- Nice to meet you, I am a simple suitcase, and yo
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Prompt: - Nice to meet you, I am a simple suitcase, and you are, as I understand, a handbag?
- Maybe once I was a handbag, but at the present stage of my life I am a protective helmet of the people against the onslaught of party leaders, and I have the status of the Holy Grail, which my master wants to present to the people.
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 He was taciturn, withdrawn, extremely proud and impatient.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.
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.
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.
Well, sometimes my master would get a lucid moment
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Prompt: Well, sometimes my master would get a lucid moment and become a regular obedient Soviet citizen. We only met again today, after a six-month separation, because he was in rehab for the mentally ill. The separation from his master was borne out by a rather unusual outburst of his illness. And it started out quite beautifully, and I even thought he was cured. Being a lonely man in life, he avoided socializing with people, especially the female sex. But one day in his lucid moments he met a very simple and easygoing woman. They began dating. They took walks in the evenings. They found common topics of conversation and it brought them closer. One day a distant relative invited him to his house.
Prompt: The relative lived in a town about 60 km from the city. In order to diversify the meeting places with his acquaintance, my master offered her a trip together. She didn't hesitate to agree. She was even so carried away by the idea that she went to the hairdresser's, bought a new dress, underwear, shaved her legs and plucked out the little moustache under her nose with the help of tweezers. Our new acquaintance was of Tatar nationality, short in stature, with a rather impressive bust. The size of her form gave no rest to Vahan the Armenian, who worked as a fruit seller at the market near where our future bride lived. At the sight of her imposing charms Vahan didn't take his eyes off of these peaks of Ararat for a moment and shouted loudly: Vai, vai, vai let Angela Vahanushka have these watermelons, vai, vai, vai!
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: 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.
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.
- 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.
- 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.
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:
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.
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.
- 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.
- 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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: 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: 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?
- 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?
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