"Today we celebrate the Day of.
Dignity and Freedom.
A holiday that shows that for us.
Dignity and freedom is a holiday.
The answer to the question of.
Who ‘elves’ are and.
What is most important to them.
Dear people!.."(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)
"“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 face.
He has no doubt what he wants to do next.
“It could be both at the frontline or somewhere else.”
“I’ll help the army to bring victory over ‘orcs’ closer.”
A smiling 25-year-old soldier.
Suffered many injuries while trying to defend Mariupol..."
(Kurama)
“‘Orcs’ captured the land.
‘Orcs’ captured, but he’ll be back to.
‘Orcs’ captured the land.
He has been searching for.
His brother for nearly two years.
His brother is one of thousands.
Of ‘elves’ civilians...”(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)
“He has the sort of chuckle.
That's hard to resist.
Deep and treacly and mischievous.
“I'm still alive.”
He said, tilting his head.
To one side in his wheelchair.
Like a spectator marvelling at.
Someone else's magic trick...”(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)
"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..."(Kurama)
"My heart is jumping.
In front of our bus...
My heart is jumping.
In front of our bus...
I'll see my dear son.
I'll see my dear son.
My dear son has been in the hospital.
He was injured in a heavy battle..."(Kurama)
"Where is the board?
Caissa is with me.
Art, only art.
Her ruthless breast can move.
Endless bombardment.
Without water and food.
Trapped or luring?
Playing chess..."(Kurama)
“Her only thought.
When her husband was wounded.
Was to get to.
His bedside.
“I just wanted.
To be with him.
To touch him.
To say that he's not alone.”...”(Kurama)
“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)
““We can professionally.
Control the ‘Ring’.
But we are helpless in the face.
Of people's irresponsibility and madness.”
On Independence Day.
On that Wednesday.
An extensive fire burning.
In the immediate vicinity of the ‘Ring’ in Zaporizhzhia...”(Kurama)
"He carries on farming as shells explode.
On the nearby frontline.
A boom, like distant thunder rolled.
Over the wheat fields due west of Slovyansk.
Perched on his seat in a combine harvester.
He could see clouds of smoke.
From missiles hitting an industrial area.
Then another, thinner plume from ‘orcs’ on the frontline..."(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)
““I live on the seventh floor.
The rocket hit the fifth floor.
Early this morning, at around five.
But I'm fine.”
A 73-year-old retired businessman.
And the only remaining resident.
Of a large apartment block.
On the edge of town...”(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)
