Thoughts in my head # 56 or A toy. Do you remember your toys?

A toy. This is the very thing that every child does not part with even for a while. Drags it around, loves like a living being, tells something to it, puts it to sleep next to him.

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Then comes the moment when your favorite toy is no longer needed. It lies somewhere, it catches the eye, but the child no longer sees it. There are other toys, there are other hobbies. This is the very first betrayal that the Little Soul performs.

What if I'm also someone's toy? They play with me, they take care of me, and then throw out somewhere ... well, in the closet will be not bad...

And now I'm lying in that deaf, dark cupboard. there is quite a bit of light through the crack, and at night the moon light filtered through the windows but it is not enough strength to illuminate my miserable existence. I'm a doll. I have arms, legs. My eyes are always wide open. It is rumored that my grandmothers closed their eyes when they were laid to sleep. But at us, modern dolls, eyes are always open to meet the Little Soul. Perhaps, that is why we are less appreciated now? ...

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When I was playing, I could see a very big world! I was even taken to the street, carefully wrapping my lifeless legs and arms. I was bathed, combed (painfully) my hairs ... and now I can not see anything but the walls of the terrible closet.

I can lie and think, think for a long time over my short life ... Nothing important happened in my life, except for the acquaintance with the Little Soul. Once I was forgotten on the bench when it started to rain. How terrible it was then! I lay, and huge drops painfully fell on me ... then the Little Soul played with me in the rain for a long time, pouring at me from a tiny watering can, not understanding how much the drops burned me ... Then I was wrapped in a blanket, but calm never returned ...

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A few months after getting to know the Little Soul, there was a big holiday in the house! There were many brilliant toys! I was dressed in a rustling tinsel and seated under an odorous spruce. And at night a number of other toys were put up and so we joked and laughed! Then I did not know that in the morning the Little Soul would joyfully grab another doll from under the fir tree, and I would be thrown into the closet ...

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What should I do now? Nothing ... Maybe the Little Soul will remember me ... Maybe they'll give me to another Little Soul ... Maybe I'll just be alone in a dark closet, or they'll take me away again in the rain on the bench ...
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Oh, how I would like to become a Little Soul ...