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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova.   Revelation

                  –      We will not defeat him, mother... It is he who will destroy all of us. He will
            exterminate  very many people like us. There will be no salvation from him. I am sorry,
            mother... – Salty hot tears rolled down Anna’s thin cheeks.

                  –      There, there, my dear... It is not your guilt that you don’t see things how we
            want them to be! Calm down, my sun. We are not going to surrender, are we? Anna
            shook her head.
                  – Listen  to  me,  girl...  –  I  slightly  shook  my  daughter’s  fragile  shoulders  and
            whispered as tenderly as possible. – You must be very strong, remember! We don’t
            have another choice. We shall fight anyway, only using other methods. You will go to
            this monastery. If I am not mistaken, wonderful people live there. They are like us,
            probably much stronger. You will be safe with them. And meanwhile I will think how
            we can escape from this man, from this Pope... I will think of something. You believe
            me, don’t you?

                  The  little  child  nodded  again.  Her  wonderful  large  eyes  drowned  in  lakes  of
            tears... But Anna cried silently... with salt, heavy and adult tears. She was very scared
            and very lonely, and I could not be next to her to comfort her...
                  The wind was taken out of my sails. I fell on my knees and embraced my dear girl,
            looking  for  peace  in  her.  She  was  a  mouthful  of  living  water  for  which  my  soul,
            exhausted by loneliness and pain, craved! And now it was Anna who gently stroked my
            tired head with her little palm, whispering something quiet and calming. Probably, we
            looked like a very sad couple, trying to make our distorted life easy, if only for a brief
            moment...
                  – I saw my father... I saw him dying... It was so painful, mother. He will destroy
            us all, this frightful man... What did we do to him, mother? What does he want from
            us?

                  Anna was serious in a very unchildlike way, and here I wanted to calm her, to tell
            her that all of this is "not true" and "everything will be all right" and that I would save
            her! But it would be a lie, and we both knew it.
                  – I don’t know, my dear... I think we accidentally appeared in his way. And he is
            the kind of person who wipes out any obstacles, when they interfere with him... and one
            more thing... It seems to me that we know and have something for which the Pope is
            ready to give a lot, even including his immortal soul.

                  – What is that he wants so badly, mother?! – Anna lifted her tear-stained eyes.
                  – Immortality, dear... just immortality. But, regrettably, he does not understand
            that it is not given only because somebody wants it. It is given when a person is worthy
            of it, when he KNOWS things which are beyond of comprehension of others and uses
            it for their good. It is given to the deserving people... when Earth becomes better
            because this person lives on it.

                  – Why does he need it, mother? In fact immortality is when a person lives very
            long, right? And this is not very simple, right? A person makes a lot of mistakes, which
            he later tries to atone for or correct but often cannot, even during his short life that...
            Why does he think that he should be permitted to make much more of them?
                  Anna  amazed  me!  When  did  my  little  daughter  learn  to  think  like  an  adult?


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