Russia
Before
leaving, I received one tiny present - an elaborately painted wooden figurine
of sorts. “Twist to open it.” I did.
And found a smaller replica inside. “There’s
more. Go ahead twist it.” And found a smaller one inside, and then another,
and another until I got a little bigger than an apple seed. It’s a Russian doll
called – Matryoshka traditionally made of the Linden tree, dried for at least
two years. “Take it home.” She said. “Can I take their mom too?” I replied as
I gently nudged her hip with my elbow, her hair brushing my face….
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