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[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 She was able to say these words boldly to her committee, in full confidence that it wouldn\u2019t occur to any of the tradespeople of our town, all of whom were poor, to buy a ticket. Liputin and Lyamshin had already been deprived of their stewards\u2019 rosettes (although they were present at the ball and took part in the \u2018literary quadrille\u2019); but Liputin\u2019s place had been taken, to my surprise, by the seminary student who had created the greatest scandal that morning by his tussle with Stepan Trofimovich, and Lyamshin\u2019s place by Pyotr Stepanovich himself. What could one possibly expect in such a case? Here I noticed some individuals in frock-coats that were practically ragged, attire that was extremely dubious and entirely unsuitable for a ball. They had obviously been sobered up with extraordinary difficulty and certainly wouldn\u2019t remain so for long, and were not local people, though Lord knows where they\u2019d been found. The buffet was located at the end of a suite of rooms, in a spacious hall, where Prokhorych had installed himself with all the enticements of the club\u2019s kitchen and with a tempting display of zakuski and drinks. But in any event I doubted that these sullen people in frock-coats that were almost ragged would have been admitted, all the democratic sentiments of the committee notwithstanding. I knew, of course, that in keeping with an idea of Yuliya Mikhaylovna\u2019s, it had been proposed to throw the most democratic ball possible, \u2018without refusing even the tradespeople, if it should happen that some of them should pay for a ticket\u2019. But who admitted them, and with what purpose? I made an effort to listen in on the conversations. Some of the opinions expressed were striking for their wildness. In one little group, for instance, people were asserting that Yuliya Mikhaylovna had masterminded the entire affair between Stavrogin and Liza, and that she had taken money for it from Stavrogin."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "The buffet was located at the end of the suite of rooms, in a spacious hall where Prokhorych settled with all the seductions of club cuisine and with a tempting display of snacks and drinks. I noticed here several individuals in almost torn frock coats, in the most dubious, too far from ballroom costumes, obviously sobered up with exorbitant labor and for a short time, and God knows where they were taken from, some kind of out-of-town. Of course, I knew that, according to Yulia Mikhailovna's idea, it was supposed to arrange the most democratic ball, \"without refusing even the philistines, if it happened that one of them would pay for a ticket. \" She could boldly utter these words in her committee, in full confidence that none of the philistines of our city, completely poor, would ever think of taking a ticket. But all the same, I doubted that these gloomy and almost ragged sergeants could be let in, despite all the democracy of the committee. But who let them in and for what purpose? Liputin and Lyamshin were already deprived of their managerial bows (although they were present at the ball, participating in the \"quadrille of literature\"); but Liputin's place was taken, to my surprise, by that recent seminarian who most of all disgraced \"morning\" by his fight with Stepan Trofimovich, and Lyamshin's place was taken by Pyotr Stepanovich himself; what could be expected in such a case? I tried to listen to the conversations. Other opinions were striking in their savagery. For example, in one group they asserted that Yulia Mikhailovna had done the whole story of Stavrogin and Liza and took money from Stavrogin for this.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 80 K. asked him. \" -- we had every prospect of advancement and would certainly have been promoted to be Whippers pretty soon, like this man here, who simply had the luck never to be complained of, for a complaint of that kind really happens very seldom indeed. \" Is there no way of getting these two off their whipping?\" \"Can that birch-rod cause such terrible pain ? And all is lost now, sir, our careers are done for, we'll be set to do much more menial work than a warder's, and, besides that, we're in for a whipping, and that's horribly painful.\" No,\" said the man, smilingly shaking his head. \"Strip,\" he ordered the warders. Ah, I see,\" said K., and he looked more attentively at the Whipper, who was tanned like a sailor and had a brutal, healthy face. \"We'll have to take off all our clothes first,\" said Willem. \" \" asked K., examining the switch, which the man waved to and fro in front of him."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "- we had prospects of making progress and would certainly soon have become thugs like this one, who was just lucky not to have been reported by anyone, because such a report is really very rare. And now, sir, all is lost, our careers over, we shall have to do far more menial work than guard duty, and besides, we are now getting these terribly painful beatings.\u201d \u201cCan the rod cause such pain?\u201d asked K. and checked the rod that the whipper was swinging in front of him. \"We're going to have to strip completely naked,\" Willem said. \"Oh,\" said K. and looked closely at the whipper, he was as tanned as a sailor and had a wild, fresh face. \"Isn't there a way to spare them both the beating?\" he asked him. \" No,\" said the whipper, smiling and shaking his head. \" Undress your clothes!\" he ordered the guards.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 40 I know that I am usually a good conversationalist, except when inhibited by my confounded shyness. It is always encouraging for a talker to find that he is being a success, and a whole string of stories that I had long since forgotten came back to me. Edith\u2019s laugh sounded particularly exuberant with its high, silvery note and occasional shrill treble, but her gaiety must quite genuinely have come from within, for the skin of her thin cheeks, transparent and delicate as porcelain, took on a warmer and warmer hue; a flush of health, of positive prettiness, lit up her face, and her grey eyes, as a rule somewhat steely and hard, sparkled with childish delight. But this time I was somehow or other in tip-top form, and I chattered away with real animation. After so excellent a dinner, with a brandy at the back of my throat sending glorious warmth throughout my body, a fat cigar in my mouth, its smoke tickling my nose deliciously, and two pretty, vivacious girls beside me, I should have been the dullest of clods had I found any difficulty in chatting away gaily. It was good to look at her when she forgot her fettered body, for at such moments her movements became more and more relaxed, her gestures more natural; she leaned back at her ease, she laughed, drank, drew Ilona down to her and put her arm round her shoulders. Lord knows I didn\u2019t bore them and myself with a lot of profound and clever stuff, I really only retailed the most humdrum stories, barrack-room yarns and so forth, but to my infinite astonishment, I amused the two girls no end, and they never stopped laughing for a moment. There was no denying that they both enjoyed my sallies famously. Of course, they were only silly little stories that I regaled them with: the latest happenings in barracks, the story, for instance, of how, the week before, the Colonel, wishing to send off an express letter in time to catch the mail to Vienna, had sent for an Uhlan, a regular Ruthenian peasant lad, and impressed on him that the letter must go off to Vienna at once, whereupon the dolt had dashed off post-haste to the stables, saddled his horse and galloped off along the high-road to Vienna! If we hadn\u2019t rung up the next garrison and let them know, the silly ass would actually have done the whole eighteen hours\u2019 ride to Vienna."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "With a cognac behind your throat that warms you up wonderfully, with a nice, heavy cigar whose smoke tickles your nose deliciously, with two pretty, excited girls next to you and after such a succulent dinner it is not difficult for even the dumbest to be tidy to chat. I know I'm generally pretty good at storytelling, except when my damn shyness gets in the way. But this time I'm in particularly good shape and I'm conversing with real animation. Of course it's just silly little stories that I tell, just the last thing that happened here, like how the colonel wanted to send an express letter to the Viennese express train before the post office closed last week and called a Uhlan, a right-wing Ruthenian farm boy, and impressed on him that the letter had to go to Vienna immediately, whereupon the stupid fellow ran straight into the stable, saddled his horse and galloped straight ahead on the country road to Vienna; if the next order had not been given by telephone, the donkey would really have ridden the eighteen hours. So, by God, there are no profound clevernesses with which I strain myself and the others, really just everyday stories, barracks yard blossoms of the oldest and newest fencing, but - I'm amazed myself - they amuse the two girls immensely, both laugh non-stop. Edith's laughter sounds particularly high-spirited with its high silvery tone, which sometimes cracks slightly in the sharp treble, but the merriment must really and honestly come from within her, for the porcelain-thin and transparent skin of her cheeks shows an increasingly lively tone, a touch of health and even prettiness brightens her face, and her gray eyes, otherwise a little steely and keen, sparkle with a childish delight. It is good to look at her as long as she forgets her bound body, because her movements become freer and freer, her gestures looser; completely at ease, she leans back , she laughs, she drinks, she pulls Ilona close and puts her arm around her shoulders; really, the two of them are having a great time with my knick-knacks. Success in storytelling now always has something energizing for the narrator; a lot of stories come to mind that I had long forgotten.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 40 Of course, I didn\u2019t fiscal and ordered everyone to be silent so that it wouldn\u2019t come to the authorities, I even told my mother only when everything healed, and the wound was empty, a scratch. , I just looked with contempt, as if saying with a glance: \"Would you like, they say, more, for all my friendship, so I'm at your service.\" But he didn\u2019t stab another time, he couldn\u2019t stand it, he got scared himself, dropped the knife, cried aloud and started to run. But he suddenly met my gaze: I don\u2019t know what it seemed to him, but he grabbed his penknife, rushed at me and poked it in my thigh, right here, at my right foot. I did not move, I confess I am sometimes brave, Karamazov"}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "But he suddenly met my eyes. I don't know what he fancied; but he pulled out a penknife, rushed at me, and struck at my thigh, here in my right leg. I didn't move. I don't mind owning I am plucky sometimes, Karamazov. I simply looked at him contemptuously, as though to say, 'This is how you repay all my kindness! Do it again, if you like, I'm at your service.' But he didn't stab me again; he broke down, he was frightened at what he had done, he threw away the knife, burst out crying, and ran away. I did not sneak on him, of course, and I made them all keep quiet, so it shouldn't come to the ears of the masters. I didn't even tell my mother till it had healed up. And the wound was a mere scratch.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 80, order = 40 Despite all advances in civilization, woman has remained the way nature created her, she has the character of the savage, who shows herself to be faithful and faithless, magnanimous and cruel, depending on the impulse that is affecting him controlled. At all times only a serious, deep education has created the moral character; thus the man, even if he is selfish, if he is malicious, always follows principles, but the woman always only follows impulses. \"Why nothing,\" she said, \"remember what I'm about to tell you: never feel safe with the woman you love, for woman's nature harbors more dangers than you think. The best woman momentarily sinks into the dirt, the worst rises unexpectedly to great good deeds, and shames her despisers. Never forget that and never feel safe with the woman you love.\u201d No woman is so good or so bad that she is not capable of the most diabolical as well as the most divine, the dirtiest as well as the purest thoughts, feelings, actions at any moment. The character of woman is lack of character. Women are neither as good as their admirers and defenders, nor as bad as their enemies make them out to be."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "\u201cMake a point of remembering what I\u2019m about to tell you: Never feel safe with the woman you love, for a woman\u2019s nature conceals more dangers that you think. Women are neither as good as their admirers and defenders would have it nor as bad as their enemies make them out to be. A woman\u2019s character is her lack of character. The best woman sinks momentarily into filth, the worst woman rises unexpectedly to great good deeds, putting her despisers to shame. No woman is so good or so evil as not to be capable at any moment of both the most diabolical and most divine, both the foulest and the purest thoughts, feelings, actions. Despite all progress of civilization, women have remained exactly as they emerged from the hand of Nature. A woman has the character of a savage, who acts loyal or disloyal, generous or gruesome, depending on whatever impulse happens to rule him at the moment. In all times, only deep and earnest formation has created the moral character. Thus, a man, no matter how selfish, how malevolent he may be, always follows principles, while a woman always follows only impulses. Never forget this and never feel safe with the woman you love.\u201d\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 20 I discovered a place to squat among these grasses, a space just big enough for my knees to fit, and my habit at this time of year was to go and sit there, absolutely still. They were tall trees, about a foot in girth, and the interesting thing was that they were visually pleasing only as a group, not individually. The sight of them always made me happy as a child. Around this lantern the nameless grasses that had pushed up through the mossy earth tossed fancy-free in the world\u2019s fickle winds, casting their scent and taking their pleasure in their own sweet way. Beneath the pines crouched a garden lantern of rusted black iron on a slab of some kind of red rock, grim and immovable, like an obstinate little old man. When I was a child, a sake shop by the name of Yorozuya stood outside our front gate. Whenever Okura began to play, I would slip out into the garden to hear her. On quiet spring afternoons the daughter of the establishment, a girl called Okura, would always take up her shamisen and practice the old nagauta songs she was studying. We owned a plot for growing tea, around forty square yards, in front of which, to the east of the guest room, stood a row of three pine trees. I used to love to gaze at it."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "At the time of Kosuke, there was a liquor store called Manya in front of the gate, and there was a daughter named Mikura-san. This Mr. Mikura always plays Nagauta in the quiet spring afternoon. When the grace begins, I go out to the garden. Three pine trees are lined up on the east side of the guest room, ahead of the tea plantation of about 10 tsubo. This pine tree is a large tree with a shaku around it, and interestingly, it was the first time that three pine trees had formed a quaint appearance. Looking at this pine with a small heart makes me feel good. A black rusty iron lantern under the pine sits on the unknown red stone, always like a stubborn grandfather of an unknown shop. I loved staring at this lantern. Before and after the lanterns, the moss-deep ground is drawn, and the unknown spring grass smells alone on the face that does not know the wind of the Ukiyo, and enjoys it alone. It was a habit of this time that I found a seat in this grass that could hold my knees slightly and crouched still."}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 80 I had been kneeling beside him all day long when he suddenly started to bark, giving short, uneven barks as he usually did when a stranger came into the room. But it was already in him. In some alarm I sought his gaze and he sought mine, too; but not so as to take his leave. He was very ill. He looked at me sternly and disconsolately, reproaching me for having let it in. And there was no time left to undeceive him. Barking in this manner had come to mean just that for us, as if by agreement, so I instinctively looked across at the door. He was convinced that I could have prevented it. But it turned out that he had always overestimated me."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "He was very sick. I had been kneeling by him all day when suddenly he barked, jerkily and briefly, as he used to do when a stranger entered the room. Such a bark had been arranged between us, so to speak, for this case, and I involuntarily looked towards the door. But it was already in him. Disturbed, I looked for his eyes, and he also looked for mine; but not to say goodbye. He looked at me hard and bewildered. He accused me of letting it in. He was convinced I could have prevented it. Now it turned out that he had always overestimated me. And there was no more time to enlighten him.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 60 Your hexagrams are ineffective, and your words are ridiculous! I am not afraid! Saying that the time of day when it rains is not the same, You are still sitting at risk, go as soon as possible, and spare you the death penalty!\" I know you, you are not a scholar, but the Dragon King of Jinghe. The Dragon King turned the door and beat and scolded: \"This demon who talks about good fortune and good fortune, and a bastard who is good at deceiving people's hearts! When he got there, Fang Buyun, thunder at noon, and rain before it rained, when the rain stopped, but only three feet and forty points, changed him by one hour, beat him by three inches and eight points, and distributed the generals after the rain. return after victory. He pressed the cloud head down again, and turned into a scholar in white clothes. He went to Ximenli Street and crashed into Yuan Shoucheng's hexagram shop. Shoucheng was still openly not afraid, and sneered with his face up to the sky: \"I am not afraid! It's just hard to hide from me. The gentleman sat in his chair, blatantly motionless."