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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

leave me and stay with me forever…

– I’ve got it! – The already same Stella whispered with joy in her voice. – We can
make him happy! We just need to look for one person here!
– Do you mean his wife? To tell the truth I thought about that too. Don’t you think
it will be too early? Maybe we should give him time to get used to being here?

– If you were him, would not you like to see them alive?! – Stella disagreed at once.
– As usual you are right. – I smiled to my friend.
We slowly "swam" along the silver path, trying not to disturb the sorrow of the
others and give them the chance to enjoy the peace after everything they had gone
through during this awful day. The children slowly came back to life, observing with
admiration the marvellous scenery which passed by them. And only Arnault was very
far away from us, roaming in his memory, probably reminding him of very happy
events, and his refined and so handsome face lit up with a surprisingly warm and tender
smile.

– See, he certainly loved them very much! And you say it’s early! Let’s look for
them! – Stella did not wish to calm down.
– All right, let it be in your way. – I agreed easily, because it seemed correct to me
too.

– Tell us, Arnault, how did your wife look? – I carefully began. – Of course, if it’s
not too painful to talk about it.
He looked in my eyes, very surprised, as if asking how I knew at all that he had a
wife.
– It so happened that we saw, but only the end... It was so terrible! – Stella added
at once.

I was afraid that the transition from his marvellous dreams into the frightful reality
would be too cruel, but as they say "a word spoken is past recalling" and it was too late
to change anything. So, we just had to wait whether he would wish to answer. To my
huge surprise, his face lit up with happiness and he answered very affectionately:
– Oh, she was a real angel! She had such beautiful fair hair! And her eyes... blue
and pure like dew... Oh, what a pity that you never saw my dear Michelle!

– Have you got a daughter? – Stella asked carefully.
– A daughter? – Arnault was surprised and, on understanding what we had seen,
added. – Oh, no! It was her sister. She was only sixteen…
Suddenly his eyes were clouded by such acute pain that only now I understood
how terribly this unhappy man suffered! Most likely that being unable to carry such
beastly pain, he consciously isolated himself with the wall of their former
happiness, trying to remember only the happy past and to "erase" the horror of the last
terrible day from his memory, as much as his wounded and exhausted soul allowed...

We tried to find Michelle and failed for some reason. Stella stared at me in surprise
and quietly asked:
– Why can’t I find her? Has she died here too?

It seemed to me that something simply impeded our finding her in this "floor" and

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