living doll

December 3, 2018

I bought my niece a matryoshka doll on the weekend, a classic gift that every child enjoys. My father’s wife grew up in Moscow, and I’m quite sure it was her parents who gave me mine. I can remember lining the dolls up on my mantle piece, from the largest, maybe 8 inches tall, to the tiniest, no larger than a lentil. The other day, as I opened each doll to find another inside, I was genuinely excited. It was the nostalgia, yes, but more than that, it was the surprise that I enjoyed so much. Just when I thought I’d reached the last doll, two more appeared! It make me think about possibility and discovery. The person within the person within the person, and so on. We’re all Matryoshka dolls!


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