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: 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:
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: - 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: 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
The return home was welcome. My host and I had had
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Prompt: The return home was welcome. My host and I had had enough of wandering around a strange city. After picking up everything we needed, which was the purpose of our work trip, we returned home again on the train.
The monotonous rocking to the pounding of the train wheels made me sleepy and bored. In the compartment of the coach there were two other people: an elderly, thin, short woman and an Asian man. Something strange was going on this time in our wagon shelter, nobody was friendly and didn't make any contact. So everyone was busy thinking their own thoughts. But I wanted to socialize, so I decided to cheer myself up by communicating with my shaking companions. And that was an old shabby woman's bag and a suitcase just like me only, milky colored, that were lying on the opposite top luggage shelves.
Prompt: Now me and you, and everyone here, looking around the crowd with a hard look, we are all niggers - comrades, I am a nigger, he is a nigger, we are all niggers, buddy-buddy in one word - continued to justify himself with a strained smile of the accompanying interpreter.
After these phrases Mambuka's face lit up in a beautiful smile, resembling an open cob of corn with an even row of snow-white and beautiful teeth. With a friendly greeting the foreigner, not like you and not like me, turned to the roughnecks: "Nigger, nigger, I'm glad to greet you all nigger. And you nigger-ass fellow driver at the next stop, Mambuka will be getting off the ostrich. And a banana and an orange to treat you nigger-driver to the embassy afterwards.
Prompt: - Here? I'm a don andestend yo mai freds? What do you mean by nigger? - came from the lips of our African, looking questioningly at the uprising of the Soviet people.
A man standing nearby, as white as any, spoke out against the oppression of transport apartheid. It was the accompanying interpreter who blurted out: - What are you chattering idiots, this is Comrade Mambuka, from an African communist state, here to learn the experience of communist propaganda. You'd better watch your mouth, or World War III will break out because of such words," he said with a strained smile.
Then turning to the black party schoolboy, with a strained smile on his face, he said: - Black-ass, respected comrade Mambuka, is a Russian variant of greeting, like hello comrade, hello buddy, hello brother or as in your languages where you are from. Well, for example in Afrikaans it would be "goyimore", in Ndebele it would be "locha", in Tsonga it would be "avusheni", in Zulu it would be "savubona", and in Russian it is nigger - that is a very respectable person in our language, a friend in one word.
The crowd resounded in defense of the aborigine: -
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Prompt: The crowd resounded in defense of the aborigine: - Where did this nigger hare get bus passes! They only ride elephants and ostriches in their homeland, and this transport does not accept season tickets! These animals are driven by trained gorillas! And gorillas are only paid for with bananas and oranges!
Then came the bus driver's voice: "I'm not a gorilla! I will not accept bananas and oranges for the ride. So at the next stop that black hare has to get off my ostrich, until he pays the fare in normal Soviet money. What am I going to tell Vasilich, the head of the bus depot? That I had a black hare on the bus and paid for the fare with a kilo banana, huh? He'll fire me. And I got a vacation coming up! The guys in the park will laugh at me. Get the militia and the inspectors here right away, let them eat bananas themselves.
- And if this black hare pays with a fork of African black cabbage, then your Vasilich will be very happy, ha-ha-ha - the crowd of passengers rumbled merrily.
The crowd of Soviet citizens laughed enthusiastica
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Prompt: The crowd of Soviet citizens laughed enthusiastically and were amazed at the interpreter's dexterity and ingenuity in mitigating the budding conflict in a rather original way.
That is how, thanks to the interpreter, the Soviet Union avoided an international conflict that could have been the cause of World War III.
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?
- Forgive me. Don't swear like that again, or I'll
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Prompt: - Forgive me. Don't swear like that again, or I'll grab a dagger and smash you to death! I'm respectable, I was produced in an Armenian leather factory, understand? I live with my owner in Kyrgyzstan. My boss and I do important things for a lot of people. My boss has weed in me. Only it's not dandelion, not rose, and not float, but an important weed from the Chu Valley. You smoke it and wai, wai it's good for people. When we come to the city, everyone begs my lord to sell it, even the chief of the station policeman himself. That's how it is. I am a very important suitcase. I am very much appreciated. I give joy and pleasure. To this I have been likened by a higher power. Drives her this May destiny. Put five angry hot djigits in a room and put vodka or cognac there, they'll slit each other's throats like sheep in an hour. If you give them some weed, they'll be laughing like children and rejoicing. Wai-wai go outside and sunbathe together, wai-wai-wai-wai.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
- 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.
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.
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.
