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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

– Yes, you were "gone" or died if you are more willing to put it like this, but I am
not sure that it’s your world. I think you must dwell on a higher "floor". This is a world
of "crippled" souls – those who killed or strongly offended somebody or even simply
cheated and lied a lot. It’s a frightful world, probably, that which people call Hell.

– Then why are you here? How could you get here? – Arnault was surprised.
– Well, it’s a long story, but this is really not our place... Stella lives on the very
"top" and I am still on Earth.

– How is that – on Earth?! – He was stunned. It means that you still live, right?
But how did you get here, into such a terrible place?
– Well, to tell the truth I don’t like this place too. – Smiling, I shivered. – But
sometimes one can find very good people here and we try to help them like we helped
you.
– So, what shall I do now? I in fact I know nothing here. And as it appears, I killed
too. It means it’s just my place. Besides, somebody should take care of them. – He
affectionately tousled a kid’s curly head.

The children began to look at him increasingly trustfully and a little girl clutched
at his hand and decidedly was not going to release it. She was a tiny thing with large
grey eyes and the very amusing smiling little face of a merry monkey. She would
certainly be very nice, affectionate and everybody’s favourite child in normal life on
the "real" Earth. But here, after all the horrors she had lived through, her pure and
risible face looked extremely exhausted and pale; horror and anguish constantly lived
in her grey eyes. Her brothers were a little older, probably about 5 or 6 years old. They
looked very frightened and serious, and unlike their little sister expressed no wish
whatsoever to enter into contact with us. The girl was the only one of the three who
was not afraid of us, because, on adjusting to having a new friend very quickly, she
began to chatter merrily:
– My name is Maya. May I, please, stay with you and my brothers too? Now we
have nobody. We will help you. – And turning to Stella and me, she asked. – Do you
live here, girls? Why do you live here? It’s so scary here...

Her manner of speaking – the incessant volley of questions and her way of
addressing two people at one and the same time – strongly reminded me of Stella and
I wholeheartedly laughed...
– No, Maya, certainly, we don’t live here. It was you who were very brave to come
here. One has to have a lot of courage to do such thing. You are really fine fellows! But
now you will have to return where you came from. There is no reason for you to stay
here.

– My mum and dad have died "for good"? And we won’t see them anymore...
Right?
Maya’s plump lips began to quiver and the first big tear appeared on her cheek. I
knew that if I failed to stop it, there would be a waterfall of tears which should not
happen right now, considering everybody’s highly-strung state.
– But you are alive, right?! Therefore, whether you want it or not, you will have
to live. I think that your mum and dad would be very happy, if they knew that

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