Author: Kurama

“In Lysychansk, if you are alive. It’s a good day,” now almost in ‘orcs’ hands. Leaving nothing but scorched earth. ‘Mordor’ is erasing history.   Some still trying to get out of their homes. Rushing to board an armoured truck. Scattering and ducking for cover. At the sound of another shell.   A woman wandering […]

The true extent of the horror is hard to uncover. The true existence of the hellhole is hard to uncover.   Telliing as her eyes water. She fled Mariupol just two weeks ago. With the help of her daughter.   “Dead bodies everywhere. People were lying near every house. No one took them away.”   […]

Irpin is on the doorstep of Kyiv. A haven for families before the war.     In a red coat for four weeks. In a street of the leafy town.   Lying where she’d been trampled once. Under the wheels of ‘orcs’ armoured vehicles.   In a red coat for four weeks. Not once but […]

For the passion to the skies. The Sviatohirsk Lavra ablaze.   A wooden monastery. All Saints Monastery. Prayers engulfed. Upon Holy Hill.   For the passion to the skies. The Sviatohirsk Lavra ablaze.   A wooden monastery. All Saints Monastery. Flames engulfed. Upon Holy Hill.   For the passion to the skies. The Sviatohirsk Lavra […]

‘Orcs’ captured the land. ‘Orcs’ captured, but she’s back to. ‘Orcs’ captured the land.   From her native Mariupol almost to ‘Mordor’. She miraculously returned to Kyiv through ‘Gandalf the Green’.   She smiles and doesn’t let go of her grandpa. So that no one would kidnap her anymore.   The most precious thing with […]

Pummelling surrounding villages. Forcing thousands to flee. ‘Orcs’ are on the outskirts. To the east and south.   She has decided. For her youngest children. It’s time to leave Mykolaiv. To hug and goodbye.   As the bombardment continues. She can’t let them play outside. There is shelling every day. She wants them to be […]

For the freedom. For the freedom of the entire civilised world.   The light and the darkness. The light and the darkness between ‘Mordor’ and the entire world.   Three months a soldier. Three months a soldier had put university on hold.   Engaged he believes. Engaged he believes in the mission of his life. […]

‘Orcs’ captured the land. ‘Orcs’ captured, but he’s back to. ‘Orcs’ captured the land.     “I am ready to continue my fight.” In a hospital bed in his home city, Poltava.   His pelvis is supported by metal scaffolding. His recovery should take around eight months.   Despite the concerned look on his mother’s […]

To flee the heavily-bombed city. My “craziest journey” by bicycle unharmed.   From Severodonetsk to Bakhmut. At least two air strikes near me.   There were holes on the road. Everything there was smashed up.   It’s a frontline road, after all. Thank God, there were no corpses.   If one shell landed close then […]

Sleep, my sweet heart. Sleep at home. You are my sweet heart. I am your sweet home.   Sleep, my sweet heart. Sleep at home. You are living on the breast. Today is another day.   You are living on the breast. You are living on lights. You are living on sounds. You are living […]