There is no respect, love or understanding left for art in this new world of technology. People seldom pay any heed to an old vintage art and doll store hidden in plain sight around a corner, in any street.
Mr. Rudolph, an Old Russian citizen fled to the United States during the WW 2. His family – a wife and two beautiful daughters died in the effort. Ever since then he had been running a small shop called “Matryoshka” (meaning: Speak no evil, in Russian) in the state of Louisiana. Before the war he used to work at a bank in Russia as a clerk and doll making was his only hobby, most of his creations became gifts to his daughters. But now in America he wanted to just make dolls in the remembrance of his daughters, so he took it up as a profession.
Settling in America was not easy for him, he was constantly called a Nazi, and stones were pelted at his shop. Rudolph started harboring hatred in his heart. The loss of his family and the constant reminder of the incident made him an insomniac and pushed him to the edge. He was losing his grip on sanity and was in dire need of some sort of hope or faith.
One fine morning, a sweet little girl visited his shop and started looking around like any innocent kid would. An already irate Rudolph growled at her to get out. Terrified at the sudden growl, she stumbled and fell on the floor. Rudolph ambled towards her and saw her crying in the corner. He helped her up and sat her down on a chair. She was trembling in fear. Mellowing a little, Rudolph asked her where her parents were. Still sobbing, girl blurted out in broken sentences that she lived in the neighborhood and that she wanted a doll.