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Clouds, thunder, and rain succeeded one another exactly two hours later than instructed, and only three feet and forty drops of water fell. The dragon king then dismissed his subordinates, returned to earth, transformed into the scholar of the previous day, and bashed his way into Yuan Shoucheng\u2019s shop, smashing his sign, writing brushes, and inkstone. When Master Yuan remained seated, perfectly impassive, the dragon king ripped the door off its hinges and threatened him with it: \u201cBogus prophet! Everything you told me about the rain today was wrong! How dare you sit there so high-and-mighty? Get out before I throw you out!\u201d Master Yuan laughed scornfully. \u201cYou don\u2019t scare me. But I\u2019m worried for you. I know who you are: the local dragon king.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 40 That's even certain; Let him beat me on the head, and the rest of them from behind. See, all of you, what a desperate man can be driven to!' \u201cAnd what if they take me to the police? Would they dare? I'll fasten my teeth on his hand, I'll bite him. ' but then I'll prove to them . . . They'd be afraid of a scandal. And what if Zverkov should refuse the duel out of contempt? Then I'll rush to the posting-house as he's leaving tomorrow, I'll grab him by the leg, I'll tear his overcoat off as he's getting into the coach."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "\u201cWhat if they hand me over to the unit? They won't dare! They are afraid of scandal. But what if Zverkov, out of contempt, refuses to duel? It's even likely; but then I'll prove it to them ... I'll rush to the post office when he leaves tomorrow, grab him by the leg, tear off his overcoat when he gets into the wagon. I will bite into his hand with my teeth, I will bite him. \u201cLook at all that a desperate man can be brought to!\u201d Let him hit me in the head, and all of them from behind.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 So they made a detour. And in the middle of this accursed moor of Le Tartaret, La C\u00f4te Verte rose as though miraculously blessed by an eternal spring, with grass that was forever green, beech trees that were continually producing new leaves, and fields that yielded as many as three crops a year. The origins of the place were lost in the mists of time, and the local miners told a story about how the fire of heaven had fallen upon this underground Sodom where putters defiled themselves in all manner of abomination; and it had struck so suddenly that they had not even had time to return to the surface and continued to roast in its hell-fires to this very day. The rock had burned to a dark red and was covered in a leprous bloom of potash. As they were approaching Le Tartaret, Jeanne asked Mme Hennebeau if she knew of La C\u00f4te Verte, and she admitted that, despite having lived there for five years, she had never been this way before. Situated at the edge of the wood, Le Tartaret was a stretch of barren, volcanic moorland, beneath which a coal-seam had been burning permanently for centuries past. It was a natural hothouse, warmed by the combustion taking place in the deep strata beneath. After dark those brave enough to put an eye to these cracks in the earth swore that they could see flames and the souls of the damned frying in the hot coals beneath. Gleams of light flickered along the ground, and hot vapours rose continually, like a foul and poisonous stench from the devil\u2019s kitchen. Sulphur grew along the fissures like yellow flowers."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "As they approached Tartaret, Jeanne asked Madame Hennebeau if she knew the C\u00f4te-Verte; and the latter, in spite of her stay of five years already in the country, confessed that she had never been that way. So we took a detour. Tartaret, on the edge of the wood, was an uncultivated moor, of volcanic sterility, under which, for centuries, a burnt coal mine had been burning. It was lost in legend, the miners of the country told a story: fire from heaven falling on this Sodom of the bowels of the earth, where the putters defiled themselves with abominations; so much so that they had not even had time to come back up, and that even today they were blazing at the bottom of this hell. The calcined rocks, dark red, were covered with an efflorescence of alum, like leprosy. Sulfur grew, in a yellow flower, at the edge of the cracks. At night, the brave who dared to peek into these holes swore they saw flames there, criminal souls sizzling in the embers within. Wandering lights ran along the ground, hot vapors, poisoning the filth and the devil's dirty kitchen, smoked continually. And, like a miracle of eternal spring, in the middle of this cursed moor of Tartaret, the C\u00f4te-Verte stood up with its evergreen lawns, its beeches whose leaves were constantly renewed, its fields where up to three crops. It was a natural greenhouse, heated by the fire of the deep layers.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 40 , I said to myself; but I was silent, I suffered, and I don't know when I should have had the courage to speak. My friend, your sincerity carries me away; I would be a monster if she did not drag me away, and I will confess to you that the story of your heart is, word for word, the story of mine. Everything you said to yourself Ah! what a superiority this moment gives you over me! fell back in his chair and began to cry. Your frankness, your honesty confuses me and should make me die of shame. The marquis threw himself on his knees and said to him: \"You are a charming woman, an adorable woman, a woman like no other.\" You were the first to speak, and I was the first to blame. How tall I see you and how small I feel!"}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Oh, a woman in my position is not to be envied, especially with a fool of a husband like that\u2026\u2019 When she had finished Mme de La Pommeraye threw herself into her armchair and started crying. The Marquis rushed to her knees. \u2018You are a charming woman, an adorable woman, a woman unlike any other. Your candour and your honesty confound me and ought to make me die of shame. Ah, how vastly superior you are to me at this moment. How noble I find you and how mean I perceive myself. You have spoken first and yet it is I who was guilty first. My friend, your sincerity inspires me, and I would be a monster if it did not, and I admit that what you have said of your feelings applies word for word to mine. Everything that you have said to yourself I have said to myself, but I have kept quiet and suffered in silence. I don\u2019t know when I would have had the courage to speak.\u2019\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 60 The whole secret is here, the whole of history is here! ten years ago I cried out in the same way from a platform in Petersburg, exactly the same things and in the same words, and in exactly the same way they understood nothing, they laughed and hissed, as now; short people, what more do you need in order to understand? ... Oh, God!\" I will not yield!\" Science itself would not stand for a minute without beauty-are you aware of that, you who are laughing?-it would turn into boorishness, you couldn't invent the nail! And do you know, do you know that mankind can live without the Englishman, it can live without Germany, it can live only too well without the Russian man, it can live without science, without bread, and it only cannot live without beauty, for then there would be nothing at all to do in the world! he clasped his hands, \""}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Oh my God! - he threw up his hands, - ten years ago I shouted in exactly the same way in Petersburg, from the stage, in exactly the same way with those words, and in the same way they did not understand anything, laughed and hissed, as they do now; short people, what do you lack to understand? But do you know, do you know that without an Englishman it is still possible for mankind to live, without Germany it is possible, without a Russian man it is too possible, without science it is possible, without bread it is possible, without beauty alone it is impossible, because there will be absolutely nothing to do in the world! The whole mystery is here, the whole story is here! Science itself will not stand for a moment without beauty\u2014do you know that, laughing ones\u2014it will turn into boorishness, you won\u2019t invent a nail! .. I won\u2019t yield!\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 60 The end of the sentence begun sang of itself on his lips. But his method, his beautiful sound, sometimes reappeared under the fingers of his students, even those who for the rest had become mediocre people, had abandoned music and hardly ever opened a piano again. She knew that her young daughter-in-law (full of respect for her new family, except in matters of the mind on which, knowing even harmony and even Greek, she had special knowledge) despised Chopin. and suffered when she heard it played. Without being gifted for music by nature, she had received lessons fifteen years ago that a piano teacher from the Faubourg Saint-Germain, a woman of genius who had been reduced to misery at the end of her life, had started again. , at the age of seventy, to give to the daughters and granddaughters of his former pupils. The Princess of Laumes felt them too. But far from the surveillance of this Wagnerian who was further away with a group of people of her own age, Madame de Cambremer indulged in delicious impressions. So Madame des Laumes was able to shake her head, knowingly, with a fair appreciation of the way the pianist was playing this prelude which she knew by heart. She was dead today."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "She was aware that her young daughter-in-law (full of respect for her new family, except regarding the things of the mind about which, since she knew a little harmony and even some Greek, she was especially enlightened) despised Chopin and suffered when she heard it played. But far away from the surveillance of that Wagnerian who was off in the distance with a group of people her own age, Mme. de Cambremer abandoned herself to her delightful impressions. The Princesse des Laumes was enjoying them too. Though without a natural gift for music, she had had lessons fifteen years earlier from a piano teacher of the Faubourg Saint-Germain, a woman of genius who at the end of her life had been reduced to poverty and had returned, at the age of seventy, to giving piano lessons, to the daughters and granddaughters of her old pupils. She was dead now. But her method, her lovely sound, came back to life sometimes under the fingers of her pupils, even those who had become in other respects ordinary people, had abandoned music, and almost never opened a piano anymore. And so Mme. des Laumes could shake her head, with expert knowledge, with a just appreciation of the way the pianist was playing this prelude, which she knew by heart. The end of the phrase he had begun already sang on her lips.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 40 Nevertheless, you don't have to neglect them entirely, they certainly contain a certain truth, and they're also very beautiful, I've painted a few pictures myself that have such legends as their content.\" The painter laughed. It's just very difficult to determine. \"Such acquittals,\" replied the painter, \"are said to have existed. \"Legends alone don't change my opinion,\" said K., \"I suppose one can't invoke these legends in court either? The final decisions of the court are not published, they are not even available to the judges, as a result only legends have survived about old court cases. \"That's enough,\" said K., \"or are you assuming acquittals heard earlier?\" \" However, the majority of these even contain real acquittals, one can believe them, but they are not verifiable."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's quite enough,\" said K. \"Or have you ever heard of acquittals in earlier times?\" \"Such acquittals,\" replied the painter, \"are said to have occurred. Only it is very difficult to prove the fact. The final decisions of the Court are never recorded, even the Judges can't get hold of them, consequently we have only legendary accounts of ancient cases. These legends certainly provide instances of acquittal; actually the majority of them are about acquittals, they can be believed, but they cannot be proved. All the same, they shouldn't be entirely left out of account, they must have an element of truth in them, and besides they are very beautiful. I myself have painted several pictures founded on such legends.\" \"Mere legends cannot alter my opinion, said K., \"and I fancy that one cannot appeal to such legends before the Court? \" The painter laughed.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 40 It would be fun to come to such a beautiful place with money and Qing. When I was thinking about this, the two of them giggled. Whether it's a horse-drawn carriage, a boat, or a Ryounkaku, it's not like a field. It is said that Edokko is frivolous, but if such a thing goes around the countryside No matter how good the scenery is, it's boring to be in the field. and I repeat that it is Edokko, the frivolous is Edokko, and the Edokko is frivolous. If I was the vice-principal and I was the red shirt, I'm sure I would sneak up on me and use a compliment to cool the red shirt. I think it's perfect. I am thinking about Qing while looking at the sky. Qing is an old woman full of wrinkles, but she doesn't feel embarrassed wherever she takes her."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "As I gazed at the sky I was thinking about Kiyo. I was thinking how nice it would be if I had some money and I could bring her here to enjoy this pretty place. No matter how splendid the scenery was, it was no fun being here with the likes of the Hanger. Kiyo might be a wrinkled old woman, but I wouldn\u2019t feel embarrassed to take her anywhere. People like the Hanger weren\u2019t worth associating with no matter where you were \u2013 in a carriage, on a boat, even at the top of the twelve-story tower in Asakusa Park back in Tokyo. I was sure that if I were the Assistant Principal and Redshirt were in my position, I\u2019d be the one this guy was buttering up and flattering all over the place, and Redshirt would be the one he was always sneering at. They say that Tokyo people are two-faced, and now I was beginning to see why : if a guy like the Hanger was going around the country telling everybody about how he was a true son of Tokyo at every chance he got, it\u2019s no wonder that country people thought that \u2018two-faced\u2019 was just another way of calling somebody a Tokyoite, and vice versa. As these thoughts were passing through my head, I could hear the two of them breaking into a kind of muffled giggle.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 60 Does such financial prudency perhaps appear to you unnatural at such a moment? In that house we sought, but did not find. It may be that that money is there even now, or it may be that the following day it vanished and is now at the home of the defendant. But after all, he himself assures us that already a month before, at a certain moment that was also disquieting and fateful for him, he divided off a half of that three thousand and sewed it into an incense-bag, and if, of course, that is untrue, something which we shall in a moment prove, then none the less this idea is one familiar to Karamazov, he had contemplated it. Two abysses, gentlemen of the jury, recall that Karamazov can contemplate two abysses, and both of them at once! The catastrophe may take place at any moment, and of course we have not yet considered how to meet it, and in any case we have no time, and there is a hammering within our head, and we are longing for her, yes, but money \u2013 money is necessary in every situation! Not only that: whenhesubsequently assured the investigator that he had divided off the fifteen hundred and put it in an incense-bag (something that never happened), it may be that he thought up that incense-bag, right there that instant, for the very reason that two hours before he had divided off a half of the money and hidden it somewhere down there in Mokroye, just in case, until the morning, simply in order not to have to keep it about his person, following an inspiration that had suddenly presented itself to him. A man with money is everywhere a man."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "A catastrophe can happen now, of course we have not yet thought about how to meet it, and we have no time, and it knocks in our heads, and we are attracted to it, but what about money? - money is necessary in every situation! A man with money is a man everywhere. Perhaps such prudence at such a moment will seem unnatural to you? But he himself assures that even a month before that, at one very alarming and fatal moment for him, he separated half of the three thousand and sewed it into his palm, and if, of course, this is not true, which we will prove now, nevertheless, this idea is familiar to Karamazov, he contemplated it. Moreover, when he later assured the investigator that he had separated fifteen hundred in a palm (which never happened), then, perhaps, he invented this palm, right there and then, precisely because two hours before that he had separated half of the money and hid it where - somewhere there in Mokry, just in case, until the morning, just so as not to keep it on yourself, by a sudden inspiration. Two abysses, gentlemen of the jury, remember that Karamazov can contemplate two abysses, and both at once! We searched in that house but did not find it. Maybe this money is still there, or maybe the next day it disappeared from the defendant.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 Well, and he had that nasty, voluptuary spittle on his lips \u2013 not because of Mrs Khokhlakova, but because of the hundred and fifty thousand. And he told me he was flirting with Mrs Khokhlakova, a woman who was not very clever even when she was young and has now at forty completely lost her reason. Three weeks ago he took it into his head to pull my leg: \u201cLook,\u201d he said, \u201cyou have gone and got into hot water like a silly idiot because of a mere three thousand, but I am going to get my hands on a hundred and fifty thousand, I shall marry a certain little widow and buy a stone property in St Petersburg.