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
The Head of the Chernihiv.
Regional State Administration.
Posted a photo.
On his page of.
What appears to be.
A child’s timetable.
“Wednesday.
The ‘Darunok’ club.”
“At 11:00 and.
Wrestling at 16:00.
These were the plans.
For today for.”
“One of the children.
From Pryluky.
And the child who owns.
This timetable should.”
“Have woken up.
In their own bed.
Had breakfast and.
Gone to their clubs.”
“On Wednesday.
On Thursday.
On Friday.
On Saturday…”
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,
“I don’t know who.
This timetable belongs to.
But I do know that.
Four children never.”
“Woke up today.
Seven more children.
Were injured because.
The ‘orcs’ fired a missile.”
“At an ordinary five-storey block.
Of flats in Pryluky.
These children deserved.
A happy childhood.”
“The photo was taken.
By a young woman.
From Pryluky.”
From Pryluky.”
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.
On the night.
Of 7 October.
‘Orcs’ forces launched.
A massive combined attack.
On the night.
Of 7 October.
On Ukraine.
The strikes were.
Carried out in waves.
Using ballistic and.
Cruise missiles.
As well as attack drones.
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.
A total of 28 people.
Are known to.
Have been killed.
In the night-time strikes.
In Kyiv.
In Pryluky.
In Kremenchuk and
In Oleksandriia.
‘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 highest number.
Of fatalities.
Was in Pryluky.
In the Chernihiv region.
Where a missile struck.
A high-rise residential block.
And virtually destroyed it.
And virtually destroyed it.
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?’
At least 22 people.
Were killed.
Including five children.
And 55 were injured.
Including seven children.
The clearance of.
The rubble is.
Still ongoing.
‘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!’
‘Gandalf the Green’ later.
Named the children.
Who had been killed:
Who had been killed:
Who were all.
Just one year old.
And an eight-year-old.
And an eight-year-old.
‘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
‘Gandalf the Green’ also.
Added that there are.
People who are.
Still unaccounted for.
“The ‘orcs’ know full well.
That they are striking.
Ordinary towns.
And ordinary lives.”
“And the continued use.
Of missiles against Ukraine.
Against our people.
And our children.”
“Is a completely.
Deliberate choice.
To instil terror.
This is precisely.”
“What Moscow is choosing.
In defiance of all our efforts.
Together with our partners.
To bring about peace.”
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 the town of Pryluky.
Chernihiv Oblast.
A missile struck.
A five-storey block of flats.
According to the head of.
The regional military administration.
“A missile strike.
On Pryluky.”
One of the strikes hit.
A residential block.
Of flats directly.
It happened.”
“In the morning.
Whilst people were.
Still asleep.”
Still asleep.”
“Preliminary reports.
Indicate there are.
Already fatalities.
And injuries.”
“All emergency services.
Are now on the scene.
And the rubble is.
Being cleared.”
‘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
As of the morning.
Of 8 October.
22 people are known.
To have died.
The bodies of.
Five children have been.
Recovered from the rubble.
Of the high-rise block.
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.
A further 55 people.
Were injured.
Including seven children.
The State Emergency Service reported.
Twelve people were rescued.
Including one child.
Psychologists from.
Psychologists from.
The State Emergency Service.
Are working at the scene.
And have provided support.
To 36 victims.
Fifteen blocks of flats.
And 16 private houses.
Have been damaged.
Have been damaged.
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 least 22 people.
Were killed.
As a result of.
An ‘orcs’ missile strike.
On a five-storey residential block.
In Pryluky.
In Pryluky.
On 7 October.
Among them were.
Entire families with children.
Among them were.
Entire families with children.
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,
A family living.
On the fifth floor.
– directly at the point of impact –
Was killed in the building.
Those killed were.
A 58-year-old woman.
Her 37-year-old daughter.
And her one-year-old grandson.
(1 year and 9 months).
(1 year and 9 months).
This was reported.
By the deceased’s godmother.
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.
According to her.
The 58-year-old was.
Looking after.
Her youngest grandson.
At home.
Whilst her daughter was.
Working at a local kiosk.
To support the family.
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.
Her daughter’s husband.
Was working abroad.
At the time.
Of the tragedy.
And is now rushing.
