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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

hear you.
What is your name, girl?

– Damiana... – The answer rustled.
– Hold on, Damiana. – I smiled as tenderly as possible. – Hold on, don’t slip away,
I’ll try to help you!

But the girl just slowly shook her head, and a pure lonely teardrop rolled down
her unmercifully beaten cheek...
– Thank you... for your kindness. But I am not long for this world... – her quiet
"mental" voice rustled in reply. – Help me... Help me to "leave". Please... I cannot bear
it anymore... They will come back soon... I beg you! They dishonoured me... Please,
help me to "go away "... you know how. Help... I’ll be grateful to you "there" too, and
I always shall remember you...
Her thin fingers, disfigured by tortures grasped my wrist with an iron grip, as if
she knew that I could really help her... that I could give her the peace she longed for...

Sharp pain twisted my tired heart... This sweet, brutally tortured girl, almost a
child, asked me for death like a favour!!! The executioners had not just severely
wounded her fragile body; they defiled her pure soul, raping it too! And now Damiana
was ready to "go away ". She asked for death as for relief, without thinking of rescue
even for a moment. She was tortured and defiled, and did not wish to live... Anna
appeared before my eyes... My goodness, was the same frightful end predetermined for
her too?!! Will I be able to save her from this nightmare?!
Damiana’s pure grey eyes pleadingly looked at me. They reflected a
superhumanly deep and wild pain... She could not fight anymore. She had no strength
for this. And in order not to betray herself, she chose to leave...

What kind of "human being" could inflict such cruelty?! What kind of monsters
trample down our pure Earth, desecrating her with their meanness and their black
hearts? I quietly cried, stroking the sweet face of a brave unhappy girl who failed to
live even a small part of her sad life... Hatred began to burn in my heart! I hated the
monster which called himself the Roman Pope... the deputy of God... and the holiest
Father... who enjoyed his rotten power and riches; while a wonderfuly pure soul left
life in his terrible basement. She left it of her own free will... because she could not
endure the inhuman terrible pain which the "holy" Pope ordered his executioners to
cause her...
Oh, how I hated him!!! I hated him with my whole heart and soul! And I knew that
I would take revenge on him, no matter what it would cost me... for all who died so
brutally by his order... for my father... for Girolamo... for this kind pure girl... and for
the rest from who he easily took the possibility to live their dear and only in this body
life...
– I’ll help you, girl... I’ll help you, dear... – I whispered, tenderly lulling her. –
Calm down, darling, there will be no more pain. My father went there... I spoke to him.
There will be only light and peace... Relax, sweetheart... I’ll fulfill your wish. You will
be leaving now. Don’t be afraid. You’ll feel nothing... I’ll help you, Damiana. I’ll be

with you...

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