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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

beloved father right before her eyes. I had no idea what to do but something must be
done immediately. I quickly looked around and found nothing better to grasp than the
pile of dirty plates and toss them on the floor with all my might. Arthur jumped up in
the arm-chair and stared at me with his half-mad eyes.

– Stop moping! – I cried. – Look, what "friends" you have invited to your house!
I was not sure whether he could see what we saw, but this was my only hope to
bring him round somehow and thus make him sober up a bit.

The way his eyes suddenly became like saucers I understood – he saw it. Totally
horrified, he dashed aside into a corner, being unable to take his eyes off his "cute"
guests and say a word; he only pointed at them with his trembling hand. He was
trembling with shock and I understood that if I did nothing, the poor man would have
a nervous attack.
I mentally tried to address the strange monster-like creatures, but nothing good
came of it; they ominously "growled", waving me away with their paws with sharp
claws and without turning around, sent a very painful power blow straight into my
chest. One of them "unglued" from Arthur and thinking that Vesta would be easy prey,
jumped on her. The girl began to squeal wildly from surprise, but – one has to give
her due for bravery – she began to fight it off with all her might. They were incorporeal
spirits, therefore perfectly "understood" each other and could freely inflict and
exchange energy shots. You should have seen the fervour with which the fearless little
girl threw herself into battle.
Surely her vigorous blows made the shrivelling "monster" see stars, but to our
shame we, the three observers, froze so that we did not react immediately to give her
any help. Right then Vesta began to look like a totally squeezed golden lump and, on
turning transparent, disappeared somewhere. I understood that she had given all her
forces, trying to defend herself, and now she had nothing left to maintain the contact
with us. Christina perplexedly looked around – probably her daughter was not in the
habit of disappearing all of a sudden, leaving her absolutely alone. I began to look
around then and I saw the most punch-drunk face I ever saw in my life, both before
and after... Arthur was in real shock and looked right at his wife!

Most likely the overdose of alcohol, huge stress and all subsequent emotions
opened a "door" between our different worlds for a short while and he saw his dead
Christina, being beautiful and "real" the same as he always knew her. No words could
describe the expression in their eyes! They did not talk, although, as I understood,
Arthur could hear her. I think, he just could not talk at that moment, but his eyes
contained everything – the wild pain which had tormented him for so long, boundless
happiness which stunned him with its suddeness and supplication, and a lot more
things which no words would be able to express!
He stretched out his hands to her, not understanding that he would never be able
to hug her anymore in this world. I think he hardly understood anything at all then...
He simply saw her again, which was quite incredible in itself! All the rest did not
matter to him at all... And here Vesta appeared again. She stared at her dad in surprise
and suddenly, understanding everything, cried heart-rendingly:

– Da-a-d! Daddy!!! – She threw her arms around his neck, or rather tried to,

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