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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

minutes I was granted the last meeting with her. Svetlana lay in the coffin and this sight
looked so desperately unnatural to me, but it was real. A couple of days earlier I had
cut off some of Svetlana’s hair. Being not sure whether I could do that once again, I
asked the funeral parlour employee to do the same thing. Before he closed the lid of
the coffin forever, he cut off some of her hair and I asked him to cut off her ponytail
fully, which he did, whereupon I arranged her hair so that Svetlana’s face was
beautifully framed by her wonderful hair even after such a "haircut"… Svetlana’s
hair…

Several years ago a French hairdresser had given her a very bad hair-do, probably
being jealous of her beautiful hair. Later she had to have another hair-cut to repair the
damage and her hair became too short. Svetlana asked me then whether I could grow
her hair, like Richard did to his beloved Kahlan from Terry Goodkind’s The Sword of
Truth series. I said "why not" and began to work with her hair. Despite continuous
stress which does not favour rapid growth at all, but on the contrary often becomes the
reason for its shedding, I succeeded in making it grow.
Svetlana’s death prevented me from growing her hair the way she had wanted.
Nevertheless, I managed to do a lot for that. Ten days prior to her murder, she sat before
the web-camera and loosened her wonderful wavy hair. It shimmered in the dim light
of a reading-lamp and cascaded down her shoulders and breast. Svetlana said that her
hair was already below her waist and continued to grow which surprised even her. She
also said that she could finally get it the shape she wanted and then I could continue
growing it. And now once again her wonderful hair was cut by a clumsy hand, this time
not out of malice…

When Svetlana’s body was moved into the coffin, her hands appeared uncovered
and I took her right hand which easily yielded. I kissed it and then took her fingers and
crossed with mine and pressed them against my face. There was no rigor mortis in her
fingers whatsoever, they were just cool and remained flexible, as any living person’s.
Probably, later the church would wish to declare her relics imperishable, but nobody
ever will be able to use Svetlana’s body for their own ends. She wanted her body burnt
after her death according to our ancestors’ customs.
Ten minutes later a police commissioner sealed the coffin when the lid was firmly
screwed down as she watched and it was transferred to the crematorium. We followed
it in our car and entered the coordinates of the funeral parlour into our GPS. The
ceremony was to begin in three hours and we decided to come back to the Château,
where Frederic was waiting for us with the flowers which I asked her to order.
December 1 was the day of our wedding anniversary; it was 19 years in 2010 and I
asked Frederic to buy 19 lemon and green orchids. Svetlana loved orchids, especially
those, with enormous wonderful flowers. Moreover, Svetlana’s birthday was on
December 15 and I asked to order an enormous bouquet of yellow roses…

Few people attended the farewell ceremony–only those who already knew about
her death. I did not inform our friends about the funeral and few gathered in the funeral
hall at 2 p.m. I laid all the flowers on Svetlana’s coffin, as did others who came to see
her off on her last journey. Everything was covered in beautiful flowers. She was a
wonderful flower of Life herself and left us surrounded by beauty. The funeral parlour

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