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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

(whether it was fate or themselves).

– Tell us, please, how did you get down there? – Puzzled, I asked.
– Dean took me there. – Maria answered calmly, as if it went without saying.

– What have the poor people done to deserve this kind of place? – I asked.
– I think the matter is not in what they’ve done but in the fact that they were very
strong and had a lot of life-force, which the monsters need because they "feed" on
these poor people. – The child explained in a very adult way.
– What?! – We almost jumped. – It means that they simply "eat" them?

– Lamentably – yes... When we went there, I saw a pure silvery stream that
comes out of these poor people and fills the monsters on their backs. And the latter at
once revived and became extremely satisfied. Some human spirits found it very
difficult to walk after that. It’s so terrible. And there is nothing we can do to help
them. Dean says that there are too many of them even for him.
– Indeed. And we can hardly do anything too. – Stella whispered sadly.

It was very hard to simply turn and go away, but we perfectly understood that it
was not in our power to help and could not just stand and calmly observe the terrible
"spectacle". Therefore, on giving one last glance at this terrible Hell, we decided to
go to another place. To say that my human pride was not hurt would be untrue,
because I always disliked losing. But I also learned a long time ago to accept reality
the way it is and not to complain about my helplessness, if to help somebody was
beyond my strength.
– May I ask you, girls, where are you going? – Maria grew sad.
– I would like to go upstairs. Honestly speaking, I’ve had enough of the "ground
floor" for today. I would like to see something more cheerful. – I replied and thought
about Maria – poor girl
– she has to stay here! And regrettably, we could not offer her any help, because it
was her choice and her decision which only she could change…

Well-known whirlwinds of silver energies began to shimmer and "wrapped" us
in the dense and fluffy "cocoon", and we easily and gracefully slipped "upstairs"...
– Gosh, how good is to be here! – Stella happily breathed out, coming "home" at
last. – And how terrible it is "down" there! Poor people, how is it possible to become
better, living in such a nightmare everyday?! Something is wrong here, don’t you
think?

I laughed:
– Well, what would you offer to "correct"?
– Don’t laugh! We must think out something. I do not know yet – what. But I
shall. – The girl declared, being absolutely serious.

I loved very much her adult serious attitude toward life and "iron" desire to find
a positive way out of any situation. Having a shining sunny character, Stella,
nevertheless, could be an incredibly strong and brave little human being who would
never surrender and always defend justice or friends, dear to her heart, with might and
main.

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