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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

from all people like to think. Very many prefer to shift it onto the shoulders of others,
like you, and only be "performers" of other people’s desires for all their life. They are
lucky, if "thinking" people do not fight for power, because in this case it is not real
human values that go into action, but lies, braggadocio, violence and even crime, if
they want to get rid of those who think otherwise... Therefore thinking can be very
dangerous, my Light one. Everything depends only on whether you will be afraid of
it or will prefer your human honour to fear.

I climbed onto the sofa and curled up next to dad, imitating our cat Grishka which
was not very glad because of it. I always felt protection and peace being next to dad. It
seemed that nothing bad can get to us or happen to me when I am next to him.
Disheveled Grishka also adored the hours he spent with my dad and hated any kind of
intrusion. He hissed at me and showed me in every way that I’d better go as quickly as
possible. I broke into laughter and decided to leave him to enjoy the company of my
father and went to stretch my legs a little and play snowballs with neighbouring guys.
I counted the days and hours to my tenth birthday, feeling almost "adult", but to
my huge shame I was unable to forget about my birthday "surprise" even for a minute,
which certainly, lessened my "adultness". Like all children in the world I adored gifts.
And now I spent days guessing what it could be that in my grandmother’s confident
opinion I would "like very much"? I just had to wait a little bit more and soon it proved
true that it was worth doing.

At last my birthday morning came. It was cold, sparkling and sunny, just like a
real holiday should be. The air was so cold that it seemed to "burst" with coloured little
stars and almost "clinked", making pedestrians move quicker than usual. Every living
thing exhaled steam which funnily looked like multicoloured locomotives hurrying in
various directions...
After breakfast I could not keep still and followed my mother like a "tail",
expecting that at last I would see my long-awaited "surprise". To my greatest surprise
we went to the neighbour’s house and my mother knocked at the door. I was puzzled –
our neighbour was a very nice person, but what she had to do with my birthday?
– Aha! Here is our "festive" girl! – The neighbour said merrily on opening the
door. – Let’s go, Snow-storm waits for you.

I nearly fainted. Snow-storm was an amazingly beautiful horse which my
neighbours had and very often allowed me to ride. I simply adored her! Everything was
beautiful in this noble animal – her appearance, her sensitive "horse" soul and calm and
reliable temper. As for me, she was the most beautiful horse in the world! She was
silver-grey, dappled with light-grey and white spots, and had a snow-white long tail.
Usually when I came, she always greeted me, touching my shoulder with her very soft
nose, as if saying:
– Look what a good horse I am, take me to ride!!!

She had a very beautiful and elegant muzzle with enormous, soft and kind eyes,
which understood everything. It would be a real "crime" not to love her.
Our courtyard was quite large and always full of various domestic animals, but
we never could have a horse for one simple reason, that being we could not afford it.
The price of an Arab stallion was too high for us, because my dad did not work full-

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