\u201d Pyotr Ilyich Perkhotin gained the upper hand, brave fellow! And he convinced me, he really convinced me; kept coming to see me, every day: \u201cShe\u2019s yielding,\u201d he would say. I shall marry her, take her off to St Petersburg, and there I shall begin publishing a newspaper.\u201d And then suddenly he was shown the door: The scoundrel! \u201cAnd she is very sentimental,\u201d he said, \u201cso that is how I shall get her. His face was all beaming with joy."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Rogue! Three weeks ago he took it into his head to tease me: \u201cYou, he says, burst in like a fool because of three thousand, and I will bite a hundred and fifty of them, I will marry a widow and buy a stone house in St. Petersburg\u201d. And he told me that Khokhlakova was building chickens, and she was not smart even from a young age, but at forty she dared completely. \u201cYes, she\u2019s sensitive, she says, very much, so I\u2019ll finish her off. I'll get married, I'll take her to St. Petersburg, and there I'll start publishing a newspaper. \" And he has such a nasty voluptuous saliva on his lips - not for Khokhlakov's saliva, but for one and a half hundred thousand. And assured me, assured me; everyone comes to me, every day: he gives in, he says. He shone with joy. And then suddenly he was kicked out: Perkhotin Pyotr Ilyich took over, well done!\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 80 But if he is not stupid, he is monstrously ungrateful! and ... and ... do you know that that, too, is profitable, sometimes even praiseworthy? (Indeed one cannot refuse to suppose that, if only from the one consideration, that, if man is stupid, then who is wise?) In fact, I believe that the best definition of man is the ungrateful biped. Moral obliquity and consequently lack of good sense; for it has long been accepted that lack of good sense is due to no other cause than moral obliquity. Put it to the test and cast your eyes upon the history of mankind. What will you see? Gentlemen, let us suppose that man is not stupid. Is it a grand spectacle? But that is not all, that is not his worst defect; his worst defect is his perpetual moral obliquity, perpetual\u2014from the days of the Flood to the Schleswig-Holstein period. Phenomenally ungrateful."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "and ... and do you know that this is also useful and even sometimes very commendable? Gentlemen, let us assume that a person is not stupid. (Indeed, there is no way to say this about him, even if only from the fact that if he is stupid, then who will be smart then?) But if he is not stupid, then he is still monstrously ungrateful! Phenomenal ungrateful. I even think that the best definition of a person is: a creature on two legs and ungrateful. But that is not all; this is not yet its main shortcoming; its main drawback is its constant bad temper, constant, from the Flood to the Schleswig-Holstein period of human destinies. Unkindness, and consequently, imprudence; for it has long been known that indiscretion does not proceed otherwise than from indiscretion. Try to cast a glance at the history of mankind; well, what will you see? Majestically?\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 40 Hard fights do not let the supernatural powers manifest, and there is no victory or defeat in the exchanges of whips and sticks. Today, in the Lingxiao Palace, it is very cute. The gods of thunder can't come close. At one time, when he saw the swords, spears, swords, halberds, whips, hammers, gourds, gourds, and sickles and shovels of the thunder generals, they were very tight, and he changed his body into three heads and six arms; Six hands made three sticks, like a spinning wheel, dripping and flowing, dancing in Gai's heart. The golden whip and iron rod are both capable of gods and gods. The two of them were fighting in the same place, and the victory or defeat was not divided. There was already a real monarch of the sage, and he sent the general Zuo to the Lei House, and dispatched 36 Lei generals to come together to surround the great sage in the heart of Gai, and each of them fought fiercely and fiercely. . The great sage had no fear at all, so he used a wish-fulfilling stick to cover the left and the right, and the back frame to greet him. The real one is: One deceived his heart to take the Bullfighting Palace, and the other tried his best to help the Xuansheng Realm."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "With golden mace or iron cudgel each is a master; Both are weapons from the palaces of the gods. Today they show their might in the Hall of Miraculous Mist, A wonderful display of courage and skill. One in his folly wanting to capture the Palace of the Dipper and the Bull, The other exerting all his strength to support the world of the gods. The fight is too hard to allow the use of magic, As mace and cudgel struggle without result. As they fought together without either of them emerging as victor, the True Lord sent an officer with a message to the Thunder Palace ordering the thirty-six thunder generals to surround the Great Sage. Although they all fought with the utmost ferocity, the Great Sage was not in the least frightened, and parried and blocked to left and right with his As-You-Will cudgel, resisting his opponents in front and behind. Before long he found that the pressure was too great from the sabres, spears, swords, halberds, clubs, maces, claws-and-ropes, hammer, pole-axes, battle-axes, grabs, pennoned hooks, and moon-shaped bills of the thunder generals; so he shook himself and grew three heads and six arms. Then he shook his As-You-Will cudgel and changed it into three cudgels, and wielding the three cudgels in his six hands he flew round and round inside the encirclement like a spinning wheel. None of the thunder generals could get anywhere near him. Indeed, Perfectly round,\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 Glorify, they say, all over the city, I'm not afraid of you! \" And then suddenly, at that very moment, someone whispered in my ear: \u201cWhy, tomorrow you\u2019ll come with an offer of your hand, and will not come out to you, but tells the coachman to push you out of the yard. It would seem that there could no longer be any struggle: just to act like a bug, like an evil tarantula, without any regret ... I even crossed my spirit. of course, it will be so. Listen: after all, of course, tomorrow I would come to ask for my hands, so that all this, so to speak, be completed in the noblest, so to speak, way, and so that no one, therefore, would know and could not know. I looked at the girl, my voice did not lie: Anger boiled in me, I wanted to throw out the vilest, piggy, merchant's little thing: to look at her with a sneer, and right there, while standing in front of you, and stun her with an intonation with which only a merchant can say: They will kick me out in the neck, you can already judge by the present face. Because I am a person, though of low desires, but honest."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "It seemed that even a struggle was out of the question: I had no alternative but to act like a bedbug, like a savage tarantula, without any compassion \u2026 I nearly choked. Listen: you see, of course I could have gone the next day and asked for her hand, so as to bring it all to a decent, as it were, conclusion and so that no one would ever find out about this or have any chance of doing so. Because you see, though I may be a man of base desires, I am honest. But then suddenly at that very instant someone whispered in my ear: \u201cYou know, when you arrive with your proposal of marriage tomorrow that woman won\u2019t even come out and see you but will get her coachman to manhandle you off the premises, as if to blazon it all over town that she\u2019s not afraid of you!\u201d I glanced at the girl and knew that my voice did not lie: that was it, of course that was how it would be. I\u2019d be carted outside by the scruff of my neck , I could see that now by the look on her face. Malice seethed up inside me, I felt like pulling a really base, piggish, merchant\u2019s sort of trick on her: I wanted to look at her with a mocking snigger and then, while she was still there in front of me, discombobulate her in a tone of voice that only some merchant could produce:\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 40 Suddenly the crowd parted, and a small empty circle formed around the lying Lisa, and the bloody, distraught Mavriky Nikolaevich stood over her, screaming, crying and wringing his hands. For some time it was impossible to see anything in the beginning of the dump. I do not remember exactly what happened next; I only remember that Liza was suddenly carried away. But at the same moment that tradesman grabbed him from behind with both hands. There was a terrible cry from Mavriky Nikolaevich, who rushed to help and struck with all his strength the man who was shielding Liza from him. Then someone shouted: \"This is Stavrogin's!\" And on the other hand: \u201cThey won\u2019t kill much, they\u2019ll come to look!\u201d Suddenly I saw that above her head, from behind, someone's hand rose and fell; Lisa fell. It seems that Lisa got up, but fell again from another blow. I ran after her; she was still alive and perhaps still remembered."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Then someone yelled: \"That's Stavrogin's woman!\" And from the other side: \"They don't just kill, they also come and look!\" Suddenly I saw someone's hand, above her head, from behind, raised and lowered; Liza fell. There came a terrible cry from Mavriky Nikolaevich, who tore to her aid and struck the man who was between him and Liza with all his strength. But at the same moment that tradesman seized him from behind with both arms. For some time it was impossible to make anything out in the ensuing scuffle. It seems Liza got up, but fell again from another blow. Suddenly the crowd parted and a small empty circle formed around the prostrate Liza, with the bloody, crazed Mavriky Nikolaevich standing over her, shouting, weeping, and wringing his hands. I do not remember with complete precision how things went after that; I only remember that Liza was suddenly being carried away. I ran after her; she was still alive, and perhaps still conscious.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 40 So,\" called out K, throwing his arms in the air as if this sudden realisation needed more room, \"all of you are working for this organisation, I see now that you are all the very bunch of cheats and liars I've just been speaking about , you've all pressed yourselves in here in order to listen in and snoop on me, you gave the impression of having formed into factions, one of you even applauded me to test me out, and you wanted to learn how to trap an innocent man! But underneath those beards - and this was the real discovery made by K. - there were badges of various sizes and colours shining on the collars of their coats. All of them belonged to the same group, even though they seemed to be divided to the right and the left of him, and when he suddenly turned round he saw the same badge on the collar of the examining judge who calmly looked down at him with his hands in his lap. \" And so I wish you good luck in your trade.\" or I'll hit you,\" shouted K. to a quivery old man who had pressed himself especially close to him - \"or else that you've actually learned something. Well, I hope you haven't come here for nothing As far as he could see, every one of them was wearing one of these badges. , I hope you've either had some fun from someone who expected you to defend his innocence or else - let go of me Dark, little eyes flickered here and there, cheeks drooped down like on drunken men, their long beards were thin and stiff, if they took hold of them it was more like they were making their hands into claws, not as if they were taking hold of their own beards."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Small, black eyes darted to and fro, the cheeks drooped like drunkards, the long beards were stiff and sparse, and if you grabbed them it was as if you were only forming claws, not as if you were grabbing a beard. But under the beards \u2013 and that was the real discovery that K. made \u2013 badges of different sizes and colors shimmered on the coat collar. All had those badges as far as could be seen. All belonged to one another, the apparent parties to the right and left, and when he turned suddenly he saw the same insignia on the coroner's collar, who was looking down calmly, his hands in his lap. \" So,\" cried K. and threw up his arms, the sudden realization wanted space, \"you're all civil servants, as I can see, you're the corrupt gang I spoke against, you crowded around here, as listeners and snoops, formed apparent factions, and one applauded to test me, you wanted to learn how to seduce the innocent! Well, you haven't been here uselessly , I hope, either you talked about the fact that someone expected you to defend your innocence, or - leave me alone or I'll hit you,\" K. called out to a trembling old man who turned particularly close to him-\"or else you really did learn something. And with that, I wish you luck in your trade.\u201d\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 80 Your Majesty can make plans for Guanzhong as soon as possible and station troops on the upper reaches of the Weihe River to deal with the rebellion, then the righteous people in Guandong will pack grain and ride horses to welcome the king. How can you stop me?\" Master, if we abandon Wei to attack Wu, how can we suddenly resolve the situation: I hope Your Majesty will investigate it.\" He said, \"I will not repay my brother, although there are thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, why is it worth it?\" Yun said: \"The thief of the Han Dynasty is the public; the brother's quarrel is the private. So he did not listen to Zhao Yun's advice, and ordered an army to attack Wu; The mission went to Langzhong, and Zhang Fei was moved to be the general of chariots and cavalry, and he led the commander of the clerk, and he was named the Marquis of Xiyan, and he was also the shepherd of Langzhong. Fang Xue hates it. I hope the world is the most important.\" The First Lord replied. The First Lord said, \"Sun Quan harmed my younger brother, and Fu Shiren, Mi Fang, Pan Zhang, and Ma Zhong all gnashed their teeth."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "You should first aim at the inside by camping on the River Wei, from which to attack the rebel. After that the right-thinking sort on the east of the Passes will do their utmost to help you. If you leave River Wei out of consideration in order to fight Wu, your military force will be engaged, and could you disengage it quickly in case of necessity? It is worth reflection.\u201d The First Ruler replied, \u201cSun Quan slew my brother. Furthermore, Fu Shiren, Mi Fang, Pan Zhang, and Ma Zhong are on his side, all of whom I hate so much that I could eat their flesh with gusto and devour their relatives, whereby I should have my vengeance. Why, Noble Sir, do you obstruct me?\u201d \u201cBecause the enmity against Cao Cao is a public matter; vengeance for the manner of your brother's end is private. The empire should be placed first.\u201d \u201cWhat care I for myriads of square miles of territory as long as my brother is unavenged?\u201d So Zhao Yun's remonstrance was disregarded, and orders went forth to prepare an army against Wu. The First Ruler also sent into the Five Valleys to borrow the aid of fifty thousand of tribesmen. He sent a messenger to Langzhong conferring on Zhang Fei the rank of General of Chariots and Cavalry and the title of Lord of Xiliang. Zhang Fei became also Governor of Langzhong.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 40 Men need to be stirred, driven, bullied by the very benefit they derive from their deliverance, their eyes need to be stung by the truth, they need to have light hurled at them in tremendous handfuls. Down with the tyrant! After Aeschylus, Thrasybulus. After Diderot, Danton. Great combatants must rise up, enlighten nations by their audacity and shake up this sorry humanity kept in darkness by divine right, imperial glory, force, fanaticism, irresponsible power and absolute majesty; this stupefied throng lost in contemplation of these sinister triumphs of the night in their twilight splendour. Their mass creates a sediment of apathy. The multitudes tend to accept the master. Hence the need for alarm signals and wars. There comes a time when to protest is no longer enough. After philosophy, action is needed. Direct force achieves what the mind first envisages. Prometheus Bound initiates, Aristogeiton concludes. The Encyclopaedia enlightens souls, the tenth of August galvanizes them. A crowd readily coheres in obedience. They themselves need to be a little thunderstruck by their own salvation. This bedazzlement will rouse them."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "There comes a time when protesting is no longer enough; after philosophy there must be action; living force completes what the idea has sketched out; Chained Prometheus begins, Aristogiton ends; the Encyclopedia enlightens souls, August 10 electrifies them. After Aeschylus, Thrasybulus; after Diderot, Danton. The multitudes have a tendency to accept the master. Their mass deposits apathy. A crowd is easily totaled in obedience. We must move them, push them, roughen men for the very benefit of their deliverance, hurt their eyes with the truth, throw terrible handfuls of light at them. They themselves must be a little overwhelmed by their own salvation; this dazzling awakens them. Hence the necessity of tocsins and wars. It is necessary that great fighters arise, illuminate the nations by audacity, and shake this sad humanity which covers with shadow the divine right, the Caesarian glory, the force, the fanaticism, the irresponsible power and the absolute majesties; a crowd stupidly occupied in contemplating, in their twilight splendor, these dark triumphs of the night. Down with the tyrant!"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 0, order = 80 Taizong was, once more, speechless with terror. Presently, Taizong and his guides reached the City of the Dead, where a crowd of broken ghosts\u2014some with severed limbs, some headless, some with their backs snapped by the rack\u2014clamored around Taizong: \u201cSave us!\u201d \u201cThese are the impoverished hungry ghosts of miscellaneous princes and gangsters,\u201d the judge explained, \u201cwho led wicked lives and currently have no hope of reincarnation because no one looks after their memory on earth. He tried to hide behind Cui Jue."