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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

The first to appear was, certainly, John... His countenance was calm and merry,
but Magdalena read sincere sumpathy in his deep grey eyes.

– Great gratitude to you, Maria... I know how hard it was for you to let him go.
Forgive us all, dear...
– No, Father... You don’t know... Nobody knows... – Magdalena whispered
choking back tears. – But thank you for your sympathy... Please, tell Mother Maria that
HE left... that he is alive... I’ll come to her, as soon as the pain abates a little. Tell
everybody that HE LIVES...

Magdalena could not stand it anymore. She did not have any human forces left.
She fell to the ground and burst into tears.
I looked at Anna. She stood petrified and the brooks of hot tears rolled down her
severe young face.
– How could they permit this to happen?! Why did not they all make him
change his mind?
It’s so wrong, mother! – Anna exclaimed with indignation looking at us.

She still childishly and uncompromisingly required answers for every question.
But to tell the truth, I also thought that they should have prevented Radomir’s death.
His friends... The Knights Templar... Magdalena; but could we really judge from so far
away what was the right thing to do for everybody at that time? I just wanted very
much to see HIM, just as I desperately wanted to see the living Magdalena…
Probably this was the reason that I never liked to submerge into the past. Because
the past cannot be changed (at least I could not do it) and nobody can be warned about
the coming trouble or danger. The past was simply the PAST, when all good or bad
things happened to some one long ago and I have no choice but to observe somebody's
last good or bad life.

I saw Magdalena again. She sat alone on the night shore of the quiet south sea.
Shallow light waves washed her bare feet affectionately and quietly whispering
something about the past... Magdalena intently looked at the enormous green stone
that peacefully lay on her palm, and very earnestly reflected about something. A man
came unheard from behind. Magdalena sharply turned and then smiled:
– When will you stop startling me, Radanushka? And you are still sad! You’ve
promised me!
Why be sad, if HE lives?
– I don’t believe you, sister! – Affectionately smiling, Radan sadly pronounced.

It was exactly he, the same as ever, handsome and strong. Only instead of joy and
happiness black ineradicable anguish nested in his now lifeless blue eyes...
– I don’t believe that you humbly resign yourself to it, Maria! We should have
saved him despite his wish! Later he would have understood how terribly wrong he
was! I cannot forgive it to myself! – Radan exclaimed in a fit of temper.

Apparently the pain from the loss of his brother sat fast in his kind loving heart,
poisoning his days with irreplaceable sorrow.
– Please, stop it, Radanushka. Don’t re-open the wound... – Magdalena whispered
quietly. – Here! You’d better look what your brother gave me... what Radomir asked

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