May I see that toy?” I requested, pointing to a painted wooden doll in the glass case behind the cash register. “Of course,” Tina Alvetina, the clerk smiled, unlocking and sliding open the door. “It’s a matryoshka,” she added, lifting out the nesting dolls. “Can you repeat that please?” I asked. “Matryoshka. It’s Russian, I believe. I’m originally from the
