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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova.   Revelation






































                       Alexandra (Alexis) Obolenskaya                     Vasily and Anna Sereginy
                  My grandmother who, to my huge regret, I never knew was pregnant with my dad
            then and bore the journey very poorly, but, certainly, there was no reason to hope for
            any help...

                  So, instead of enjoying the quiet rustle of books in the home library or the usual
            sounds of the pianoforte when she played her favourite works, the young Princess Elena
            listened  to  the  ominous  clatter  of  wheels  which  seemed  to  sternly  count  off  the
            remaining time of her so fragile life now converted into a real nightmare. She sat on
            some sacks at a dirty carriage window and continuously looked at the last pitiful signs
            of the civilization which she loved and knew so well, moving further and further away.
                  My  grandfather’s  sister  Alexandra  managed  to  escape  with  the  help  of  some
            friends when the train stopped at a station. By mutual agreement she had to get (if she
            were lucky) to France where her family lived then. However, nobody had any idea how
            she could do it, but it was the only, although vague and of course last, hope which they
            could not permit themselves to miss being in such a stalemate. Alexandra’s husband
            Dmitry was in France then and they hoped that he could try to help the grandfather’s
            family to get out of the nightmare into which life threw them so pitilessly, using the
            mean hands of people who lost their human look.

                  When they were conveyed to Kurgan, they were settled in a cold basement with
            nothing being explained and no questions being answered. In two days some people
            appeared,  saying  that  they  came  to  "escort"  my  grand-dad  to  another  "point  of
            destination"... He was treated like a criminal, not allowed to take anything with him
            and given no explanation of where he was being taken and for how long. Nobody ever
            saw my grand-dad again.
                  Some  time  later  an  unknown  soldier  brought  a  dirty  coal  sack  with  my
            grandfather’s personal things to my grandmother, again explaining nothing, thus killing

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