Prompt: After this incident, we climbed into the crowded bus that was taking us in the direction of the GLAVK. Standing next to us in the crowd was an unusual man. His face was smeared with black soot. The bus was shuffling. All fellow passengers, regardless of their desire, piled on each other, and at the same time drew attention to the rather interesting and unusual man, and said in a whisper: "He is a Negro. But what a black man! Thanks to the people in the crowd, I learned that he was a Papuan, a kind of human being with a different skin color. This sub-species of anthropoid lives in the African jungle and eats only bananas. The negro, too, swayed from side to side under the virtuoso wiggles of the passenger transport, and at the same time, he bumped into the passengers standing next to him. His neighbor, tired of the unwanted kissing, which was dictated exclusively by the fault of the bus driver, nervously shouted out to the unpretentious tourist: "Where are you piling on, nigger? There's no room for a Soviet citizen on the bus. I also saw that he didn't show a season ticket and didn't punch one. All of Africa lives off our country. And here they take our seats with their
Prompt: - I am Mr. Chief on a business trip, I came to the GLAVK on Lenin Avenue, 18, which. Gave the papers, and now I decided to pass the time because the shipment will be only an hour later. You can call this number.
- During working hours you should be at the company, not hanging around the movies - he answered. After examining the documents, he unwillingly handed them back, saying: - "Get the fuck out of here. If you get caught again, I'll give you a business trip. Get out of here.
Petrovich quickly grabbed everything that was his and stormed out of the place.
Prompt: - "Hello comrades, we are representatives of the CCCP State Security Committee," he spoke, showing his burgundy-red credentials unfolded, "now each of you is going out and explaining why you comrades are not working on a weekday day at the enterprises for the good of our motherland. Certain conclusions and decisions will be made about each of you. There will be no mercy. I'll ask everyone to rise quickly. Let's go with a song, socialist toilers.
These words made not only the knees in the audience shake, but the poor cockroach also slipped back into the crevice. How nice for the cockroach. Sniff and that's it. I wish my master and I were in the crevice, too, and good riddance to it. But we can't get through the crevice.
Petrovich nervously grabbed me and headed for the exit. Approaching this citizen in civilian clothes, insolent-looking, began babbling excuses, waving a travel voucher taken out of his pocket:
Prompt: Standing down I only listened. But then, to my surprise, a cockroach crawled out of a crack in the floorboards and crawled impudently toward me, like a moonwalker exploring the topography of a previously unknown planet. It crawled toward me very quickly and brazenly. Putting out his antenna-like antennae, he began to study me as one studies an incomprehensible object placed on an unexplored planet. His attempts to study me resembled tickling. I tried to stop him, but he did not calm down and continued to move his whiskers around my hard edges like a masseur who uses some new massage technique.
Suddenly the film session stopped and the lights went on in the cinema hall. Five men walked into the auditorium, one of them the most impudent and brazen, standing on a dais in front of the screen, shouted loudly and hysterically:
After getting our manners in order, we walked towa
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Prompt: After getting our manners in order, we walked toward the houses. After walking along the asphalt path which meandered between the numerous bushes of dog roses and barberry we came to a big building where the sign was "Orlyonok Cinema".
Approaching the poster, Petrovich studied it for a long time and kept glancing at his watch. Then with a brisk movement he rushed inside. Having bought a ticket we entered the impressive size of the hall. On the wall was a huge white rectangular screen, and against it were arranged, like military equipment on parade, straight rows of chairs. Petrovich took the outermost chair. After a short period of time the movie began. I saw nothing of what was happening on the screen as he put me on the floor.
- Don't mess with my love," I shouted after them i
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Prompt: - Don't mess with my love," I shouted after them in tears. Yes, those words flew away too, like a flock of birds of passage and will probably wander for a long time across the expanses of space, and maybe one day they will return to earth as a kind reversal and settle in the mind of a great musician who will put all my suffering into a beautiful melodious rhythm.
And this asshole only shouted in response, something like - so you need a lover's suitcase.
Petrovich with a mate got a handkerchief and wiped me like a baby, which, caring father, wipes his mouth after eating coveted food.
- Thank you, father," I said, turning to Petrovich, now I could see and feel that he really loved me. And at that moment I swore the same care and love for him as I had sworn my love for my beautiful beloved a moment before.
