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Girl and doll

The girl sat on her bed, surrounded by an army of dolls.

Some were new and pristine, others old and tattered, but each had its own personality and unique expression. But there was one doll that stood out from the rest, a doll that had been passed down through generations of her family. This doll had seen better days. Its once pristine white dress was now yellowed and stained, and its delicate features had been chipped away over time. But the girl didn't care. To her, this doll was special, imbued with a kind of magic that no other doll could match.

She held the doll in her arms, and as she did, a strange feeling came over her. It was as if the doll had come to life, its eyes glowing with an eerie light. The girl felt a shiver run down her spine, but she couldn't look away. There was something about the doll's expression that drew her in, a sense of grotesque playfulness that both scared and fascinated her. It was as if the doll was trying to tell her something, to warn her of some danger that lay ahead. But the girl couldn't decipher the message, couldn't understand what the doll was trying to say.

As she sat there, lost in thought, her gaze was drawn to a painting on the wall. It was a Jan Matejko painting, one that her mother had inherited from her own grandmother. The painting depicted a group of folkloric characters, each with their own story and unique expression. The girl looked closely at the painting, studying the eye-catching detail of each figure. She could almost hear the stories they told, the legends and myths that had been passed down through generations.

And then she saw it. In the corner of the painting, there was a figure that she had never noticed before. It was a doll, just like the one in her arms, with a twisted and grotesque expression that sent shivers down her spine. The girl felt a chill run through her body. Was this a coincidence, or was there some deeper connection between the doll in her arms and the doll in the painting? She couldn't be sure, but she knew that she needed to find out.

And so, she set out on a quest, to unravel the mystery of the doll and the painting, to understand the folkloric tales that they told, and to discover the secrets that lay hidden within them. For the girl knew that there was more to life than what met the eye, that there were deeper truths and hidden meanings waiting to be uncovered. And as she delved deeper into the world of folklore and legend, she knew that she would never look at dolls, or paintings, or anything else, in quite the same way again.

Et c'est ainsi que Marie s'en alla, le cœur lourd, les yeux rivés sur la petite fille prisonnière de sa cage en métal. Elle ne pouvait s'empêcher de penser à elle, même après avoir quitté le parc. Elle se sentait impuissante face à la tragédie de cette enfant, mais elle savait au fond d'elle-même qu'elle ne pourrait jamais abandonner ses convictions. Elle continuerait à se battre pour les causes qui lui tenaient à cœur.