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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

has never lived here. I have never known my real home... – The enormous violet eyes
were filled with deep, non-child sadness.

– May I ask you, how old you are? Certainly, if you don’t want to answer – then
please don’t.
– I said, being slightly embarrassed.
– According to earthly time measuring, I am, probably, about two million years
old. – The "girl" answered thoughtfully. I became weak in the knees. It just cannot be!
Surely no creature is able to live for so long! Or maybe is able, depending on what kind
of a creature it is?

– Why do you look so young then? Only children look this way in our world. But
you know that, certainly.
– I simply remember myself the way I look and I do feel that this is correct, which
means that it must be so. We live very long and, probably, I am young indeed...
My head began to swim from all this news. But Vaya was surprisingly calm, like
she always was which gave me the strength to continue asking.

– And who do you call adult then, if they exist, certainly?
– They do, of course! – The girl laughed. – Do you want to meet one?

I could only nod, because I suddenly had a huge lump in my throat and completely
lost my colloquial skills. I perfectly understood that right now I would see a real "star"
creature! And despite the fact that, as far as I could remember, I had been awaiting this
moment all my conscious life, my courage for some reason, swiftly sank.
Vaya waved and the scenery changed. The gold mountains and the brook turned
into a marvellous, moving, transparent "city" (well, it looked like a city). A man of very
impressive appearance slowly came toward us along the wide, shining with silver,
"road." It was a tall proud old man who could not be called anything other than –
majestic! Everything about him was very correct and wise: his pure as crystal thoughts
(which I heard very distinctly for some reason); his long silver hair which covered him
like a glimmering cloak; his kind violet enormous "Vaya’s" eyes and the diamond
"star" in his high forehead which shone in the golden light.
– Peace to you, Father. – Vaya softly said, touching her forehead with her fingers.

– And to you, the gone one. – The old man sadly answered.
He emitted endless and everlasting goodness and care. Suddenly I wanted, like a
little child, to bury my head on his knees and to hide from everything, even for a few
seconds, inhaling the deep rest coming from him and not to think that I was afraid, that
I did not know where my house was, that I did not know where I was at all and what
was happening to me...

– Who are you, creature? – I heard mentally his affectionate voice.
– I am a human being. – I answered. – Forgive me, if I shattered your peace and
quiet. My name is Svetlana. – The old man warmly and attentively looked at me with
his wise eyes, approvingly for some reason.
– You wanted to meet the Wiseman. So, now you see him. – Vaya said gently. –
Do you want to ask anything?

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