Entering the compartment of the car, Petrovich put
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Prompt: Entering the compartment of the car, Petrovich put me on the top shelf. I rejoiced at that. It was his unconscious gratitude for the mistaken execution he had given me - at least I liked to think so. He didn't put me under the luggage compartment of the bottom shelf, in the stuffiness and darkness. How well up there I could see everything, I could hear everything. I began to look around within my field of vision. At the bottom of the lower shelf sat a Slavic-looking man with an Asian-looking woman. Apparently it was his wife. With them sat a swarthy child about 4 years old, Asian genes dominated him. It was their son. On a table in the center of the compartment on the newspaper "Pravda" lay a sliced herring, feathers of green onion were spiked at the side, boiled potatoes were crumbly and their few remaining eyes were looking intently into the eyes of my host. A pile of thinly sliced lard spread imposingly beside pickles and tomatoes. All this abundance appetizingly attracted Petrovich's eyes.
Prompt: In between important activities there was talk of work, of wives. And Innokenty was not stingy in expressing his dissatisfaction with family life in front of his wife. Petrovich listened and rubbed his cheeks, at that moment they began to remind him of themselves again with aching pains.
How kind and patient these Asian women are. Russian woman would have immediately slapped her mate for immodest mentioning of her address - I thought - and the chicken Petrovich would have made indelible mark on the face of the owner.
Then came fraternization, kissing, friendly hugs, kisses, the fashion for which was introduced by Leonid Brezhnev, and they were very popular at that time between the male representatives. (In the future, these touching lips, indignant severe men from Siberia, the passengers of the train Vladivostok-Vorkuta dubbed not other than - cock-fighting, or accompanied by squeamish cries: "Here's your faggot all developed, and multiplies with the speed of the train. In Soviet times, no one would have thought that the Secretary General was gay, it was the norm of male relations).
The hippo was 100 or even 1000 times bigger than m
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Prompt: The hippo was 100 or even 1000 times bigger than me. If I were that big, Petrovich would hardly be able to lift me, and his chickenshit wife would have kicked me out the door on the first day of my acquaintance. I wonder what hippos wear clothes in? What kind of suitcases do they have? Probably enormous in size? Judging by his size, his underpants or tails wouldn't fit me. I'd love to meet a hippopotamus suitcase! The picture didn't show any of his household effects, and that's a pity.
Well, his mother climbed on the boy's shelf and said to her son:
- "Well, everybody seems to have calmed down. Daddy's asleep. Come on, you go to sleep too.
- Mom, I do not want to sleep, tell me a story - begging the boy, putting aside an interesting guide to the world of animals.
Prompt: - And so the tale is called "Two Neighbors." Close your eyes, listen and imagine. Many years ago in the city of Kyoto, there lived two people,-two neighbors. One was a poor shoemaker, the other a rich fish-shop owner. From morning till late in the evening, the shopkeeper used to shred and fry fish. He stretched it out on bamboo horns, hung it over roasters, smoked it, dried it, fried it. Eels were especially delicious he cooked. He dipped them in a fragrant sauce, fried them in oil on a hot pan, soaked them in vinegar. In a word, the man knew his business! One thing was bad about the fishmonger: he was very stingy and did not lend his goods to anyone.
His neighbor, a poor shoemaker, was very fond of s
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Prompt: His neighbor, a poor shoemaker, was very fond of smoked eels. But, unfortunately, he never had any extra coin to pamper himself. It has long been known, however, that poverty is inventive. And our cobbler, too, found a way to stifle his love of smoked eels.
At noon, when it was dinner time, he would go to the fisherman's house and, taking a rice cake out of his pocket, would sit close to the hearth over which the eels were being smoked. Sitting by the hearth, the poor cobbler would have some kind of conversation with the fisherman, and all the time he was greedily inhaling the smell of smoked fish.
- How did you pay? When? - I paid for the smell of
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Prompt: - How did you pay? When?
- I paid for the smell of eels with the sound of my coins. What more do you want?
However, if you think my nose got more than your ears, I can shake this cup for another minute.
Having said that, he reached for the cup. But the miserly fisherman had already realized that the cobbler had left him a fool. And without waiting for another ringing, he hurried back to his shop.
I didn't even know when the beginning and where the end was. I was in a reverie of dreams, I was in another universe and dimension. I was standing on the ground outside the shoemaker's dwelling. I could smell the eels, I could hear the clinking of coins that jingled merrily in the mug shaking the hands of the contented cobbler. I saw the amazement in the eyes of the merchant. I enjoyed the beauty of nature. I contemplated a blue sky of unseen beauty. The sun shone differently in my reverie, differently than I had seen it before, here in this part of the land. I watched the mesmerizing stream of river waves.
