Larisa still loves dolls. Not those chubby, rosy-cheeked plastic babies—but real porcelain ladies made long ago, dressed in lace gowns and pantaloons. Sometimes she dreams of a boy with a serious face and long, dark curls like a girl’s. He presses to his chest a doll of astonishing beauty, wearing a straw hat with feathers and flowers. And Larisa wakes up with her own scream: “Give it back!”
Looking like a doll—fragile, well-groomed, very beautiful—Larisa didn’t like long relationships and commitments. But at last someone came along who could break her icy calm and touch the heart she kept locked away… Only does the doll have a heart?…