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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

mumbled, being offended:

– How do you know where we are going?
– It’s written all over your face. – Gran was smiling.

Of course, nothing was written on my face, but I would give anything to know
how she always knew everything so confidently when the matter concerned me.
In a couple of minutes we were strolling toward the forest, enthusiastically
chatting about different and unbelievable stories, of which she, naturally, knew much
more than me and this was one of the reasons why I liked to go for a walk with her so
much.
There were only two of us and therefore, there was no need to fear that someone
would be eavesdropping on us and not like what we were talking about.

My grandmother easily accepted all my oddities and was never afraid of
anything; and sometimes, if she saw that I totally "got lost" in something, she gave
me advice, helping me to get out of that or another unpleasant situation; but most of
all she simply observed how I would react to complications, which had become
permanent on my "thorny" life-path. Lately it seemed to me that my grandmother
waited impatiently for something new to happen in order to see whether I had grown
up even a little bit, or still "stewed" in my "happy childhood", unwilling to get out of
my child's short shirt. But I loved her very much even for such "cruel" behaviour and
tried to use every single opportunity to spend time with her as often as possible.
The forest met us with friendly rustle of gold autumn foliage. The weather was
absolutely gorgeous, and I hoped that I would find my new friends there too.

I picked a small bouquet of still remaining modest autumn flowers, several
minutes more and we came to the cemetery and I saw the same fragile sweet old lady
sitting at the same place, the cemetery gates...
– Oh, I thought I could not wait until you came! – She joyfully greeted us.
Extremely surprised, I looked at her with my mouth wide open and most likely I
looked foolish enough, because the old lady broke into merry laughter, came to us and
tenderly patted my cheek.

– Go dear, Stella is probably getting tired of waiting for you. And we’ll be sitting
here for a while...
I did not have time to ask how I would get to Stella, as everything disappeared
and I found myself in the already familiar, shining with all colours of the rainbow,
world of Stella’s luxuriant fantasy and before I had time to see how the land lies I
heard the enthusiastic voice:

– Ah, how swell that you came! I waited and waited for you!
The girl flew up to me like a whirlwind and dumped a... little red "dragon" right
in my hands. I jumped back in surprise, but then broke into laughter, because it was
the most charming and funny creature in the world.
The "dragon", if I may call it that, puffed up his tender pink belly and
threateningly began to hiss at me, obviously hoping to frighten me. But when he saw
that nobody was going to be frightened here, calmly settled down on my knees and
began to snuffle peacefully, showing what a "good boy" he was and how strongly he

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