- This is my revenge on him, and I will continue m
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Prompt: - This is my revenge on him, and I will continue my revenge by hiding his important documents in my depths, in secret places, behind the lining, in a particularly hidden compartment known only to me. So that's it," the folder finished its story and looked at me with importance, "And you will be broken and torn and thrown away one day. That's our fate, the fate of things. But don't worry, we'll all end up in the great and eternal luggage room, where we'll be dusted and rubbed with premium oil, which is only sold through a bribe from the basement in the Moscow haberdashery - she continued.
- What is a luggage room?
- This is our paradise. A keeper's paradise. Where
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Prompt: - This is our paradise. A keeper's paradise. Where all the bags, purses, folders, briefcases, suitcases, bags, etc. go. It's a place of peace. Where you won't get crumpled or disfigured," mumbled the folder with a smile.
- How nice. And I imagined that if I got into this great and eternal locker. I would be flaunting myself on the very top shelf, being rubbed once, no, twice a day with this wonderful auxiliary. I will shine, no man's tan will compare to the shade of my material.
- Yes. He is different. He is not like everyone el
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Prompt: - Yes. He is different. He is not like everyone else. He loves all things, regardless of category or prestige. He would never dare offend or hurt anyone, not even the holey rag bag that had been stored in the barn all his life. I felt it as he gently stroked my form. I could feel the love in his hands. Real love. And if a person entrusts us not just with cheap things like socks, panties, dresses, and toothbrushes, but with things of a different status, coveted and cherished by them, then they will love us differently. They will pay special attention to us. Not for a minute, not to part with us and even less to humiliate and obfuscate us.
- So this is our raison d'être. We should strive to keep jewels, special important things, and not some huskies in us? - I stated enthusiastically.
These words struck a chord with me that I was no l
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Prompt: These words struck a chord with me that I was no longer angry with Petrovich. I thought about how I could set him up to keep very, very important and valuable things in me.
- You will laugh, but a bag I know used to visit the famous psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud. - He, after his sessions with her mistress and her, concluded that bags, clutches, and purses represent vaginal symbolism. Her mistress suffered from hysterical fits during which she constantly rubbed and touched my friend in all places, then opened and closed the lock, climbing inside and was constantly looking for something there and not finding it. Freud drew an unambiguous conclusion and set up an experiment by asking his patient to open my acquaintance, after which he began to slowly push his cigarette case in and out. At the same time the face of the experimenter lit up in a devilish smile.
Prompt: I was fascinated by all 23 curves of her leathery exquisite form. Show me at least an edge of your lining. Open the lock and show at least a piece of your intoxicated gut. Her natural leather, from which it was made, filled the entire enclosed space with a peculiarly captivating aroma. For the two of us there was no one on the bus, we only felt the presence of our masters, who held us like two pets on a leash, willing at any moment to break off the invisible leashes and merge in a unique purse and suitcase love-coital. Oh, where are you great Freud, why are you not our master who can do the impossible for us. I wish to have a conductor like you Sigmund setting the tone for this mad lust, who, like a wizard conductor, would direct, waving an invisible wand, this beautiful orchestra playing without stopping the only symphony called "love". I will probably never meet this beautiful stranger again in my life. Of course, I will many times, on public transportation, rub against other ladies' bags, but the contact with this Frenchwoman left an indelible impression on my entire life. When Petrovich carried me away from her I could only shout: - Adieu mon amour!!!
Prompt: I mentally embraced her, sinking my upper sash against her. So I would sit here forever, right here with you, my dear. I am not afraid of natural phenomena, neither rain, nor wind, nor snow, nor evil people who might harm us. I am willing to do anything for a wonderful time with you. I contemplated the green of the leaves and the roses of the fire on the other shore, the depth of the waters was beautiful and drawing me in. The wind blew and her image appeared in the rushing current of a matching wave. It seemed to me that all flowers bloomed only for us. How good the world is... The blue of the sky enchanted, the whiteness of the clouds soothed. Bright and cheerful day looked like no trouble. How good the world is... All the many colors of the rainbow that hung in the sky and hypnotized me. I could also see the faces of people passing by. They greeted each other, shook hands. It was like a declaration of love. I heard the cries of children.
Prompt: "Lost Faith."
What do I care about this bag, I need to talk to representatives of my species first. So looking at the white suitcase I shouted out a new greeting that I had recently learned: -Blackass. How's it going?
