An Ugly Doll.
There was a boy named
Peter. He had a sister who had a lot of dolls. Most her
dolls were nice and beautiful but one of them was strange
and ugly. The girl was frightened of this doll and was
frightened even to throw it out. Peter decided to help his
sister, he said:
- Don't worry, I'll
throw it out, relax, it's just a silly doll, nothing more.
- Ok, - said his
little sister - but you must destroy it, burn it, please.
I'm so scared of this doll.
He only laughed at her
little sister.
What was said was
done. But Peter didn't want to spend his time on burning the
doll, he just dropped it into the river and said good bye to
it. He came home late and went to sleep at once.
At night he woke up.
Somebody was breathing near him. Somebody was climbing up
his sheet. He couldn't see anything - it was a very dark
starless night and he was terrified. Then he felt something
wet on his legs. He moved to the very corner of the bed,
hoping it was a nightmare. It wasn't.
Some minutes passed
and then he could recognize in that heavily breathing and
slowly creeping thing the ugly doll which he had sent to a
floating trip. Peter couldn't speak or do anything. The doll
now was not only ugly, it was the ugliest creature he had
ever seen or could have even imagined something like that.
- Hello, darling -
said the Doll in a deep dry voice. - I don't like good byes.
You know, I wasn't going to leave this family. I love this
family. I want to be here and to live in this house forever.
And now you will help me.
- But... how...
sorry... I was... I thought... - Peter tried to explain -
You are just a doll... How can you... ?
- Oh, shut up, just a
boy. I'm not a doll now. Now I'm you.
And the doll tore off
Peter's legs and put them on. Then it tore off Peter's arms
and put them on. Then it tore Peter's head off and put it on
too. And the Doll turned into Peter. And Peter became the
ugly doll.
When next day Peter's
sister saw the ugly doll on the same place on the shelf, she
was so angry at Peter, she took the doll and dropped it into
the fire in the fireplace. The doll wanted to cry but
couldn't. The doll was destroyed - her real brother was
burnt, but she didn't know about it.
- Peter, why you
didn't burn that doll? - she asked Peter (the real Doll),
when she saw him.
- You should know, now
I love dolls, my darling, but more than dolls I love you -
said Peter in a strange dry voice.
Nobody saw that little
girl anymore.