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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

"underground" activity too. So, my poor mother had to be married off as quickly as
possible, thus to wash off the "forthcoming disgrace" of her frightened family.

Whether it was by chance or with somebody’s help, my mother was very lucky.
She married a wonderful person – a Venetian magnate who was a very strong Vedun
himself... and who you see now with us.
Isidora looked at her extraordinary father and her shining eyes got wet. It was
absolutely obvious how strongly and selflessly she loved him. She was a proud
daughter who carried her pure and light feeling with dignity and she was not ashamed
of it even in the far away new worlds. And here I understood how much I wanted to be
like her! I admired her force of love, her force of a Vedunia and everything this
extraordinary light woman represented.

And she calmly continued her wonderful story, as if noticing neither our
"overflowing" emotions, nor the "puppy" delight of our hearts.
– It was then when my mother heard about Venice... My father could tell her about
the freedom and beauty of this city, its palaces and channels, secret gardens and
enormous libraries, bridges and gondolas and a lot of other things for hours. And my
impressionable mother fell in love with it, without even seeing this miraculous city. She
could not wait to see the city with her own eyes! Very soon her dream came true. My
father took her to a magnificent palace, full of loyal and taciturn servants from who
one did not have to hide anything. From that day my mother could be engaged in her
favourite business for hours, not being afraid of being misunderstood or insulted. Her
life became pleasant and protected. They were a truly happy married couple which had
a girl in exactly a year. They called her Isidora. It was me.
I was a very happy child. As far as I remember myself, the world always seemed
wonderful to me. I grew surrounded by warmth and care, among kind, attentive and
very loving people. Soon my mother noticed that I had a powerful Gift, much stronger
than hers. She began to teach me everything she could do herself and what my
grandmother had taught her. Later my father was engaged in my "witch" education.

I tell all this, dear, not because I wish to tell the story of my happy life. I want you
to understand deeper what will follow later, otherwise you will not feel the horror and
pain which I and my family had to go through.
When I was seventeen, the rumours about me had spread far beyond the borders
of my native city; and people who wished to know their fate came to me like an endless
stream. I got very tired. No matter how gifted I was, the everyday loads exhausted me,
and by the evening I was ready to drop. My father always objected to such "violence",
but my mother (who once was unable to use her gift in full measure), thought that I was
absolutely all right and must honestly work off my gift.

Many years passed. I already led my own life and had my own wonderful and
loving family. My husband was a scientific man called Girolamo. I think we were
destined for each other, because we never parted from the day we first met in our house.
He came to fetch a book which my father had recommended to him. That morning I sat
in the library and as usual studied somebody's work. Girolamo entered and on seeing
me there was taken aback. His embarrassment was so sincere and sweet that I laughed.
He was a tall and strong brown-eyed brunet who blushed in that moment like a girl

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