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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

There was only a drunken and agitated mob, roaring with laughter, which had just
needed to unleash its beastly malice on somebody…

At last Axel’s pure, worn out with suffering, soul was free and flew away to join
his light and only love, who had been waiting for him for so many long years...
Here was how very cruelly (again) the life of a man called Axel, who Stella and

I had not known before but who became so
dear to us, was over. He was the same little boy
which, on living for just five short years, could
perform the only and most shocking feat in his life,
of which any adult could be proud...
– It’s terrible! – I whispered in shock. – Why
did they do such things?
– I don’t know... – Stella whispered too. – For
some reason people back then were very wicked;
worse even than beasts... I looked at it so many
times to understand why, but I could not...
– the girl shook her head. – They did not listen to
their mind, simply killed and for some reason crushed every beautiful thing too …

– What about Axel’s children or wife? – I asked, recuperating from shock.
– He never married. He always loved only his Queen. – Stella answered with
tears in her eyes.

Suddenly a thought flashed through my mind. I understood who we had just seen
and so worried about! It was the French queen Marie Antoinette. Recently (and very
briefly!) we studied her tragic life in a history lesson and our teacher strongly
approved of her execution, considering such a frightful end very "correct and
instructive"... apparently, because of all history subjects, he mostly specialized in
teaching "Communism"…
Despite the sadness I felt after what I had seen, my soul rejoiced! I could not
believe the unexpected happiness that came like a bolt from the blue! I had waited
for this for such a long time! It was the first time that I, at last, saw something that
could be easily checked and I almost squeaked with the puppyish delight which
seized me! Certainly, I was not so glad because I disbelieved what constantly
happened to me. On the contrary, I always knew that everything I went through was
real. Probably, like any ordinary human being and child, in particular, I, nevertheless
needed sometimes even the simplest confirmation that I was still in my senses, had
not gone mad, and could prove to myself that everything that was happening to me
was not a figment of my imagination or fiction, but purely real fact described or
seen by other people. Therefore such a discovery was a real gift for me!

I already knew beforehand that, as soon as I came home, I would at once rush to
the municipal library to gather everything I could find about poor Marie Antoinette
and I would have no rest until I found any fact consilient with our visions...
Regrettably, I found just two thin books which did not describe many facts, but it was
absolutely enough, because they fully confirmed that what Stella and I saw was the

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