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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

– I warned you, the rest is your business... – He pronounced severely. – Leave and
nothing bad will happen to you.

The four defiantly roared with laughter. One of them, the tallest, took a narrow
knife and, insolently swinging it, began to approach Svetodar... And here Bieloyar
fearfully squeaked, slipped out of his grandfather’s hands, rushed like a bullet to the
man with the knife and began to beat his knees with a weighty pebble he had picked up
on the way. The stranger roared in pain and hurled the boy like a fly. The problem was
that the "guests" still stood at the entrance... and the stranger threw Bieloyar exactly
toward the entrance... The boy thinly cried, turned over his head and flew into the
precipice like a light ball... All of it took only several short seconds and Svetodar did
not have time...
Blind with pain he stretched his hand to the killer, who flew in the air a couple of
steps, hit his head on the wall and slipped down on the stone floor like a heavy sack.
On seeing their fugleman come to such a sad end, his "partners" bunched back into the
cave. But here Svetodar made a mistake... Wishing to see whether Bieloyar was alive,
he came to the precipice too close and only for an instant turned from the killers.
Immediately one of them ran up like lightning and struck him in the back with his leg...
Svetodar’s body flew into the abyss following little Bieloyar... Everything was over.
There was nothing to look at anymore. The foul "human beings", pushing each other,
quickly got out of the cave...

A short time later a blond little head appeared at the precipice of the entrance.
The child carefully crawled onto the edge of the ledge and, on seeing that there was
nobody inside, began to cry bitterly... Probably the wild fear and offense and maybe
injuries poured out with the waterfall of tears, washing everything he had just
outlived... He cried bitterly for a long time, talking to himself, being angry and pitying,
as if his grand-dad could hear him... as if he could come back to save him...
– I told you, this cave is wicked! I told you... I told you! – Convulsively sobbing,
the child wailed – Why did not you listen to me! What shall I do? Where do I go now?
Tears rolled down his dirty little cheeks like a burning stream, tearing his little
heart apart... Bieloyar did not know whether his beloved grand-dad was still alive...
He did not know whether the wicked people would come back. He was simply very
scared and there was nobody to calm him... nobody to protect him...

Svetodar lay motionless on the bottom of the deep crevice. His widely open, pure
blue eyes looked at the sky, seeing nothing. He went far, far away where Magdalene
waited for him... and his beloved father with kind Radan... and his little sister Vesta...
and his tender Margaret with his daughter Maria... and his unknown grandaughter
Tara... And all those who died a long time ago, protecting their beloved world from
monsters which called themselves people...
And here, on earth, a man sat on a round pebble in a lonely empty cave... He
looked quite small and very frightened. Bitterly crying, he furiously smeared wicked
tears with his fists and swore in his child's heart that one day he would grow and
remedy the "wrong" world of adults and make it joyful and good!

It was Bieloyar... the great descendant of Radomir and Magdalena – small, lost
in the world of big people…, a crying Man.

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