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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

yourself?

– I don’t know, Light One. It was not me who wrote them... And people always
like to tell tales, especially beautiful ones, and they embellish them in order that they
touch hearts more deeply... I died a natural death after many years. It was forbidden
to commit suicide.
– Probably, it was very sad for you to be so far away from home.

– Well, what can I say? At first it was even interesting while my mother was
alive. And when she died, the whole world grew dark for me. I was too small then. I
never loved my father. War was the only thing that made sense of his life. He
appreciated me only because he could barter something on marrying me off. He was
a warrior to the very marrow of his bones and died as such. I always longed for coming
back home, even in my dreams, but... it never happened.
– Do you want us to take you to Tristan? We’ll show you how to do it at first,
and then you can do it on your own. It’s easy. – I offered, hoping with all my heart
that she would agree.
I wanted very much to see this legend "fully", if the occasion arose anyway, and
although I felt a little ashamed, I decided not to listen to my strongly indignant "inner
voice" this time and to try to convince Isolda somehow to go for a "walk" on the
ground "floor" and find her Tristan.

I truly loved this "cold" northern legend. It conquered my heart from the very
minute I began to read it. The happiness in it was so fleeting and the sadness so
infinite! In fact, as Isolda said, they did add a lot of things there, because it really
touched one’s heart, but maybe everything happened exactly this way? Who could
know it? In fact those who saw all of it died a long time ago. That is why I wanted to
take advantage of this, certainly, the only opportunity to know what happened in
reality...
Isolda sat quietly, thinking about something, as if not daring to take advantage
of the only chance, which occurred so unexpectedly, and meet the one from whom
fate had separated her for so long...

– I do not know... Maybe it’s all unnecessary... Maybe it’s better to leave the
things as they are? – Isolda whispered confusedly. – It hurts too much... I fear to make
a mistake…
I was incredibly surprised at her fear! It was the first time since the day I began
to speak to the dead that someone refused to talk or meet those who once loved so
strongly and tragically...
– Please, let’s go! I know that later you will regret not going! We’ll simply show
you how to do it, and if you decide not to do it again, you will not go there anymore.
But you must have a choice. A person must have the right to choose. Do you agree?

At last she nodded:
– Well, let’s go, Light One. You are right. I must not hide behind the "back of
the impossible". It’s cowardice. And nobody likes cowards. And I never was one of
them...
I showed my protective shield to her and to my greatest surprise, she made hers

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