A real life story about a Matryoshka-Patchwork FamilyMy grandfather was Ukrainian and ended up in Ba
A real life story about a Matryoshka-Patchwork FamilyMy grandfather was Ukrainian and ended up in Bavaria after WW2. He was a great artist with straw-mosaic (the table on the picture is by him), but he also liked to tell tall stories, so he made all his Bavarian acquaintances believe that he had invented this technique himself.At some point my other grandfather had occasion to travel to Moscow. That was when he discovered that Grandpa Nr.1 (not yet a grandfather then) might have been exaggerating. As a proof he brought this set of straw-mosaic matryoshkas back with him, which had been on sale as souvenirs.A few years later I came along and was given the matryoshkas to play with. Tiny as I was, I left them on the floor and my grandmother stepped on them, crushing the smaller half of the set. I can’t remember this incident, but I grew up knowing only the big, the blue and the yellow matryoshka, along with the story that it was all my own fault that the rest was missing. So it was to my greatest surprise that I discovered the little red one at my grandparents’ house in my early teens. She’s heavily glued, so I suppose the rest was really beyond repair. (I wonder about the smallest though, which must have been massive wood).The smallest member of the family is adopted. The Ukrainian grandfather once brought a second-hand jigsaw puzzle home, and in the box was this smallest of a matryoshka set.One day I want to write a children’s book about them :) -- source link
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