- 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?
- 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.
Prompt: - What does the gentleman give me this paper for? - the cobbler asked.
- What for? - The shopkeeper exclaimed. - Don't you think that every man can come to me and smell smoked eels for nothing? It's a pleasure worth paying for!
Without saying anything, the cobbler took two copper coins out of his handkerchief, put them in a cup, covered it with his palm, and began to shake the cup so that the coins rang loudly.
After a few minutes he put the cup on the table, touched the flap of paper that the fisherman had brought with him with his fan, and said:
- Well, now we're even...
- How are we even? What are you saying? You refuse to pay!?
- I already paid you!
What a wonderful smell it was! The cobbler would s
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Prompt: What a wonderful smell it was! The cobbler would snack on the smell with his rice flatbread, and it seemed to him that he was holding a fat and tender eel in his mouth.
And so he did every day. But the stingy fisherman noticed the cobbler's cunning and decided to get money from him at all costs.
One morning, when the cobbler was mending someone's heta, the fisherman came into his hut and silently handed him a piece of paper. On this piece of paper was written down how many times the cobbler had come to the shop and smelled the smoked eels.
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.
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.
Okay, I'll tell you a fairy tale that I was told a
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Prompt: Okay, I'll tell you a fairy tale that I was told as a child by my grandmother, who lived in our homeland.
I enjoyed the calm that overwhelmed our compartment after the wild hurricane of drunkenness, and with great pleasure began to listen attentively to the woman's story. The intoxicating sounds of the woman's voice immersed me in an unknown journey of the land of fairy tales of men.
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.
The boy began to read aloud in syllables: -The hip
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Prompt: The boy began to read aloud in syllables: -The hippopotamus's legs are so short that its belly almost touches the ground when it walks. The enormous head, blunted in front, is rectangular in profile and weighs a quarter of the beast's total weight (up to 900 kg). The nostrils, eyes, and ears are somewhat elevated and aligned so that the hippo can breathe, look, and hear while remaining almost completely underwater and exposing only the very top of the head. The neck is very short and hardly expressed. The eyes are small, surrounded by fleshy eyelids. Nostrils very wide, pointing upward, able to close tightly due to fleshy edges and well-developed special musculature. The ears are also very small and mobile. A hippopotamus in the water is constantly waving them to ward off insects or too intrusive birds that land on its head. Hippos are traditionally classified as herbivores. The hippopotamus's food is aquatic or terrestrial grasses. Interestingly, hippos never eat aquatic vegetation. They like to eat the fruit of the Kigelia or sausage tree, which looks like sausages, up to 60 cm long, hanging from the branches.
At the word hippo, he stopped and began to examine
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Prompt: At the word hippo, he stopped and began to examine in detail the image of this mountain animal peacefully munching grass on the bank of a body of water. On the picture beside this unusual animal for comparison of its size was a picture of a man holding a suitcase in his hand. I was very interested in this image because it was a picture of my fellow. Thanks to the artist who attempted to portray the man holding my brother, I was able to judge the size of this giant. I began to look at it and draw conclusions for myself. From the page of this marvelous publication I was looking at an animal with a massive barrel-shaped torso on short, thick legs. Its legs were so short that its belly touched the ground.
And after these great ceremonies, the two newly bo
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Prompt: And after these great ceremonies, the two newly bonded by the ties of the green serpent buddy, farting soundly slept on the lower shelves.
The bottle of cognac no longer stood as imposingly as it had before, orphaned on the emptied newspaper beside the lumps of half-eaten herring, lard, and potatoes.
The Asian woman patiently and carefully covered her husband with a sheet. She sat her son on the top shelf. And so that he was not bored she gave him the book "Encyclopedia of Animals". The boy was leafing through this book with curiosity. He was below me and I could clearly see the colorful illustrations of animals depicted in it. He was leisurely reading aloud the names of the animals that were printed next to the pictures, syllable by syllable:
- A-ist, shark-la, ar-a, be-ge-mot or hy-p-po-po-tam!
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).
- There was a little space between the first and t
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Prompt: - There was a little space between the first and the second, Kesha sang along like a ditty in a chant.
Then followed a second silent volley of heavy alcoholic artillery. After that there was harmony in the compartment. Harmony of the two companions. They were the only ones in the compartment who understood each other without words. They became kindred spirits to each other, like siblings who were always near each other, both by happiness and by misfortune. With a solemn march their stomachs were filled with exquisite hot drinks. The coveted cognac sealed the bonds of brotherhood with strong chains. At that moment the earth had not yet seen such brotherhood, such faithful and strong friendship. Cognac, like top-quality cement, concreted their harmony. In all the world one could not find that Ilya Muromets, who would be able to break the friendly chains bound by the green Georgian serpent.
