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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

groups of blazing dense clouds smoothly rocking in the air, now thickening, now
almost disappearing, as if attracting our attention and inviting us to sit on them.
Everything around was decorated with silver "ice" flowers, glittering and shimmering.
The variety of their forms and patterns of the thinnest petals, worthy of the most skilled
jeweller’s work greatly amazed us. Giant, stunningly beautiful "icicles" hung
somewhere very high in the "ceiling", blinding us with their sky-blue light and
converting this fairy- tale "cave" into some fantastic "ice world" which seemingly had
no end…

– Let’s go, my dear guests, grand-dad will be unspeakably glad to meet you! –
The young lady pronounced warmly, gently gliding by us.
Finally I understood why she seemed unusual to us. As the stranger moved, she
left a sparkling "tail" of some special blue matter which shone and whirled around her
fragile body like little tornados, scattering silver pollen behind her.

Before we had time to be amazed by it we saw a very tall old man with silver hair
proudly sitting on a strange, very beautiful arm-chair, as if emphasizing his significance
for those who did not understand. He watched our approach quite calmly, being not
surprised at all and expressing no emotions, except for the warm, friendly smile.
The old man’s white attire, shimmering with silver, flowed back and merged with
his absolutely white long hair, making him look like a kind spirit. And only his eyes,
mysterious in the same way as our beautiful stranger’s, astounded us with their endless
patience, wisdom and depth, and the infinity that shone through them made us shrivel...
– Good day to you, dear guests! – The old man greeted us affectionately. – What
brings you
here?

– Good day to you too, Grandfather! – Stella greeted him merrily.
I was vey surprised to hear for the first time since we had become friends Stella
using the formal way of addressing somebody. (In Russian there is a polite or formal
form of address which unlike English is written and pronounced differently from the
informal one – E.L.).

Stella had a very amusing manner of addressing everybody informally, as if thus
emphasizing that everybody she meets, be it an adult or a child, is her old good friend
and her heart is open to everybody, which instantly and totally won her the favour even
of the most reserved and lonely people, and only very hard-hearted souls failed to open
the door to her heart.
– Why is it so "cold" here? – As usual, the questions began to rain down. – I
mean why do you have such "icy" colour everywhere?
The young lady looked at Stella in surprise.

– I never thought of it. – She pronounced thoughtfully. – Probably, because we’ve
had enough
heat to last the rest of our lives. You see, we were burnt on Earth.
– What do you mean you were burnt?! – Stella was dumbfounded. – Truly burnt?

– Well, yes. It happened that I was a Vedma (witch) there. I knew a great deal...
As did all my family too. My grand-dad was a Vedun, and my mother was very

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