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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova.   Revelation

                  Two years passed. Peace and quiet reigned in Svetodar’s tired soul. Days ran by,
            carrying  away  old  sorrows  far,  far  away...  Beloyar  seemed  to  grow  by  leaps  and
            bounds, becoming cleverer with every passing day, excelling his older friends about
            which his gran-dad Svetodar was extremely happy.

                  But one of these lucky and quiet days Svetodar suddenly felt a strange and acute
            alarm... His Gift told him that a misfortune was knocking on his peaceful door...
                  It seemed that nothing changed. Nothing was happening, but Svetodar’s alarm
            grew, poisoning the pleasant moments of complete peace.

                  One day Svetodar went for a walk with little Bieloyar (whose secular name was
            Frank) on the outskirts near the cave where almost all his family died. The weather
            was wonderful. It was sunny and warm and Svetodar’s feet brought him to the sad
            cave... As usual little  Bieloyar picked some  wildflowers and grand-dad and great-
            great-grandson came to pay tribute to the dead.
                  It is highly likely that somebody put a curse on this cave for his family, otherwise
            it was impossible to understand, how they, so extraordinarily gifted completely lost
            their sensitivity, when getting exactly into this cave, and like blind kittens went straight
            into the trap which somebody had laid for them.
                  Bieloyar, who was merrily twittering his favourite song, suddenly became silent
            as always happened when he entered the familiar cave. The boy did not understand
            what  made  him  behave  like  this,  but  as  soon  as  they  entered,  his  merry  mood
            evaporated and sorrow settled in his heart...

                  – Tell me, grand-dad, why was somebody always killed here? This place is very
            sad. I "hear" it... Let’s go away, grand-dad! I don’t like it here... It always smells of
            trouble.
                  The boy’s shoulders fearfully flinched, as if he truly felt the trouble. Svetodar
            sadly smiled, firmly hugged the boy and wanted to go out outside, as four unknown
            persons appeared at the entrance of the cave.

                  – You are not welcome here, uninvited ones. It’s a family place of sorrow and
            entrance is forbidden to strangers. Leave in peace. – Svetodar pronounced quietly.
                  He was bitterly sorry that he had taken Bieloyar with him. The boy was scared
            and pressed close to his grandfather, feeling that bad things were about to happen.
                  – Well then, it’s just a perfect place! – One of them burst out laughing insolently.
            –We won’t have to look for anything else.

                  They began to surround the unarmed couple, obviously trying not to approach
            them too close for the time being.
                  –  Well, Devil’s servant, show us your force! – The "holy warriors" summoned up
            their courage. – What, your horned master does not help you?

                  The strangers deliberately made themselves angry, trying not to yield to fear,
            because they had heard a lot about the unbelievable force of the Fiery Teacher.
                  Svetodar easily pushed the boy behind his back with his left arm and the right one
            stretched toward the "guests", as if closing the entrance to the cave.




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