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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

strength to calm his little daughter.

– Katienka darling, mummy will not wake up. She will not be with us anymore.
– He said that as calmly as possible.
– What do you mean she won't be with us?! But, aren't we together? We must
be together!!!
Right?.. – little Kate didn't want to give up.

I understood that the father would find it difficult to explain to his daughter –
such a little human being – that their life had changed dramatically and they could not
return to the old world, no matter how much she wanted that. The father was in shock
himself and, to my mind, needed consolation no less than his daughter. The boy bore
up best of all, although I could see perfectly well that he also was terribly frightened.
Everything happened so unexpectedly and neither of them was ready for that.
Obviously, the boy had an "instant of courageousness" triggered when he saw his
"big, strong" dad so taken aback, and he, poor thing, had to be the man and take the
"reins of government" from his confused father's hands into his child's shaky little
ones...
I have never seen people (except for my grand-dad) at the very moment of their
death. It was then, on this ill-fated evening, that I understood how terribly helpless
and unprepared people were in the moment of their transition to another world!
Probably the fear of something unknown and the view of their physical body from the
outside (but already without them in it!) shocked people who suspected nothing of
the kind.
– Daddy, look! They are taking us away and Mummy too! How will we find her
again?

The girl tugged at her father's sleeve, trying to catch his attention but he still was
somewhere "between worlds" and paid no attention to her. I was very surprised and
even disappointed at this behaviour, unworthy of him, for no matter how scared this
big human being was, a little human being – his tiny daughter – standing at his feet,
needed his consolation and support. For her he was "the best and strongest" dad in
the world, therefore, in my opinion he simply had no right to be so apathetic in her
presence.
I saw that the poor children had no idea whatsoever what to do and where to go;
neither had I, frankly speaking. But someone had to do something and I again decided
to interfere in that which, probably, was not my business but I simply could not look
at all that calmly and not act.

– I beg your pardon, what is your name? – I gently asked the father.
This simple question led him out of the "thick fog" in which he had been
submerged, unable to find his way. Astonished, he confusedly pronounced:
– My name is Valery. Where did you come from?!... Did you die too? Why do

you hear us? I was very glad that he had somehow regained his senses and
answered:

– No, I did not die. I was just passing by when all this happened; but I can hear
you and talk to you, if you wish.

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