What shall Cordelia do?
Love, and be silent.
What shall Cordelia do?
Love, and be silent.
Then poor Cordelia!
And yet no so; since,
I am sure, my love’s
more richer than my tongue.
Nothing, my lord.
Nothing.
Nothing, my lord.
Nothing.
Paton Street in Lviv.
Is cordoned off.
Machinery is rumbling.
Near the landing site.
Glass still crunches.
Underfoot in places.
Glass still crunches.
Underfoot in places.
And you can hear.
The sound of windows.
Being sealed with.
Thick plastic sheeting.
Peace, Kent.
Come not between
the dragon and his wrath.
Peace, Kent.
The bow is bent and drawn,
make from the shaft.
The bow is bent and drawn,
make from the shaft.
A whole little town.
Quickly sprang up.
Around the damaged buildings.
Around the damaged buildings.
You have seen similar scenes.
In Kyiv.
On numerous occasions.
And you must say that in Lviv.
– which is shelled far less frequently –
The process is just.
As well-organised.
And systematic.
Let it fall rather,
though the fork invade
The region of my heart:
The region of my heart:
There are long queues outside.
The Administrative Services Centre.
Where residents are submitting.
Claims for damage.
Many of them.
Are elderly people.
Many of them.
Are elderly people.
be Kent unmannerly,
When Lear is mad.
What will thou do, old man?
What will thou do, old man?
Volunteers are handing out.
Food and water.
– a heatwave has begun.
Today in rainy Lviv.
They are trying.
To help everyone.
– providing food for.
State Emergency Service staff.
And asking people.
If anyone would like a drink.
You can also get.
Window film here.
As well as advice.
As well as advice.
From the Ministry of.
Internal Affairs’ service centre.
Reverse thy doom;
And in thy best consideration, check
This hideous rashness:
answer my life my judgement,
“People who have lost.
Their documents.
As a result.
Of shelling.”
“– including driving licences.
And vehicle registration certificates –
Can have them replaced.
Free of charge on the spot.”
“We also record.
The loss of a vehicle.
If it has been.
Completely damaged.”
“This means owners.
Do not need to travel.
To a service centre.
For this later.”
Says the head of.
The communications department.
At the regional service centre.
Of the Ministry.
Of Internal Affairs.
For the Lviv.
Ivano-Frankivsk and.
Zakarpattia regions.
My life I never held
but as a pawn
To wage against thy enemies;
nor fear to lose it.
If you move.
50 metres away.
From the site.
Of the shelling.
You can see life.
Carrying on as normal.
– cafés open for business.
Fresh fruit on the street.
At the local university nearby.
It’s graduation day.
At the local university nearby.
It’s graduation day.
See better, Lear;
and let me still remain
The true blank
of thine eye.
More than 30 people.
Were injured in Lviv.
On 30 July as a result.
Of ‘orcs’ shelling.
As of now.
Rescue workers have recovered.
The body of one man.
One person is still missing.
Fare thee well, king:
sith thus thou wilt appear,
Freedom lives hence,
and banishment is here.
The gods to their dear shelter
take thee, maid,
That justly think’st,
and hast most rightly said!
Thus Kent, O princes,
bids you all adieu;
He’ll shape his old course
in a country new.
*Because I read “”Прокидаюся вся у склі. Але я жива”. Репортаж з-під розтрощених російським ударом будинків у Львові(‘I wake up covered in glass. But I’m alive.’ A report from among the buildings in Lviv that were destroyed by a Russian strike) ” by Natalia Patrikeeva on 30 Jul 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, including a story of Bober, led by ‘KING LEAR’ written by William Shakespeare, you know.
Please read the original story on the BBC news Ukraine:
