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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova.   Revelation

                  One day I heard the voice I wished to hear most in the world:

                  – Mother!  Oh,  mother,  I  worried  so  much
                  about you! It was my sweet child... My Anna!

                  To my utter surprise I wanted to see Caraffa! Most likely my heart tortured by
            misfortunes and sufferings wished to harden. As usual, I did not expect too long...
                  It was a warm and light morning. The smell of jasmine wafted through the open
            window. The sun tenderly and proudly shone, as if telling me that it was time to get
            back to LIFE. I lay, still helpless, but quickly gaining the strength, which my last and
            only aim required...
                  The door noiselessly opened. Caraffa quietly entered the room.

                  But what was that? What could have happened to him? The Pope’s face was weary
            and old and grown lean. His eyes were feverish... It seemed that Caraffa had aged by
            twenty years!!! What could have exhausted him so terribly?
                  – At last you awoke, Madonna?! Thank God! I had lost any hope of seeing you
            alive! My doctors gave way to despair! They said that your brain went into darkness...
            that you would never return. Oh, I am so glad! I greet you, Madonna!

                  Dumbfounded  by  the  stream  of  his  stormy  delight,  I  could  not  utter  a  word.
            Unexpectedly the Pope began to fuss and on growling out that he would come later,
            darted out of the room...
                  What could that mean? Was it a proof that he sincerely worried about my health?
            Or he simply was afraid that if I die now, his dream will never come true? I think that
            only he was able to understand himself. I decided not to rack my brain concerning his
            person and again submerged into a saving dream.
                   I did not know how many days my escape into "between worlds" lasted. Was it
            days or weeks, and whether it mattered at all? The most important thing was that it
            helped me to endure the loss of my girl and not to break. The rest was not important.
            Now I was absolutely alone and had no reason whatsoever to worry about my family.
            They all, killed by Caraffa, went to the best world... I could fully dedicate myself to
            revenge without being afraid of the consequences, because now he could kill only me
            alone.

                  Unexpectedly a terrible thing happened! Stella, Isidora, Anna and everything that
            surrounded me disappeared!!! I felt that a huge vacuum cleaner pulled me in and  I
            appeared in my usual physical world, where my indignant grandmother waited for me.
            As usual I jumped into my abandoned physical body... or rather I tried to jump. The
            feeling was terribly unpleasant! I felt as if my poor spirit smashed into a cold iron
            barrier. I cried out in my fright and stared at my grandmother.
                  – I cannot enter for some reason! Something keeps me out!

                  Indeed it was very scary. I saw my frozen physical body which simply did not
            want to let me in! I knew that I was not dead, but for some reason I failed to get into
            it.
                  – Granny! Please, help!!! – I cried being scared out of my wits.
                  Or rather it was my spirit that cried and nobody except my grandmother heard it.



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