On December 30, russia launched at least 6 strikes on Kharkiv. Buildings in the central part of the city are seriously damaged, a fire broke out on the spot.
Currently, at least 16 people are reported injured. This is happening the next day after a massive russian missile barrage in Ukraine.
This is a daily reminder that russia continues to target peaceful Ukrainian cities, trying to destroy them day by day. From the very start of the full-scale invasion Kharkiv continues to suffer from russian strikes, which are directed at residential buildings or historically important places.
UPD: Kharkiv Regional Military Administration reports about 21 injured due to the russian strikes.
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To the sound of the air raid warning, I would like to remind you that I can be killed by a russian missile at any time and I will no longer be able to draw for you, unfortunately
Link where you can find out what you can do for Ukraine
I hope I will live to see the morning and continue to create for you
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First encounter
Ch. 1 This is how it all began. [Masterlist]
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On your first night at the Grand Palace, you fall asleep in your bed and wake up in a meadow.
You gasp, and you stumble, then you realize what has happened. You sleepwalked out of your room, out of the gates, up the hill above the palace grounds.
You guess by your dirty nightgown and scratched arms that it must have not been an easy way. You shiver, then look up.
A thin crescent moon is still lingering in the sky, although you can already see the first flashes of dawn. You are here, alone, and you cannot resist. You lift your head to call upon it.
If he had been just a few seconds late, he would have caught you in the act. But you see him first, and you freeze.
He is dressed in black, riding a dark horse, looking at you.
Shadows. Monsters. Blood.
Memories of your nightmares suddenly get hold of you. The man is Grisha, and they told you about him.
He could say a million things, but he says: "Are you lost?"
"No", you answer. You don't know why you said that.
He doesn't move. "You are not Grisha", he mumbles, so low you can barely hear him. He seems confused for a second, then he speaks again. "What are you doing here?"
You try not to feel so cold. "The same as you, a morning stroll". You pause, then add. "Sir".
You can swear he doesn't buy any of it, but he seems to recall his manners, now. He takes his horse a few steps back. "These are Little Palace's grounds. You shouldn't be here... milady".
"Huh?"
"You are not Grisha", he says again, this time louder. It sounds more like a question.
You are used to lie, but this time you just can't. So you say: "I'll better be going, now. Have a good day".
You turn your back at the Darkling and begin to find your way in the woods, hoping he wouldn't come after you, hoping he doesn't see through you.
You don't look back, and he doesn't follow you. The morning light is shining, now, and if he sends shadows after you, you can't tell.
Your heart is pounding in your chest.
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говорила мне бабка лютая, коромыслом от злости гнутая: "не дремить тебе в люльке дитятко, не белить тебе пряжи вытканной, царевать тебе под заборами, целовать тебе, внучка – ворона";
точно облако, побелела я – вынимайте рубашку белую, жеребка не гоните черного, не поите попа соборного. вы кладите меня под яблоней, без моления да без ладана.
благодарствие за совет да за милость царскую, за карманы твои порожние, да за песни твои осторожные, за позор пополам со смутою, за любовь за твою, за лютую.
как ударит соборный колокол, завлокут меня черти волоком. я за чаркой, с тобою роспитой, говорила, скажу и господу – что любила тебя, мальчоночка, пуще славы, да пуще солнышка.
(с) Анна Пингина – Говорила мне
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