Bína brúða  (My Bina Doll)

Every night Bína falls asleep on my pillow beside me.

She might not close her eyes, but i think she sleeps just like me.            

During the day Bína sits on my shelf,

She guards my belongings while i am away, in school.

Bína has a beautiful orange hair maid of sheep-wool.

Once a doll was given to me.

She had curly hair made of acryl, could close her eyes,

and she had a lot of clothes,  such as a skiing suit and a gala-ball-dress.

Bína and i tried on some of these lovely clothes...

..but they were not her size

so we just put the doll back into her box.

We did not mind at all that Bína could not wear these clothes.

Her dress is just nice as it is.

Once my mother got visitors:  a lady and a kid that she brought along with her.

She put the boy right into my room,

and he took to grabbing all my toys, tore and spoiled and messed everything up.

I had to save my toys and stuff from that trouble-maker.

Then he took to screaming and crying,

and the lady came immediately into my room to smother him.

She said that he was so found of dolls, her little cuty-pie,

and she took Bína from the shelf and gave her to the boy  --- that monster.

So doing she went back into the living-room to my mother.

Obviously Bína was terribly shocked and startled, being helpless in the hands of the monster.

Never before had Bína tolerated such flights into the air, not knowing where she would land.

Her woolen hair was not tidy any more;

on her toe, where there was almost a tear, -- that i had carefully not exposed to any strain,--   there was almost a disaster happening.

I could not take this any more.

I took Bína away from him.

He screamed and yelled,

she came, of course, at once, into my room, not sweetly looking at all:

“What kind of behaviour is this, little girl?”  she asked harshly.

“Can the child not even play with that ugly doll-thing of yours. I can see that you have lots and lots of toys.  I did not assume that you would be so selfish and mean towards a little child.”

I was a bit feeling guilty and ashamed when my mother entered.

She asked me if i could not find something with which the little boy could play in the living-room where they two were having a cup of tea.

I, actually, was not in the mood to lend that monster anything, --

but as my mother asked me........

I placed Bína safely and carfully on a pillow so that she could recover from the shock and mal-treatment.

Then i got the box from underneath the bed.

The little monster was impressed, stupified,  when i opened the box,

almost as if he were shy.

The lady was astonished and stammered out:  “Are you really going to lend him that doll?”

Mom said he should come with them and take a look at all her clothes and things in the box.

Bína and i were relieved when they left the room.

We needed to talk together about something that no-one else was supposed to overhear.

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