- This cognac is excellent. You smell it, landlord
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Prompt: - This cognac is excellent. You smell it, landlord. - The generous fellow traveler interrupted his lustful state: - This is not the drunken Armenians who poured it in the cellars - continued the mysterious and hospitable stranger, - I am Innokenty, and what is your patronymic?
- Petrovich, Petr Petrovich, Petr. - Not yet recovered from the euphoric state automatically stuttering on the "p" said the gourmet.
The contents of the beautiful burning river washed
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Prompt: The contents of the beautiful burning river washed over the arid floodplains of his esophagus. Apparently, in this way, the higher powers were trying to apologize to him for the cruel joke of fate that had caused him discomfort and suffering before. The pain on his cheeks subsided and was forgotten. Anxiety and worry faded from the mind of the newly ordained knight. He felt good. Nothing troubled him, and he was ready for new feats. He could easily empty again and again the contents of the coveted fortress filled with life-giving moisture. Next, the master gently and carefully took a piece of salts and with great lust put it in his mouth while he launched a green onion into his bowels. He enjoyed the process. He was in an insane stage of bliss.
A bottle of Georgian cognac stood in the center of
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Prompt: A bottle of Georgian cognac stood in the center of the viands like a medieval tower. The host, stunned, did not take his eyes off this appetizing abundance. Petrovich rubbed his painful cheeks and nervously swallowed a lump of empty stale air. The owner, of this temptation smiled as he looked at him. With ease, like a noble knight who has more than once captured the most impregnable fortresses of the entire world, he grabbed the intoxicating and imposing tower and poured the contents into a faceted glass. Pointing to Petrovich with a gesture to the trajectory of landing - on the bottom shelf, opposite himself, proudly stated: "Welcome to our hut, and shaking the air, circled both hands around everything that was on the table. Without a second Petrovich sat down and instantly took the Grail from the knight of the Order of "Holy Brotherhood" and drank the desired drink in a gulp.
A bottle of Georgian cognac stood in the center of
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Prompt: A bottle of Georgian cognac stood in the center of the viands like a medieval tower. The host, stunned, did not take his eyes off this appetizing abundance. Petrovich rubbed his painful cheeks and nervously swallowed a lump of empty stale air. The owner, of this temptation smiled as he looked at him. With ease, like a noble knight who has more than once captured the most impregnable fortresses of the entire world, he grabbed the intoxicating and imposing tower and poured the contents into a faceted glass. Pointing to Petrovich with a gesture to the trajectory of landing - on the bottom shelf, opposite himself, proudly stated: "Welcome to our hut, and shaking the air, circled both hands around everything that was on the table. Without a second Petrovich sat down and instantly took the Grail from the knight of the Order of "Holy Brotherhood" and drank the desired drink in a gulp.
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.
- Stop, don't do that. Oh no you're hurting me," I
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Prompt: - Stop, don't do that. Oh no you're hurting me," I shouted. But the boss was not reluctant.
- Oh, it hurts like hell. Why? It's not my fault, I'm not that boy who confused you with someone else. Go up to him, find him, give him a good beating. Look at his mama, maybe her beauty's worth the misery. Oh, if you understood me my master, you wouldn't hurt me. Hear me, master. I am in pain! Yes, I am your silent friend, and I cannot fight you back. If you people understood us, I would confirm the fact that you have never been here, at least not with me, and you do not know this cheerful and unintelligent young man and his beautiful mother, whom he, protects from the attention of strangers. But my master kicked me without mercy. Then grabbed me and carried me at a hopping pace, jumping over benches and urns, to where the alarming roar of a steam train, like an elephant trumpeting in the jungle, warning of something very important.
Prompt: Petrovich stood there not knowing what to do. The train was leaving in 20, or rather in 23 minutes - looking at the clock thought the innocent husband. He nervously looked at the wrist of his hand, on which the watch "Lightning", presented by the mother-in-law on the wedding anniversary with the words: - Look son-in-law hurt my daughter, I'll show you where the crawdads have wintered.
Petrovich always wanted an answer to this question, but he did not want to mess with his mother-in-law. His cheeks were on fire. He did not know what to do? Either run, his wife to justify himself (for what?), or run to the station. His thoughts were confused in his head. Bread, more bread to buy. He nervously clutched my hand, shaking me. Then something happened that I did not expect. He abruptly threw me to the pavement and shouted: "Aah, what's this all about? And started kicking me.
- What's the occasion? Svetulik, I have nothing to
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Prompt: - What's the occasion? Svetulik, I have nothing to explain. The boy confused me with someone else - began to justify her favorite cockerel.
The woman slapped him in the face, which felt like a painful beak to the innocent man. Then she put an indelible mark on the cheek of the innocent male representative, scratched the delicate skin menacingly with her long fingernails, and ran away sobbing.
