“As the anaesthetic began to wear off.
The ‘elf’ soldier.
Let out a low wail.
In the back of the ambulance.
Then fumbled with his oxygen mask.
And swore as he mumbled:
“Give me my rifle.”
A scrawny, mud-flecked 19-year-old...”(Kurama)
"How to be a good partisan.
“Be grumpy,” is one suggestion.
A faceless, hooded figure alongside a warning:
“Kherson: The partisans see everything.”
At the mouth of the Dnipro River.
On the Black Sea coast.
Kherson found itself occupied.
With barely a shot being fired..."(Kurama)
"Against a backdrop.
Of muffled booms.
From the frontlines.
To the south and east.
People sank to their knees.
And threw roses.
In front of the van.
As it inched past them..."(Kurama)
“Many ‘elves’ who remain.
Behind the ‘orcs’ front line.
In the occupied territories.
Are anxiously waiting for this counter-offensive.
“We're euphoric.
When Ukraine hits the occupied territories.”
A resident of Melitopol in the south says.
“It means that Ukraine has not forgotten us.”...”(Kurama)
"On Monday ‘Gandalf the Green’ raised the ‘elves’ flag.
In the recently-liberated city of Izyum.
The closer you get to Izyum.
The more evidence there is of ‘orcs’ rapid retreat.
‘Elves’ soldiers are grouped.
By the roadside near the city.
Inspecting the spoils of war.
With broad smiles..."(Kurama)
"A heavily pregnant woman.
Being carried.
On a stretcher.
Through the rubble.
After the maternity hospital.
In Mariupol was bombed.
It has become a defining photograph.
Of the war in the Ukraine..."(Kurama)
"Now I run for the border.
I ran away from Kherson.
Now I run for my dear life.
I ran away from the terror..."(Kurama)
"The exhumation was conducted mostly in silence.
As police and prosecutors looked on.
One officer put his head in his hands.
Another walked away.
Emergency workers wore blue plastic coverings.
In a pine forest at the edge of Izyum.
The stench of death filled the air.
As a mass exhumation got under way..."(Kurama)
"He lost his mum.
He lost his dad.
He lost his two grandparents.
Last October.
They were all killed.
In a missile attack.
On his village of Hroza.
In north-eastern Ukraine..."(Kurama)
"On a day.
On a cold day.
On a land.
On a snowy land.
Keep an eye.
Keep an eagle eye.
Call a name.
Call a dear name.
And wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Far away..."(Kurama)
"He moved his elderly mother.
To Dnipro last year.
Believing it to be a safer place.
To live during the war.
On Saturday 40 people.
Were killed in the strike.
He is a son in search of his mother.
Who is still missing..."(Kurama)
"One missile hit close.
While the other struck.
The mall in the centre of Kremenchuk.
“We were working.”
At 16:00 on Monday.
“We thought we were far away from the frontier.”..."(Kurama)
"In a shrinking, brackish pool of water.
Within earshot of Ukraine's front lines.
Two small fish gasped and flopped.
In the midday heat.
Around them, vast expanses of.
Mud and rock were exposed to the sun.
A huge grain barge lay.
Sprawled across a nearby sandbank..."(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)
“She was getting dressed.
To leave their house.
When “both doors were smashed out.
By the explosion wave”.
“I ran outside.
And saw that the garage was destroyed.
Everything was on fire.
Glass shards everywhere.”...”(Kurama)
"No face, no name.
But minds.
Welcome to secret classes.
In Melitopol.
Like millions of other ‘elves’.
In the early weeks of.
‘Orcs’ full-scale invasion of Ukraine.
She was forced from her home...°(Kurama)
"Was it only blind bad luck?
Vanished. What does that mean?
Was it only blind bad luck?
Disappeared. What was that cause?
A father went out on an errand,
and didn't return.
In the village of Hurivshchyna.
She is waiting for her father..."(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)
"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)
"It was a beautiful sunny day.
And she was smiling.
Pushing her pink chair.
In front of her.
Her pink pushchair lies on its side.
Smeared with blood on a strip of grass.
Outside the ruins of the Jubilee building.
On 14 July..."(Kurama)
