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Matroshky Matroshky rose-cheeked doll nested inside her are others lacquered and glad with flowered scarves red painted aprons littleorphanannie eyes Matroshky mother of mother of mothers Tolya squealed with pleasure receiving her into his small hands on his third birthday He delighted in opening the doll taking her apart smaller and smaller and smaller until the tiniest one no bigger than a tear appeared in his dimpled hand Then he assembled her bigger and bigger and bigger until she was one again How he loved the soft glossy smoothness of her the delicious wood smell as each part opened to him Until his fifth year when, on a dare from his friends he removed the tiny one the one that was whole and carefully cut her in half to expose the doll within but, as it turned out she was childless and so he abandoned her |
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