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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

through which Radomir’s true essence and his true loving Soul was revealed.

Unlike him Radan (and it obviously was him) looked slightly younger and merrier
(although he was a year older than Radomir). He looked at the world happily and
fearlessly, as if no misfortune could touch him, as if any grief must pass him over...
There was no doubt that he always was the life and soul of any party, lighting it with
his merry and light presence wherever he was. It seemed that the young man sparkled
with happy internal light which disarmed both young and old alike, making all love
him unconditionally and guard him like the most valuable treasure which comes to
make Earth happy once in a thousand years. He was smiling and bright like a summer
sun, with a face framed by soft gold curls, and one wished to look at him admiringly,
forgetting about the cruelty and spite of the surrounding world.
The third participant of the small gathering differed very much from the two
brothers... First, he was much older and wiser. It seemed that he carried the whole of
Earth’s heavy load on his shoulders, somehow managing to live with it and not break,
at the same time, preserving goodness and love in his big heart toward people around
him. Compared to him, the adults seemed silly children who came for advice to the
wise Father...

He was very tall and powerful, like a big unshakable fortress; tested by years of
severe wars and troubles. the look of his attentive grey eyes was prickly, but very kind,
and the colour of his
eyes amazed. It was incredibly light and bright, which happens only in youth, when the
black clouds of bitterness and tears have not darkened it yet. This mighty and warm
man was the Volkhv John, of course...
The boy calmly settled down on the old man’s mighty knees and very intently
reflected upon something, paying no attention to the people around him. Despite his
young age, he seemed very clever and calm, filled with internal force and light. His
face was concentrated and serious, as if the little one solved a very important and
difficult task at that moment. Just like his father, he was fair- headed and blue-eyed.
Only the features of his face were, to my surprise, soft and tender and looked more like
his mother – the Light Maria Magdalena.
The midday air was dry and hot like a red-hot stove. The flies tired by the intense
heat flew to the tree and, on idly creeping on its boundless barrel, buzzed annoyingly,

disturbing the four interlocutors who were taking a rest in the wide shade of the old
sycamore. It was pleasantly cool and green under the kind hospitable branches and the
frisky and playful narrow brook which ran straight from under the roots of this mighty
tree was the reason for it. It jumped on every pebble and hummock and merrily
splashed brilliant transparent drops and hurried further, pleasantly refreshing the
surroundings, making them pure and easily breathed. The people protected from the
midday intense heat rested, enjoying cool and precious moisture... It smelled of earth
and herbs. The world seemed quiet, kind and safe.
– I don’t understand them, Teacher… – Radomir pronounced thoughtfully. –
They are soft in the day-time, affectionate in the evening and predatory and insidious
at night... They are changeable and unforeseeable. How can I understand them, tell me!
I cannot save people without understanding What should I do, Teacher?

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