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "While he was talking, those bridge messengers had already returned. Taizong was startled again, nodded and sighed, silently sad, following the judges and Taiweis, he passed the bad waters of the Naihe River long ago, and he was in a world of misery. Cheng, only to hear the cacophony, clearly saying, \"Li Shimin is here! Li Shimin is here! \" Tai Zong heard the call, and his heart trembled. Seeing a group of ghosts with legs and no heads, they stepped forward to stop them, and they all shouted: Give me my life! Give me my life!\" Called \"Mr. Cui save me! Mr. Cui save me!\" The judge said: \"Your Majesty, those people are the ghosts of the sixty-four smoke and dust, the seventy-two grass bandits, the princes and the leaders; No income, no control, no superbirth, and no money and money, all of them are lonely and hungry ghosts.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 20 What a wonderful way to screw people over and get their mugs on display. How beautiful are the magnificent temples on both the banks of the Kaveri built by the Chola dynasty of Shiva devotees? What is the scene of the Ponni River sung by poets and epics? How many rivers? How many pools? How many streams? What will the people and people living in that country look like? What will be the water and land resources of that country after crossing the Kolli? His instincts told him that the time was near for him to reach miraculous experiences that no one else in life had ever seen. What a beautiful view of the flowering Punna trees, Konnai trees and Kadamba trees on its shores. Is there such a blissful commotion as you approach the Chola country? The excitement that lurked inside was palpable."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Sheer exhilaration bubbled up from deep within, coursing through his veins. Something whispered to him that he was about to embark on a strange and wonderful journey; that adventures and experiences such as had never happened to anyone, were about to befall him. Ah, if he could feel such delight just by stepping into Chozha dominions, how much more enjoyable would it be, as he journeyed beyond Kollidam? How alluring would he find those lands, overflowing with natural beauty? What would the people, especially the women, be like? Such rivers, streams and delightful, clear ponds! What a magnificent sight would the River Ponni present, enshrined in countless poems and epics? The river's lush banks, crowded with Punnai, Konnai and Kadhamba trees, weighed down with their fragrant blossoms would gladden anyone's heart! Doubtless, he would be treated to the sight of lotuses and lilies in ponds, enticing him as they unfurled their delicate petals, their subtle scents wafting towards him in welcome. Richly carved temples, built by Chozha kings renowned for their piety would greet him on either side of the river's banks, affording opportunity for quiet devotion.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 Lise, do you want anything now? Oh, yes; you are not screaming. It's I am screaming. Lise, for mercy's sake, don't scream! Alexey Fyodorovitch, make haste to carry out her commission, and then make haste back. Forgive your mamma; but I am delighted, delighted, delighted! For mercy's sake, don't keep Alexey Fyodorovitch a minute. Did you notice, Alexey Fyodorovitch, how young, how young Ivan Fyodorovitch was just now when he went out, when he said all that and went out? But I must fly, I must fly! And the way he repeated that German verse, it was just like you! I thought he was so learned, such a _savant_, and all of a sudden he behaved so warmly, openly, and youthfully, with such youthful inexperience, and it was all so fine, like you...."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Lise, for God's sake, don't scream! Oh yes, you are not screaming , I\u2019m screaming, forgive my mother, but I\u2019m delighted, delighted, delighted! And you noticed, Alexey Fyodorovich, what a young man Ivan Fyodorovich came out just now, said all this and went out! I thought he was such a scientist, an academician, and suddenly he was so hot-hot, frank and young, inexperienced and young, and so it is all beautiful, wonderful, just like you ... And this German rhyme said, well, just like you! But I run, I run. Alexey Fyodorovich, hurry up on this assignment as soon as possible and return as soon as possible. Lise, do you need something? For God's sake, do not delay Alexey Fyodorovich even a minute, he will come back to you now ...\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 60 Now I see that Your Majesty is virtuous and virtuous, respects my Buddhism, and the eminent monks are virtuous and virtuous, and they preach Dafa. Tang Wang was anxious to stop Xiao Yu, leaned his body and stood on the hall, and asked, \"You originally said that the cassocks were five thousand taels and the tin sticks were two thousand taels. The Bodhisattva raised his hand and said: \"The poor monk has a vow to go ahead, he said that if he has respect for the Three Jewels, he will rejoice when he sees good things, and take refuge in me. If you see that I want to buy them, you don't want the money. \" I will pay you the original price, but it cannot be avoided. Buddha, I don't want money, I would like to give it to him. There is no reason. You dare to say that I rely on the throne. Want your things?"}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "The Tang emperor quickly asked Xiao Yu to hold her back. Standing up in the Hall, he bowed low before saying, \u201cPreviously you claimed that the cassock was worth five thousand taels of silver, and the staff two thousand. Now that you see we want to buy them, you refuse to accept payment. Are you implying that we would bank on our position and take your possession by force? That\u2019s absurd! We shall pay you according to the original sum you asked for; please do not refuse it.\u201d Raising her hands for a salutation, the Bodhisattva said, \u201cThis humble cleric made a vow before, stating that anyone who reveres the Three Treasures, rejoices in virtue, and submits to our Buddha will be given these treasures free. Since it is clear that Your Majesty is eager to magnify virtue, to rest in excellence, and to honor our Buddhist faith by having an illustrious monk proclaim the Great Law, it is my duty to present these gifts to you. I shall take no money for them. They will be left here and this humble cleric will take leave of you.\u201d\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 40 The entry is the word \u00bbcomrades\u00ab with a hard creaking call; chanting sharply and rolling the \"R\" like a storm drum, he formulates his well-prepared speech. The letter speaks from within. \" Infinitely beloved... don't be afraid... I can't live any longer if you take away my right to love you...\" I listen hard, but my head doesn't want to follow. The Colonel has stood up and begins a speech. He speaks, both hands tightly gripping the table and swinging his stocky body back and forth as if he were on horseback. and in between again the clinking Rs. \"... he hasn't forgotten his comrades far away... \" - but in between whisper other words, soft, pleading, tender, as if from another world. Then a knife clangs energetically against the glass; as if the sharp steel had cut through the noise, it suddenly falls silent. I only hear single words rasping and blaring. \"... Honor of the army... Austrian cavalry spirit... Loyalty to the regiment... old comrade..."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Then a knife strikes a glass energetically, and there is sudden silence, as if the sharp steel cut through the noise. The Colonel has risen to his feet and is embarking on a speech. He leans both hands on the table to steady himself as he speaks, and his sturdy body moves back and forth rhythmically as if he were on horseback. He opens by barking out the word \u201cComrades!\u201d with the letter r rolled like a drum beating for the attack, and then launches into his well-prepared address to us. I listen hard, but my mind refuses to take it in. I hear only a few phrases, emphatically spoken and with further rolling of the r-sound: \u201c \u2026 honour of the arrrmy \u2026 the spirit of the Austrrrian cavalrrry \u2026 loyalty to the rrregiment.\u201d But in between I hear the ghostly whisper of other words, soft, pleading, loving, as if they came from another world. The letter is speaking to me at the same time: \u201cMy very dearly beloved \u2026 don\u2019t be afraid \u2026 I will not, cannot go on living if you refuse me the right to love you \u2026\u201d Then the Colonel\u2019s rolling r intrudes again: \u201c \u2026 he has not forgotten his comrrrades while far away \u2026 nor his Austrrrian fatherland \u2026\u201d\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 No way! .. God! What did these words mean? \" It's scary!\" \u201cOh, he must be terribly unhappy! .. No way! Her head was spinning. how does he know who killed Lizaveta? But at the same time, the thought didn't cross her mind."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Her head was spinning. \u2018 Good God! How can he know who killed Lizaveta? What did he mean? How frightening!\u2019 But all the same, the idea never entered her mind. Never once! Never once! \u2018Oh, he must be dreadfully unhappy\u2026\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 The boys, seeing that I left him, pounced on him, tease: \"Washcloth, washcloth. And suddenly this incident happens with his father, remember, a washcloth? Once he throws himself at everyone in the yard, when they left the classrooms, and I just stand ten paces away and look at him. But he suddenly met my gaze: I don\u2019t know what it seemed to him, but he grabbed his penknife, rushed at me and poked it in my thigh, right here, at my right foot. \" It was then that their battles began, which I am terribly sorry about, because it seems that he was very painfully beaten then. Understand that he was already prepared in this way to a terrible annoyance. And I swear, I don\u2019t remember that I laughed then, on the contrary, then I felt very, very sorry for him, and another moment, and I would have rushed to defend him."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "And just then that affair with his father happened. You remember? You must realize that he was fearfully worked up by what had happened already. The boys, seeing I'd given him up, set on him and taunted him, shouting, 'Wisp of tow, wisp of tow!' And he had soon regular skirmishes with them, which I am very sorry for. They seem to have given him one very bad beating. One day he flew at them all as they were coming out of school. I stood a few yards off, looking on. And, I swear, I don't remember that I laughed; it was quite the other way, I felt awfully sorry for him, in another minute I would have run up to take his part. But he suddenly met my eyes. I don't know what he fancied; but he pulled out a penknife, rushed at me, and struck at my thigh, here in my right leg.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 60 And now you would go and raise a row in this school-room! why, if we were bent upon finding such another place, I tell you plainly, and once for all, that we would find it more difficult than if we tried to scale the heavens! Something has been, it\u2019s true, economised; but you have further a liking for spick and span clothes. that Mr. Hsueeh, who has even in one year given us so much pecuniary assistance as seventy and eighty taels! The next day he again went to school, and no further comment need be made about it; but we will go on to explain that a young lady related to her had at one time been given in marriage to a descendant (of the eldest branch) of the Chia family, (whose names were written) with the jade radical, Chia Huang by name; but how could the whole number of members of the clan equal in affluence and power the two mansions of Ning and Jung? Now do quietly play for a while, and then go to sleep, and you\u2019ll be ever so much better for it then.\u201d Chin Jung thereupon stifled his anger and held his tongue; and, after a short while, he in fact went to sleep of his own accord. Besides, it\u2019s only through your being there to study, that you\u2019ve come to know Mr. Hsueeh!"}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "If you save it, you like to wear bright clothes. Besides, you don\u2019t know what Uncle Xue is because you are studying there? Then Uncle Xue will not give it for a year, In the past two years, it has also helped us to have seventy or eighty taels of silver. Now you are going to make trouble out of this school, and if you want to find such a place, let me tell you, it is harder than going to the sky! You can be honest with me You stubbornly go to sleep for a while , there's a lot of writing.\" So Jin Rong swallowed his anger, and after a while he went to sleep on his own. I still went to school the next day.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 100 And even if she is betrothed, I am sure a generous gift in the right quarter will clear the way for you. Wang smiled wanly when he heard this, and Wu went out and informed his aunt, before himself setting off in search of the girl. Although, to the growing despair of Wang's mother, his exhaustive inquiries brought no results, Wang himself had been greatly cheered by his cousin's visit, and gradually recovered his appetite. When Wu called round again several days later and Wang asked him how the matter was progressing, Wu felt obliged to invent a story. \u2018It's all settled! It turns out (would you believe it!) that the girl you saw that day is my own cousin \u2013 which makes her yours too, on your mother's side. She is still waiting to be betrothed. You just concentrate on making a full recovery and leave the rest to me.\u2019 The two of you are a little more closely related than is usually thought proper, but that won\u2019t stop you from getting married. I\u2019m sure I can explain everything to them, and the wedding can go ahead.\u2019 Wang's joy knew no bounds."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "But it's up to me to be cured.\" Sheng Xieyi heard it without realizing it. Wu went out to sue his mother, looking for a woman, Curie. And the visit is poor and there is no trace. The mother is so worried, there is nothing to do. However, after Wu left, Yan Dun opened and the food came in a little. A few days later, Wu came back and asked him what he was planning. Wu Lingzhi said: \"I have already obtained it. I thought who and who was my aunt's daughter, namely Jun Auntie, who is still waiting for employment. Although there is a suspicion of marriage among relatives, the truth is that there are no discordant people.\"\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 80, order = 60 One undivided feeling of fear for his young, happy life possessed his entire being. The Frenchmen lagged behind, and even as he looked back, the front one had just changed his trot to a walk and, turning around, shouted something loudly to his comrade behind him. The first Frenchman with the hooked nose came so close that the expression on his face could already be seen. He seized his pistol and, instead of firing it, threw it at the Frenchman, and ran for the bushes as fast as he could. He ran not with the feeling of doubt and conflict with which he had gone to the Enns bridge, but with the feeling of a hare escaping from hounds. Quickly leaping over the hedges, with that swiftness with which he had run playing tag, he flew across the field, turning his pale, kind young face back from time to time, and a chill of terror ran down his spine. And the flushed alien physiognomy of this man who, with lowered bayonet, holding his breath, was running lightly towards him, frightened Rostov. Rostov stopped. \u201cNo, it's better not to look,\u201d he thought, but, running up to the bushes, he turned once more."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "The hump-nosed Frenchman in front ran so close that you could already see the expression on his face. And the heated, alien physiognomy of this man, who, with a bayonet overweight, holding his breath, easily ran up to him, frightened Rostov. He grabbed a pistol and, instead of firing it, threw it at the Frenchman and ran towards the bushes with all his might. Not with that feeling of doubt and struggle with which he went to the Ensky bridge, he ran, but with the feeling of a hare running away from dogs. One inseparable feeling of fear for his young, happy life dominated his entire being. Quickly jumping over the fences, with the swiftness with which he ran, playing burners, he flew across the field, occasionally turning his pale, kind, young face, and a chill of horror ran down his back. \" No, it's better not to look,\" he thought, but, running up to the bushes, looked back again. The French lagged behind, and even at the moment he looked back , the one in front had just changed his trot to a walk and, turning around, was shouting something loudly to his comrade behind. Rostov stopped.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 40 Everything he had believed in was dissipating. This faith was leaving him, this probity was failing him. He no longer understood himself. Now he had to be another man. Truths he did not want obsessed him inexorably. He had done that. The very reasons for his action escaped him, he was only dizzy. He had lived up to that moment in that blind faith which engenders dark honesty. He had just stolen from the laws a man who belonged to them. He wasn't sure he was himself."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "He had robbed the laws of a man who belonged to them. He had done that. He could not understand himself. He was not sure of being himself. The very reasons of his action escaped him; he caught only the whirl of them. He had lived up to this moment by that blind faith which a dark probity engenders. This faith was leaving him, this probity was failing him. All that he had believed was dissipated. Truths which he had no wish for inexorably besieged him. He must henceforth be another man.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 20 Well, they shouted, 'Take him to the justice of the peace!' Yes, you did, on purpose!' ' And, as luck would have it, all the peasants saw us at that moment and they kicked up a shindy at once. ' I winked at the lad, he tugged at the bridle, and crack. The goose's neck was broken in half. No, not on purpose.' You did that on purpose!' ' And the owner wasn't looking, he was talking to some one, so I had nothing to do, the goose thrust its head in after the oats of itself, under the cart, just under the wheel."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "And the man at that time gape, talked to someone , so I didn't have to direct at all: the goose stretched out its neck for the oats, under the cart, under the wheel itself. I blinked at the guy, he jerked and - k-crack, and moved the goose's neck in half! And so it must be so that at that very second all the men saw us, well, and shouted at once: \" This is you on purpose!