My Fovourite Matryoshka Doll.
Since I am a big spender, after some visits to Russia, I naturally became a Russian souvenir collector. Especially, I like Matryoshka dolls, the Russian traditional wooden dolls, so I have brought home five of them. Out of these dolls, my favorite is the red Matryoshka that I have bought in Moscow on my first visit. It has ten figures in it; the outermost figure is about fifteen centimeters tall, and the last figure – five millimeters. The outermost doll is a plump Russian girl dressed in a red floral-patterned Sarafan, the Russian folk costume. She is wearing a golden hair decoration and holding a white lace handkerchief in her right hand. All the ten figures are in the same clothes and with the same accessories, but with different facial expressions. The biggest girl seems happy; a gentle smile curves her lips. However, when you open this first figure, you will see what the handkerchief is for: the next doll inside is shedding tears. There are five sad girls in five happy girls, or vice versa. It is strange that, unlike the usual Matryoshka dolls, not the all girls seem happy in this one. On the other hand, it totally makes sense; because it shows the fact that there are both happy days and sad days in our lives. Also, it is true that there is sadness beneath the happiness and vice versa. Whenever I feel down, I bring this Matryoshka doll down from the cabinet and open all the pieces. Considering the repeating order of smiling and crying, the last tiniest girl must be crying, but I cannot see it exactly, because it is too small. And then, I feel that my sadness seems as small as that of hers, and try to smile. What a good doll it is!
My Fovourite Matryoshka Doll.
ReplyDeleteSince I am a big spender, after some visits to Russia, I naturally became a Russian souvenir collector. Especially, I like Matryoshka dolls, the Russian traditional wooden dolls, so I have brought home five of them. Out of these dolls, my favorite is the red Matryoshka that I have bought in Moscow on my first visit. It has ten figures in it; the outermost figure is about fifteen centimeters tall, and the last figure – five millimeters. The outermost doll is a plump Russian girl dressed in a red floral-patterned Sarafan, the Russian folk costume. She is wearing a golden hair decoration and holding a white lace handkerchief in her right hand. All the ten figures are in the same clothes and with the same accessories, but with different facial expressions. The biggest girl seems happy; a gentle smile curves her lips. However, when you open this first figure, you will see what the handkerchief is for: the next doll inside is shedding tears. There are five sad girls in five happy girls, or vice versa. It is strange that, unlike the usual Matryoshka dolls, not the all girls seem happy in this one. On the other hand, it totally makes sense; because it shows the fact that there are both happy days and sad days in our lives. Also, it is true that there is sadness beneath the happiness. Whenever I feel down, I bring this Matryoshka doll down from the cabinet and open all the pieces. Considering the repeating order of smiling and crying, the last tiniest girl must be crying, but I cannot see it exactly, because it is too small. And then, I feel that my sadness seems as small as that of hers, and try to smile.