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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

"dolls" in stranger hands. And, naturally, these hands were not "white" at all... that was
why and how "black" magicians, "black" sorcerers and similar to them appeared on
Earth later, when their spirits came back there. We called them magicians "on the
string". So, I think we did not undergo those severe trials in vain. Grand-dad did all of
it. But he is very strong, much stronger than me. He managed to "go away" without
waiting for an end. My mother could too. Only I could not.

– What do you meant to "go away"?! He had died before he was burnt?! Is that
really possible? – I was shocked.
The girl nodded.

– But not everybody can do it, of course. It needs a lot of courage to dare to cut
off one’s own life. I did not have enough of it, but my grand-dad did! – Anna smiled
proudly.
I saw how strongly she loved her kind and wise grandfather. My heart became
empty and sad for a short instant, as if the deep and incurable anguish came back into
it again.
– I had a very unusual grand-dad too. – I whispered.

The familiar bitterness squeezed my throat and I could not continue.
– Did you love him very much? – The girl asked sympathetically.

I only nodded in reply, indignant with myself for such "inexcusable" weakness.
– Who was your grandfather, girl? – The old man asked affectionately. – I don’t
see him.
– I don’t know who he was... and never knew. I think you don’t see him because
he came to live in me after death. Probably, that is why I can do what I do... although
very little...

– No, dear. He only helped you to "open". It’s you and your spirit that do
everything. You have a big Gift, dear.
– What is this Gift worth, if I don’t know almost anything about it?! – I exclaimed
bitterly. – If I was unable even to save my friends today.

Upset, I plumped into a fluffy seat without noticing its "sparkling" beauty, being
greatly annoyed with myself for my helplessness and suddenly felt that my eyes
treacherously began to be wet... By no means, did I wish to cry in the presence of these
surprising and brave people! Therefore, in order to concentrate somehow I mentally
began to "mill" the grains of information that I had unexpectedly got, in order to keep
it carefully in my memory, without losing a single important word or missing any
clever thought...
– How did your friends die? – The girl-witch
asked. Stella showed the picture.

– They might be alive. – The old man sadly shook his head. – There was no need
for their death.
– What do you mean, there was no need?! – The dishevelled Stella jumped up
with indignation. – In fact they rescued other good people! They had no choice!

– Forgive me, little one, but THERE IS ALWAYS A CHOICE. It is important

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