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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

– Please, I beg you, don’t worry... I have a message for you… from your
daughter. She is here with me, if you want to talk to her…

I was afraid to imagine what reaction my words could cause in the blind drunk
man. As it appeared, I truly was right to be fearful.
He roared like an injured beast, and I was afraid that all the neighbours would
come running and I would have to go away, achieving nothing.

– Don’t you dare!!!! – The father, infuriated by my words, raged. – Where did
such a thing like you come from? Get out!!!
I did not know what to say to him, how to explain and whether it was really worth
doing? He understood almost nothing at that moment. But the thin voice again
whispered:
– Don’t be afraid, please. Tell him that I am here. I often saw him in this state.

– I beg your pardon, Arthur. This is your name, isn’t it? No matter whether you
want to believe it or not, your daughter is here with me. It is true! And now she sees
everything that you do and hears what you say.
For a fraction of a second he stared at me with almost intelligent gaze and I
already rejoiced that everything would be all right, as suddenly strong hands raised
me from earth and put me on the other side of the threshold, quickly slamming the ill-
fated door right in front of my very nose.

To my shame, I was absolutely taken aback. Certainly, many different things had
happened over the time that I communicated with the dead. Some people were angry
only because an unknown girl suddenly dared to shatter their peace. Some did not
want to belive in the reality of what I tried to tell them. Some did not want to talk at
all, because I was a stranger to them. Yes, a lot of things happened... But nobody ever
chucked me out of the house. Again, like it sometimes happened to me, I felt myself
to be a little and helpless girl who wanted very much that a clever grown up would
give me some good advice which would solve all the problems at once and everything
would fall into place.
Unfortunately, there was no "grown up" next to me and I had to get out of this
scrape by myself. So, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes tight, I pulled my
"trembling" emotions together and pushed the doorbell again …
Danger is not frightful when you know how it looks. Therefore I said to myself
that I just had to deal with a drunk, embittered with pain, person who I would not be
afraid of anymore.

This time the door opened much quicker. Arthur’s drunken face expressed utter
surprise.
– You? Again! – He could not believe it.

I was very afraid that he would slam the door again and then I would have no
chance to do anything...
– Daddy, daddy, please! Don’t offend her! She will go away and then nobody
will help us!!! – The girl whispered, on the verge of weeping. – It’s me, your fox-cub!
Do you remember how you promised me to take me to the magic mountain? Do you?
– She "glued" her round pleading eyes on me, desperately asking me to repeat her

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