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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

and pain. Axel was mortally pale and, pressing his forehead to the window-pane,
watched with horror at what was happening outside... He heard the noisy crowd and
repeated one and the same words, being in a horrific trance:

– My Soul, I could not save you... Please, forgive me, my dearest... Lord, help
her; give her strength to bear it!
– Axel, please! You must pull yourself together for her sake. Please, I beg you,
be prudent! – His old friend tried compassionately to persuade him.

– Prudent? What prudence are you talking about, Marguerite, when the whole
world has gone mad?! – Axel exclaimed. – Why her? For what; what has she done to
them?!

Margaret unfolded a little sheet of paper and pronounced, obviously not knowing
how to ease his pain:
– Calm down, dear Axel. You’d better listen to this: "I love you, my friend...
Don’t worry about me. The only thing I miss now is your letters. Probably we are not
fated to meet again... Farewell, my most beloved and most loving of all..."

It was the Queen’s last letter which Axel had read thousands of times, but for
some reason it sounded even more painful when a stranger pronounced the bitter lines.
– What is it? What happens there? – I asked impatiently, unable to restrain
my inquiring mind.

– The beautiful Queen dies... They are going to execute her now. – Stella sadly
answered.
– Why don’t we see anything? – I asked again.
– Oh, believe me. You don’t want to look at it. – The girl shook her head.

– What a pity! She is so unhappy... How unfair is all that.
– Nevertheless, I would like to see... – I asked.

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