Some say the creation of the Russian nesting doll
began in Japan. But there is another tale that we share here. Most people
agree that Russian nesting dolls were first created in the late 1800's by
a Russian man named Murmantov. But the idea for the dolls was not based on
anything made in Japan. The idea was based on an old Russian nursery tale.
That old tale went something like this .....
Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a very
little girl named Oksana, who loved to run down the mountain. But she
never went alone. Oksana always took one of her sisters with her. There
were wolves on the mountain.
One day, all the women in her family were busy making
brightly colored scarves to wear in the coming festival. Oksana's big
sister had lovingly made a very small scarf, just the right size for
Oksana.
"There you go, my little sister," smiled
Oksana's biggest sister as she tied Oksana's new scarf under her chin.
Oksana was very happy. She gave her biggest sister a
hug of thanks and danced outside. Oksana swirled and twirled and spun
around.
"Stay close to the house," her mother
called absently through the open door of the house.
"Yes, mother," Oksana said obediently. The
ties of her scarf danced in the breeze. It was such a lovely day.
Swirling and twirling, she moved farther and farther away from home
without even noticing.
Inside the house, her middle sister stood up and
stretched. She leaned out the window to take a deep breath of clean
mountain air. Way in the distance, she could see a colorful speck swirling
and twirling in the breeze. Her eyes narrowed. What was it? Could it be?
Oh no!
Shouting to her mother and grandmother and sisters,
Oksana's middle sister flew down the mountain. Her sisters ran quickly
behind her. Her mother ran swiftly behind them. Her grandmother forgot her
aches and pains and ran panting behind them. When they all reached little
Oksana, they hugged her tightly.
Oksana's eyes widened nervously when she realized how
very far away from home she had wandered. If not for the love of her
family, she would have been all alone on the mountain. If the wolves had
noticed, well, better not to think about the wolves.
Oksana and her sisters and her mother and her
grandmother all walked up the mountain, happy together.