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Kharkiv is often perceived as a Trojan horse of Ukraine — so many insidious surprises are hidden in the city where the author of this book lives. It is remembered as grey, like the railway station buildings, because it was most often seen long ago and in passing.

The central square has its own suburbs and steppe paths, so the author opens the collection with a section-quote «Christmas Tree for Goldfinches» — several poems from previous collections, written mainly in his native village of Nova Vodolaha in Kharkiv region.

This book invites you to imagine a different old city (with a horse's head on one of its former coats of arms) and Kharkiv in 2013-2015, a time of worldview confrontations and creeping war. Hence the chapter «Flowers of the Frontline Winter».