- Svetochka, wait, the boy confused me with someone else," shouted Petrovich in his excuse.
But Svetochka rushed away at the speed of light, somewhere to distant worlds, while howling like a rocket taking off. And only the pain on his cheeks reminded Petrovich of what had happened.
The boy again pelted the gawkers with a cold outbu
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Prompt: The boy again pelted the gawkers with a cold outburst of incomprehensible for them list of words: - Uncle do not come to us anymore, my mother is not at home.
- I'm not going to come in - said astonished Petrusha in a dazed voice, but the answer was empty to the blank walls and the empty balcony. The boy was gone. He was no longer on the non-criminal ledge of the house wall.
- Petr Petrovich I ask you to explain yourself - Svetlana exclaimed menacingly, shifting her gaze from the balcony to the surprised face of her husband. Her voice was no longer the voice of a tender and fondly beloved chicken, and it was a phrase released furious and rabid fighter hen. The sounds she let out were not good, but a storm of rage and anger, reminiscent of a furious clucking, capable of destroying all life in its path.
Suddenly, like a peal of thunder, from somewhere a
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Prompt: Suddenly, like a peal of thunder, from somewhere above came the voice of a boy standing on the balcony of the 2nd floor of the house we were passing by. For some unknown reason the boy threw down a phrase that shocked everyone: "Uncle, my mother's not home.
We stopped. The landlord stood in bewilderment. His wife snatched her arm out of her husband's grasp with a sharp movement. And stared upwards questioningly.
- I do not understand you, young man," said Petrovich looking at the boy.
Prompt: We walked briskly along the sidewalk to the train station. Petrovich and I were going on a business trip, the first in my intangible life. I was looking forward to it. It seemed to me that at this moment everyone and everything in this city was saying goodbye to us, and not only the other half of my master, but also the trees, houses, benches, stray dogs and cats were saying goodbye to us. In a word, everything we met along the way. The trees waved goodbye to us with their sprawling branches in the light summer breeze. Dogs barked and their barking resembled the word - farewell, farewell, farewell. Only the walls of the houses were silently bidding us farewell.
Prompt: A Business Trip."
Master walked down the street clutching me in his hand. His green-eyed chick walked beside me. She held him gently in her other hand, unburdened by the burden, and gibbered caringly:
- The chicken is wrapped in newspaper, be sure to eat it before tomorrow, boiled eggs are lying nearby, they can be stored for a long time, bread we will buy now. Do you hear, Petrusha, eat the chicken right away.
Petrusha nodded in response, but was thinking about something else.
I kept looking in the mirror, at myself. I studied
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Prompt: I kept looking in the mirror, at myself. I studied myself, how I was built. How I looked. I looked at myself and thought, -I'm a handsome man. Maybe the unknown suitcase prince incognito, - I pondered, looking at the shiny coffee-colored handbag with a contented shiny black handle, reflected in the mirrored Daleks. - It is very possible that my grandmother had sinned with an antique valise in the carriage of a famous English earl. I see that my seams are straight, sewn with strong selected threads, the clasps shimmer in the sun like exquisite diamonds, and the lining is simply gorgeous, of unusual color - selected, I have not seen it in others. And the label inside me, which with the inscription "MPP RSFSR Moscow leather goods factory" proudly informs all the curious that I am a thing of the highest category, what? Even a foreign-made suitcase, seeing all this, would simply fall apart at the seams with envy. Where did all this come from, the question arises? Petr Petrovich is a man of great taste, he will not take the first suitcase he sees.
I tried once more to express friendly emotions and
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Prompt: I tried once more to express friendly emotions and my parallel world double repeated it. There is probably a world out there, in that object, just like the one I am in now. Maybe someday my brother will invite me to visit the unexplored worlds of the looking-glass. And I will surely visit them, my kinsman, but for now I have things to do here. And what if he, my otherworldly doppelganger, will crawl out of there himself and live here instead of me. Well, he's probably fine there, and I hope he stays there.
Such arrogant identical twins should be put on the
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Prompt: Such arrogant identical twins should be put on the spot, I thought. I was so impudent and impertinent that I was shocked myself. What if this dandy was stronger than me and could kick me in the face with my dermatin face and excellent metal clasps. The much-respected individual continued to stare at me insistently. I was confused. No reply or hello. What to expect? To avoid confusion, I smiled and said affably - I'm kidding bro. And oh, my God, he reciprocated. A smile can do wonders - I realized this at once. Next thing I know, he was doing everything I did. I was pissed off about it. Was he mocking me? Then I decided to put him in his place and decided to direct the threat at him. And he responded in kind. Then I looked at my host and noticed that the other host and his clone were also making synchronized movements. And it dawned on me that this was not another suitcase, not a brother, not an enemy, but my own person, imprisoned in a parallel world.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
