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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova.   Revelation












































                      Titian. Venus from Urbino. The model is a famous courtesan, a poetess, Veronica Franco
                  To the contrary, the courtesans usually spoke several languages, played musical
            instruments,  read  (and  sometimes  wrote!)  verses,  perfectly  knew  philosophers,
            understood politics, splendidly sang and danced... In short, they knew everything that,
            in my opinion, any noble woman must know. I always honestly thought that should the
            wives of the nobility know even a bit of what the courtesans knew, then loyalty and
            love would reign forever in our wonderful city...

                  I disapproved of infidelity, but also could not respect women who did not know
            (and did not wish to know!) further than what was inside the Venetian walls. Probably
            that was the voice of my Florentine blood that spoke, but I hated ignorance! And I
            disliked people who had unlimited resources to KNOW, but did not want to use it for
            that sake.
                  But  let  us  come  back  into  my  beloved  Venice,  which,  as  I  knew,  should  be
            preparing for the usual annual festival this evening...

                  Effortlessly I appeared on the main square of the city.
                  It  seemed  that  everything  was  as  it  had  been  before.  As  usual  Venice  was
            splendidly decorated, but this time it was almost empty. I walked along lonely channels
            unable to believe my eyes! It was not late yet, and usually it was the time when the city
            buzzed like a beehive,  anticipating the favourite holiday, but that evening beautiful
            Venice was empty... I could not understand where all happy faces were! What had
            happened to my wonderful city in those several short years???
                  I slowly went onto the deserted wharf and inhaled the so familiar, warm and soft
            salt air, unable to hold back happy and at the same time sad tears... This was my home,

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