Not Martial Arts but Minerva's Arts. Through a Struggle, be guided by Philosophy, Faith, Art, and Science. Like a Forest from the Olive Tree that Athena, goddess of Wisdom, offered the Greek people a long time ago.
Through the Looking-Glass. And what Alice found there. The chessmen were walking about. Two and two! Through the Looking-Glass. And what Alice found there. White Pawn to play. And win in eleven moves. ‘For instance, now,’ ‘There’s the King’s Messenger. ‘He’s in prison now. Being punished;’ ‘And the trial doesn’t even. Begin […]
However, on second thoughts, she made up her mind to go on: ‘for I certainly won’t go back,’ she thought to herself, and this was the only way to the Eighth Square. ‘This must be the wood,’ she said thoughtfully to herself, ‘where things have no names. I wonder I wonder what’ll […]
She is from. A village. In ‘elves’ southern. Zaporizhzhia region. It was occupied. At the start of. The full-scale invasion. Of 2022. Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu; He’ll shape his old course in a country new. She is now. In the UK. But her parents are. Still […]
Fortune, good night: smile once more; turn thy wheel! turn thy wheel! “You won’t like. What I’ve got to say. People like you kill. If you tell them the truth.” “If you tell them the truth.” One person told you. Via direct message. On social media. Take vantage, heavy eyes, […]
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. ‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jujub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!’ “‘Orcs’ are trying to. Ban everything. ‘Elves’ […]
The Mavka diaries. Vividly illustrated stories. Written by individual members. And published by the group. On social media. Present poignant accounts. Of life under ‘orcs’. War and occupation. ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. […]
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. ‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jujub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!’ Somewhere in the streets. Of ‘orcs’-occupied Simferopol. […]
The Queen propped her up against a tree, and said kindly, ‘You may rest a little now.’ Alice looked round her in great surprise. ‘Why, I do believe we’ve been under this tree the whole time! Everything’s just as it was!’ ‘Of course it is,’ said the Queen: ‘what would you have it?’ […]
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 […]
“O Oysters, come and walk with us!” The Walrus did beseech. “A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, Along the briny beach: We cannot do with more than four, To give a hand to each.” ‘Elves’ residents say. The way ‘Mordor’ wants the world. To see Mariupol is. Very different from the reality. […]