Someone brazenly invaded my beautiful dreams and h
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Prompt: Someone brazenly invaded my beautiful dreams and humiliated me. It was a seagull that flew by and, like a bomber, dropped a liquid bomb on me. As it fell on me, the product of the restless bird's life blurred into a green-and-white blot on my side. The seagull shouted joyfully in its bird dialect, telling its friends about its marksmanship, like a high-class ace who can hit any target from any height. Her brethren immediately supported her with loud and extended voices, like soldiers cheering for their fellow soldier driven by a single order to achieve a military objective and a task set by an invisible general. Thank God hippos don't fly, I thought, remembering the colorful illustration I had seen thanks to the boy. And for a second I imagined that if I had been in her place with such a heavyweight, I would hardly have gotten away with some paltry blotch. I would have been plunged into a wild mess of badly digested sausage tree fruit that would have suddenly come crashing down on me from above. And a flock of hippos with a friendly wild howl, grunting and mooing in the sky would spread delight like an orchestra of a thousand trambos and French horns, marveling at the marksmanship
How beautiful and good this world is... Oh gods ho
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Prompt: How beautiful and good this world is... Oh gods how good this world is... I sent these words to the universe. Let it bring them back to earth and instill this beautiful thought into the mind of some musician so that he can express my feelings in melody and lyrics.
Well into the other some shadow interrupted my reverie. It flashed in the background of the fairy tale light that gave this beautiful fairy tale fantasy like a ghost.
- Oh my God, what is that? What are you allowing yourself.
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.
- No. Not once. There was one time, though. We wer
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Prompt: - No. Not once. There was one time, though. We were walking home from work in the evening, and I was loaded with bricks. A hooligan came out to meet us and threatened me with a knife and demanded all the contents in me and everything he had in his pockets. My master was not confused and told him politely: "Brother, why so! You can ask nicely. The villain stopped his attack after these words. The master continued: - A bottle of excellent bourbon, is in my briefcase, do you need it? And he pulled me open and lowered me to the ground. The bandit leaned over with interest to see what kind of bubble I had in me, and maybe something else? And the master smacked him in the face with a sharp downward and upward motion, so he stretched out on the asphalt like a sourdough. The cheeky bastard was lying on the ground, catching the blow and muttering to himself: "What a jerk, why did I look at what bubble was in the suitcase? I quit drinking a long time ago! Our inquisitive raider didn't get up for a long time, at least not before we disappeared around the corner. There you go. I'm useful in everything. I can help you steal and punch you in the face. That's why I'm the owner's favorite thing!
- No, I just helped steal bricks from the construc
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Prompt: - No, I just helped steal bricks from the construction site where my master works. Every day the owner was taking out two bricks a day from the site he was building in my underbelly. One when he went home for lunch and one when he came home from work. And one on the weekends, when he supposedly came for an inspection. That's how three years of stealing and a house built. Now we are building a house for our son, he got married recently and needed somewhere to live. So now we carry bricks for the second house. One brick, two bricks will make a house. My boss loves me and is proud of me, he wouldn't trade me for anything, he needs me. I am proud of it. That's what I do best. That's my happiness; I don't need anything else. I am very important to him.
- It's great to be loved and appreciated by your master. Did he ever hit you?
Prompt: Coming with the master to the GLAVK, he placed me on the window sill next to a worn business briefcase. While I was waiting for my host I decided not to waste any time and spoke to my waiting companion.
- Greetings to you. How are you doing? - I started, addressing to the briefcase, - I see that your life has taken its toll, since your appearance does not inspire confidence.
- It is not you, sir, who first told me about it, - my new acquaintance answered me, - my appearance is not good, I fully agree with you, my lord appreciates me and I am proud of it, because he built the house thanks to me.
- It is strange, you do not have hands and feet, perhaps in you carried the drawings of the house, on which it was built?
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: When I shuffled my side against her beautiful and soft skin she politely said to me, "Pardon, Monsieur! I automatically answered her, for some reason: "Of course I do! And immediately I blushed.
A vibe of purse and suitcase passion filled the already cramped space of the Soviet passenger transport. The vibes were everywhere, and it seemed as though the streetcar interior was bursting like a soap bubble, swollen with the gusts of imagined passion. They drove me insane.
