukraine.
On Tuesday.
Ahead of rival.
Unilateral ceasefires.
Proposed separately.
By Moscow and Kyiv.
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.
Authorities in Zaporizhzhia said.
12 people were killed.
In an ‘orcs’ aerial attack.
Which ‘Gandalf the Green’ described.
As a “cynical terrorist strike”.
He said five people.
Were killed in Kramatorsk.
And four in Dnipro.
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 ‘Mordor’.
In ‘Mordor’.
Authorities in.
The Chuvash Republic said.
Two people were killed.
And 32 injured.
In a drone attack.
On Tuesday morning.
‘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.
On Monday.
‘Mordor’ and Ukraine.
Declared unilateral ceasefires.
Ahead of commemorations.
Held by ‘Mordor’ to mark.
The Soviet Union’s victory.
Over Nazi Germany.
On Saturday.
‘It’s only a rattle,’ Alice said,
after a careful examination
of the little white thing.
‘Not a rattle-snake, you know,’
she added hastily,
thinking that he was frightened:
‘only an old rattle
– quite old and broken.’
‘Mordor’ said it would.
Hold a ceasefire.
On 8 and 9 May.
And threatened.
A “massive missile strike”.
On central Kyiv.
If Ukraine.
Violated the 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,
But Kyiv announced.
It would observe.
An open-ended ceasefire.
From midnight on 6 May.
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.’
The two ceasefires.
Appear to be unilateral.
– meaning the two sides.
Have not agreed.
– meaning the two sides.
Have not agreed.
On their terms.
Length or monitoring.
‘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.
The ‘Gandalf the Green’’s.
Chief of staff said that.
If the ceasefire announced.
By ‘Gandalf the Green’.
Was reciprocated.
“We will continue.
To observe it…
The next move is ‘Mordor’’s”.
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’ urged.
‘Mordor’ to.
Lay down arms and.
“Move to real diplomacy”.
“It’s utter cynicism.
To ask for silence.
To hold propaganda celebrations.
And to launch.”
“And to launch.
Such missile-drone attacks.
Every day beforehand.”
Every day beforehand.”
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.
Ukraine’s earlier.
Open-ended truce.
Is likely a way.
For ‘Gandalf the Green’.
To show that his country.
Is willing to start.
An immediate and.
Lasting ceasefire.
And that any violations.
Will be pinned.
On ‘Mordor’.
On ‘Mordor’.
‘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:
“We believe that.
Human life is.
Of incomparably.
Greater value.”
“Greater value.
Than the ‘celebration’.
Of any anniversary.”
He wrote on Telegram.
‘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
Ahead of its own.
Midnight ceasefire.
On Wednesday.
Ukraine also launched.
A series of aerial attacks.
On ‘Mordor’.
A series of aerial attacks.
On ‘Mordor’.
Hitting an industrial area.
In Kirishi.
In the Leningrad region.
And a factory that.
And a factory that.
Produces military components.
In Cheboksary.
In the Chuvash Republic.
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.
‘Gandalf the Green’ said.
Domestically-produced.
Flamingo cruise missiles.
Were used to strike.
The Cheboksary factory.
Some 1,500km away.
Some 1,500km away.
From the front line.
‘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
An unverified nighttime.
Video showed.
A fast-moving object.
And large explosion.
The ‘orcs’ defence ministry.
Later confirmed it had.
Downed six ‘elves’ Flamingos.
As well as 601 drones.
– 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!’
On Tuesday morning.
Several airports.
Across ‘Mordor’.
Were temporarily shut.
Later, the Moscow Mayor.
Announced that.
A number of drones had been.
Downed near the capital.
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 has betrayed.
Signs of nervousness.
Ahead of Victory Day.
Ahead of Victory Day.
The 9 May celebrations.
Which mark.
The Soviet Union’s victory.
Over Nazi Germany.
Have grown in scale and pomp.
Since the start of.
‘The One’’s rule.
In the early 2000s.
‘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 the Kremlin said.
That this year.
That this year.
The centrepiece event.
The centrepiece event.
– a grand military parade.
On Red Square –
Would be scaled down.
Due to the “terrorist threat”.
From Ukraine.
And that no heavy military.
Hardware would be on display.
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,’
Muscovites were also.
Warned that.
Mobile internet access.
Would be disrupted.
Or cut off.
For several days.
In the lead-up.
To 9 May.
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!’
‘Gandalf the Green’ said.
The fact ‘Mordor’ felt.
It couldn’t “hold a parade.
In Moscow.”
It couldn’t “hold a parade.
In Moscow.
Without the goodwill.
Of Ukraine”.
To observe a ceasefire.
Meant that it was time.
For ‘orcs’ leaders to.
“Take steps to end their war”.
‘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.
Ukraine has.
In recent weeks.
Stepped up.
Deep-strike drone attacks.
Stepped up.
Deep-strike drone attacks.
On ‘Mordor’.
Successfully targeting.
Energy facilities.
And oil refineries.
And disrupting.
The ‘orcs’ oil trade.
‘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,
Its drones can now.
Fly deep into ‘Mordor’.
Often eschewing.
Air defences.
And on Monday morning.
One hit a high-rise.
In central Moscow.
In central Moscow.
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.’
Meanwhile.
‘Orcs’ strikes.
On ‘elves’ cities.
Continue to kill.
And maim civilians.
On ‘elves’ cities.
Continue to kill.
And maim civilians.
Across the country.
‘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.
Thousands have died.
Thousands have died.
Since ‘Mordor’ launched.
Since ‘Mordor’ launched.
Its full-scale invasion.
Of the country.
In February.
2022.
‘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.
‘I shouldn’t have minded
It so much,’
said Tweedledum,
‘if it hadn’t been a new one.’
‘I wish the monstrous crow
would come!’ thought Alice.
‘I wish the monstrous crow
would come!’ thought Alice.
*Because I read “Russian attacks kill more than 20 ahead of rival ceasefires proposed by Kyiv and Moscow” by Laura Gozzi on 5 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:
Russian attacks kill more than 20 ahead of rival ceasefires proposed by Kyiv and Moscow
