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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

like a quiet brook. – We lived in an enormous palazzo (this is what we called the most
expensive houses), in the heart of the city, because my family was very rich.

The windows of my room faced east and the channel. I loved to wake up at dawn,
watching the first sunrays which graually lit the golden flashes on the water covered
by the morning fog...
The sleepy gondoliers idly began their everyday route, expecting early clients.
Usually the city still slept, and only the curious and the hard-working merchants, which
were always the first to open their shops, were about. I loved to come there before the
streets and the main square was filled with people. I especially adored book shops,
which I called on most often. The booksellers knew me very well and always reserved
something "special" for me. I was only ten at that time, just as you are now... Right?

I only nodded, being charmed by the beauty of her voice, unwilling to interrupt
the story which seemed a quiet and dreamy melody...
– By the age of ten I could do a lot of things. I could fly, walk on air, treat people
for the gravest illnesses and see forthcoming events. My mother taught me everything
she knew.
– What do you mean – "fly"?! Being in a physical body?! Like a bird? – The
dumbfounded Stella could not restrain herself.

I was very sorry that she interrupted the magical course of the narration! But it
was evident that the kind and emotional Stella was unable to perceive such stunning
news calmly.
Isidora smiled at her lightly and we saw another, even more impressive, picture.

A fragile dark-haired girl twirled in the extraordinary beautiful marble hall. She
danced some intricate dance, which only she knew, with the lightness of a fairy-tale
fairy. Sometimes she slightly jumped up and... kept hanging in the air. And then she
performed a sophisticated pirouette, smoothly flying several steps backward and all
began again from the very beginning. It was so shockingly beautiful that took our
breath away!
Isidora warmly smiled and calmly continued the story.
– My mother was a hereditory Vedunia. She was born in Florence – a proud and
free city, which only had as much of its famous "freedom" as the incredibly rich but
unfortunately not so omnipotent Medici, hated by the Church, could protect. And my
poor mother, just as her predecessors, had to hide her Gift, because she descended
from a very rich and influential family in which it was more than undesirable to expose
this kind of knowledge. Therefore she, just as her mother, grandmother and great-
grandmother, had to keep secret their extraordinary "talents" from stranger’s eyes and
ears (and even from friends!), otherwise, if the fathers of her future possible grooms
knew about it, she could have never married, which is considered the greatest disgrace
in her family.

My mother was a very strong and truly gifted healer. Whilst being very young she
secretly treated almost the whole city, including the great Medici who preferred her to
their famous Greek doctors. However, very soon the "glory" of mother’s success
reached the ears of her father, my grand-dad who, certainly, did not favour this

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