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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

dream of. But no foreign dish, even the most exquisite one, could ever outshine the
unforgettable taste of grandma’s incredibly delicious works of "cooking art".

So, even having such a cooking "magician" right at home, one fine day I
suddenly stopped eating to the overall horror of my family. I do not remember whether
there was an occasion for this or it simply happened for some unknown reason as,
with me, things always did. I simply lost any desire whatsoever to touch food,
although I felt no weakness or dizziness, on the contrary, I felt extraordinarily at ease
and was in splendid shape. I tried to explain all that to my mum, but she was seriously
frightened by my next new "trick", did not want to hear and only tried to make me
"swallow" something.
It felt bad then and every new portion of food made me throw up. My tormented
stomach could accept only pure water. My mother was almost on the verge of panic,
when our family doctor, my cousin Diana, paid us an unexpected visit. Being
extremely happy about her visit, my mother hurried to tell Diana our "terrible" story
about my starving myself. My joy was limitless when I heard that "there is nothing
terrible in that" and that I could be perfectly left alone for some time without food
being forcibly crammed into me! I saw that my loving mother disbelieved that, but
she had no grounds for objection and decided to leave me alone for some time.

At once life became easy and pleasant, because I felt absolutely perfectly myself
and got rid of the permanent agony of suspense waiting for stomach spasms which
usually accompanied every single attempt at taking food. It lasted about two weeks.
All my senses intensified and perception became keener and stronger. I felt like only
the most important things were brought to the forefront and the rest receded into the
background.
My dreams changed or rather, I began to have the same repetitive dream: as if I
suddenly rose above the ground and could easily walk without touching the floor with
my heels. It was so real and such an incredibly wonderful feeling that every time I
woke up, I wanted immediately to get back to it. This dream repeated every night. I
still do not know what it was and why. But I began to see it again after many years,
and even now, before I wake up, very often I have the same dream.
One day my dad's brother came to visit us from the city where he lived at that
time and during the conversation he mentioned that recently he had seen a very good
film and began to recount it. I was very surprised when I suddenly understood that I
knew what he was going to tell us! Although I was completely sure that I had never

seen the film, I could retell it from beginning to end with all the details... I told nobody
about it but decided to wait and see whether something like that would show up again
and of course, as usual, a new "trick" did not keep me waiting.
At that time we were studying ancient legends at school. During a lesson on
literature the teacher said that today we would examine "The Song of Roland".
Suddenly and unexpectedly for me, I raised my hand and said that I could recite the
Song. The teacher was very surprised and asked whether I often read old legends. I
said, not very often, but I know that one. Although frankly speaking, I had no idea
how.

From that day I began to notice that unknown events and facts which I could not

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