"Now can I talk about where I come from?
Now can I talk about where I come to?
Now can I talk about my homeland?
No, no, not yet, but I show you.
Now can I talk about my history?
No, no, not yet, but I show you..."(Kurama)
"Words terrify when they remain not spoken,
When suddenly, they tuck themselves away,
When you don’t known how silence can be broken,
For someone else has said all you might say..."(Lina Kostenko, translated by Ivan Doan)
"Residents of Bakhmut describe.
The city before the war.
As cosy and comfortable.
To live in.
The eastern ‘elves’ town of Bakhmut is now.
Known across the world as the site.
Of the longest and possibly bloodiest battle.
In ‘Mordor’’s war on Ukraine..."(Kurama)
"To the last stop.
Before the eastern front line.
Yes, there are soldiers.
Most look out of the window.
But there are also young families.
On their way back home.
This isn't just a route.
To the battlefield..."(Kurama)
«I can only pray all the time.
I can only pray all the time.
My son and his team are in Bakhmut now.
I cannot sleep.
I can only pray all the time.
I can only pray all the time.
My son and his team are in Bakhmut now.
I cannot work...»(Kurama)
"What is alive in the sky?
What is dead in the air?
You are keeping your eyes on Bakhmut.
You need 8 seconds to see Bakhmut.
What is sound in the earth?
What is silent in the mud?
You are keeping your eyes on Bakhmut.
You need 8 seconds to see Bakhmut..."(Kurama)
"Rescuers in Uman.
Pulled casualties.
From the rubble.
During Friday morning.
In Uman, a town.
That has been largely spared ‘orcs’ attack.
A nine-storey apartment building partially.
Collapsed after it was hit by a missile..."(Kurama)
““When you go to bed you see it;
The comrades I lost.
How I pulled them out with no limbs.
How they died in my arms.”
“This will stay with us.
For the rest of our lives.”
There is a darkness.
Etched across his eyes.
The eyes of a soldier.
Recently returned.
From the front line.
After 15 months of fighting...” (Kurama)
"In a bunker just outside.
The city limits of Bakhmut.
Ukraine's 77th Brigade direct artillery.
Fire to support their infantry.
Their last line of defence.
On the western edge of the city.
Ukraine is still clinging.
To the last few streets here..."(Kurama)
Kurama (Japan). «A poet ensuring» — a poem about war in Ukraine (Pavlo Kuzin was killed in Bakhmut)
"Suffering from shell-shock.
And with one arm bandaged.
He was the only soldier.
Still able to fight.
The 37-year-old fired.
At the waves of ‘orcs’ soldiers.
He was the only soldier.
Still able to fight..."(Kurama)
"The line of trees appears to fragment.
And disappear as it winds its way towards.
The ‘orcs’ positions on the outskirts of.
The small town of Velyka Novosilka.
On this front line.
‘Orcs’ eyes are always watching.
Waiting for.
An opportunity to attack..."(Kurama)
"Ukraine has ordered.
Some residents to leave Kupiansk.
As ‘Mordor’ seeks to re-take the city.
It left last year.
Kharkiv's regional authorities said.
Families with children and people.
“With limited mobility” must leave due to.
“Constant” shelling by ‘orcs’ forces..."(Kurama)
"It was in early September last year.
During Ukraine's grinding counter-offensive.
In the southern Kherson region.
That his war ended abruptly.
The soldier's tank drove.
Over a mine as it headed into combat.
When the 30-year-old regained consciousness.
He was surrounded by fire..."(Kurama)
Kurama (Japan). «Poets enjoying the onset of spring» — a poem about 2022 russian invasion of Ukraine
"The winter was very hard.
But it was now over.
Declared ‘Gandalf the Green’.
‘Elves’ are enjoying the onset of spring.
Ukraine still had heat.
And the country was unbreakable.
Was the message.
‘Elves’ are enjoying the onset of spring..."(Kurama)
"The best way to come back alive.
Is to stay low.
Hugging the ground.
And skimming the treetops.
Too low and you can be shot down.
By machine gun fire.
Too high and you can be detected.
By enemy air defence systems."(Kurama)
"Three days into.
‘Orcs’ invasion of Ukraine.
It was spotted by a satellite.
In the north of the country.
The very same morning.
In Bucha just outside Kyiv.
A 67-year-old was standing.
Outside his local supermarket..."(Kurama)
“Beneath his green helmet.
Dark shadows ringed his eyes.
He had been on his feet.
All night fighting.
Like many on Ukraine's eastern front.
He is both battle-hardened and war-weary.
“It's difficult.
People don't get enough sleep.”...”(Kurama)
“Every night I was going berserk.
Knowing that my son was lying out.
There in the freezing cold and.
There was nothing to cover him.”(Kurama)
“But if necessary.
We'll come back and repair.
The lines every day.
The people need light.”(Kurama)
"Long bursts of automatic gunfire.
Rattled across.
The grey, stubbled fields.
On the front line.
Between Soledar and.
The neighbouring town of Bakhmut.
During an intense gun and.
Artillery battle."(Kurama)