\" - \" No, not on purpose.\" - \" No, on purpose!\" Well, they shout: \"To the world!\"\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 40 They say his papers aren\u2019t in order, and they\u2019ve reported him to the yamen and want to get him deported back South to his old village. First of all someone called Grannie Liu turned up, so like a fool I spend half the day rushing around with her. Then, as if that wasn\u2019t enough, Her Ladyship\u2019s sister sees me and gets me delivering flowers to the young ladies. Do you think there\u2019s anyone who would be able to help?\u2019 \u2018I knew it would be something like this,\u2019 said Zhou Rui\u2019s wife. \u2018 I\u2019ll be honest with you. My man had a cup too much to drink the other day and got into a fight with someone, and now, out of spite, they are trying to stir up trouble for him. \u2018I don\u2019t know how you always manage to guess, Mother, but you\u2019re right : it has. Now what have you come here today for ? Something\u2019s gone wrong, I\u2019ll be bound !\u2019 \u2018Today is not my lucky day! So I thought I\u2019d come and ask your advice, Mother, and see if you couldn\u2019t get someone here to put in a word for him. Zhou Rui\u2019s wife laughed. I haven\u2019t finished yet."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Zhou Rui's family smiled: \"Ah! I'm here today. Grandma Liu, I was busy with myself and ran for him for a long time; I was seen by my concubine again and asked to send this flower and the girls and grandmothers. I haven't sent my innocence yet. You came here now, there must be something It's a matter of course.\" His daughter smiled and said, \"You old man can guess. To tell you the truth, because your son-in-law ate two more glasses of wine, he fought with others, and somehow he was set on a wicked fire. , said that his origin was unknown, and he went to the yamen and wanted to be deported and returned to his hometown. So I came to discuss with your old man, this relationship, please ask that one.\" Zhou Rui's family heard it and said, \"I know.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 40 This is how people felt and talked in the whole district where, just a few weeks before, the Chamberlain had been loved and pitied. And what they were all thinking and praying, the minister said out loud up in the pulpit, for he too had no nights anymore and could no longer understand God. And when on Sunday they went to the white, peaceful church, they prayed that there might no longer be a master at Ulsgaard: for this one was a terrifying master. And the church-bell said it, having found a terrible rival which boomed out all night long and against which, even when it rang with all its metal, it could do nothing. , they heard it, as if it were screaming from inside their own bodies, and they begged to be allowed to get up, and came, white and heavy, and sat down among the others with their blurred faces. And everyone did their daily work badly and forgot to bring in the hay because they spent the day dreading the arrival of night and because they were so worn out by the sleeplessness and the terrified awakenings that they couldn\u2019t concentrate on anything. But though there was all this talk, nothing changed. And the cows that were calving then were helpless and miserable, and the dead fruit had to be torn out of one of them, along with all the entrails, since it refused to come out at all. Indeed, they all said it; and one of the young men dreamed that he had gone to the manor-house and killed the master with his pitchfork; and they were so exasperated, so overstrained, that they all listened as he told his dream and, quite unconsciously, looked at him to see if he were really brave enough to do that. And the women who would soon give birth were brought to the most remote rooms and to the most inaccessible alcoves; but they heard it"}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "And the women who were about to give birth were put in the farthest rooms and in the thickest bunk beds; but they heard it , they heard it as if it were in their own bodies, and they begged to be allowed to get up too, and came, white and wide, and sat down with the others with their blurred faces. And the cows that were calving at this time were helpless and withdrawn, and one of them had the dead fruit and all its entrails torn out when it would not come at all. And everyone did their day's work poorly and forgot to bring in the hay because they were afraid of the night during the day and because they were so exhausted from being awake all the time and getting up in a fright that they couldn't think of anything. And when they went to the white, peaceful church on Sundays, they prayed that there would be no more masters of Ulsgaard: for he was a terrible master. And what they all thought and prayed, the pastor said aloud from the pulpit, because he too had no more nights and could not understand God. And the bell said it, which had got a terrible rival, who rang all night and against whom, even if it began to ring from all metal, it could do nothing. Yes, everyone said so, and there was one of the young people who had dreamed that he had gone into the castle and killed the gracious gentleman with his dung-fork, and one was so upset, so exhausted, so overwrought, that everyone listened , when he told his dream, and without knowing it, looked at him to see if he was capable of such an act. That was how people felt and spoke in the whole region, where only a few weeks before they had loved and pitied the Chamberlain. But even though you spoke like that, nothing changed.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 40 In each car, twenty-four people, clothed and slack, with swords in their hair, and seven-star soap banners in their hands, pushed the car on the left and right. The three of them were persuaded and led their troops to push their carts away. Kong Ming also ordered 30,000 troops to hold sickles and ropes, and wait for the harvesting of wheat. Twenty-four strong men were chosen, all dressed in soapy clothes, with their hair and feet slammed, and surrounded by four-wheeled carts with swords, as messengers for pushing carts. Jiang Wei was ordered to lead a thousand troops to escort the chariots, and five hundred troops to beat drums, and lie behind Shanggui; Ma Dai was on the left and Wei Yan was on the right. You showered and changed clothes, and pushed three four-wheeled vehicles, all of which had to be decorated in the same way\u2014 This car was built in advance by Kongming in the middle of Shu."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Zhuge Liang then retired, bathed and put on another dress. Next he bade them bring out three four-wheeled chariots, all exactly alike, that were among the impedimenta of the army. They had been built in Shu some time before. Jiang Wei was told off to lead a thousand troops as escort for one chariot, and five hundred drummers were appointed to accompany it. The chariot with its escort and drummers was sent away behind the city. In like manner two other chariots were equipped and sent east and west of the city under Ma Dai and Wei Yan. Each chariot was propelled by a team of twenty-four men, all dressed in black, barefooted and with loosened hair. Each one of the team also had in hand a sword and a black seven-starred flag. While the chariots were taking up their positions, thirty thousand soldiers were ordered to prepare wagons and sickles to cut and carry away the grain. Next Zhuge Liang selected twenty-four good soldiers, whom he dressed and armed like those sent away with the three chariots. These were to push his own chariot.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 80 Only from afar and gradually does the intuition dawn in individuals that perhaps all this is cheap superficial aesthetics, that we are mistaken when we apply to our great dramatists the wonderful concepts of beauty of antiquity that are not innate to us, but merely talked into them, which, everywhere starting from the visible body, actually invented the fiction of the ego, of the person. And in our modern world there are works in which, behind the veil of play of persons and characters, an attempt is made to portray a multiplicity of souls, of which the author is hardly aware. When Faust says the famous saying among schoolteachers, which the Philistine admires with shudders: \"Two souls live, alas, in my breast!\" This concept is completely unknown in the poetry of ancient India; the heroes of Indian epics are not persons, but knots of persons, series of incarnations. Anyone who looks at Faust in this way will see Faust, Mephisto, Wagner and all the others as a unit, a superperson, and it is only in this higher unit, not in the individual figures, that something of the true essence of the soul is indicated. Whoever wants to recognize this must decide not to regard the characters of such a poem as individual beings, but as parts, as sides, as different aspects of a higher unity (the poet's soul, for that matter)."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Only remotely and gradually is it beginning to dawn on some individuals that this aesthetic approach may be shoddy and superficial, that it is a mistake to apply ancient Greek concepts of beauty to our own great dramatists. Splendid though these are, they are not native to us. We have been talked into adopting them from Greek thinkers who, taking the visible body as their starting point, were the real originators of the fiction of the individual self or character. This concept is totally unknown in the literary works of ancient India. The heroes of the Indian epics are not single characters but tangled knots of character, serial incarnations. In our modern world too, some works of literature exist in which, though the author is probably scarcely conscious of the fact, an attempt is being made to portray a multiplicity of souls behind the veil of individual character depiction. Anyone wishing to appreciate this must for once resolve to view the characters in such a work not as individual entities but as parts, as facets, as different aspects of a higher unity, if you like, of the mind of the author. Anyone considering Goethe\u2019s Faust in this way, for example, will make of Faust, Mephistopheles, Wagner and all the other figures a unity, a super-character. And only from this higher unity, not the individual characters, can one glean some hint of the work\u2019s true soul. When Faust makes the pronouncement \u2013 on the tongue of every schoolteacher and apt to make philistines shudder with admiration \u2013 \u2018Two souls, alas, dwell in my breast!\u2019\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 80 I hunt chickens, men hunt me. All chickens are alike, and all men are alike. So I'm a little bored. I do not eat bread. But, if you tame me, my life will become bright. The other steps make me go underground. And then look! Do you see the wheat fields over there? I will know a footstep that will be different from all the others. Yours will call me out of the burrow, like music. Wheat for me is useless."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "\"I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 Something had irritated him unexpectedly, something that he described laughingly as \"an amusing incongruity. \" With the rest of us, he is now as sincere and unaffected as a small child, although he never loses a dignified restraint and never says anything he feels he shouldn't. Mother was very pleased. They started, then, preparing lenten dishes, but rather expensive and refined ones. I don't believe he'd fasted before that for thirty years or more. During those two days he spoke very eloquently about religion, but then on Wednesday he suddenly broke his fast. Personally, I've never loved him more than I do now, and I'm only sorry that I have neither the time nor the space to say more about him. Something about the way the priest looked or the way the service was conducted had displeased him, and when he returned home he told us with a quiet smile: \"I do love God very much, my friends, but I simply have no talent for these things.\" All Monday and Tuesday I heard him singing in his room \"The Bridegroom Cometh,\" and I enjoyed both the tune and the verses tremendously. His intelligence and his moral standards have remained unchanged, while his striving for an ideal has become even stronger. Nevertheless, I'll tell one recent episode among many such. By Lent he had quite recovered and during the sixth week he announced he was going to fast."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "With us, he is now quite simple-hearted and sincere, like a child, without losing, however, neither measure nor restraint, and without saying too much. All his mind and all his moral make-up remained with him, although everything that was ideal in him came forward even more strongly. I will say frankly that I have never loved him as much as I do now, and I am sorry that I have neither time nor space to talk more about him. However, I will tell you one recent anecdote (and there are many): by the time of Great Lent, he had already recovered and in the sixth week he announced that he would fast. He did not speak for thirty years, I think, or more. Mom was glad; they began to prepare a lean meal, however, rather expensive and refined. I heard from another room how on Monday and Tuesday he sang to himself: \u201cBehold the bridegroom is coming\u201d - and admired both the melody and the verse. During these two days he spoke beautifully about religion several times; but on Wednesday the fasting suddenly stopped. Something suddenly annoyed him, some \"funny contrast,\" as he put it, laughing. He did not like something in the appearance of the priest, in the atmosphere; but as soon as he returned, he suddenly said with a quiet smile: \u201cMy friends, I love God very much, but I am not capable of this.\u201d\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 60 They sent four prison warders to call Cao Cao. \u201cHis conscience pricked him and so he fled; there is no doubt that he meant assassination,\u201d said Li Ru. If he comes forthwith, the sword was meant as a gift; but if he makes any excuses, he had bad intentions. To the gate commander's questions he replied that he was on a special message for the Prime Minister. They were absent a long time and then came back, saying, \u201cCao Cao had not returned to his lodging but rode in hot haste out of the eastern gate. \u201cAnd I trusted him so well!\u201d said Dong Zhuo in a rage. \u201cSend for him. He went off at full speed.\u201d And you can arrest him.\u201d Just then Li Ru came in and they told him. \u201cCao Cao has no family here in the capital but lodges quite alone and not far away,\u201d said Li Ru."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "While speaking, Li Ruzhi was right, and Zhuo told him about it. . Confucianism said: \"Cao has no wife and child in Beijing, and lives alone in his apartment. Now I send someone to summon him, and if he comes without a doubt, he will offer a knife; if he can't evade him, he must be stabbed, and he can be captured and asked. \" Zuo Ranqi said, and sent four prison guards to call Cao Cao. After going for a long time, he reported: \"Cao never returned to the apartment, and flew out of the east gate on a horse. The doorman asked him, and Cao said: 'I have urgent business affairs', so I drove off on horseback. \" Confucianism said: \"Cao thief has a guilty conscience If you flee, there is no doubt that you will be assassinated.\" Zhuo was furious and said, \"I am so important, and I want to harm me!\"\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 60 The little room was filled to the ceiling with bedclothes. But the two \u201cclearers-up\u201d of the family\u2014 Daddy and myself\u2014wanted to start at once. Our living room and all the other rooms were chockfull of rubbish, and indescribably so. Margot was already waiting for us, having come much faster on her bicycle. She closed the door behind us and we were alone. when we arrived at the Prinsengracht, Miep took us upstairs quickly into the \u201cSecret Annexe.\u201d All the cardboard boxes which had been sent to the o\ufb03ce in the previous months lay piled on the uoor and the beds. We had to start clearing up immediately, if we wished to sleep in decent beds that night. Mummy and Margot were not in a fit state to take part; they were tired and lay down on their beds, they were miserable, and lots more besides."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "When we arrived at the Prinsengracht, Miep quickly took us upstairs, into the Secret Annex. She closed the door behind us and we were alone. Margot had arrived much faster by bike and was already waiting for us. Our living room and all the other rooms were so cluttered that it is indescribable. All the cardboard boxes that had been sent to the office during the previous months were on the floor and on the beds. The small room was filled to the ceiling with bedding. If we wanted to sleep on properly made beds in the evenings, we had to go straight to work and clean up. Mother and Margot were unable to move a member, they lay on the bare beds, tired, miserable and I don't know what else. But Dad and I, the two cleaners in the family, wanted to get started right away.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 80 Just it. We, however, were oblivious to what was or could be, unison and endless walkers on dead leaves, anonymous and impossible listeners of falling leaves. We didn't know or ask. There must have been a vague sun, for in the forest it was not night. A vague end must have existed, for we were walking. A whisper, sometimes brusque, sometimes soft, of the incognito wind, a murmur, sometimes high and sometimes low, of the trapped leaves, a remnant, a doubt, a purpose that had ended, an illusion that wasn't even - the forest, the two walkers, and me , I, who don't know which one it was, or whether it was or two, or neither, and watched, without seeing the end, the tragedy of never being more than autumn and the forest, and the wind always sudden and uncertain, and the leaves always fallen or falling. Any world must exist, because there was a forest."