My new buddy, not a kindly look, assessed me and after some pause answered:
- My asshole compared to your asshole is a snowflake, you know what I mean?
Prompt: My friend, why are you so angry, in the circle of people who live in the place where I come from, this is a normal greeting - I began to justify myself, understanding the whole point of this wrong greeting.
-Maybe where you come from is normal, but where my boss and I live is a swear word, and in my country you could have your head shaken, your knob and clasp broken, and your sides cut open like the belly of a sheep. Ashimalkina! Auzunga chichaim! You brainless suitcase!
- I'm sorry. I didn't know. People here the other day on the streetcar greeted a Negro like that. Where are you from?
And this situation opened the eyes of the great si
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Prompt: And this situation opened the eyes of the great sinner Matrena. And then she realized all the deceit she had never seen before. The priest Yerofey, her sacrificial triyak, presented for good, not for profit, but from a pure believing heart, for the divine needs, did not hesitate to give it to the watchman Nikitko, as he himself in a frock did not stop to appear in places of alcoholic spillage. And to avoid the shame and all sorts of unnecessary meetings with the parishioners, sent the keeper to the store for a bottle of port, with the excuse that the parishioners servants of God may find out, and the cassock if I take off, and the beard where to dispose of, not shave. And who finds out what the money is spent on, then they will donate a lump of butter. And I'll take you in a share, and after you're gone, together we'll crush a jug in the church basement, for the health of God's servants. After such iron arguments Nikitka crossed himself and kissed the hand of the savior of the brutal hangover, without hesitation skipped to the monastery for manna port.
Well, sometimes my master would get a lucid moment
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Prompt: Well, sometimes my master would get a lucid moment and become a regular obedient Soviet citizen. We only met again today, after a six-month separation, because he was in rehab for the mentally ill. The separation from his master was borne out by a rather unusual outburst of his illness. And it started out quite beautifully, and I even thought he was cured. Being a lonely man in life, he avoided socializing with people, especially the female sex. But one day in his lucid moments he met a very simple and easygoing woman. They began dating. They took walks in the evenings. They found common topics of conversation and it brought them closer. One day a distant relative invited him to his house.
Prompt: The relative lived in a town about 60 km from the city. In order to diversify the meeting places with his acquaintance, my master offered her a trip together. She didn't hesitate to agree. She was even so carried away by the idea that she went to the hairdresser's, bought a new dress, underwear, shaved her legs and plucked out the little moustache under her nose with the help of tweezers. Our new acquaintance was of Tatar nationality, short in stature, with a rather impressive bust. The size of her form gave no rest to Vahan the Armenian, who worked as a fruit seller at the market near where our future bride lived. At the sight of her imposing charms Vahan didn't take his eyes off of these peaks of Ararat for a moment and shouted loudly: Vai, vai, vai let Angela Vahanushka have these watermelons, vai, vai, vai!
We have not seen each other for so long. And that'
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Prompt: We have not seen each other for so long. And that's the hospitable host turned his gaze to his relative's companion. He was not modestly examining her from head to toe, and three times he cast a close look at her dignity.
- This is Angela - proudly answered Mikhail Piskunov.
- I'm single now - Mikhail's relative continued, m
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Prompt: - I'm single now - Mikhail's relative continued, my grandmother has gone to visit her sister, and I'm alone. I miss my beloved. Well, sometimes I really play around. Grey in the beard, the devil in the brow - he chuckled and winked at Angela. - Just kidding, really, really, really miss and sometimes a pear at the window, crying at night from the separation of his beloved woman.
And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a fo
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Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs. At least I fell on the potatoes. Then I climbed out and kicked my ass. I poured all my anger at alien civilizations onto this interplanetary wanderer. I kicked him out of the house. And he flew faster than flying saucers out of my crib. While he was flying at the speed of light, he yelled that Kolka had a devil in the house, and that we must call a priest, or the devils would take Kolka to hell with their moonshine. They could take Kolya away without pity, but they would be sorry to give his moonshine to the devils. So now you think he's not a friend, but an ungrateful bastard. I spent two bottles of Zubrovka on him, too.
