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ArtistAmazing these people, I thought. So capable of outsmarting or outsmarting each other. We suitcases are very honest creatures. Well, when I returned back to the compartment, from the land of fairy tales, neither the woman, nor the child and their husband and father were in the compartment. My master was sitting on the bottom shelf, holding his head with both hands. Two men were fussing in the aisle next to him. But I came to myself not from the bustle, but from the fact that someone had cut into my reasoning. I thought I was imagining things. No, the voice sounded clearly: - You silly fellow suitcase. - Who is this?