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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

"Be like everybody else, otherwise life will become unbearable. If you will break
away in your knowledge or ability from normal people too far, they will stop
understanding you and consider you a madman. Stones will be thrown at you; your
friend will turn away from you..."

It means that already then (!) there were "unusual" people who knew from their
bitter experience how hard it all was and considered it necessary to warn and, if they
could, to protect other "unusual" people!
These simple words of a person who once lived a very long time ago warmed
my soul and settled a tiny hope in it that some day I maybe would meet someone
who would be "unusual" for others the same way I was and with whom I would be
able to talk freely about any "oddities" and "abnormalities", without being afraid of
being given a hostile reception or, at the very best, being pitilessly laughed at. But this
hope was still so fragile and unbelievable, that I decided not to get carried away
thinking of it too much, so that in case of failure I would not be too hurt to "land"
from my beautiful dream in rough reality.

Even from my short experience I had already understood that there was nothing
bad or negative in all my "oddities". And if sometimes the result of some of my
"experiments" was not perfect, only I suffered the negative effect, not the surrounding
people. And if my friends dreaded being involved in my "abnormality" and turned
away from me, I did not need such friends.
I also knew that someone needed my life for something, because no matter what
dangerous situation I got into, I always succeeded in getting out without any negative
consequences for me, as if someone unknown always helped me; as for example, it
happened that summer when I almost drowned in our beloved river Nemunas…

Unusual rescue

It was a very hot July day. Beyond a shadow of doubt, the temperature was not
below +40 C. The white-hot air was desert dry and literally "crackled" in our lungs
with every breath. We sat on the riverbank, shamelessly sweating and catching the air
with our mouths like overheating carps thrown out onto dry land. Being already
almost fully "roasted", we wistfully looked at the water. The usual moisture from river
could not be felt at all and we all longed to jump into the water as quickly as possible,
but were a bit wary of doing so, because this was a different bank to our usual one,
and as was generally known, the Nemunas has always been a deep and unforeseeable
river which was not one to be trifled with.
Our old favourite beach was closed for cleaning, therefore we all gathered in a
place more or less familiar to some of the children and "got dried out" ashore, without
daring to bathe. An enormous old tree grew at the very edge of the river and long silky
branches touched the water at the slightest puff of wind, quietly caressing it with their
tender leaves. Its robust old roots, abutting against the river stones, interlaced under
the tree, creating a continuous "warty" carpet and forming a peculiar lumpy roof
overhanging the water.

Oddly enough it was exactly this old wise tree that represented a real danger for
bathers. For some reason there were a lot of eddies around it which "sucked" a person

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