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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

whom I sincerely wanted to stay forever.

Regrettably, real life called me to "come down to Earth" and I had to say
goodbye, without knowing whether I would succeed in seeing her again, if only for
an instant.
Stella looked at me with her large, round eyes, as if wishing and at the same time
not daring to ask me something. I decided to help her.

– Do you want me to come again? – I asked, cherishing
hopes for "yes". Her funny face again shone with all shades
of joy:

– Will you really, really come?! – She squeaked happily.
– I will, really, really. – I promised firmly.

Stella-2. Harold

My days, busily "up to my neck" in everyday bustle, turned out to be weeks, and
I still could not find free time to visit my darling little friend. I thought about her
almost every day and swore to myself that tomorrow I would find time to "unburden
my heart" with this wonderful light creature, if only for a couple of hours... There was
also another, very strange, idea which gave me no rest – I wanted very much to
introduce Stella’s grandmother to mine, no less interesting and unusual... For some
inexplicable reason I was sure that these extraordinary women would certainly find
something to talk about.
So, one fine day I suddenly decided that "That’s enough!" and it was high time
to stop putting aside everything "for tomorrow". Although I was not sure that Stella’s
grandmother would be there that day, I thought that it would be wonderful if I finally
visited my new friend at least and if I were lucky, introduce our dear grandmothers to
each other.

Some strange force literally pushed me out of home, as if someone very softly
and at the same time very insistently called me, mentally, from far away.
I quietly came to my grandmother and, as usual, began to hang around her, trying
to think up the best way of telling her about all this.

– Well, shall we go or what? – Gran asked calmly.
I stared at her in disbelief, trying to understand how she could know that I was
going to go somewhere at all.
But she gave me a sly smile and asked, as if nothing happened:

– What? Don’t you want to walk with me?
From the bottom of my heart I was indignant at such unceremonious intruding
in my "private mental world" and I decided to "test" her.

– Of course, I want! – I exclaimed joyfully, and without telling where we would
go, headed for the door.
– Take a pullover, when we’re coming back, it’ll be chilly! – My grandmother
called after me.
That’s it! I could not stand it anymore! I ruffled up like a frozen sparrow and

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