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "We did not know nor did we ask. There must have been some kind of sun somewhere, because in the forest it wasn\u2019t yet dark night. We must have had some kind of goal too, because we kept walking. A world of some sort must have existed, because the forest existed. We, though, were indifferent to what was or might be , interminable travelers crunching in unison over the dead leaves, anonymous, impossible hearers of falling leaves. Nothing more. A whisper, now shrill, now soft, from that mysterious wind, a murmur, now loud, now quiet, from the trapped leaves, a gap, a doubt, a failed attempt, an illusion that never was \u2014 the forest, the two travelers, and me, and I don\u2019t know which of them I was, if I was both or neither, and I witnessed, without waiting to see how it ended , the tragedy of nothing ever having been more than the autumn and the forest, and the still-brusque and hesitant wind, and the leaves always fallen or falling.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 60 \u201cHow can it be possible to visit the Northern Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening?\u201d Sun Wukong asked. When you can go beyond all four seas in a single day you can regard yourself as a cloud-soarer.\u201d \u201cBut that must be very difficult,\u201d Sun Wukong observed. \u201cWhere there's a will there's a way,\u201d the Patriarch replied. just now I saw you pull yourself up. \u201cImmortals take off with a stamp of their feet,\u201d said the Patriarch, \u201cbut you do it differently\u2014 \u201cAll cloud-soarers start off from the Northern Sea early in the morning, visit the Eastern, Western and Southern Seas, and then come back to Cangwu; Cangwu is what the Northern Sea is called in the Lingling language. \u201cNothing by halves, master,\u201d replied Sun Wukong with bows and kowtows, \u201cI beg of you in your great mercy to teach me the art of cloud-soaring. I promise that I will always be grateful.\u201d"}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Wukong said, \u201cWhy is it 'Walking towards the North Sea and Cangwu\u2019?\u201d The Patriarch said, \u201cEveryone who is born in the sky starts from the North Sea in the morning, swims through the East China Sea, the West China Sea, the South China Sea, and then turns to Cangwu. , Cangwu is the language of Lingling in Beihai. You can travel all over the four seas in one day, and you will be able to fly. \" Wukong said: \"This is difficult! But difficult!\" The ancestor said: \"There is nothing difficult in the world Hearing this, Wukong kowtowed and said: \"Master, 'one must be thorough', simply give up great compassion and pass on this method of soaring clouds to me, never Dare to be ungrateful.\" The patriarch said: \"All immortals and clouds all fall and rise, but you are not like this. I only saw you go, and I just jumped up.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 40 She was foolish to have thought so for a single moment. he was there! it was he whose arm had been thrust through that railing! No, never! It was he! he who had written! While she was forgetful of him, he had found her again! She felt an unheard-of joy, and a profound anguish. But had she forgotten him? Day had dawned once more in her spirit; all had reappeared."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "The day had recurred in his mind. Everything had reappeared. She felt an incredible joy and a deep anguish. It was him\u202f! he who wrote to her! he who was there! he whose arm had passed through that grate! While she forgot him, he had found her! But had she forgotten him? No never\u202f! She was mad to have believed that for a moment.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 60 Do no harm to anyone, because not only do I recognize in others the same right that I think I have, that they do not bother me, but I think that natural evils are enough for harm that has to be in the world. Do I know what evils I produce if I educate or instruct? When in doubt, I abstain. And I also think that helping or clarifying is, in a certain way, to do the harm of intervening in the lives of others. I have a very simple moral\u2014do no harm or good to anyone. Just as, whether we know it or not, we all have a metaphysics, so, whether we like it or not, we all have a morality. Do I know what evils I produce if I give alms? Kindness is a temperamental whim: we do not have the right to make others victims of our whims, even if of humanity or tenderness. Not doing good, because I don't know what good is, or if I do it when I think I'm doing it. We all live in this world aboard a ship that leaves a port we don't know to a port we don't know; we should have a travel amiability for each other."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Just as, whether we know it or not, we all have a metaphysics, so too, whether we like it or not, we all have a morality. I have a very simple morality: not to do good or evil to anyone. Not to do evil, because it seems only fair that others enjoy the same right I demand for myself \u2013 not to be disturbed \u2013 and also because I think that the world doesn\u2019t need more than the natural evils it already has. All of us in this world are living on board a ship that is sailing from one unknown port to another, and we should treat each other with a traveller\u2019s cordiality. Not to do good, because I don\u2019t know what good is, nor even if I do it when I think I do. How do I know what evils I generate if I give a beggar money? How do I know what evils I produce if I teach or instruct? Not knowing, I refrain. And besides, I think that to help or clarify is, in a certain way, to commit the evil of interfering in the lives of others. Kindness depends on a whim of our mood, and we have no right to make others the victims of our whims, however humane or kind-hearted they may be.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 80 \u201cWhat in-tu-i-tion!\u201d he said. There was Professor Kafka\u2014every year, at the critical moment of thaw, when a great many patients demanded to leave, Professor Kafka would suddenly be called away for a week or so, promising to take care of discharges on his return. And since then business in summer was as lively as that in winter. Kafka had once been summoned to consult on a case in Fiume, but he refused to depart before he had been assured of a fee of five thousand Swiss francs, and that had taken a good two weeks. And then he scoffed at the other sanatoriums in town and sarcastically praised the business acumen of their owners. \u201cA genius!\u201d Settembrini said. But then he would stay away for six weeks while the poor things waited\u2014and, let it be noted, their bills increased. The day after the celebrissimo\u2019s arrival, the patient had died. And as for Dr. Salzmann, he claimed that Professor Kafka did not keep his syringes sterile and infected his patients with other diseases."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Since then, business has been going as well in summer as it does in winter. \" Genius!\" said Settembrini. \"In-tu-i-tion!\" he said. And then {98} he panted through the other sanatoriums in the square and scathingly praised the earning sense of their owners. There is Professor Kafka ... Every year, at the critical time of the snowmelt, when many patients demand to leave, Professor Kafka finds himself forced to leave quickly for eight more days, promising to carry out the discharges when he returns. But then he stays away for six weeks, and the poorest people wait, which, by the way, increases their bills. Kafka was allowed to come as far as Fiume, but he did not travel until five thousand good Swiss francs were secured, which took fourteen days. A day after the arrival of the Celebrissimo the sick man died. As for Doctor Salzmann, he said after Professor Kafka that he didn't keep his syringes clean enough and that he taught the patients mixed infections."}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 40 A woman comes on the scene, a star rises, and we\u2019re grovelling! Well, grumble as he may, when Venus appears he can\u2019t help but smile. We\u2019re all like that. Anger, fury, thunderbolts, foam up to the ceiling. The ocean, now there\u2019s a churlish Alceste. Yes, love, women, kisses, it\u2019s a circle I defy you to escape. And as for myself, I should be only too happy to re-enter it. Marius was fighting six months ago. Today he\u2019s getting married. These she-devils are our angels. Which of you has seen the star Venus rising in the infinite, calming all beneath her, looking down on the waves like a woman, the great charmer of the abyss, the C\u00e9lim\u00e8ne of the ocean? That brute beast is tamed."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "These devils are our angels. Yes, the love, the woman, the kiss, it is a circle which I challenge you to leave; and, as for me, I would very much like to return there. Which of you has seen rising in infinity, calming everything below her, looking at the waves like a woman, the star Venus, the great coquette of the abyss, the Celimene of the ocean? The ocean is a harsh Alceste. Well, no matter how much he grumbles, Venus appears, he must smile. This brute beast submits. We are all like that. Anger, storm, thunderbolts, foam to the ceiling. A woman enters the scene, a star rises; prone\u202f! Marius was fighting six months ago; he is getting married today.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 80 And next to the one she came to my house with the other day, the one she was wearing earlier was microscopic. \" \"I won't be able to have dinner,\" replied Madame Bontemps, \"but I'll sit down for a moment, you know, I adore chatting with an intelligent woman like you. \u201cYou are going to find me indiscreet, Odette, but I would like to know how you judge the hat Madame Trombert was wearing. Still, isn't that a bit of an exaggeration? I know very well that the fashion is for big hats. No, no, I'm not intelligent,\" said Odette, thinking it was good. I'm basically a sucker, who believes everything she's told, who worries about nothing."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "No, really, said Mme Bontemps. I\u2019ll have no appetite left for dinner. But I will sit down for a moment. I do so enjoy conversing with a woman as intelligent as yourself. Odette, you may think I\u2019m a great gossip, but I\u2019d love to know what you think of that hat Mme Trombert was wearing. I know that large hats are very fashionable at the moment. But doesn\u2019t that one go a bit far? Although mind you, it\u2019s minute compared to the one she had on the other day when she came to me. \u2013 I\u2019m not intelligent, Odette replied, thinking this a becoming thing to say. Really, I\u2019m quite gullible. I\u2019m just a woman who believes whatever she\u2019s told and who breaks her heart over a trifle.\u2019\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 Parry bolins[11]. (You are very glad, good man, said Brother Jean to the sailor, to hear news from your mother). Port tack. The helm under the wind. Break[12] starboard sheet, son of a bitch. Close and full! (Haute est, answered the sailors). High the bar. Come from the lof!"}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Ready the bow-lines. Set the starboard cables. Bring the helm to leeward. Tighten the sheets to starboard, you son of a whore!\u2019 \u2013 \u2018News of your mother, good fellow. How nice for you!\u2019 said Fr\u00e8re Jean to the matelot. \u2013 \u2018Luff. Close to, face to the wind. Right the helm.\u2019 \u2018Right it is sir,\u2019 answered the sailors.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 100 When asked why he dares mourn such a traitor to the Han, he replies robustly, \u2018Once Dong Zhuo treated me kindly, so it was only right that I mourn him.\u2019 Deeply alarmed by his arrest, he pleads, \u2018As the recorder of the Han History I am, of course, concerned deeply for the well-being of the Han, but kindness cannot just be ignored. I beg you, brand me, or cut off my feet, but let me live to continue writing the history.\u2019 But Wang Yun fears that, just as Sima Qian7 wrote false stories about the Han, so this man might do the same."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Yun Che said: \"Dong Zhuo's rebellion, today's execution is a great blessing for the country. You are a Han minister, and you are not crying for the National Day, but for the thief. Why?\" Back to the country and go to Zhuo? Just because of the feeling of knowing the encounter for a while, I cried for it without realizing it, and I knew it was a big crime. May the public see the original: If you get a tattoo of your head and feet, so that it will continue into the history of the Han Dynasty, in order to atone for his guilt, Yongzhi Fortunately. \" The officials cherished Yong's talent and tried their best to save him. Grand Master Ma Ribao also secretly told Yun: \"If Bo Jie is a talented man, if he can continue the history of the Han Dynasty, it will be a great event. Moreover, his filial piety is simple, if he kills him abruptly, he will be disappointed. \" In the past, Xiaowu did not kill Sima Qian, but later entrusted him to make history, so he caused the slander to spread to future generations. Now that the country's fortunes are declining, and the government is in chaos, it is not allowed to let the ministers write about the young master, so that we can be slandered by him.\" Ri Yu was speechless.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 60 This system of mine is singularly amazing; rectifies the human spirit, suppresses pain, ensures happiness, and fills our country with immense glory. You will see, my dear Bras Cubas, you will see that it is truly a monument; and if there is anything that can make me forget the bitterness of life, it is the pleasure of having finally caught the truth and happiness. My first idea revealed a great deal of infatuation; it was to call it Borbismo, Borba; a vain denomination, besides being rude and annoying. Having said that, I ask permission to go one of these days to present to you a work, the result of long study, a new system of philosophy, which not only explains and describes the origin and consummation of things, but also takes a great step forward from Zeno. and Seneca, whose stoicism was a real child's ear at the foot of my moral prescription. And it certainly expressed less. I call it Humanitism, from Humanitas, the principle of things. Here they are in my hand, these two evasions; after so many centuries of struggles, research, discoveries, systems and falls, here they are in the hands of man."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Having said this, I ask your permission to come by one of these days to place a piece of work before you, the fruit of long study, a new philosophical system that not only explains and describes the origin and consummation of things, but takes a great step beyond Zeno and Seneca, whose stoicism was really child\u2019s play alongside my moral recipe. This system of mine is singularly astonishing. It rectifies the human spirit, suppresses pain, assures happiness, and will fill our country with great glory. I call it Humanitism, from Humanitas, the guiding principle of things. My first inclination showed great presumption. It was to call it Borbism, from Borba, a vain title as well as being crude and bothersome. And it was certainly less expressive. You will see, my dear Br\u00e1s Cubas, you will see that it truly is a monument. And if there is anything that can make me forget the bitterness of life it is the pleasure of finally having grasped truth and happiness. There they are in my hand, those two slippery things. After so many centuries of struggle, research, discovery, systems, and failures, there they are in the hands of man.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 I persuaded her (and I put it down to my credit) that the mother must not be left alone with the daughter's corpse, and that she must, at least until to-morrow, take her into her room. The landlady turned out to be rather a decent woman, much better than I had imagined her. The samovar was most welcome, and in fact the samovar is the most essential thing in Russia, especially at times of particularly awful, sudden, and eccentric catastrophes and misfortunes; even the mother was induced to drink two cups\u2014though, of course, only with much urging and almost compulsion. There were only three of them: an elderly naval man, always very peevish and exacting, though on this occasion he was quite quiet, and an elderly couple, respectable people of the small functionary class who came from the province of Tver. And indeed every one had an extraordinarily cheery air, as though they had been particularly cheered by something. And yet I can honestly say that I have never seen a bitterer and more genuine sorrow that that poor mother's. The landlady at once agreed, and though the mother struggled and shed tears, refusing to leave her daughter, she did at last move into the landlady's room, and the latter immediately ordered the samovar to be brought. I won't attempt to describe the rest of that night, the general commotion and afterwards the visit of the police. Literally till daylight I kept shuddering and felt it my duty to sit up, though I did absolutely nothing. After that the lodgers went back to their rooms and shut the doors, but nothing would have induced me to go to bed, and I remained a long time with the landlady, who was positively relieved at the presence of a third person, and especially one who was able to give some information bearing on the case. Vassin went off somewhere."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "There were not many of them: just one elderly sailor, always very grouchy and demanding, who, however, has now completely quieted down, and some visitors from the Tver province, an old man and an old woman, a husband and wife, quite respectable and bureaucratic people. I won't describe the rest of that night, the troubles, and then the official visits; right up to dawn, I literally trembled with a small shiver and considered it my duty not to go to bed, although, by the way, I did nothing. Yes, and everyone looked extremely cheerful, even some especially encouraged. Vasin even went somewhere. The hostess turned out to be a rather respectable woman, much better than I expected her. I convinced her (and I impute it to myself) that the mother cannot be left like this, alone with the corpse of her daughter, and that at least until tomorrow, let her take her to her room. She immediately agreed, and no matter how hard her mother fought and cried, refusing to leave the corpse, nevertheless, she finally went over to the hostess, who immediately ordered that the samovar be put on. After that, the tenants also went to their rooms and shut up, but I still didn\u2019t go to bed for anything and sat for a long time with the hostess, who was even glad to have an extra person, and even for her part, who could report something on the case. The samovar has been very useful, and in general the samovar is the most necessary Russian thing, precisely in all catastrophes and misfortunes, especially terrible, sudden and eccentric ones; even the mother drank two cups, of course after extraordinary requests and almost violence. And meanwhile, I sincerely say, I have never seen a more cruel and direct grief than looking at this unfortunate woman.