OPENING WORD BY THE AUTHOR: The author of the following text is not a florist or even a botanist, so that he could thoroughly study the flowers growing in the swamp. And he does not hide this; his idea of colors does not extend beyond the set of information included in the general education school curriculum. Although when developing individual points of your text that are directly or indirectly related to the so-called. swamp living world, he had to study in detail some publications posted on the Internet. The author is inclined to believe that the human community is in many ways most like a muddy swamp, which is saturated with the dung of hostility and ignorance of entire generations. Therefore, everywhere he fights against any manifestation of ignorance, exposing it everywhere. Swamp life, in his understanding, is intended to personify the image of the periphery: in the thinking and action of the corresponding subjects - naturally from among the human stream. The title of the work contains a purely allegorical premise. It reflects a mention of the recent past of Russian society. This is the most difficult episode in the life of the novel’s heroes, which essentially coincided with the period of degradation of Russian society after the tragic collapse of the USSR. It is this post-Soviet period of Russian life that acts as a kind of suffocating (with its poisonous atmosphere) whirlpool, where only evil spirits, devils and morons are found everywhere; simpler - mutants of a mentally atrophied society! Mention of such a topic within the opus offered to the reader’s attention is purely symbolic in nature, and is most associated with metaphor rather than with botany. And the opus itself, at best, can be regarded as a third-person tale. For the proposed text, in fact, acts as a continuous territory of allegory, and the author’s thought flies over this territory, rejecting all the trivial baseness of modern life. Everything in it is true, but not everything is about the author. It is also worth noting that, in its design, this work to a certain extent echoes another publication of the author - “Prose. "Ru as a bitter reproach to today's Russia"