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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

– Oh, no! Please, I’ve had enough! – I begged. Stella chuckled joyfully.
– Don’t worry. There will be no trouble this time, because he still lives!

– How is that, he lives? – I was surprised.
A new vision appeared again and to my utter surprise we were in our century (!)
and even our time... A grey-haired, very good-looking man sat at a writing desk and
was deeply engrossed in thoughts. The room was crammed with books; they were
everywhere – on the table, floor, shelves and even on the window-sill. An enormous
fluffy cat sat on a small sofa, paying no attention whatsoever to his owner, washing
itself with a large and very soft paw. The "scenery" created an atmosphere of
"erudition" and coziness.

– What does it mean? He lives again? – I did not understand. Stella nodded.
– And it happens right now? – I went on.
The girl again nodded with her lovely red head.

– It is, probably, very strange for Harold to see his son being another person?
How did you find him again?
– Oh, the same way! I simply "felt" his "key" like Gran had taught me. – Stella
pronounced thoughtfully. – When Axel died, I was searching for his spirit on all
"floors" and could not find it. Then I looked among the living – and he was there.
– Do you know who is he now in this life?

– Not yet... But I shall. Many times I tried to reach him, but for some reason he
does not hear me... He is always alone and spends most of the time with books. Only
an old woman – his maid – and this cat are with him.
– But what about Harold’s wife? Did you find her too? – I asked.

– Of course, I did! You know his wife. It’s my Gran! – Stella smiled slyly.
I was really shocked. For some reason this unbelievable fact was absolutely
beyond my comprehension...
– Your grandmother? – That was the only thing I could squeeze out of me. Stella

nodded, being extremely pleased with the produced effect.
– Wow! How is that? Is that why she helped you to find them? Did she know? –
Thousands of questions simultaneously spun in my agitated brain. I feared that I
would not have time to ask about everything I wanted to know so eagerly. I wanted
to know EVERYTHING! And at the same time I perfectly understood that nobody
was going to tell me "everything"...

– Probably I felt something and that is why I chose him. – Stella said
thoughtfully. – But maybe it was Gran who "put me on the trail"? Well, she will never
confess. – The girl waved with her hand.
– And HE? Does he know too?

– Of course, he does! – Stella broke into laughter. – Why are you so surprised?
– Well, it’s just, you know, she is already old... It must be hard for him…
– I faltered without knowing how to express my feelings and thoughts more
exactly.

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