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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

Isidora-6. Svetodar

Stella and I were silent, being staggered by Isidora’s story to the innermost of our
hearts... Of course we were still too small to understand the whole of the meanness,
pain and lies which surrounded Isidora. And certainly our child's hearts were too kind
and naive to understand the horror of forthcoming ordeals that inevitably awaited Anna
and her..., but something was clear even to us, so small and inexperienced. I already
understood that everything that was presented as truth did not necessarily mean that it
was truth; that in reality it could turn out to be the most barefaced lie for which, and
this I found very odd, its inventors neither admitted responsibility nor were punished.
People took everything on trust, like it went without saying. For some reason all were
quite satisfied with it and nothing turned our world "upside down" in indignation.
Nobody was going to look for the guilty. Nobody wanted to prove the truth. Everything
was quiet and "windless", as if a dead calm of satisfaction reigned in our hearts without
being disturbed by mad "seekers of truth" or the now lethargic human conscience...

Isidora’s sincere and deeply sad story deadened our child's hearts with all-
absorbing perpetual pain... It seemed that the inhuman tortures to which the stale souls
of beastly executioners subjected this amazing and brave woman would never end! The
mere thought of what could await us at the end of her staggering story terrified me.
I looked at Stella. My bellicose friend fearfully pressed close to Anna staring at
Isidora with her eyes wide open... Apparently, the human cruelty stunned even her, so
brave and uncompromising.
Of course, Stella and I saw much more than other children of 5 and 10 years old.
We already knew what loss was and what pain meant, but still we had to live through
a lot of things to understand a small part of what Isidora felt! And I hoped that I would
never have to know this kind of thing in my own experience.

Spellbound, I looked at this wonderful, brave and amazingly gifted woman,
unable to hide my sorrowful tears... How dare "people" call themselves PEOPLE doing
such things to her?! How could Earth stand such criminal abomination at all, letting the
criminals trample it down and not opening wide its depths and swallowing them?!
Isidora still was far away from us, in her deeply wounding recollections, and to tell
the truth I did not want her to continue her story which tormented my child's soul,
forcing me to die a hundred times of indignation and pain. I was not ready for it. I
did not know how to protect myself from such atrocity... It seemed that if her heart-
rending story did not stop at once, I would simply die unable to hear it to the end. It was
too cruel and far beyond my child's comprehension...

But Isidora continued to tell, and we had no choice but to join her and dive again
into her ruined but so high and pure, unlived LIFE...
The next morning I woke up very late. Apparently the rest which Sever’s touch
kindly gave me warmed my tormented heart and allowed me to relax a little to meet the
new day with my head proudly lifted, no matter what it would bring... Anna did not
answer yet. Obviously Caraffa was firm in his decision to prevent us from
communicating until I broke or he needed it for some reason.

Isolated from my dear girl but knowing that she is near, I tried to think of different

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