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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova.   Revelation

            his large warm arms.

                  The woman stood, hiding her face on his chest, looking for protection and peace,
            like a child, forgetting about everybody else and enjoying the instant which belonged
            only to those two.
                  – Is that is your mother? – Stella whispered, stunned. – And why does she look like
                    this?

                  – Do you mean, why she is so beautiful? – Anna asked proudly.
                  – She is certainly beautiful, but I mean another thing... She is different.
                  The spirit truly was different. She looked like a being woven of the glimmering
            fog, which now nebulized, making her transparent, now became more compact and
            then her perfect body became almost physically dense.

                  Her brilliant ebony hair fell in soft waves almost to her feet and just like the body,
            now became dense or nebulized into a sparkling haze. Her yellow and enormous eyes
            like those of a lynx which shone with a sharp light and shimmered with thousands of
            unknown golden shades were as deep and impenetrable as eternity. A pulsating power
            star, yellow like her unusual eyes, shone on her pure and high forehead. The air around
            the woman trembled with gold sparks, and it seemed that her light body would fly up
            to  infinity  like  a  wonderful  golden  bird.  She  was  really  very  beautiful  with  some
            unseen, enchanting and unearthly beauty.
                  – Hello, little ones. – The stranger turned around and greeted us calmly and added,
            addressing Anna: – What made you call me, dear? Has something happened?

                  Anna smiled, tenderly hugged her mother’s shoulders and pointing at us whispered:
                  – I thought they should meet you. You could help them in what I cannot. It seems
            to me they are worthy of it. But forgive me, please, if I am mistaken. – Then she merrily
            addressed us: – Here, dearest. This is my mother! Her name is Isidora. She was the
            strongest Vidunia in the frightful time about which we have just spoken.
                   (She had an amazing name – Is-i-do-Ra, which means "The one who came out of
            light and knowledge, eternity and beauty, and always aspiring to attain greater". But I
            only understand that now; then, I was amazed at the way it sounded. It was free, merry
            and proud, gold and fiery like a bright rising Sun.)

                  Thoughtfully smiling, Isidora very attentively scrutinized our excited faces, and
            for some reason I very much wanted her to like me. There were no special reasons for
            that, except that I was wildly interested in the story of this marvellous woman. But I
            did not know their customs, or for how long they have not seen each other, therefore I
            decided to be silent for the moment. But Isidora began the conversation, apparently not
            wishing to tantalize me more.
                  – What did you want to know, little ones?

                  – I would like to ask you about your Earthly life, of course, if it’s all right with
            you and if it will not be too hard for you to remember. – I asked feeling a little shy.
                  Her golden eyes became instantly filled with such deep and unbearable anguish
            that  at  once  I  wanted  to  take  my  words  back.  But  Anna  softly  hugged  me,  as  if
            understanding everything and telling me that it was all right.
                  Her beautiful mother looked like her deeply wounded soul soared somewhere very

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