I've always been intrigued by nesting dolls. There's something slightly akin to human nature - a smaller doll inside a larger one. They have always reminded me of a relationship between a larger, more influential figure, with a less significant one. So when a friend of mine was going to Kazakhstan to do some missionary work and asked me what I would like him to bring back for me, the answer was an obvious one.
This was my chance to finally possess an authentic nesting doll. It was difficult to keep the dolls away from the kids. My plan was never to have them as toys, but as items I could keep for a long time. I like to think that a lot of human nature can be compared with nesting dolls; like the way we feel protective over people who're weaker and less able to fight their own corner. We also feel 'on edge' when someone in our company is constantly looking out of a window or pacing the floor (or standing behind our chair). We catch yawns and automatically look in the direction of a crying baby.
Yes, I love nesting dolls! They're uncomplicated items in a seemingly complicated shell just waiting to be opened and admired. They're so much bigger on the inside than they are on the outside - all layered up, but not like onions. :-)