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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

A car accident

It was the most shocking case in the endless train of my contacts with the spirits
of the dead. It happened one warm autumn evening when I was slowly making my
way home from school. Usually I would have been much later because I attended the
evening lessons which finished at about seven o'clock, but on that day the two last
lessons were cancelled and we were allowed to go home earlier than usual.

The weather was uncommonly pleasant. I was in no hurry and decided on a
gentle stroll. The air was filled with the bitter-sweet scent of the last autumn flowers.
The playful breeze rustled among fallen leaves whispering tender words to the now
bare trees which bashfully blushed in the last rays of the sunset. The soft twilight
calmly breathed quiet peace and rest...
I loved this time of day. It attracted me with its fragile inscrutable air of
something undone which at the same time has not even started: when the day has not
yet dissolved into the past and the night still refrains from claiming its rights. It feels
like a fairy-tale "no man's land," elusive, suspended in time. I adored this short period
of time and was always myself then, in a very special way. That day something
"special" did indeed happen, but not the kind of special which I would gladly see or
experience again.
I was calmly approaching a crossing, being deep in thought, when the wild squeal
of a car's brakes and the screams of shocked people suddenly and sharply pulled me
out of my reverie. Right in front of me, a small white car slammed into a cement post
and met an enormous car coming from the opposite direction head-on.

In a few moments the spirits of a small girl and boy "jumped out" of the smashed
white car. Confused, they began to look around until they saw their disfigured
physical bodies and dazedly stared at them.
– What's happened? – The girl asked in a thin frightened voice. – Is that us out
there? She whispered in a very hushed voice, pointing at her bloodstained little
physical face. "But... how can it be?... we’re here, as well".

It was perfectly clear that she was shocked by the event and her greatest desire
was to hide somewhere from all that.
– Mummy, where are you?! – The little girl suddenly cried. – Mummy!
Judging from her appearance, she was four, no more. Two thin blonde pigtails
with enormous pink bows bristled like odd pretzels on either side making her look
like a little, funny kind of faun. Her wide open large grey eyes looked with enormous
confusion at her familiar and well-known world, which for some reason had suddenly
become incomprehensible, strange and cold. She was terribly frightened and did not

hide it.
The boy was eight or nine. He was thin and fragile, but his round "professorial"
glasses made him look a little older, very business-like and serious. But all his
seriousness suddenly evaporated somewhere giving way to absolute confusion.
A lamenting and bewailing crowd began to gather around the cars. Within
several minutes the police came accompanied by an ambulance. Our town was quite

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