- It's dark now, there probably won't be a bus, ma
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Prompt: - It's dark now, there probably won't be a bus, maybe we'll go back and sleep in the barn and leave in the morning.
- What are you stupid, he has Lenin in his head. Lenin himself, only small in size, sits in his head. He'll call them while we're sleeping and they'll give us a shot too.
Mikhail, shaking and waving his arms, grabbed Ange
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Prompt: Mikhail, shaking and waving his arms, grabbed Angela and me and flew out into the courtyard with a bullet. It was already night. We all headed to the bus stop, hoping to get to the city as quickly as possible. They were quiet the whole way, Michael was shaking. It was very dark. When they got to the bus stop, Mikhail started screaming that Kolya was a jerk, he had been injected twice in his hole-in-the-wall head by the party.
- You're a bastard, you're not a human being, you'
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Prompt: - You're a bastard, you're not a human being, you're an abomination," shouted Piskunov.
But Nikola cackled like a strong horse. From his mouth in different directions a fountain of saliva splashed with half-eaten crumbs of village bread, which like a volley of shells fired from cannons, aptly reached its goal, hitting the open mouth of the surprised guest
Prompt: From the outside it looked like he was doing some unusual dance of the Papuans of New Guinea.
- This is not a bag, this is a protective helmet from a syringe of omnipotence - Piskunov yelled, splashing white foam from his mouth, his eyes were nervously running, his hands were shaking. At that moment Mikhail Piskunov began to have an attack of schizophrenia, which he had never had before in his life.
Prompt: - I always knew you were fucked in the head," the hospitable relative said in an inebriated, braided tongue. - Angela, you don't give a fuck about this retard, he's sick. How long have you known him? This psycho walked around the red square naked with this bag on his head and shouted that he was the savior of this world, the fucking mission, the moron - and pointed one hand in the direction of me, hanging on the nail, while the other twirled his finger at his temple.
And here my new friend my master had a mental atta
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Prompt: And here my new friend my master had a mental attack. Oh why did we come there.
- This creep, in 1913, when he returned incognito to his last place of exile, performed a rite of adoration to Lucifer himself with a local witch. Afterwards, the lord of the dark forces handed him a syringe of omnipotence, which helped put a shot in the people's heads. After that, you know what happened in '17," Michael yelled nervously, waving his shaking hands and twisting his head from side to side with the veins on his temples as thick as his thumb.
Oh, oh, oh, I'm just being friendly, she's like my
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Prompt: Oh, oh, oh, I'm just being friendly, she's like my sister Misha, well, you are so gentle, soon mine will arrive from his sister, come and feel her, even in the underpants, maybe you'll find something interesting, I do not give a fuck - laughed Kolya. Maybe I was inspired by Ilyich, I wanted to tell the next joke about Lenin, where the iron-fisted Feleks molested Krupskaya. Hello?
- Why do you remind me of that viper?" cried my master, with a pale face.
Prompt: - What, comrades, don't you recognize me?
- Vanya, look, a dime!
Ha-ha-ha cackled the comedian and began again the obscene advances to Mikhail's girlfriend.
Mikhail jumped up nervously, grabbing his relative's hand, which had already begun to fumble in places on Angela's body where Vagan could only dream. Mikhail pushed the relative's hand away and said: - What are you doing?
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.
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!
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.
The feast went on for a long time. The master of t
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Prompt: The feast went on for a long time. The master of the house was the leader of the conversation. He paid most attention to Angela, for all that he said, Mikhail heard and whispered: "I've heard these songs about two hundred times. Kolya was telling how he served in the army, how he was running the farm, what a shitty chairman he was. That this barbos took half of the kolkhoz into the house. He said that he gets everything he needs and does not need, but he is not a fool and he steals something himself, and this cow shit does not know about it. When he talked about his skills in collective farm theft, plundering socialist property, he took on the look of a proud gentleman of fortune and a sly smile slid across his face.
Prompt: - I almost forgot, while you are sober, I'll go to the hellhole, - he gestured to the cellar, - I'll take something salty. As long as they are sober.
But the guests did not reply with a mutual smile to his jokes.
When the clearing was set, the master of the house
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Prompt: When the clearing was set, the master of the house showed his hospitality. He was not stingy with the generosity of his stash. He ladled out cottage cheese, milk in a jar and sour cream on the table, put a big frying-pan with sizzling fresh pig`s meat, put a plate of fried potatoes and mushrooms on it, put two kinds of fat, one with garlic and the other with adjika.
- That's how much fun we have in the village, - th
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Prompt: - That's how much fun we have in the village, - the master of the house finished his story rubbing the phonograph under his eye.
- Why am I frightening you, - looking at the frightened Angela's face Kolya continued. Let's have dinner. We'll have a meal, you'll have a drink, I'll take a drink, I'll heat the banya, you'll wash from the road, the two of us, maybe the banya will put you in the mood for positive coitus, - smiling Kolya encouraged the frightened divorcee.
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.
me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles
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Prompt: me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar.