Prompt: Adieu mon amour!!!"
Stepping off the train carriage, my host and I headed to GLAVK for the purpose of our trip. Dissecting the air currents like an aeroplane, I flew past the sights of the city we were in. My engine, which helped me soar with ease through the expanse of human existence, was Peter Petrovich. As I flew by, I met my brothers and sisters. I considered as brothers and sisters all those who were also keepers of people's things. I am not as arrogant and arrogant as some. I didn't want to offend anyone or consider myself superior in rank. Whoever I met on my way I gave a friendly smile. I gave everyone a friendly greeting. In a cramped tram, I met a beautiful Frenchwoman - she was a lady's theatrical handbag. I fell in love with her at first sight. Her graceful form settled so deeply in my mind that I couldn't forget it for long.
His master was sitting at the ajar door of the com
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Prompt: His master was sitting at the ajar door of the compartment, looking warily into the gap. In the corridor ran crying boy about six years old and shouted pitifully: - Mama, where are you? Romanich quickly, with the speed of deadly lightning, jumped out of his ambush, into the doorway, while carrying away our brief acquaintance.
I started a conversation with the newly arrived th
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Prompt: I started a conversation with the newly arrived thing in our company. But the briefcase was silent. After a long moment of silence he began.
- Leave me alone I no longer see the point of my purpose. I contain the evil that my master carries within me. Many times I begged him to leave me, to throw me away on the garbage dump. Please, Andrey Romanovich, put me out of my misery," I implored him many times. - Romanovich tortured me, he made me into a box to carry the hangman's trappings. Our creator, the supreme chest, created me for good, but I fell into the hands of the monster, and I bring evil, sorrow and tears. Once I tried to thwart his terrible desire, the thoughts of his sick lust, but it only made me worse.
Prompt: The wife obeyed the order and opened the suitcase and was surprised that there were things that did not belong to her husband, they were: stockings, pantaloons, bras, in a word, the attributes of the female closet. And all after that they divorced. The cup of happiness in the family cracked because of our resemblance. So I conclude that we must be different for human happiness.
But our conversation and my reflection on my purpose was interrupted by a man who came into the compartment. We all froze in study of the new character. With a monotonous, cold gaze, he was assessing everyone present, who was sniffing angrily from under the shiny huge lenses of his glasses. The intelligent-looking man had a black briefcase in his hand. But this citizen was not pleasant, did not inspire confidence and repulsed for some reason. He put his briefcase near me and sat down on the edge of the bottom shelf aloof, making it clear that he has no intention to engage in a dialogue with anyone. This unpleasant character of the human world placed his briefcase next to me.
- So for me you folders also all look the same - I
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Prompt: - So for me you folders also all look the same - I laughed.
- There was a funny incident in my life - started a leather suitcase, for my old master this fact came out sideways. I had a twin brother, we were made in the same factory. We were like two peas in a pod. Same fasteners, paneling, cladding. And my former owner bought the two of us. Me for himself and the twin brother for his mistress. And so in his moments of solitude with his new lover, when he would tell his wife that he was going away on a business trip, and accordingly his mistress would tell her husband that she was also away on business, my brother and I would meet at the hotel. And at one point, in a hurry, my host confused my brother with me. Brought home without checking the contents. He walked into the living room, held out the wrong suitcase to his wife and said: - "Honey, I'm very tired, I've had a hard day today, I just came from the train station, take things out of the suitcase.
- Well, what to say about the highest of this worl
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Prompt: - Well, what to say about the highest of this world - entered into a dialogue folder. For example, Dmitri Ivanovich Mendeleyev, the famous Russian scientist, also gave his life to suitcases. He devoted his whole life to this activity, and even after he went blind, he continued to create his children by touch. People lined up for Mendeleev's creations. Mendeleev invented a special unique glue that made travel accessories especially strong and durable. Dmitry Ivanovich even invented the analogue of his periodic system of chemical elements (Table of Mendeleev), where the hierarchy of clothing keepers was looked through. A kind of system of wardrobe, where at the head sat a chest familiar to us from the times of the Egyptian civilization. This is a god as good as Louis and Freud, my friends. And I revered him at one time and worshipped my shabby side before him. But the master changed my worldview. To me, you are all the same suitcase as the Chinese are to the white race. People of other races say that the Chinese all look the same. So we folders think that you suitcases are indistinguishable from each other, you are all alike like two peas in a pod.
