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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

– I am very pleased to meet you, – I said, still feeling a little constrained. – It
probably is very difficult to be between worlds for so long?

– This world differs little from others, – Shrugging, the knight answered calmly.
– Only it is almost empty...
– What do you mean empty? – I was surprised.

Stella interfered immediately. It was obvious that she wanted to tell me
everything as quickly as possible and jumped with burning impatience.
– He could not find his family here, but I helped him! – She gladly fired.
Harold affectionately smiled at this marvellous, "sparkling" with happiness, little
human being and nodded in confirmation of her words:

– It is true. I have been looking for them for an eternity, but what I really had to
do was to open the right "door". She helped me to do that.
I stared at Stella, expecting explanation. This girl continued to surprise me more
and more.

– Well, yes, – Stella pronounced, being a bit abashed. – He told me his story and
I saw that they are not here. So, I looked for them and found...
Naturally, I understood very little from such explanation, but I was ashamed to
ask for more and decided to wait what she would say further. But unfortunately or
fortunately, nothing could be easily concealed from the clever girl... Cunningly
glancing at me with her enormous eyes, she offered immediately:
– Do you want me to show you?

I only nodded affirmatively, being afraid of frightening her off and expecting
something "shockingly-unbelievable".
Her "variegated" reality vanished and the unusual landscape appeared...

It appeared to be a very hot, maybe eastern, country, because everything around
dazzled with bright and white-orange light which usually can be found in an area with
burning hot, dry air. The earth was scorched and colourless to the very horizon and
nothing diversified this stingily- monotonous, flat and "naked" landscape except for
distant mountains far away in the blue haze. Far off I saw a small, ancient white-rock
city which was walled in by a tumbledown stone wall. It was obvious that nobody had
attacked the city for a very long time, and the locals did not care about defence or at
least renovation of the municipal wall.
Narrow ophidian streets hurried inside the city and then united in one, a bit wider
with unusual little "castles" on it which rather looked like miniature white fortresses
surrounded by miniature gardens which bashfully hid from stranger’s eyes behind
their high stone walls. There was almost no greenery in the city; therefore the
incinerating heat mercilessly "melted" the white stones lit by the wicked midday sun
which furiously brought down all the power of its scalding rays on unprotected, dusty
streets which, choking lamentably waited for the slightest puff of fresh breeze which
never came. The burning hot air "swayed" with hot waves, converting this unusual
town into a real stuffy oven. It seemed this was the hottest day of the hottest summer
on earth.
The picture was very real, just like my favourite fairy-tales into which I "fell",

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