And that night I was a mechanical doll and I turned right and left, to all sides and I fell on my face and broke to bits, and they tried to put me together with skillful hands And then I went back to being a correct doll and all my manners were studied and compliant. But by then I was a different kind of doll like a wounded twig hanging by a tendril. And then I went to dance at a ball, but they left me in the company of cats and dogs even though all my steps were measured and patterned. And I had golden hair and I had blue eyes and I had a dress the color of the flowers in the garden and I had a straw hat decorated with a cherry.
Translated from the original Hebrew by Karen Alkalay-Gut.