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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

To tell the truth I also hardly could restrain myself to ask Isidora about the same
thing! Her spirit came from the outside and she did not even ask about this! But to some
degree I understood her, because it was too terrible a time for her, and she was mortally
afraid for those who she loved so much and who she tried to save. Well, as for the
Home… It can be found later, when there will be another choice save to leave...

– No, dear. I did not ask because I had no interest in it, but because it was much
less important than the fact that wonderful people died. They died in excruciating
torments which only one man organized and supported. And he had no right to exist on
our earth. That was the most important; the rest could wait.
Stella turned red, being ashamed of her outburst, and whispered:

– Please, forgive me, Isidora...
And Isidora again "went" into her past and continued her amazing story...
As soon as Sever disappeared, I tried mentally call my father, but for some reason
he did not answer. It seemed a little suspicious to me and expecting nothing bad, I tried
again – no answer followed...

I decided not to give free rein to my fevered imagination yet, left my father alone
for the time being and dived into sweet and sad recollections about Anna’s recent visit.
I still remembered the smell of her fragile body, the softness of her thick black
hair and extraordinary boldness with which my wonderful twelve-year daughter
challenged the wicked fate. I was unspeakably proud of her! Anna was a fighter, and I
believed that she would fight to the end, to her last breath, no matter what.

I did not know whether I could save her, but I swore to myself that I would do
everything in my power to snatch her from the cruel Pope’s tenacious claws.
Caraffa came back in a few days, being very disappointed by something and
taciturn. He only showed me with his hand that I must follow him. I obeyed.
We passed several long corridors and found ourselves in a small study which (as
I knew later) was his private office where he very rarely invited guests.

Caraffa silently pointed me to a chair and slowly took seat in front. His silence
seemed ominous and, as I already knew from my own sad experience, never portended
anything good. As for me – after the meeting with Anna and Sever’s unexpected arrival,
I was inexcusably relaxed, lulling my usual vigilance to some extent and missed the
next blow...
– I don’t have time for courtesy, Isidora. You will answer my questions; otherwise
somebody else will terribly suffer. So I advise you to answer!

Caraffa was angry and it would be a real madness to contradict him.
– I’ll try, Your Holiness. What do you want to know?
– Your youth, Isidora, how did you get it? In fact you are thirty eight and you look
twenty and do not change. Who gave your youth to you? Answer!

I could not understand what it was that enraged Caraffa so much? During our
acquaintance, quite a long time now, he never yelled and very rarely lost control of
himself. Now I was confrounted an infuriated man beside himself capable of doing
anything.

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