I bought a doll with 100 poses in Lviv. Her face is unremarkable, but her body is very flexible and her joints are not loose. The only thing that distinguishes her from yogis is her balletic feet in pointe shoes. And at home, I transplanted Anya’s beloved, floppy Krutonozhka’s head onto a new articulated body. The child is very happy, and the doll has gained a new, full life. Now I’m thinking about a wheelchair for this loose, fake doll.