‘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?’
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?’
In Lutsk.
Six people were killed.
When debris.
From a drone struck.
The “Eurogurt”.
Wholesale warehouse.
In Lutsk.
Six people were killed.
‘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!’
“Today, during yet.
Another attack.
By enemy UAVs.
On Volyn.”
“A fire broke out.
At one of.
The grocery shops.
In Lutsk.”
“A building.
On Sobornosti Avenue.
Was also damaged.”
The Volyn Regional Police stated.
At least 11 people.
Were injured.
At least 11 people.
Were injured.
‘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
The fire has been.
Brought under control.
And emergency services.
Are continuing.
To clear the rubble.
And deal with the aftermath.
To clear the rubble.
And deal with the aftermath.
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,
There was a major fire.
On Konyakina Street.
At the ‘Eurogurt’.
Wholesale warehouse.
The fire engulfed.
The entire building.
Debris also damaged.
Debris also damaged.
A flat.
On the ninth floor.
Of a residential block.
On Sobornosti Avenue.
‘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 Air Force reported that.
A jet-powered suicide drone.
Had struck the city.
Shortly before 12 noon.
“There are currently.
12 people in hospital.
All are receiving.
Medical treatment.”
“One person remains.
In a critical condition.”
Wrote the head of the Volyn.
Regional State Administration.
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 day before.
On 13 October.
The roof of the ‘Adrenaline City’.
Cultural and entertainment centre.
In Lutsk.
Caught fire after debris.
From an ‘orcs’ jet drone.
Fell on it.
‘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.’
Part of the art project.
At the Korsaks’ Museum of.
Contemporary ‘elves’ Art.
Was damaged.
The museum’s other.
Galleries and artworks.
Were unharmed.
The museum’s founder noted.
‘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 Rivne.
Five people were injured.
When a drone crashed.
In a residential area.
Including a child.
Born in 2012.
Four private cars and the roof.
Of a three-storey residential block.
Caught fire.
And windows were smashed.
A neighbouring residential building.
Was also damaged.
Rescuers pulled a woman.
From the rubble.
And handed her over.
To medics.
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.
‘Mordor’ has recently.
Stepped up its air strikes.
On western regions.
Of Ukraine.
Which had previously.
Been out of reach of.
Jet-powered drones.
Jet-powered drones.
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.’
‘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,
*Because I read “Росія вдарила по Луцьку – шестеро загиблих. Влучила у магазин продуктів (Russia strikes Lutsk – six dead. Hits grocery store)” on 14 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 вдарила по Луцьку – шестеро загиблих. Влучила у магазин продуктів – BBC News Україна
