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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

them, even those celebrated in the most refined foreign restaurants, could ever surpass
my amazing tenth birthday which my extraordinary grandmother organized for me...

But apparently it was too early for "surprises" to come to the end this evening. In
half an hour, when the "feast" already was at its height, the air in the room suddenly
began to vibrate as usual (for me) and I saw Stella. I jumped up with surprise, almost
dropping my dish and quickly began to look around – to see whether somebody else
saw her. But the guests were enthusiastically busy with the "fruits" of my
grandmother’s culinary art, paying no attention to the wonder-girl which suddenly
appeared next to them.
– Surprise!!! – My little friend merrily clapped her hands. – Happy big birthday
to you! – And thousands of the most whimsical flowers and butterflies began to fall
from the ceiling, converting the room into a fairy-tale Aladdin’s cave.

– How did you get here?!!! You said that you could not come here?! – I asked
dumbfounded, forgetting even to thank the girl for the beauty she made for me.
– I did not know I could! – Stella exclaimed. – I just thought yesterday of those
dead you had helped and asked Gran how they could come back. It appeared quite
possible, only one has to know how! So, I came here. Aren’t you glad to see me?
– Of course I am! – I hurried to reassure her, and feeling panicky tried to think of
something which would allow me to talk both to her and my guests, giving away neither
her nor myself. But another surprise, which complicated the already complicated
situation, unexpectedly happened.

– Wow, th-oo many flower-th! It th-oo beautiful!!! – A three-year old child lisped,
squealing in delight, spinning round and round on his mother’s knee. – O-o-h, butterfly-
th! They are th-oo big!
I stared at him stupefied and for some time was unable to utter a word. And the
little one happily continued to mumble, as if nothing happened, and break forth from
his mother’s hands, which firmly held him, to "touch" all these bright and
multicoloured beautiful things which suddenly appeared from nowhere. Stella
understood that somebody else could see her and happily began to show him different
funny fairy-tale pictures. The child was absolutely charmed and happily squealed in
utter delight on his mother’s knees...

– Girl, who are you girl?! O-oh, what a big bear!!! It’s pink! Mummy may I take
it home? O- o-h, birds! They are th-oo bright! And they have golden wing-th!
His blue wide open eyes shone with delight and caught every new appearance of
the "bright and unusual". His happy face was radiant – the child accepted that naturally,
as if everything should happen precisely that way.
The situation got totally out of control, but I noticed nothing around, thinking in
that moment only of one thing – the boy saw!!! He saw the way I saw! So, it was true
that there were such people like me somewhere! It means that I was absolutely normal
and not as lonely as I thought in the beginning! So, it was really a Gift! Probably I
looked at him too dumbfounded and intently, because his confused mother turned red
and at once rushed to "calm" her son in order that nobody could hear what he was
saying. She began to prove to me that "he just makes everything up and that a doctor

says that (!!!) He is very imaginative and there is no need to pay attention to him!".
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