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I'm really sad that my class is over. I loved hearing my teacher tell stories.
She showed us a picture of her brother pretend fighting, with the sky as a background. It had to have been from the 50's, and she told us that she brought it with her to the US and never told her brother she took it in the first place.
She showed us pictures of her mother and father and told us stories about her family. Tonight, she had a Matryoshka tonight that was about a foot tall. She told us she didn't have any of the smaller dolls normally found inside because she gave them to all her friends. Her friends were jealous of her giant doll, so she gave her little dolls away to make her friends feel better. Something about the mental image of that moved me. All those matryoshki now scattered around Russia, or wherever it was they ended up.
She showed us a picture of her brother pretend fighting, with the sky as a background. It had to have been from the 50's, and she told us that she brought it with her to the US and never told her brother she took it in the first place.
She showed us pictures of her mother and father and told us stories about her family. Tonight, she had a Matryoshka tonight that was about a foot tall. She told us she didn't have any of the smaller dolls normally found inside because she gave them to all her friends. Her friends were jealous of her giant doll, so she gave her little dolls away to make her friends feel better. Something about the mental image of that moved me. All those matryoshki now scattered around Russia, or wherever it was they ended up.