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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

her child to death... You are a monster, Madonna!

This was precisely how I felt! But should I save Anna, she would never forgive
me, on the other hand, letting her die in fire, I betrayed her as her mother. Was there
any way out of this vicious circle? There was none. I sincerely began to think that
hundreds of those who fought, who believed and in whom the truth burned so brightly
died, as if there was nobody to save them...
I remembered Magdalena... Radomir... Vesta... How badly they hindered the
Thinking Dark ones! How all-consuming the hatred in the hearts of the killers, who
destroyed their Light Lives, must be.

– Mother! Wake up, mother! – I heard Anna’s agitated voice. – Are you all
right, mother? I just nodded, understanding that I must summon my strength
and go.

The carriage which carried me was comfortable and soft. That which carried my
poor Anna was made of rough planks and slightly bearded logs. Her hands tied by
rough cordes to the logs rubbed against them, and I saw how thorns every now and
then pierced her maimed skin, cruelly hurting her, but Anna only smiled. Her
consciousness was long since beyond the verge of reality, very far away, where pain
already did not matter, because it could not get her anymore...
Finally we reached the little square where my father had died several months
ago... The memory of that still brightly lived in my heart, refusing to fade... And today
Anna’s fate was about to join to these mournful recollections! I could not believe it! I
could not accept it with either my mind or my heart! But it was happening. It was real
and Caraffa personified that reality.

– Well, Isidora, I am extremely disappointed in you. You are not what I imagined
and you are not worthy of being loved…
He scorched me with his gaze full of hatred and waved his hand, ordering it to
begin.
I looked at a frightful "show", feeling nothing, understanding nothing... It seemed
that somebody had "switched off" all my feelings, feeling sorry for my dying soul...

Someone still wanted me to live.
– I am sorry, Isidora. I lost. I cannot help you. The White Volkhv said no to me. –
A tender voice pronounced quietly.
Sever stood behind my back. I only nodded, unable to say anything. The last hope
disappeared. The only thing that was left for Anna was to die with dignity...

I looked at her, wishing to memorize every line of her wonderful face. Turning
into stone and becoming deaf, I absorbed her light which flowed and filled with its
golden stream all people around... Unexpectedly, as if they felt it, people became silent.
And in a short while the square exploded with with loud cries:
– Mercy upon her!!! Save her youth! Let the girl go!!! Murderers! Spare the child!

A fragile hope glimmered in my heart, but Caraffa cruelly strangled it at once. He
angrily waved his hand, ordering to begin the execution.
Anna stood at a post light and pure, as if the terrible reality did not touch her. She

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