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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

But instead of feeling a usual soft breeze I was almost glued to the back of the
arm-chair and my book was tossed on the floor. I was very surprised at such an
unexpected stormy manifestation, but decided to wait and see what would happen
next.

A "dishevelled" man appeared in the room. He did not greet me and give his
name (which usually all others did), but demanded at once that I "immediately came
with him", because he "needed me urgently". He was so highly strung and "boiling"
that I almost laughed. Unlike others, there was no sadness or pain in him. I made an
effort to look as serious as possible and calmly asked:
– Why do you think I will go with you anywhere?

– Don't you understand anything? I am dead!!! – His voice shouted in my head.
– Well, why? I know perfectly, where are you from, but it does not mean that
you have the right to be rude to me. – I answered calmly. – As I understand it, it’s you
that needs help, not I; therefore it would be better, if you tried to be a bit polite.
My words had the effect of an exploded grenade upon the man... It seemed that
he would explode himself. I thought that he certainly was a very spoilt child of fortune
or simply had a terribly bad temper when he was alive.

– You have no right to refuse to help me! There is nobody else who hears me!!!
– He bawled again.
The books began to whirl in the room and then flopped on the floor. It seemed
that a typhoon raged inside this strange person. But then it was me who became
indignant and I slowly pronounced:

– If you do not calm down at once, I shall stop the contact, and you can rebel
alone, if you find so much pleasure in it.
The man was obviously surprised, but slightly cooled down. I had the impression
that he was not used to anybody refusing to submit to him at once as soon as he
expressed his wish. I never liked this type of person – neither then nor now.
Boorishness always revolted me, even if, as in this case, it came from the dead...
It seemed that my violent guest calmed down and asked in quite normal voice
whether I wished to help to him. I said yes, if he promised to behave in a civilized
manner. Then he said that he must talk to his wife and that he would not go away
(from earth) until he could talk to her. I naively thought that it was one of those cases
when a husband loved his wife very much (despite that seeming quite unnatural
regarding his way of behaving) and decided to help, even if I disliked him. We agreed
that he would come back tomorrow when I was not indoors, then I would try to do
what I could.

The next day I felt his mad (I can not call it otherwise) presence from the early
morning. I mentally sent a signal to him several times that I could not hurry the course
of events and I would go out when I could in order to prevent additional questions
from my family, but my new acquaintance was again quite unbearable. Apparently
the possibility of talking to his wife made him absolutely beside himself. Then I
decided to change my schedule and get rid of him as quickly as possible. Usually I
tried not to refuse help to anybody, therefore I said yes to this strange and capricious

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