Yuri Polyakov’s new book carries a charge of ironic cheerfulness, which will certainly touch many citizens from the category of those whom the author called the migratory elite. And we’re not even talking about the rulers of liberal thought, urgently leaving Rus', which has suddenly become unkind to them, for the shores of foggy Albion or sunny Brighton Beach. The comparison of the famous writer is much harsher. “I always thought that after devouring everything in one place, it is the locusts who fly to another, not the national elite,” he writes. “The migratory elite is a special feature of the new Russia.” All works included in the publication are aimed at those who, like locusts, are devouring our Motherland, leaving behind scorched earth and scorched souls. But as a warning, this book is addressed primarily to the Russian people who are resisting this devastation.