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 40 By the Rood!\u2014I must tell you that I\u2019ve just seen King Louis XI, and that I caught that oath from him,\u2014by the Rood, then, they\u2019re still keeping up a fine howling in the City! I am condemned for the same thing for which you are rewarded. What disagreeable tempers you both have! Some admire C\u00e6sar and blame Catiline. Isn\u2019t that so, master mine? That\u2019s what we call in tragedy a monologue. For my part, I possess the philosophy of instinct, of Nature (ut apes geometriam).dz\u2014 What! nobody answers me! What do you say to that philosophy? I must needs talk to myself."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "They wither in me what they crown in you. One admires Caesar who blames Catiline. Isn't it, my master? What do you say to this philosophy? Me, I possess the philosophy of instinct, of nature, ut apes geometriam \u2013 Come on! nobody answers me. What annoying moods you both have there! I have to talk to myself. This is what we call in tragedy a monologue. - Pasque-Dieu! \u201cI warn you that I have just seen King Louis Eleventh and that I took this oath. \" Pasque-Dieu, then!\" they still make a proud howl in the City.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 Or maybe that\u2019s why I was suddenly so interested in him. I never would have thought that I\u2019d see him so clearly again. It was Pribislav , it was him all over. What a lot of nonsense. What nonsense. I\u2019ve got to be on my way, and I mean right now. \u201d Is that why I\u2019ve been so intrigued by her? But he lay there a while longer, pondering and remembering. Then he sat up. And he looked so strangely like her\u2014that woman up here."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "It was all Pribislav as he lived. I didn't think I would ever see him so clearly again. How strangely like her he looked - this one up here! So that's why I'm so interested in her? Or maybe also: was that why I was so interested in him? Nonsense! Nice nonsense. By the way, I have to go, and as soon as possible.' But he stayed lying there, thinking and remembering. Then he straightened up.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 80 \u201cAnything you want to do is fine with me,\u201d K. said, in spite of the fact that the hasty and aggressive manner with which his uncle was handling the matter made him uncomfortable. \u201cBut of course,\u201d his uncle said, \u201cthat goes without saying. As a defendant, it wasn\u2019t very pleasant to be heading for a poor man\u2019s lawyer. And now tell me everything that\u2019s happened up to now, so I\u2019m fully informed about the matter.\u201d But it\u2019s his human qualities I place my trust in.\u201d \u201cI didn\u2019t know,\u201d he said, \u201cthat a person could engage a lawyer in this sort of case too.\u201d He mentioned Fr\u00e4ulein B\u00fcrstner\u2019s name only once in passing, but that didn\u2019t detract from his frankness, since Fr\u00e4ulein B\u00fcrstner wasn\u2019t connected with the trial in any way. K. began telling him immediately, without concealing anything; his total frankness was the only protest he could allow himself against his uncle\u2019s opinion that the trial was a terrible disgrace. Why not?"}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "But I have a great deal of trust in him as a person.' ' Anything you do is fine with me,' said K., although the hasty and urgent way in which his uncle was dealing with the matter made him uncomfortable. It wasn't very pleasant to go to a poor man's advocate as a defendant. ' I didn't know,' he said, 'that you could get a lawyer involved in a matter like this.' ' Of course,' said the uncle, 'that goes without saying. Why not? And now tell me everything that has happened so far, so that I am fully informed about the matter.\u201d K. began to tell the story immediately, without concealing anything, his complete openness was the only protest he made against his uncle's opinion , the trial was a great shame, could allow. He mentioned Fraulein B\u00fcrstner's name only once and briefly, but that didn't affect his openness, because Fraulein B\u00fcrstner had no connection with the trial.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 What, therefore, could resurrect him? It was necessary to dig out these two girls from the grave and give them - that's all, that is, in this kind. He died. He was retired ... Meanwhile, one could present him with excellent conclusions: that life is sudden, that everyone is mortal, to present statistics from the calendar, how many children die from scarlet fever ... That he died from this is a fact! Answer: an equivalent feeling!"}, {"from": "gpt", "value": ". . . There's no doubt that that's what caused him to die. Therefore, we may ask ourselves what could have kept him alive? Answer\u2014a feeling of equal strength. All that had to be done was to dig up the little girls from their graves and give them back to him. That would've been the only thing in that case, I mean doing something drastic like that. So he died. On the other hand, there were so many excellent arguments to convince him to live: that life is transitory, for instance; that we'll all die one day; or one could show him the statistics on how many children die of scarlet fever. . . . That general had been retired . . .\"\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 80 Loubet had already kindled the fire into a roaring blaze; Pache and Lapoulle set to work to pluck the goose; Chouteau, who had run off to the artillerymen and begged a bit of twine, came back and stretched it between two bayonets; the bird was suspended in front of the hot fire and Maurice was given a cleaning rod and enjoined to keep it turning. It was a triumph of culinary art; the whole regiment, attracted by the savory odor, came and formed a circle about the fire and licked their chops. When Jean had dissected the bird the squad applied itself vigorously to the task before it; there was no talk of portions, every man ate as much as he was capable of holding. roast goose, boiled potatoes, bread, cheese, and coffee! And what a feast it was! They even sent a plate full over to the artillerymen who had furnished the cord. The big tin basin was set beneath to catch the gravy."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Already Loubet was lighting a brazier. Pache and Lapoulle plucked the goose violently. Chouteau, who had run to fetch a piece of string from the artillerymen, came back to hang it between two bayonets, in front of the big fire; and Maurice was instructed to turn it around from time to time, with a flick. Below, the grease fell into the squad's mess tin. It was the triumph of string roasting. The whole regiment, attracted by the good smell, came to circle. And what a feast! Roasted goose, boiled potatoes, bread, cheese! When Jean had cut up the goose, the squad got up to their eyes. There were no more portions, everyone stuffed themselves as much as they could contain. We even carried a piece of it to the artillery which had given the string.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 60 It was not until about one o\u2019clock that a peasant, who\u2019d come to Plassans to sell his vegetables, had told the doctor about the death of Albine, adding that Jeanbernat was asking for him. The doctor now felt a little better after his shouts as he passed by the church. The peasant had told him that she had suffocated herself with flowers. Perhaps Albine had only fainted away. When he entered the lane that ran along the interminable wall of the park, he felt a sudden flicker of hope. The whole of the way he had not stopped heaping insults on himself and having to wipe his eyes just to be able to guide his horse, driving the gig over great heaps of stones, as if secretly hoping to turn the gig over and break his bones. if he arrived in time, perhaps he could save her! He had gone slightly out of his way to allow himself that satisfaction. He reproached himself for this death, as if it were a crime in which he had taken part. Ah!"}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "It was only around one o'clock that a peasant, who had come to Plassans to sell his vegetables, had informed Doctor Pascal of Albine's death, adding that Jeanbernat had asked for him. Now the doctor felt a little relieved by the cry he had just uttered as he passed the church. He had turned from his path, in order to give himself this satisfaction. He blamed himself for this death as a crime in which he had been involved. All along the road, he had never ceased to overwhelm himself with insults, wiping his eyes to see clearly while driving his horse, pushing the cabriolet on the piles of stones, with the dull desire to tumble and break some limb. When he entered the sunken path along the interminable wall of the park, a hope came to him. Maybe Albine was just fainting. The peasant had told her that she had suffocated herself with flowers. Ah! if he arrived in time, if he could save her!\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 60 The bottle was emptying perceptibly and rising still higher and his head tilting yet further back. Suddenly Dolokhov made a backward movement with his spine, and his arm trembled nervously; this was sufficient to cause his whole body to slip as he sat on the sloping ledge. Suddenly he was aware of a stir all around. All were still. It seemed to him that more than half an hour had elapsed. Pierre took his hand from his eyes, Dolokhov still sat in the same position, only his head was thrown further back till his curly hair touched his shirt collar, and the hand holding the bottle was lifted higher and higher and trembled with the effort. As he began slipping down, his head and arm wavered still more with the strain. \u2018Why is it so long?\u2019 thought Pierre. One hand moved as if to clutch the window-sill, but refrained from touching it. Pierre again covered his eyes and thought he would never open them again."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Everyone was silent. Pierre took his hands away from his eyes: Dolokhov was still sitting in the same position, only his head was bent back, so that the curly hair of the back of his head touched the collar of his shirt, and the hand with the bottle rose higher and higher, shuddering and making an effort. The bottle apparently emptied and at the same time rose, bending its head. \"Why is it taking so long?\" thought Pierre. It seemed to him that more than half an hour had passed. Suddenly Dolokhov made a backward movement with his back, and his hand trembled nervously; this shudder was enough to move the whole body, sitting on a sloping slope. He moved all over, and his hand and head trembled even more, making an effort. One hand went up to grab the window sill, but went down again. Pierre closed his eyes again and told himself that he would never open them again. Suddenly, he felt everything around him move.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 20 And He will hold out His hands to us and we shall fall down before him . . . and we shall weep . And He will say, \u2018This is why I receive them, oh ye wise , this is why I receive them, oh ye of understanding, that not one of them believed himself to be worthy of this.\u2019 \u2018You too come forth,\u2019 He will say, \u2018Come forth ye drunkards, come forth, ye weak ones, come forth, ye children of shame!\u2019 And we shall all come forth, without shame and shall stand before him. And He will say unto us, \u2018Ye are swine, made in the Image of the Beast and with his mark; but come ye also!\u2019 And when He has done with all of them, then He will summon us. And He will judge and will forgive all, the good and the evil, the wise and the meek . . . And the wise ones and those of understanding will say, \u2018Oh Lord, why dost Thou receive these men?\u2019"}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "And he will judge and forgive everyone, both good and evil, and wise and meek ... And when he has finished over everyone, then he will say to us: \u201cCome out, you will also say! Come out drunk, come out weak, come out somniki! \" And we will all go out, not ashamed, and become. And he will say: \u201cYou pigs! the image of the beast and its seal; but you also come! \" And the wise will say, the wise will say: \u201cLord! why are you acceptable to these? \" And he will say: \u201cTherefore I accept them, wise ones, therefore I accept them, reasonable ones, that not one of these himself considered himself worthy of this ...\u201d And he will stretch his hand to us, and we will fall ... and weep ... and we will understand everything!\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 80 Sooner or later, I won't get up to thank my relatives, and I won't report the good news to my master, and I'm still selling Jie'er here! But they said that the three of them went through the forest and entered the forest, only to see the idiot stretched on the tree, screaming, and the pain was unbearable. Where's your wife? When the idiot saw him coming to grab Bai Bai, he was ashamed, gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and did not dare to shout. Duh! Where's your mother? When Sha Seng saw the boss, he couldn't bear it, put down his luggage, stepped forward and untied the rope to save him. The traveler stepped forward and said with a smile: \"Good son-in-law! My son-in-law! \""}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "We shall tell you about the three of them who, on entering the forest, found Idiot tied to a tree. He was screaming continuously because of the unbearable pain. Pilgrim approached and said to him, laughing, \u201cDear son-in-law! It\u2019s getting rather late, and you still haven\u2019t got around to performing the proper ceremony of thanking your parents or announcing your marriage to Master. You are still having a grand old time playing games here! Hey! Where\u2019s your mama? Where\u2019s your wife? What a dear son-in-law, all bound and beaten!\u201d When Idiot heard such ridicule, he was so mortified that he clenched his teeth to try to endure the pain without making any more noise. Sha Monk, however, could not bear to look at him; he put down the luggage and went forward to untie the ropes.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 60 Charm! - Put him next to his wife: what a pea jester! And how simply dressed. \u201cWell, it\u2019s the French envoy himself,\u201d she answered about Caulaincourt when asked by the countess who it was. \u201cLook like some kind of king. And here she is! \u201cAnd this one, fat, with glasses, is a worldwide freemason,\u201d said Peronskaya, pointing to Bezukhov. There is no mile for society. And yet the French are very, very nice. They say millions. No, everything is better than all our Marya Antonovna!"}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Millions, they say. Why, but that's the French ambassador himself,\u201d she replied to the countess's question about who Caulaincourt was, \u201cLook at him, like some sort of tsar. But all the same the French are nice, very nice. There's nothing nicer for society. Ah, here she is! No, she's the best, our Marya Antonovna! And so simply dressed. Lovely!\u201d \u201cAnd that fat one in spectacles is the universal Freemason,\u201d said Mme Peronsky, pointing to Bezukhov. \u201cSet him next to his wife: a real tomfool!\u201d\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 80 There are still. Since I came here, I decided to go every day, so I went out to exercise before dinner. However, whenever I go, I always hang a big Western towel. This hand towel was dyed in hot water, and red stripes flowed out, so it looks crimson at a glance. The hot spring is a new building on the 3rd floor, and you can wear a yukata and put a sink on it for 8 sen. On top of that, a woman puts tea on Tenmoku and serves it. I always hang this towel on my way back and forth, whether I'm on the train or not. That's why the students call me red washcloth. I always went to the top. It's noisy to live in a small land."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "So long as I was in the town, I decided that I would have a dip every day, and went there walking, partly for physical exercise, before my supper. And whenever I went there I used to carry a large-size European towel dangling from my hand. Added to somewhat reddish color the towel had acquired by its having been soaked in the hot-springs, the red color on its border, which was not fast enough, streaked about so that the towel now looked as if it were dyed red. This towel hung down from my hand on both ways whether afoot or riding in the train. For this reason, the students nicknamed me Red Towel. Honest, it is exasperating to live in a little town. There is some more. The bath house I patronized was a newly built three-story house, and for the patrons of the first class the house provided a bath-robe, in addition to an attendant, and the cost was only eight sen. On top of that, a maid would serve tea in a regular polite fashion. I always paid the first class.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 Would he find the way through it all to a happy conclusion? What would his life be like in the days ahead? Would he survive that? If he ever felt tempted to doubt this, then his experience with the deputy director and the manufacturer that day would be quite enough to convince him of it. And how was he to succeed in conducting all this at the bank? How could he have sat there totally convinced of the need to do his own defence? Did a carefully worked out defence\u2014and any other sort would have made no sense\u2014did a carefully worked out defence not also mean he would need to shut himself off from everything else as much as he could? How would it be later?"}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "If he had doubted that, today's meeting with the deputy director and the manufacturer would have sufficiently convinced him otherwise. How had he sat there, stunned by the mere decision to defend himself? But how should it be later? What days awaited him! Would he find the path that led through everything to a happy ending? Didn't a careful defense mean \u2014and all else was pointless\u2014didn't a careful defense mean at the same time the need to be as close as possible to everything else? Would he be happy? And how should he manage to carry this out in the bank?