Prompt: My acquaintance during this scientific experiment had an unforgettable ecstasy which she could not forget, and whenever she encountered even the most holey unfamiliar bag lying somewhere in the dirtiest utility room, she shared these feelings. She said if this unforgettable feeling arose with some cigarette case, what would it be if the great Freud introduced the suitcase!!! She after this session began to think of Freud as a god, a supreme deity like Zeus.
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.
- 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.
Prompt: The leather suitcase continued:
- I once met God, yes I saw Louis Vuitton, when he passed by the products of the factory where I was betrayed material forms, Louis said, looking at me: -This product of the new collection is created to keep treasures in it! This is the true purpose of my children created by me, my creations. And so I assure you, colleagues, we are designed to keep the wealth of man, that is the great intention of the creator!
- Have you seen the true God? - I asked him.
Prompt: - Our God Louis Vuitton* (The suitcase as we know it appeared as early as the middle of the 19th century. The credit for its invention belongs to the French craftsman Louis Vuitton, who made the sides of his products solid and flat, making them easy to transport by simply laying one on top of the other. Thanks to this innovation, the clothes in the suitcase did not crumple or lose their appearance, and fragile items were reliably protected). And I'm the only one who bowed to him. And he invented paradise for us.
I looked closely and saw a leather suitcase, of foreign manufacture, towering proudly on the very top luggage shelf.
To a colleague present for the unjustified executi
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Prompt: To a colleague present for the unjustified execution, I turned:
- I was my friend in the same situation as you. My master unjustifiably did the same to me. He humiliated me for no reason and caused me humiliating pain. And if we all together, things that serve people, our gods in quotes, faithfully, unite and take revenge as best we can. That's when they'll think about whether it's worth doing to us this way!
But I was stopped by a phrase coming from somewhere above:
- I've been waiting for this for a long time - con
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Prompt: - I've been waiting for this for a long time - continued the folder, I remember one time my master took out all the anger on his boss on me. He used to beat the walls and desks and kick me, expressing all the anger he harbored against his superiors and kept hidden from him in the back of his mind. In fits of his rage, I begged for mercy. But he was, not begrudgingly. All the pain instead of the chief, I silently and obediently took on myself. Better his boss took it all himself from the physical side, because my master then wrote a denunciation of him to the party and duck-too chief was gone. How do these people not understand that the mistake of all bosses is that they want to make their subordinates afraid, but this feeling of fear metamorphoses into a feeling of hatred, which is capable of generating a feeling of hatred and anger capable of stabbing their offender in the back. People are not our gods I have already decided for myself.
How familiar that is to me. After these words, I remembered the execution that Petrovich undeservedly arranged for me. I again mentally experienced pain and humiliation. For a while I hated him and wanted revenge.
- 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.
- 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?
Prompt: The offended file mumbled: - this brute broke all my sides the other day, trying to shove a bottle of Zubrovka in me. It wouldn't fit, but he was afraid the bosses would see it, so he shoved the bottle barely inside me with force and snapped my sides, thereby breaking all the side stiffening ribs. I screamed in pain, begging for mercy, but he was unbegiving. When my drinking companion asked me: "Grishan, you shouldn't have done that, you've disfigured such a thing. You spoiled it for nothing. You can hardly find such thing nowadays. And he waved his shaking hand and said: - I'll buy it again.
It couldn't be the old worn out folder that was ly
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Prompt: It couldn't be the old worn out folder that was lying next to me that was talking to me. Surprisingly I could not believe it. It had seemed to me, before, that only we - the suitcases - were endowed with these magical abilities, the ability to think and reason. I didn't. Now I distinctly heard and understood that the business folder was talking to me.
- Don't think, brother, that we're all honest helpers," she said. No, I saw a picture last week, when my master and I were at the Research Institute, one of my colleagues, a business folder like me, hid important documents in her depths. Her master went through all the compartments, shook out all the contents, shook out all the guts. But he did not find these papers. To my question - why was it all done?
Amazing these people, I thought. So capable of out
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Prompt: Amazing 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?
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