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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

became numb. Somehow I crawled out of the ball of bodies floundering on the ice
and saw that my leg was terribly cut. Probably, a falling guy's skates seriously
wounded me when he bumped into me with all his might.

It looked, I must say, very unpleasant... My boots were low, like the ones for
speed skating (we could not get figure skating skates then) and I saw that my leg near
the ankle was cut almost to the bone. Others saw it too and the panic began. Nervous
girls almost fainted, because, honestly speaking, the sight was quite sinister. To my
surprise, I was not scared nor did I feel like crying, although I had been almost in a
state of shock for several seconds. I clutched the cut with my hands with all my might
and I tried to concentrate and think of something pleasant, which did not appear to be
a simple task because of the cutting pain in my leg. Blood leaked through my fingers
and fell onto the ice; large red drops were gradually gathering into a small pool.
Naturally this did not calm down the already highly-strung guys. Somebody
rushed to call the paramedics and somebody else clumsily tried to help me somehow,
only worsening the already unpleasant situation. Then I again tried to concentrate and
thought that the blood must stop, and patiently began to wait. To everybody's utter
surprise, in barely a minute nothing leaked through my fingers anymore! I asked our
boys to help me to get up. Fortunately, there was my neighbour Romas who usually
never contradicted me. I asked him to help me to get up. He said that if I got up, then
blood certainly would "flow like water". I removed my hands from the cut... and to
our huge surprise we saw that there was no bleeding whatsoever! It looked very
unusual – the wound was large and open, but almost completely dry.

When the ambulance arrived at last, the doctor could not understand what had
happened and why I was not bleeding having such a deep wound. He also did not
know that I felt no pain at all! I looked at my wound with my own eyes and, according
to all natural laws, should have felt extreme pain... but I did not. I was taken to the
hospital for the wound to be stitched.
When I said that I did not want anaesthesia, the doctor looked at me as if I were
completely insane and prepared to give me an anaesthetic injection. Then I said that I
would yell... This time he looked at me very attentively, nodded and began to sew it
up. It was very strange to observe my flesh being pricked with a long needle and
myself, feeling a light "mosquito" bite instead of something very painful and
unpleasant. The doctor watched me all the time and several times asked whether
everything was all right with me. I answered in the affirmative. Then he inquired
whether things like that always happened to me? I said no, only now.

I do not know whether he was a very "advanced" doctor for that time or I
succeeded in convincing him somehow, but in any case, he believed me and asked no
more questions. In approximately an hour I was at home and devoured with enormous
pleasure grandmother's warm pirozhki at the kitchen table and could hardly get
enough to eat; I was truly surprised at such wild hunger, as if I had not eaten for
several days. Now I understand that it was the enormous loss of energy after my "self-
treatment" which needed to be quickly recovered, but I certainly could not know that
then.
The second case of the same strange self-anaesthesia happened during an

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