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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

this fragile, hardly blossoming out life ceased for reasons that nobody knew...

There was a sinister impression that someone strongly objected to my mother
giving birth at all... Although she was a physically and genetically strong woman,
absolutely fitted for procreation, she was afraid even to think about repeating such a
cruel attempt ever.
But a human being is a surprisingly strong creature, capable of enduring much
more than he or she would ever imagine... and pain, even the most terrible one (if it
does not tear the heart immediately) becomes dull with time and is ousted by hope
which always lives in each of us. Therefore in exactly a year, one early December
morning the Seriogins had another daughter who was born easily, without any
complications and this happy daughter was me... However, it is highly likely that the
birth would not have such a happy ending, if everything had happened according to the
plan prepared beforehand by our "tender-hearted" doctors. One cold December
morning my mother was taken to the hospital before the contractions began in order to
again "be sure" that "nothing bad" would happen (!!!)... My father was terribly nervous,
being seized with bad presentiments, and rushed about here and there along the long
hospital corridor unable to calm down, because they had agreed that this was my
mother’s last attempt and, if something happened to the child this time, they were
doomed to not having their own children. It was a very hard descision, but my father
preferred to see, if not his children, but at least his "little star" alive, instead of burying
all his family without a chance of understanding what it truly means to have his family.

To my dad’s huge regret, it was Ingeliavitchus who came to examine my mother.
He still was the chief-surgeon of the hospital and it was impossible to escape his "high"
attention... On "attentively" examining my mother, he declared that he would come
tomorrow at six o'clock in morning to do the next Cesarean section, whereupon my
poor dad almost had a heart attack...
About five o'clock in the morning a very pleasant young midwife entered my
mother’s ward and to her huge surprise merrily said:
– Come on! Be prepared. Now we are going to give birth!

When my frightened mother asked "What about the doctor? " the midwife calmly
looked into her eyes and gently answered that, in her opinion it was high time for my
mother to give birth to live (!) children and began to massage my mother’s belly softly
and carefully, gradually preparing her for the delivery... And about six o'clock in the
morning my mother easily and quickly gave birth to her first live child, which
fortunately was me.
– Well, mummy, look at this charming doll! – The midwife exclaimed merrily,
bringing the already washed, little and loud bundle to my mother, who was so happy
to see her alive and healthy little daughter for the first time that she lost consciousness...

When at six o'clock sharp doctor Ingeliavitchus entered the ward, a wonderful
picture appeared before his eyes – a very happy couple lay on the bed – my mother and
me, her live new- born daughter. However, instead of rejoicing at such an unexpected
happy ending, the doctor went absolutely mad for some reason and darted out into the
corridor without saying a word...
We never knew what truly happened to my poor mother’s tragically unusual

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