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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

salvation such a high price was paid. This was not his guilt and Stella and I perfectly
understood it, but the frightful bitterness of the loss still covered my eyes with anger.
Although I knew it was very unfair as regards him, I could not force this terrible pain
out of me, holding on to it in order that later on, when I would be absolutely alone
sitting "in my corner", I could give free rain to my bitter and heavy tears... Also I was
afraid that the stranger would somehow feel my "non-acceptance" of him and thus his
liberation would lose the importance and beauty of the victory over evil in the name of
which my friends died... Therefore I tried to do my best to brace up and smile as
sincerely as possible, waiting for the answer to my question.

Man sadly looked around, apparently understanding nothing of what had
happened here and what had been happening to him in particular all this time.
– Where am I? – He asked in a low voice, hoarse with agitation. – What is this
terrible place?
It does not look like what I remember... Who are you?

– We are friends. And you are quite right. It isn’t very pleasant place... Moreover,
further on there are places much more frightful. Our friend lived here and he died...
– I am sorry, little ones. How did your friend die?
– You killed him. – Stella whispered sadly.

I froze and stared at my friend. The "sunny" Stella I knew so well, who always
felt sorry for everybody and everything, would never make anybody suffer! It is highly
likely that the pain of loss made her, as well as me, unconsciously angry at everybody
and the little girl was unable to control it yet.
– Me?! – The stranger exclaimed. – It cannot be true! I never killed anybody!

We felt that he told the truth and knew that we had no right to lay somebody else’s
blame on him; therefore we hurried to explain what had happened here.
The man was absolutely shocked and fell silent for quite a long time... Apparently
everything he had heard sounded absurd in the extreme to him and did not coincide at
all with what he truly was and his attitude to such an inhumanly terrible evil.
– How can I make reparation for all this?! I cannot, right? It’s impossible! And
how I shall live with it?! – He clutched his head in despair... – How many have I killed,
tell me! Can anybody tell? And your friends, why did they do such a thing? Why?!!!

– In order that you could live like you should... like you wanted to... not as
somebody else
wanted... to kill the Evil that killed others. That’s why, probably... – Stella said sadly.
– I am so sorry, dear... Please, forgive me... if you can... – The man was absolutely
broken-hearted and a very bad presentiment suddenly "pricked" my heart...

– Wait a moment! – I exclaimed indignantly. – You must live now! Do you want
to bring their sacrifice to nothing?! Don’t you dare even think about it! Now you should
do good things instead of them! It will be the correct thing to do. To "leave" is the
easiest way. You have no right to do such thing.
The stranger stared at me astounded. It was obvious that he did not expect such a
stormy expression of "just" indignation. And then he sadly smiled and quietly
pronounced:

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