Back to Ukraine.
And is now rushing.
Back to Ukraine.
‘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?’
Rescuers recovered.
The bodies of her daughter.
And her young grandson.
From under the rubble.
At around 12:00.
At around 12:00.
Rescuers recovered.
From under the rubble.
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?’
Only her daughter’s.
Eldest daughter managed.
To survive at the time.
Of the strike.
The girl was in a room.
Overlooking the courtyard.
She has now been.
Taken in by relatives.
‘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 Chairman of.
The Board of Ukrzaliznytsia.
Also stated.
On his Facebook page.
That the ‘orcs’ strike.
Had claimed the lives of.
Had claimed the lives of.
An entire railway worker’s family.
“A rocket killed.
Our train driver.
His wife and.
Their two children.”
Their two children.
– an 8-year-old son and.
A 13-year-old daughter –
At home.”
‘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
He noted that.
This family was.
“A veritable railway dynasty”.
“A veritable railway dynasty”.
Other railway workers.
In the city have had.
Their homes destroyed.
Their homes destroyed.
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,
“But they happened.
To be on duty.
At the station.
And survived.”
“That’s the main thing.
We’ll help with the property.
…I was so pleased.
This morning that.”
“The damage to.
The railway infrastructure.
Had been quickly repaired.
And everyone had survived.”
“But it turns out.
The night turned out.
To be absolutely dark and horrific.
For our railway family!”
‘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
The ‘elf’ Minister.
Of Internal Affairs.
Wrote that a policewoman.
Had been wounded.
In Pryluky.
“Her husband.
Who until recently.
Had been fighting.”
“On the front line.
As part of the police force.
And her mother.
Were killed.”
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.
The Chernihiv Regional Police.
Have confirmed.
The death of their colleague.
A veteran.
Until recently.
The 47-year-old man.
Had been fighting.
On the front line.
As part of the Chernihiv.
Regional Police Rifle Battalion.
Due to health reasons.
The officer had recently resigned.
The veteran, the police said.
Began working in.
The internal affairs services.
In 2001.
‘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.’
“He began his career as.
A criminal investigation officer.
In Pryluky.
Where he subsequently served.”
“In 2024.
He joined the rifle battalion.
Of the Main Directorate.
Of the National Police.”
“In Chernihiv Oblast.
And played a direct role.
In defending Ukraine.
Against ‘orcs’ invaders.”
They also noted that.
The police officers’.
Three-year-old niece was.
Injured in the attack.
‘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 head of Naftogaz stated.
On his social media accounts.
That company employees also.
Lived in the building.
“As of this moment.
We know of one colleague.
Who has died.”
Who has died.”
“My sincere condolences.
“My sincere condolences.
To her family.
And loved ones.”
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.
The Chairman of the Board.
Of JSC “Ukrnafta” wrote that.
A painter with anti-corrosion.
Protection brigade No. 6.
Of the Pryluky group.
“Ukrnafta-Bud”.
Had been killed.
In Pryluky.
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.’
As of 21:00.
20 people are known.
To have died.
Including five children.
A further 55 people.
Have been injured.
Including seven children.
Including seven children.
The death toll may rise.
The death toll may rise.
As the rubble is.
Still being cleared.
‘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,
Other residential buildings.
A children’s and.
Youth creative centre.
A business premises.
And cars have also been.
Damaged in the town.
A three-day period.
Of mourning.
A three-day period.
Of mourning.
Has been declared.
In the town.
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
*Because I read “Загинули цілі родини з дітьми. Що відомо про жертв удару Росії по Прилуках (Entire families with children died. What is known about the victims of the Russian strike on Pryluky?)” and “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) ” both on 7 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, including reports from “Suspilne Chernihiv”, a story of Viktoriya, Kateryna, Sashko (Oleksandr), Larysa, and Olga, a story of Pertsovsky, a story of Maksym, a photo by Alina, a story of Oleg, a story of Fedorenko, a story of Kukura about Lyudmila, led by ‘THROUGH the LOOKING-GLASS’ written by Lewis Carroll, you know.
Please read the original stories on the BBC news Ukraine:
Загинули цілі родини з дітьми. Що відомо про жертв удару Росії по Прилуках – BBC News Україна