Prompt: But one could not tell from the contented look of our hospitable host that he was sad and bored. Yesterday Vaska brought moonshine, five liters, he distilled it from pea brogue, then he infused it in oak bark for a month, it turned out to be very strong, we will continue it now. I'm warning you, though you don't drink in such quantities, you won't have a problem. That bastard, Vasilek, damn him, got drunk to hell yesterday. I was in the cellar for cucumbers for a snack, I got out of the cellar, and this game blue, half-dead, sits looking at me and shouting, that Kolsha look from the cellar devil climbs out of the horny. And I said to him: - Vaska, it's me, Kolya, with pickles from the cellar, pickled for snacks, I'm coming up. You've had enough to drink.
- 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.
- Nice to meet you lovely lady, and I am Nikola, I
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Prompt: - Nice to meet you lovely lady, and I am Nikola, I am glad that Misha has settled down and found you, I always set him on family ties. My pleasure - with a sharp gesture Nikola showed the trajectory of movement, thereby inviting guests into his mansion.
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.
Prompt: Then he went to the door of the village house and knocked on the door. From the womb of the wooden hut came the call of the male bass: open, come in, there is no need to knock. Entering the bright upper room, my master proudly said: Hello Nikolai, where are you? A large man, with a black and blue bruise under his eye, came out of the back room. The man approached the long-awaited guest, placed him in a tight hug and said: - Misha, good health, how glad I am to see you in good health.
But Angela did not pay attention to these Armenian
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Prompt: But Angela did not pay attention to these Armenian compliments and courtship, which consisted of presenting 1.5 kilograms of dried apricots and two peaches. And you should have! Her moon-faced face was decorated with slanting brown eyes, and her hair was long and black, which she gathered in a ponytail. And so the day of the journey came. Before the rural odyssey, the couple in love visited a store, where they purchased a bottle of the capital's vodka and wine. All this luxury and canned goods were placed in me. They went on the cruise in an old rusty bus that sneezed the whole way and emitted black fumes of recycled diesel into the atmosphere. They drove quickly to the squeak of the old wheels. A relative's house was not far from the village bus stop. Approaching the gate, the owner confidently opened it and invited the lady to enter the yard.
But Angela did not pay attention to these Armenian
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Prompt: But Angela did not pay attention to these Armenian compliments and courtship, which consisted of presenting 1.5 kilograms of dried apricots and two peaches. And you should have! Her moon-faced face was decorated with slanting brown eyes, and her hair was long and black, which she gathered in a ponytail. And so the day of the journey came. Before the rural odyssey, the couple in love visited a store, where they purchased a bottle of the capital's vodka and wine. All this luxury and canned goods were placed in me. They went on the cruise in an old rusty bus that sneezed the whole way and emitted black fumes of recycled diesel into the atmosphere. They drove quickly to the squeak of the old wheels. A relative's house was not far from the village bus stop. Approaching the gate, the owner confidently opened it and invited the lady to enter the yard.
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!
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.
Even on the kitchen wall in calligraphic handwriti
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Prompt: Even on the kitchen wall in calligraphic handwriting, in clearly legible letters, he wrote slogans - "Against the injection into the head of the people, which daily injects the party will help sacred helmet" and "The injection penetrates deeper into the brain than massage. After these sick ideas and thoughts, he put me on my head and marched naked around the apartment shouting: - Fuck you, now! You can't put a shot in my head.
My duty is just as heavy as that of the troops who
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Prompt: My duty is just as heavy as that of the troops who are fighting for space. He starved, economized on everything. At one point he considered himself a knight of time, and he elevated me to the rank of a holy helmet to put on my head and avoid the jab the party puts in the heads of the people every morning through means of communication.
He did not use a mirror in his household, for he f
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Prompt: He did not use a mirror in his household, for he feared that his double, or rather his reflection, would crawl out of it and strangle him, and after killing him, live his life in his place. One day he fancied himself an artist. In the rush of this crazy idea he began to paint the walls of the apartment where he lived. During this period of crazy life through his wall masterpieces he tried to open people's eyes to what was happening in society and the world, so he painted people with three eyes. He believed that the third eye would help people, to look and see the invisible and hidden from them. He often said: I am fighting a war, not for space, but for time. I sit in my apartment in an imaginary trench, and take from the past a scrap of time.
Prompt: - The oddities in my master's behavior have been noted throughout his life, as many of his acquaintances have said, well at least I have observed it since the moment he acquired me. For as long as I had known him, he had hardened and tortured himself: he slept on an iron bed without a mattress, stared at the sun with the naked eye, lived in an unheated room, and severely restricted himself in his eating. He was taciturn, withdrawn, extremely proud and impatient. He had no friends, for he was arrogant with everyone and tried to show his superiority, that he was smarter and more educated than all. Those who approached him, after some time themselves broke off all friendships. Everyone regarded him as a very complicated and sickly man. On more than one occasion, his short-lived pals beat him on his nosy face for his arrogance.
- This is a phenomenon I have not yet encountered.
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Prompt: - This is a phenomenon I have not yet encountered. Could you tell me the essence of your speculations in more details, maybe I will join your ranks and get the holy status, like an illusory shield, which can protect my master from the oppression of the slavery of the modern world order?
- That is for your master to decide. You serve him. My master is disconnected from the reality of this world and has a mental disorder that people in white call schizophrenia. If you wish I could tell you my story in more detail, my fellow man.
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Deep Dream
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Deep Dream
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