Author: Kurama

The White Queen gave a deep sigh, and laid her head on Alice’s shoulder. ‘I am so sleepy!’ she moaned. ‘She’s tired, poor thing!’   said the Red Queen. ‘Smooth her hair – lend her your nightcap – and sing her a soothing lullaby.’   ‘I haven’t got a nightcap with me,’ said Alice, as […]

‘Nothing!’ Alice said impatiently. ‘I’ve been knocking at it!’ ‘I’ve been knocking at it!’   ‘Shouldn’t do that – shouldn’t do that –’ the Frog muttered. ‘Wexes it, you know.’   Then he went up and gave the door a kick with one of his great feet.   ‘You let it alone,’ he panted out, […]

After a while the noise seemed gradually to die away, till all was dead silence,   and Alice lifted up her head in some alarm. There was no one to be seen, and her first thought was that   she must have been dreaming about the Lion and the Unicorn and those queer Anglo-Saxon Messengers. […]

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   it was more likely to be a wild beast. ‘Are there any lions or tigers about here?’ she asked timidly.   ‘It’s only the […]

‘Hush-a-by lady, in Alice’s lap! Till the feast’s ready, we’ve time for a nap;   When the feast’s over, we’ll go to the ball – Red Queen, and White Queen, and Alice, and all!     By day. Kyiv can often feel. Far from the front line. Far from the front line.   But at […]

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,   and looked up […]

‘Kitty, can you play chess? Now, don’t smile, my dear, I’m asking it seriously. Because, when we were playing just now,   you watched just as if you understood it: and when I said “Check!” you purred!   Well, it was a nice check, Kitty, and really I might have won, if it hadn’t been […]

They placed themselves close to where Hatta, the other Messenger, was standing watching the fight,   with a cup of tea in one hand and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other.   ‘He’s only just out of prison, and he hadn’t finished his tea when he was sent in,’ Haigha whispered to Alice:   […]

But the provoking kitten only began on the other paw, and pretended it hadn’t heard the question.     We’re working. Working, working… But we can see spring. As we walk to work…   And we’re holding on!!! And we pray for our victory… And we pray for our victory… And we’re holding on!!!   […]

This feather stirs; she lives! If it be so, It is a chance   which does redeem all sorrows That ever I have felt. This feather stirs; she lives!     An ‘orcs’ drone attack. On a market. An ‘orcs’ drone attack. On a market.   In southern Ukraine. Has killed five people. And injured […]