The Consequences of Impulsive Actions 6 пальцов иван грозный равана ревущий царь русов
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Prompt: Ravana told him, "My whole life was ruined because I was doing something first and then thinking." He said, "Why did I die? Because at first I committed an act, and only then I thought: did I do the right thing or not. I've ruined my whole life because of this. Because I couldn't control myself, couldn't control my feelings, my whole life was ruined. Therefore, you should never do this. Always listen to the instructions first and only then act. Never act on your own. This is my last word."
Prompt: Ravana took possession of the atmalingam (that is, the "authentic lingam") taken from Shiva, his wife, his Mind, and the gift of immortality, and then lost them because of his stupidity. It happened that Ravana's mother devotedly worshipped Shiva and constantly worshipped lingam. One day Indra stole the lingam from her, and the pious woman went on a hunger strike. Ravana came to his mother and asked her to stop starving, promising that instead of stealing, he would get her a "genuine lingam", taking it from Shiva himself. Having thus calmed his mother, he went to Mount Kailasa. Having reached the abode of Shiva, Ravana devoted himself to ascetic exploits. For ten thousand years he stood on his head in the middle of five bonfires. At the end of each millennium, he chopped off one of his heads. And when he was about to chop off the last tenth, Shiva appeared before him and asked what gifts he wanted. Ravana asked for three gifts: immortality, possession of the atmalingam and a woman to marry him of the same beauty as Uma, the spouse of Shiva, whom he happened to see once during long years of asceticism. Shiva gave him the atmalingam and also guaranteed him immortality on the condition that Ravana would never bother him again. As for the woman in the spouse, Shiva said that in all three worlds there is no beauty equal to the Mind; and then Ravana demanded his wife herself. Mahadeva expressed unwillingness to part with his wife, but Ravana threatened that he would undertake even more severe ascetic feats than he had already performed; intimidated by this promise, the Great God obeyed and gave up his wife to Ravana.
Prompt: According to traditional Indian mythology, Ravana was the direct great-grandson of the creator god Brahma and the grandson of the Lord of all creatures Pulastya. For centuries of austerity, Ravana was awarded the gift of invulnerability by Brahma himself. Neither gods nor humans could handle him. The Ramayana says: "Where Ravana appeared, the sun lost its power, the wind stopped blowing, the fire stopped burning and the raging ocean pacified its waters." The mighty giant "had ten faces, twenty arms, copper-colored eyes, a towering chest and teeth with the whiteness of a new moon. He looked like a huge cloud or a god of death with his mouth open. He had all the signs of a royal birth, however, his body was riddled with the marks of wounds inflicted on him by all kinds of heavenly weapons when he fought with the gods. It was marked by the marks of lightning strikes inflicted by Indra, scars from the tusks of Indra Airavata's elephant, scars from cuts caused by Vishnu's chakra (disc). His power was such that he could sway the seas and split the mountain peaks. He flouted all laws and raped other people's wives. One day he entered Bhogavati (the capital of the snake kingdom of Patala), defeated the great serpent Vasuki and kidnapped Takshaka's beloved wife. He beat his half-brother Kubera (the god of wealth) and took away from him a self-propelled celestial chariot called Pushpaka. He devastated the celestial groves of Chitraratha and the gardens of the gods. Being as tall as a high mountain, he stopped the movement of the sun and moon with his hand and prevented their ascent."
Prompt: Official of the Ministry of Culture of the Russian Federation
To whom the appeal was sent
Dear Minister,
I am contacting you to request permission to conduct archaeological excavations in the center of Kaluga (without harming the infrastructure). As a native of Kaluga, now living in Toronto, Canada, I strive to explore and preserve the heritage of my hometown and the Russian people in general.
I propose a joint effort between my organization and the Russian Federation with the division of all found treasures, artifacts and valuables (according to current Legislation) 50/50. This partnership will not only benefit both sides, but will also contribute to the preservation of Russia's rich cultural heritage.
I ask you to provide all the necessary application forms and guidelines to simplify this process.
I highly appreciate your attention to this urgent matter and I look forward to receiving an answer.
Prompt: He has a top quote
"Gentlemen, I love war... Gentlemen, I love war! I love genocide, I love blitzkrieg, I love offensive, I love defense, I love sieges, I love breakthroughs, I love retreats, I love sweeps, I love defeats. In the fields, on the streets, in the trenches, on the plains, in the tundra, in the desert, at sea, in the sky, in the mud, in the swamp. I sincerely love all kinds of wars that can be staged on this planet! I love the deafening roar of artillery tearing enemy formations apart… When enemy bodies fly into the air and then fall to the ground in small pieces, my heart sings! I love it when our Tiger with its 88mm cannon... converges with an enemy tank! What a pleasant feeling it is when they jump out of a tank to die under fire! I love it when infantry rushes into enemy ranks in a bayonet attack. I am touched by the sight of recruits fearfully thrusting bayonets over and over into the body of a long-dead enemy. And the sight of a deserter hanging on a pole causes a strange excitement. And how delightfully the enemy prisoners squeal, in unison with the screech of the machine gun with which I mow them down. And these are the pathetic Resistance who fought with us in the days of our glory, even though they were disgustingly armed. I even remember how a 4.8-ton shrapnel shell from the Dora demolished their city! I love it when Russian soldiers panic. When the village they were defending was destroyed, and the women and children were so upset. I remember with pleasure how the armies of England and America were broken and destroyed! And they shamefully ran, crawled on the ground like miserable worms, driven by our messers!Gentlemen, I wish to see a hell of a war!
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