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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

Just as well, the little boy also did not know that his father made him a precious
gift – an incredibly "variegated" Family Tree, which his distant ancestors had woven
for him, as if preparing the boy beforehand to perform some special and "great" deeds,
thus laying on his fragile shoulders an enormous responsibility to those who had
zealously woven his "genetic filament" uniting their lives in one strong and proud
Tree…

He was a direct descendant of the great Merovingians, born in pain and poverty
and surrounded by the death of his relatives and the pitiless cruelty of people who killed
them. But it did not change the fact of who this newly-born man truly was.
His amazing dynasty began in the year 300 (!) A.D. with the Merovingian king
Соnan I. (A 4 volume manuscript composed by the famous French genealogist
Norigres which is kept in our home library in France confirms this fact). His Family
Tree grew and spread out intertwining in its branches such names as Dukes de Rohan
of France, Marquises Farnese of Italy, Lords Strafford of England, Russian Princes
Dolgoryki, Odoevsky and many others, part of who even the most skilled genealogists
in the world – the British ones from the Rоyal College of Arms were unable to
trace.They joked that it was the most "international" family tree they ever had to
compile.

It seems to me that this "mishmash" did not happen by chance. In fact all so-called
noble families had very high-quality genetics which, when mixed correctly, could
create a very high- quality genetic foundation for their descendants’ spirits.
Fortunately my father was one of those descendants.
Most likely the "international" mixing gave a much better genetic result than a
purely "family" one which has been an "unwritten law" for all European noble families
for a very long time and very often ended in hereditary haemophilia...
But no matter how "international" my father’s physical foundation was, his
SOUL (I can say it with all responsibility) was truly Russian to the end of his life
despite all, even the most amazing, genetic combinations.

But let’s come back to Siberia where the "little prince", born in the basement, one
fine day became Vasiliy Vasilievich Seriogin, a citizen of the Soviet Union, in order
to survive and by unconditional consent of Vasiliy Nikandrovitch Seriogin’s generous
and kind heart. He had this name all his conscious life and was buried as such under a
tombstone with the inscription "Seriogin’s family" in the little Lithuanian town, Alitus,
far from the family castles about which he never heard...
Unfortunately I knew about all that only in 1997 and by that time my dad was not
among the living. My cousin Prince Pierre de Rohan-Brissac who had been looking for
me for years invited me to Malta and told me who my family and I truly are. I shall tell
about it later.

Meanwhile we shall return to the place where in 1927 Anna and Vasiliy Seriogin,
the people with kindest hearts, had only one concern – to keep the word they gave to
their dead friends and to do their best to take little Vasiliok out of this land "cursed by
God and people" into a relatively safe place and later to get him to distant and unknown
France... So they began their difficult journey and, on using the help of local
connections and friends, took my little dad to Perm where they lived for several years,

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