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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

Not sparing myself and pitilessly martyrising my emaciated physical body, I daily
visited the "floors" dozens of times without showing myself to Stella. I wished to give
her a pleasant surprise but wanted to do it properly without disgracing myself by
making a foolish mistake.

At last I decided that it was time to stop hiding and to visit my dear little friend.
– Wow! Is it you? – At once the familiar voice sounded like happy bells. – I
cannot believe it’s truly you! But how did you come here? Did you really come on
your own?

As usual her questions rained down on me; her merry little face shone and I was
sincerely pleased to see the joyous light that gushed out of her.
– Well, shall we go for a walk? – I asked smiling.
Stella was in raptures about my independently coming and that now we could
meet when we felt like it, needing nobody’s assistance!

– See! I told you that you can do much more! – Stella twittered happily. – And
now everything will be all right and we need nobody! It’s so great that you came! I
wanted to show you something and have been waiting and waiting for you to be here.
But we’ll have to go to that unpleasant place.
– Do you mean the "ground

floor"? Stella nodded.
– Why? – I asked. – Have you lost something?
– I have not lost anything; on the contrary I found something! – The girl
exclaimed victoriously. – Remember, I told you that there are good spirits in that
world and you did not want to believe me?

Frankly speaking I still held that opinion, but I nodded, unwilling to offend my
happy friend.
– And now you’ll believe me! – Stella said contentedly. – Shall we?
This time we easily "slipped" down the "floors", probably because we had
already gained some experience in that, and I again saw an oppressive picture, very
like one that I had seen before.

Our feet squelched through the black stinking slush, out of which the brooks of
turbid reddish water streamed. The scarlet sky was dark. It blazed with blood-red
flashes and loomed very low, pushing the purple mass of heavy and cumbersome
clouds, which resisted and hung – heavy, swollen and pregnant, threatening to be
delivered of a terrible waterfall, wiping everything off the face of the earth. From time
to time a wall of brown-red opaque waters broke through out of them with a
resounding roar, striking the earth so strongly that it seemed that the sky fell to the
ground...
The trees were naked and faceless and idly moved their flabby and thorny
branches. Further on there was a joyless withered steppe which faded in the distance
behind the wall of dirty grey fog. Numerous sullen and wilting human spirits aimlessly
rambled here and there, senselessly looking for something, paying no attention to the
surrounding world, which, to tell the truth, was so unpleasant that it evoked no desire
whatsoever to look at it. The scenery spread horror and depression seasoned with

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