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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

– They are far from me, Teacher. even friends. I cannot feel them. I cannot open
their cold souls.

– Why do we need them then, dad? – The little "participant" of the party suddenly
joined the conversation of the adults.
– We came to them to save them, Svetodar... to drag a splinter out of their sick
hearts.

– But you say that they don’t want it. Is it really possible to treat a patient, if he
refuses?
– Truth Radomir, out of the mouths of babes! – Radan, who for the time being had
limited himself to listening, exclaimed. – Think; if they don’t want it, can you force
these people to change, moreover the whole nation!? Their faith is alien to us and their
concept of Honour, which in my opinion; they don’t even have, is too. Leave, my
brother! They will destroy you. They are not worth even a day of your Life! Think about
your children... about Magdalena! Think about those who love you!
Radomir only sadly shook his head, affectionately stroking his elder brother’s
golden-haired head.

– I cannot leave, Radan. I don’t have the right... Even if I fail to help them, I cannot
go away. It will look like I ran away. I cannot betray Father. I cannot betray myself...
– It is impossible to force people to change, if they don’t wish it. It will be just a
lie. They don’t need your help, Radomir. They will not accept your teachings. Think,
brother...

John sadly observed the dispute of his favourite students, knowing that they were
both right and that neither would give up, each protecting his truth... They both were
young and strong, and they both wanted to live, love, watch their children grow and
fight for the peace, happiness and safety of other worthy people. But fate decided
otherwise. They were both ready to suffer and even die for others, but in this case it was
for unworthy people who hated them and their Teachings and unscrupulously betrayed
them. It seemed a farce; an absurd dream... and John refused to forgive their father, the
wise White Volkhv, who gave his wonderful, extremely gifted children so easily for the
mocking delectation of the Israelites in order to rescue their lying and cruel souls.
– I am getting older... I am getting older too quickly... – John pronounced aloud,
being lost in reverie.
All three stared at him in surprise and then sincerely laughed... He by all means
was the last who could be called "old" with his force and might, enviable even for them,
the young ones.

The vision disappeared. But I wanted to hold it so much! Emptiness and lonliness
settled in my heart. I did not want to part with these brave people. I did not want to
come back to reality...
– Show me more, Sever!!! – I voraciously begged. – They will help me to withstand
to the end.
Show me more of Magdalena...

– What do you want to see, Isidora?
Sever was patient and soft, like an elder brother, seeing off his beloved sister. The

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