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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

me, or a prisoner, if you don’t. I cannot free you... despite that I love you.

I looked at him being absolutely numb, totally drowning in the madness of his
reasoning. Although there was something in which Caraffa was, unfortunately, right.
Too many cowards and scoundrels lived on earth. They were bogged down in
consumerism, gnawing the "bones" of personal prosperity they were occasionally
thrown, which suited Caraffa just perfectly. This was a crowd that was not dangerous
for him. Well, Anna and I fell into the second, dangerous category.
– Your Holiness, if you understand that you cannot break people like us, why do
you try then? In fact Anna is very talented. Why don’t you want to preserve her? She
could help you a lot. Why do you kill her?

– Because you are my only hope to get what I desire, Isidora. Therefore, Anna is
my only trump which (trust me!) I will play without any scruples. Do you wish to think,
Madonna?
My head began to spin. How many times I intentionally imagined this moment to
somehow adjust myself to it and survive! How many times I tried simply to "get used"
to this idea in order that (when the time comes) not to go totally mad! But no matter
how hard I tried the reality turned out to be much more frightful...
Somehow I managed to gather all my strength and my deadened lips pronounced
words which pursued me for the rest of my short remaining life and which I was unable
to forget even there, in my distant new world...

– I already gave you the answer, Your Holiness... Anna is not worth of millions of
other good lives which you will destroy, if you live long... I cannot give her preference
over those millions... despite the fact that she is my daughter.
– You are mad, Isidora! – Caraffa sharply pronounced, turned to the executioner
and ordered: – Begin!

Bare horror yelled in Anna’s eyes. I knew how frightened she was, nevertheless,
my girl did not give up. And I could not betray her by surrendering to Caraffa...
The man came to the torture arm-chair and lifted red-hot heavy twig over Anna’s
hands. The smell of singed meat spread over the room. Anna began to scream.
Immediately the tormentor clutched at his heart and slowly slipped down on the floor.
– Stop it, Isidora! Or I shall be obliged to send you out of the room! – Caraffa
bawled.

– But it was not me, Holiness! – I gave an exhausted smile. – Anna is the
strongest Vedunia.
Did you really think that she would sit calmly while you torture her?
I was proud of my brave daughter, even knowing how cruelly she suffered. Her
father’s courage lived in Anna and she was not going to give her life easily. She tried
to take with her as many of those inhuman creatures, which cause pain to other gifted
ones, as possible.

– So, it was Anna again? But she could not. We made her drink herbs that close
the outlet of her force. How could it happen?!
Caraffa let the cat out of the bag... He went mad! And I laughed in his face, having
understood what truly happened here.

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