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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

Certainly, one may say that I don’t know what happened to her once and what
wicked and pitiless fate made her suffer. But if I knew that somebody at the beginning
of his life had the same gift which made me suffer so much, I would do everything in
my power to help or aim him in the right direction in order to prevent another gifted
person "wandering in the darkness" and violently suffering like I did... And instead of
helping, she tried to "punish" me, as others did, but they at least did not know what it
had been and honestly tried to protect their children from what they could not explain
or understand.

So, she came today to us as a guest, as if nothing had happened, with her little son
who appeared the same way "gifted" as I was, and who she was very afraid to show
to anybody in case that somebody saw that her dear child had exactly the same "curse"
as I, was due to her professed concept. I was sure now that she was not greatly pleased
to come to us, but she could not refuse the invitation, because her eldest son – Algis –
was invited for my birthday and there was no serious reason to prohibit him from
coming. It would have been too boorish and not "neighbourly", if she had done that.
The reason that we invited her was very simple. They lived three streets away from
us, her son would have come back home in the evening alone. Therefore, we understood
that the mother would worry and decided to do the only right thing in this situation –
invite her and her little son to spend the evening at our festive table. As I understood now,
the "poor thing" just suffered, waiting for a good opportunity to leave us as early as
possible and go back home without any incidents...

– Are you all right, dear? – My mother’s affectionate voice sounded alongside.
I smiled her as confidently as I could and said that of course I was absolutely all
right. But my head was spinning from what was going on and my heart began to sink,
because I saw that fellows were beginning to turn their heads toward me and I had to
gather myself quickly and "set" the "iron control" over my raging emotions. I was
"knocked" from my usual state and to my huge shame absolutely forgot about Stella.
But the little one immediately reminded me herself:
– But you said that you did not have friends, and there are so many of them. –
Stella said being surprised and even slightly offended.

– Those are not real friends. They are just guys who I live next door to or we study
together.
They are not like you. You are real.
Stella began to shine at once. I smiled at her in my "disconnected" way and
feverishly tried to find a way out, having absolutely no idea of how to get out of this
"slippery" situation and began to be nervous, because I did not want to offend my best
friend but knew that soon my "strange" behaviour would be noticed and foolish
questions which I had no desire whatsoever to answer today, would rain down upon
me.

– Gosh, what yummy things you have here!!! – Stella jabbered, looking at the
festive table in delight. – What a pity that I cannot try it! And what presents have you
got? May I see them? – As usual the questions poured from her.
– I was given my favourite horse and many other things. I have not looked yet,
but I’ll show you everything!

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