DOLLS
While waiting for my
morning drunken friends, I noticed a vintage second-hand-shop’s window. Came
inside and said hello to the couple of nice rusty ladies. And then I saw them:
the dolls! On the shelf were standing many of them, they covered the whole wall!
Beautiful old type of dolls, tall and gorgeous, with curly hair (golden yellow
or dark black), with big starring eyes, in colorful clothing – ball-dresses,
country look, boyish style with a cap, city ladies…
They are so pretty, I have
to buy one for Lenka! – crossed my mind. But I couldn't decide which one, it was
so difficult to choose. So, I left the store, and the decision, for some of the
following days.
After two days of nasty clubbing,
I finally found a moment to go to the shop again and to choose the perfect
doll.
But then, in my other
visit, dolls look different to me. It’s a second-hand-store, so, they are not
new and flawless. No matter how dazzling they seem, on each of them, something
is missing. One has a little grey spot on a forehead, the other is without one
shoe, third has nest in her hair, forth has a steam on a divine red dress…
I am carefully looking and
searching, but I can’t find one which suits me. I am leaving a store and feel a
little bit sad for them. So gorgeous and special, but…
They are just like you and
me. Everything is beautiful, but something is missing.
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