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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

cold air took my breath away every time I went out for a walk and the bright dazzling
winter sun made my eyes water. The first snow gently covered the naked branches of
the trees with white fluffy flakes. Every morning Father Frost merrily painted fabulous
patterns on the windows, while walking playfully on the gleaming hard blue puddles.
Slowly winter took possession of the World...

I was at home leaning against the warm stove (our house was still heated by stoves
then) and enjoying reading the next new book, when I suddenly felt a pricking in my
chest, which had already become an habitual thing, in the place where the violet crystal
was. I lifted my head. Enormous, slanting, violet eyes looked straight at me. She calmly
stood in the middle of the room, the same as before, surprisingly fragile and rare, and
stretched out her tiny palm in which was a wonderful red flower. In a panic my first
thought was to close the door as quickly as possible so that nobody could enter!
– Don’t do that. All the same, nobody sees me but you. – The girl said gently.

Her thoughts were verbalised in my brain in a very odd way, as though someone
translated a stranger’s speech quite incorrectly. Nevertheless, I understood her
perfectly.
– You looked for me. Why? – Vaya looked intently into my eyes.
Her look was also very unusual, as if, simultaneously with her gaze, she passed
me images which I never saw and the meaning of which I regrettably still did not
understand.

– And now? – The "star" girl asked, smiling at me.
Something "flashed" in my head and I saw a strange but stunningly beautiful
world, probably, the one she had once lived in. This world was a trifle like the one we
had seen (which she had created for herself on that "floor") but, nevertheless, it differed
in the way a picture differs from the reality depicted on it.

A beautiful, bright, violet-blue sun merrily rose over the very lush emerald-green
earth illuminating everything with an unusual bluish light. It was a strange and
obviously alien morning. All the greenery, which exuberantly grew there, sparkled
with golden-violet diamonds of "local" morning dew and, happily washing itself in it,
prepared to meet the wonderful new day. Everything glowed with incredibly rich
colours, too bright for our eyes accustomed as they were to everything "earthly." Far
off, gentle rose-hued, almost "dense" curly clouds which looked like beautiful pink
pillows curled in the sky covered with a golden haze. Suddenly the sky flared with
gold; I turned around and stiffened with astonishment – an incredibly enormous,
golden-pink second sun rose in kingly fashion from the other side! It was much bigger
than the first one and seemed to be even bigger than the planet itself.
But for some reason its rays, unlike those of the first one, shone more softly and
tenderly resembling a warm "fluffy" embrace. It seemed that this enormous gentle
luminary was tired of its everyday troubles, but as a matter of habit still gave its last
drops of heat to this incredibly beautiful planet. It was already "going to rest" and
readily gave way to a young, "biting" sun which had just begun its celestial journey
and shone fervently and merrily without being afraid to spill its young heat, generously
floodlighting all around.

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