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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

– she is alive and can walk wherever she wants, even to yours....

I felt pity to this wonderful and kindest little girl.
– You come to me when you want, only when I am alone and then nobody can
disturb us. – I sincerely offered. – And I will come to you soon when holidays are over.
Wait for me.

Stella joyfully smiled and "decorating" the room with mad flowers and butterflies
once again, disappeared. I felt empty without her, as if she took with her part of the joy
which filled this wonderful evening. I looked at my grandmother, searching for support,
but she and her guest enthusiastically talked about something and paid no attention to
me. It seemed that everything got into place and all was well again, but I could not stop
thinking of Stella, about her loneliness and how unfair sometimes our Fate could be.
So, on promising to myself to come back to my faithful little friend as quickly as
possible, I fully "returned" to my "living" friends, and only dad very attentively looked
at me for the rest of the evening with surprised eyes, as if he tried to understand when
and what serious thing he had missed about me.
When the guests began to leave, the "seeing" boy suddenly began to cry. When I
asked him what happened, he pouted and lisped offendedly:
– Where ith the girl? And the bear? And there are no butterfly-th...

His mother gave a strained smile, took her second son who was reluctant to say
goodbye to us and quickly went home.
I was very disappointed and happy at the same time! It was the first time I had
met another child who has a gift similar to mine and I gave my word to myself that I
would not calm down until I convinced his "unfair" and unhappy mother what an
enormous miracle in fact her child was. He,
as we all have, has to have the right to free choice, and his mother had no right to take
it from him, at least until he begins to understand something.

I lifted my eyes and saw dad. He stood, leaning against a door jamb and all this
time observed me with a huge interest. He came, tenderly hugged my shoulders and
quietly said:
– Let’s go and talk and you’ll tell me what was that for which you fought so
heartily...
Suddenly I felt so relieved and calm. At last he will know everything and I will
never have to hide anything from him! He was my best friend who, unfortunately, did
not know even half of the truth about what my life truly was. It was dishonest and
unfair... Only now I understood how strange it was to hide my "second" life from dad
all this time only because it seemed to my mother that he would not understand. I
should have given him a chance a long time ago and I was glad
that I could at least do that now.

We comfortably settled down on his favourite sofa and talked and talked for a very
long time.
I was enormously happy and surprised that as I told him about my unbelievable
adventures, his face lightened more and more! I understood that all my stories not only
did not frighten him, but on the contrary – they made him very happy for some reason.

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