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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

all looked like frightened owlets. It was clear that all this time they were terror-
stricken and probably had already "buried" me. I tried to smile and still gulping warm
river water, managed to squeeze out that I was absolutely all right, although it was
very far from being the truth.

As I was told later, the whole havoc had lasted only five minutes, although I felt
that time stopped during that frightful interval when I was under water... I was
sincerely glad that my mum was not there that day. Later I succeeded in persuading a
"neighbouring mother" who volunteered to supervise us to keep secret everything that
had happened at the river, because I did not want my granny or my mum to have a
"heart attack", all the more so now that everything was over and there was no sense
in frightening anybody. The neighbour agreed at once. It was obvious that she was
more than eager to do so, unwilling for anyone to know that, regrettably, she had
failed to justify the trust placed in her.
This time all ended well. Everybody was alive and happy, and there was no
reason to talk about it anymore. However, very often, after my unlucky "bathing", I
came back to the same blazing blue tunnel in my dreams, which for some unknown
reason attracted me like a magnet. I again felt the unusual sense of rest and happiness,
not knowing that, as appeared later, it was very dangerous...

Unexpected guests
Evening casts a smouldering gloom upon us.
It seems a harbinger of a bitter loss.
Another day is leaving, leaving and…has left into yesterday,
Like a raft down the river. And there will be no return.
Maria Semionova.
A couple of weeks after the ill-starred day on the river, the souls (more precisely,
the spirits) of the dead, unknown to me, people began to visit me. It is highly likely
that my frequent returns to the blue channel "disturbed" the rest of the souls which
had calmly existed in peaceful silence... Well, as it appeared later, not all of them were
calm and peaceful. When a lot of extremely different spirits had visited me, from very
sad to deeply unhappy and turbulent, I understood how important the way we live our
life was and what a pity that we began to think about it when it was already too late
to change anything and we remain absolutely helpless facing the cruel and inexorable
fact that we will never be able to put anything right anymore…

I wanted to run out into the street, grasp people's hands and cry to everybody
how it was terrible, when it became too late for everything! And painfully, I wanted
everybody to know that nobody ever would help them "afterwards"! Regrettably,
even then I perfectly understood that all I could get for this kind of "sincere warning"
would be a direct route to an asylum or, at the very best, laughter. Besides, what could
I, a nine-year old girl, who nobody wanted to understand, and found the easiest way
of accepting was to consider her a "bit strange", prove to anybody?
I did not know what I must do to help all the unhappy people, suffering from
their errors or cruel fate. I was ready to listen to their requests for hours, forgetting
about myself and wishing to be open as much as possible in order that all who needed
could "knock" on my door. So, the "avalanches" of my new guests began, which,

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