“Through the corpses and pain, it is breaking through by the Hyacinth“ Eternal February ”; The sun is buzzing over zenith; granous letters in polytagite; Zenit is burning. " Where have you been these 8 years? To the question, the cliche of political propaganda gives its answer to Lasha Chargazya in the collection of poems-about the eternal February, aggressive polytagites and constraining fear.