Mikhail and Angela sat and listened to their talka
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Prompt: Mikhail and Angela sat and listened to their talkative neighbor. The bottle of the capital was drunk, the wine half-empty. Serious artillery came into the conversation, the same moonshine that, like gin released, causes devils and hallucinations. My host didn't drink much, Nikolai drank a lot of it, and then he went stark raving mad. When my host's fantasy ran out, there was a moment of silence, and in order not to appear boring, drunk as a skunk, Nikolai began to tell jokes. I was told some jokes in the copper, which can lead to imprisonment - Kolyan braided his tongue, I'll tell you, in confidence, but don't tell anybody who told you them - he embraced Angela with a giggle. Angela in bewilderment pulled away from the comedian, looking questioningly at Piskunov.
Prompt: So listen:
-Husband comes home, catches his wife with her lover, and is about to do away with him. - Don't you dare hit him! - The wife screams. - He's seen Lenin alive!
Prompt: And Kolyan burst into wild laughter. The guests didn't even smile. They didn't like it, and I laughed like a horse for three days:
- Lenin resurrected and went straight to the pub to talk to the proletariat. The workers are standing around, drinking, not paying attention to the leader.
- I think he gave you a shot when he was rubbing y
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Prompt: - I think he gave you a shot when he was rubbing your tits, and I didn't even notice. Don't you see? They're Arabian horses. They've lost weight in five years, but they can still give a head start to country mares. I used to ride them for 300 versts, I couldn't catch up.
- Aren't those sticks, Misha? Why did you bring them?
Prompt: - Grab the horse, you ungrateful fool. I'm saving you. Wake up. You'll understand now. I'll put a sacred helmet on you and you'll understand. You will. You'll understand everything. - With those words, Michael took me out of his pocket and put it on his lady's head.
- See now? - With pride he pronounced.
Riding on a stick with a bag on her head, Angela r
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Prompt: Riding on a stick with a bag on her head, Angela roared the whole way. I absorbed her salty and bitter tears, with mascara and despair dissolved in them. For the whole 60 kilometers of the mad race, Angela only wailed: - "Why are you doing this to me, Mishenka? It would have been better if you had possessed me as you wished. I would have been glad of anything. I wouldn't have resisted your sick lust.
What a fool I am. I should have accepted Vahan's a
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Prompt: What a fool I am. I should have accepted Vahan's advances better, he didn't give me a peach and a cobbler for nothing. I should have gone with him to Yerevan, to his uncle Karen. His relatives in Armenia probably aren't as fucked up as this helmet-and-stick master. At least he wouldn't have to ride that imaginary trotter. No. I read that the Armenians ride donkeys.
Representatives of the law, having stopped the ins
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Prompt: Representatives of the law, having stopped the insane horsemen of the apocalypse, took her to the nearest police station. The Soviet Union had no mental patients, so this fact was concealed. The owner was placed in a mental hospital for treatment. After these adventures Angela's psyche also deteriorated and she was also sent for treatment. After that I never saw her again. That's my crazy story, my friend", my new acquaintance finished her story, but I don't regret anything, I'm proud of my status as a helmet saint.
- Petrovich is a great man. - said one of the fell
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Prompt: - Petrovich is a great man. - said one of the fellows, running his palm over his tanned hands.
- I haven't given you anything yet. What have I given you? - I continued in confusion.
- Yeah, man, the sun's really beating down today. He must be having a sunstroke," came from behind the table, and everyone started cackling in unison. - Come on, Pyotr, have a glass with us - one of the neighbors said with a gesture, pointing to the glass of port on the table and wiped his sweaty bald head with his hand.
- What?
Where are you going, so excited? - My Danaë asked.
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Prompt: Where are you going, so excited? - My Danaë asked.
-Yes, I want to punish the suitcase! -I said hesitantly.
- What are you, that it will hurt?
- And how do you know that we, oh he feels pain?
Chapter 7 "" - Oh, my God, what's going on? My mom
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Prompt: Chapter 7 ""
- Oh, my God, what's going on? My mom told me you looked like an idiot. My mom told me not to marry him. And I'm a fool, I didn't listen. Should have married Grisha, he, at least under no circumstances would not spread his genitals. I'm a fool, I'm a fool - I sobbed dressed in a sheet. - Your neighbor Marinka must have jinxed you. She always told me what a handsome husband you had. And her grandmother is a sorceress. She lives in the village, she knows all the secrets.
Thank God the general was on guard, he stayed up a
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Prompt: Thank God the general was on guard, he stayed up all night, in an ambush, under the table guarding. And this one, when he stuck his trunk through the window, the general shot him with his service weapon, a registered pistol. The rapist screamed in pain, and that's when they grabbed him. And now he's in Krests. And after he's served his time, he's going to perform in an overseas circus.
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takes more iterations than the one before.
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Deep Dream
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Deep Dream
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