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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

looked very well, I gradually succeeded in convincing my mother that nothing bad
was happening to me right then and nothing frightful would happen in the immediate
future. It was a plain truth: I truly felt splendid, except for that "ultrasensitive" mental
condition which made all my senses a little too "exposed" – colours, sounds and
feelings were so keen and bright that sometimes it was hard for me to breathe. I think
that this "supersensitisation" was the reason for my following and next "unbelievable"
adventure.

The second contact

It was a late autumn afternoon and some of our neighbourhood guys were going
to go the forest after school to pick the last autumn mushrooms. Of course, I went
with them too. The weather was extremely soft and pleasant. The still warm sunrays
jumped like bright young hares among the golden leaves, sometimes leaking down to
earth and warming it with the last parting glow. The forest met us wearing its elegant
festively-bright autumn attire, ready to hug us in its tender arms like an old friend.
My cherished slender birchs, gilded by autumn, generously dropped their "gold-
leaf-coins" at the faintest breeze and seemingly did not notice that very soon they
would be left face to face with their nakedness and would bashfully wait until spring
again dressed them in their tender smart new clothes. And only majestic evergreen
fir-trees proudly shook off the old pine-needles, preparing to become the forest’s only
decoration during the long and colourless winter. Yellow leaves quietly rustled under
my feet, hiding the last russules and milk mushrooms. The grass under the leaves was
warm, soft and moist, inviting me to walk on it.

As usual, I took off my boots and went barefoot. I adored walking barefoot
always and everywhere when the slightest opportunity arose! Although, very often I
had to pay for these walks with tonsillitis which sometimes lasted a very long time,
but, as they say, "the game was worth the candle". It seemed that my feet acquired
"sight" without shoes, and a special keen sense of freedom from something
unnecessary, which seemingly impeded breathing, appeared... It was a genuine little
pleasure, not comparable to anything else, and it was worth paying for it sometimes.
As usual we divided into pairs and went in various directions. Very soon I felt
that I had been alone for some time. I cannot say that it frightened me (I was never
afraid of the forest), but I became ill at ease because of a strange feeling that someone
was observing me. I decided not to pay attention to it and continued to pick
mushrooms. But the sense of supervision gradually increased and had already become
unpleasant.

I stopped, closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on seeing who did it, when
suddenly I clearly heard somebody's voice:
– That's correct…
For some reason it seemed to me that it did not sound outside but only in my
head. I stood in the middle of a little glade and felt the air around me begin to vibrate
very strongly. A silvery-blue transparent glimmering column appeared right before
me and a human figure gradually materialised in it. It was a very tall (according to our
concepts) and mighty man with silver hair. For some reason I thought he looked very
like the statue of our God Percunas (Perun) for which every year we made campfires

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