Here, father,
take the shadow of this tree
For your good host;
pray that the right may thrive:
If I ever
I return to you again,
I’ll bring you comfort.
If I ever
Many local residents.
Have said that when.
There is a real threat.
They often seek shelter.
As this area has come.
Under ‘orcs’ attack.
On numerous occasions.
In recent years.
Away, old man;
give me thy hand; away!
Give me thy hand; come on.
Give me thy hand; come on.
A 74-year-old is.
Holding a paper cup.
Of black coffee.
And a waffle;
she is wearing.
Light make-up and.
Recounts in detail.
The night of the shelling.
Men must endure
Their going hence,
even as their coming hither:
Ripeness is all: come on.
“I was in the cellar.
Because someone rang me.
And said, ‘Hide.’
I still want to live.”
“So I always.
Go to a shelter.
I know some people stay.
In their homes.”
“But I don’t.
I don’t want to get hurt.
And I’m not planning.
On dying just yet.”
Away, old man;
give me thy hand; away!
Give me thy hand; come on.
Give me thy hand; come on.
She was the first.
She was the first.
To reach the basement.
Of her house.
It’s been tidied up.
But there’s nowhere to sit.
Other neighbours.
Arrived later.
Men must endure
Their going hence,
even as their coming hither:
Ripeness is all: come on.
“I always have.
My bag packed;
I grabbed my medication.
Got dressed and ran.”
“You could hear it.
All very clearly.
In the basement.
It was horrific.”
“It was just flying.
Right over us.
So it felt.
Absolutely terrifying.”
Away, old man;
give me thy hand; away!
Give me thy hand; come on.
Give me thy hand; come on.
The windows and balconies.
In the woman’s flat.
Were blown out.
Were blown out.
As soon as the all-clear.
Was given.
She went to look for her cats.
She has six of them.
Men must endure
Their going hence,
even as their coming hither:
Ripeness is all: come on.
“They’re alive.
“They’re alive.
But they’ve gone into hiding.
Poor things.”
“Poor things.
They’re stressed.
And have hidden away.
Under the furniture.”
“If there was just one.
I might have taken.
It with me.
But I can’t take all six.”
Here, father,
take the shadow of this tree
For your good host;
pray that the right may thrive:
If I ever
I return to you again,
I’ll bring you comfort.
If I ever
*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, as a story of Lyudmila, led by ‘KING LEAR’ written by William Shakespeare, you know.
Please read the original story on the BBC news Ukraine:
