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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

Her voice was cracked and so sad! I would give myself one hundred times, if only
she lived!
But regrettably it was not we who commanded our fate – lying and mean ones did…

– Mother, will you forgive me for not being able to help you? I tried so much... but
I failed. – Anna whispered. – I feel so guilty!
Somebody's wicked invisible hand squeezed my throat. I could not utter a word

of answer. My soul screamed, but nobody heard it...
How could I outlive such a torture?!!
How could I watch the only one left in my life die, my marvellous girl, blood of
my blood who gave such happiness to people in her short life that others could not in
all their long ones?
What EVIL could she have possibly done to Earth to be killed so brutally? What
has my light pure child done? She has not even had time to understand what LIFE
really is!

– Mother, look! The sun is rising!
Anna’s enormous eyes shone... I understood – she had overcome horror and pain.
She had crossed the border behind which a person feels no fear. She tried to pass with
dignity, as her Grandfather had asked her, just like he did.

– Destroy him, mother! You are alone now. Maybe Sever will help you. Caraffa
has no right to live. Destroy him, mother.
Guards appeared in the doorway. Anna got up, proudly tossing her long mane,
and fixed her ardent eyes on my face.
– Everything is all right, mother. I am not afraid. I am not afraid at all! They are
cowards.
They hate us and therefore they burn us. I love you, dear. I love you so much!

Caraffa stood on the threshold.
Oh, how much I hated him!!! If hatred could kill, he would be dead a long time
ago! But he continued to live... And I was going to die.

– I suppose that you keep sticking to your opinion?! – The "holy" Pope asked me,
attentively looking into my eyes, and on thinking a little, added: – Come on, Isidora!
This is your daughter that will die in fire! What’s wrong with you, Madonna!?
I found myself lying on somebody's hands. My brain refused to understand what
was happening and my poor heart threatened to stop unable to endure such pain...
Anna sadly looked into my eyes, trying to support... She was trying to calm me down!!!

– Where is your heart, Madonna? – Caraffa asked, openly exposing his bitternes.
– Are you really so bad a mother?
– Leave her alone, Caraffa. It is I who decides my own fate! – Anna angrily
shouted. – She will never comply with your request, no matter how strongly you wish
it! Get out!

A grimace of rage distorted Caraffa’s face. He sharply turned to leave the room
and hissed:
– Well, in this case I should not be better than you! You are a mother who sends

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