\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 80 Is this second infinity also intelligent? At the same time that there is an infinity outside of us, is there not an infinity within us? not superimposed on each other? Are these two infinities (what a frightening plural!) Is not the second infinite, so to speak, underlying the first? is it not its mirror, its reflection, its echo, an abyss concentric with another abyss? If the two infinities are intelligent, each of them has a willing principle, and there is a self in the infinity above as there is a self in the infinity below. does he want? Does he think\u202f? does he like?"}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "And while there is an infinite beyond ourselves, is there not at the same time an infinite within ourselves? Are these two infinites (what an alarming plural!) not superimposed one on top of the other? Does this second infinite not underlie, so to speak, the first? Is it not the mirror, reflection, echo of the first, an abyss concentric with another abyss? Is this second infinite also intelligent? Does it think? Does it love? Has it a will? If these two infinites are intelligent, they each have an element of will, and there is an I in the infinite above as there is an I in the infinite below.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 60 Cao said: \"When I get here, I have to fight to the death!\" Cheng Yu said: \"A certain Su Zhiyun is arrogant and can't bear to go down. The prime minister used to be kind to him, but now I only tell him personally, and I can get rid of this difficulty.\" The strong do not bully the weak; the grievances are clear, and the faith is always true. The generals said: \"Even if people are not afraid, but their horsepower has been exhausted, can they be able to resume the battle?\" Yun Chang also replied for a long time: \"Guan has been ordered by the military commander and has been waiting for the Prime Minister for a long time.\" When Cao Jun saw it, the souls of the dead were frightened and looked at each other in dismay. Cao Congqi said, steered his horse forward, bowed his body and said to Yun Chang: \" Don't come and be safe, General!\""}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "At this sight, the spirits of Cao Cao's soldiers left them, and they gazed into each others' faces in panic. \u201cNow we have but one course;\u201d said Cao Cao, \u201cwe must fight to the death.\u201d \u201cHow can we?\u201d said the officers. \u201cThough the leaders are not scared, the horses are spent.\u201d Cheng Yu said, \u201cI have always heard that Guan Yu is haughty to the proud but kindly to the humble; he despises the strong, but is gentle with the weak. He discriminates between love and hate and is always righteous and true. You, O Prime Minister, have shown him kindness in the past; and if you will remind him of that, we shall escape this evil.\u201d Cao Cao agreed to try. He rode out to the front, bowed low and said, \u201cGeneral, I trust you have enjoyed good health.\u201d \u201cI had orders to await you, O Prime Minister,\u201d replied Guan Yu, bowing in return, \u201cand I have been expecting you these many days.\u201d\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 60 Our inestimable Prokhorych is out of place there, and it looks as though his kiosk will be pulled down before morning. \"A city, they say, cannot stand without seven righteous men... I'm only waiting to see how this 'quadrille of lit-er-ature' turns out, and then to bed. How many of these seven... indubitably righteous men of our town... have the honor of attending your ball, I don't know, but in spite of their presence I am beginning to feel myself unsafe. In fact, I came for the young beauties ... whom, of course, I can meet nowhere else in such rich assortment, except in this place here... Vous me pardonnerez, charmante dame, n'est-ce pas?clii I am speaking al-le-gor-i-cally, but I went to the buffet and am glad to have come back in one piece ... seven , I think, I don't remember the re-com-men-ded number.1 Forgive a gouty old man, I retire early, and I'd advise you to go 'bye-bye,' too, as they say aux enfants. I'm joking, however."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "- The city, they say, does not stand without seven righteous people ... seven, I don\u2019t seem to remember the exact number. I don't know how many of these seven... unquestionably righteous people in our city... had the honor of attending your ball, but despite their presence, I'm beginning to feel insecure. Vous me pardonnerez, charmante dame, n'est-ce pas? , by the morning his tent will be demolished. However, I laugh. I'm just waiting for what kind of \"quadrille of literature\" it will be, and then to bed. Forgive the old gout, I go to bed early, and I would advise you to go \"sleeping\", as they say aux enfants.[210] But I came for the young beauties\u2026 whom, of course, I can\u2019t meet anywhere in such a rich set, except for this place\u2026"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 Here for a moment Koshkaryov stopped and said: \u201cIn this passage the rogue certainly scores off you. Thereby, doubtless, he signifies those on the point of death, not actually dead; seeing that the dead cannot be obtained. , in fact he did not finish his education.\u201d Logic itself tells us that and evidently the gentleman has not gone very far in the study of the humanities.\u2019 \u201d But he has a smart pen, hasn\u2019t he, and yet he has only been three years at the university In the very petition of the collegiate councillor and cavalier, Pavel Ivanovitch Tchitchikov, there is some misunderstanding: inasmuch as souls are required that have been assailed by various sudden calamities, and died. How can a thing be purchased if it does not exist. 2. Koshkaryov continued: \u201c \u2018He has not gone far, as is evident, in the study of the humanities... for he has used the expression \u201ddead souls,\u201c while every one who has completed a course of humane studies, knows for a fact that the soul is immortal."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "In the very request of Mr. Collegiate Counselor and Cavalier Pavel Ivanovich Chichikov, there is already some misunderstanding: in explaining that revision souls are required, comprehended by all sorts of surprises, inserted and dead. By this, they probably deigned to understand those close to death, and not the dead; for the dead are not acquired. What to buy if there is nothing? This is what the logic says. Yes, and in the verbal sciences, they apparently did not go far ... \u201d - Here Koshkarev stopped for a minute and said:\u201c In this place, rogue ... he pricked you a little. But judge, however, what a brisk pen is a state secretary syllable; and after all, he spent only three years at the university, he did not even finish the course. - Koshkarev continued: - \u201c... in the verbal sciences, apparently, not far ... for the souls of the dead have expressed themselves, while anyone who has studied the course of human knowledge knows for sure that the soul is immortal. 2)"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 60 \" Wukong suddenly woke up and said, \"I came from the Huaguoshan Water Curtain Cave in the Aolai Kingdom of Dongsheng Shenzhou. \" \" The Patriarch said: \"I don't blame you either, but just you go.\" Wukong heard this, his eyes filled with tears and said, \"Where did Master teach me to go? The patriarch said: \"Go back quickly, all the If your life is here, it is absolutely impossible!\" The patriarch said: \"Where you came from, go there."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "If you don\u2019t tell them, they might force it out of you. You are no longer safe here.\u201d \u201cPlease forgive me!\u201d begged Monkey, kowtowing. \u201cNo hard feelings. But you must leave.\u201d Monkey\u2019s eyes filled with tears. \u201cWhere are you sending me?\u201d \u201cYou must go back to where you came from. You won\u2019t last long here.\u201d\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 40 Well, in five, let's say ten minutes , it was my turn; so it wasn't that bad. Yes, they were all there. In front of it ran a wooden bench, past everything, and on this bench those who knew me sat and waited. At last I came into a long, dark, corridor-like room, which had four windows of frosted greenish glass on one side, separated one from the other by a wide black partition. I looked at the clock; it was five minutes to one. I was there. The air was bad, heavy, full of clothes and breath. As I got used to the twilight of the room, I noticed that among those who sat shoulder to shoulder in an endless line, there could also be a few other people, little people, artisans, waitresses, and cart drivers. I had to walk past various barracks for a long time, through several courtyards in which here and there people in white hoods stood like convicts under the empty trees. Down the narrow side of the aisle, two fat women, presumably concierges, had spread out on special chairs and were talking."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "I appeared. I had to walk past a long row of barracks and through several courtyards, where people in white hats that made them look like convicts were standing here and there under the bare trees. Finally I entered a long, dark, corridor-like room, which had four windows on one side, made of a dull, greenish glass and separated from one another by an expanse of black wall. There was a wooden bench in front, along the whole length of the wall, and on this bench they were sitting and waiting. Yes, they were all there, and they knew me. When I had gotten used to the dim lighting, I noticed that among these people sitting shoulder to shoulder on an endless line, there were also a few others, insignificant people, artisans, housemaids, teamsters. Down at the narrow end of the corridor, two fat women had spread themselves out on special chairs and were talking\u2014concierges, probably. I looked at the clock; it was five minutes to one. In five or, say, ten minutes, my turn would come; so it wasn\u2019t so bad. The air was foul, heavy, filled with clothing and breath.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 60 Its whisperings had the hoarse accent of a vibration. Beyond this dense portion of the throng, in the Rue du Roule, in the Rue des Prouvaires, and in the extension of the Rue Saint-Honor\u00e9, there was no longer a single window in which a candle was burning. Although not one of them was walking, a dull trampling was audible in the mire. These streets were not deserted. The lanterns of that date resembled large red stars, hanging to ropes, and shed upon the pavement a shadow which had the form of a huge spider. There were hardly any black coats or round hats now, but smock frocks, blouses, caps, and bristling and cadaverous heads. There could be descried piles of guns, moving bayonets, and troops bivouacking. This multitude undulated confusedly in the nocturnal gloom. Only the solitary and diminishing rows of lanterns could be seen vanishing into the street in the distance."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "There were hardly any black coats or round hats there. Lab coats, smocks, caps, spiky, earthy heads. This multitude undulated confusedly in the nocturnal mist. His whisper had the hoarse accent of a shudder. Although not one was walking, a trampling in the mud was heard. Beyond this thickness of the crowd, in the rue du Roule, in the rue des Prouvaires, and in the extension of the rue Saint-Honor\u00e9, there was not a single window in which a candle shone. One could see the solitary and diminishing rows of lanterns sinking into these streets. The lanterns of that time looked like big red stars hanging from strings and cast a shadow on the pavement in the shape of a large spider. These streets were not deserted. One could distinguish guns in bundles, bayonets moved and troops bivouacking.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 40 What's left? \" But thinking about anything else was excruciating. - We need to think about what to do. He pulled up the pillow and pressed his head against it, but he had to make an effort to keep his eyes closed. He jumped up and sat down. No, you have to fall asleep!\" \" It's over for me, he told himself. He touched the brush of the pillow and tried to remember Vara, the last time he saw her."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "He touched the pillow\u2019s tassel and tried to recall Varya and when he had seen her last. But to think of something extraneous was painful. \u2018 No, I must sleep!\u2019 He moved the pillow and pressed his head to it, but he had to make an effort to keep his eyes closed. He sat up abruptly. \u2018 That is finished for me,\u2019 he said to himself. \u2018I must think what to do. What\u2019s left?\u2019\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 40 Listen to me; for ten years I had the same dream every night. Edmond, if you knew all the prayers I addressed to God for you, as long as I hoped for you alive and since I believed you dead, yes, dead, alas! \"Edmond,\" Merc\u00e9d\u00e8s continued, arms outstretched towards the Count, \"Edmond, ever since I have known you I have adored your name, I have respected your memory. Well, Edmond, I swear to you on the head of that son for whom I implore you, Edmond, for ten years I have seen men every night dangling something shapeless and unknown from the top of a rock; for ten years I heard a terrible cry every night that woke me up shivering and freezing. It was said that you wanted to flee, that you took the place of a prisoner, that you slipped into a dead man's shroud and that then the living corpse was thrown from top to bottom of the Ch\u00e2teau d'If ; and that the cry you uttered as you crashed on the rocks had alone revealed the substitution to your entombers, who had become your executioners. Me, what could I do for you, Edmond, except pray or cry? I thought your corpse was buried at the bottom of some dark tower; I thought your body had been thrown to the bottom of one of those abysses into which jailers let dead prisoners roll, and I was crying! Edmond, my friend, do not force me to keep this noble and pure image reflected constantly in the mirror of my heart."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "\u2018Edmond,\u2019 Merc\u00e9d\u00e8s went on, holding out her hands to him. \u2018As long as I have known you, I have worshipped your name and respected your memory. My friend, do not ask me to tarnish that noble and pure image which is constantly reflected in the mirror of my heart. Edmond, if you knew all the prayers that I have offered up to God on your behalf, as long as I hoped you were still living and since I believed you were dead; yes, alas, dead! I thought that your corpse was buried beneath some dark tower or cast into one of those depths into which jailers throw the bodies of dead prisoners; and I wept! But what could I do for you, Edmond, except pray or weep? Listen to me. Every night for ten years, I had the same dream. They said that you had tried to escape, that you had taken the place of another prisoner, that you had climbed into a dead man\u2019s shroud and that then they had flung the living corpse from the top to the bottom of the Ch\u00e2teau d\u2019If, and that only the cry which you gave on crashing against the rocks revealed the substitution to your burial party, who had become your executioners. Well, Edmond, I swear on the head of the son on whose behalf I now beseech you, Edmond: for ten years every night I saw men throwing something shapeless and nameless from the top of a rock; and every night, for ten years, I heard a dreadful cry that woke me up, shivering and icy cold.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 But patronage of writers was in her the same kind of mania as dressing magnificently. But, alas, the prince did not suspect such subtleties. They all knew to a single person that they were doing Yepanchin a great honor with their visit. She was a lady of about forty-five (hence, a very young wife for such an old old man as her husband), a former beauty who, according to the mania characteristic of many forty-five-year-old ladies, loved to dress too magnificently; mind was small, and knowledge of literature is very doubtful. And now the prince took all this society for the purest coin, for the purest gold, without ligature. However, all these people were also, as if on purpose, in the happiest mood that evening and very pleased with themselves. Many writings and translations were dedicated to her; two or three writers, with her permission, published their letters written by them to her on extremely important subjects ..."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Her age was about forty-five, so that she was a very young wife for such an elderly husband as the dignitary. She had been a beauty in her day and still loved, as many ladies of forty-five do love, to dress a little too smartly. Her intellect was nothing to boast of, and her literary knowledge very doubtful. Literary patronage was, however, with her as much a mania as was the love of gorgeous clothes. Many books and translations were dedicated to her by her proteges, and a few of these talented individuals had published some of their own letters to her, upon very weighty subjects. This, then, was the society that the prince accepted at once as true coin, as pure gold without alloy. It so happened, however, that on this particular evening all these good people were in excellent humour and highly pleased with themselves. Every one of them felt that they were doing the Epanchins the greatest possible honour by their presence. But alas! the prince never suspected any such subtleties!\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 40 Come on, if you value my friendship, you can be happy, because I must love you nicely to forgive you. Admit that you like Andr\u00e9e. They knew the pair of skullcaps they would have received. Basically, you're right Well, there is not one who would have dared such a thing. But I'm sure you don't care about me. , she's much nicer than me, and she's lovely! Besides, they didn't even think about it, we shook hands very frankly, very amicably, like good comrades, we would never have spoken of kissing and we were friends none the less for that. I've known young people who, I assure you , had just as much friendship for me."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": ", I have known lots of young men who were every bit as friendly, I can assure you. There wasn't one of them would ever have dared to do a thing like that. They knew they'd get their ears boxed if they tried it on. Besides, they never dreamed of trying, we would shake hands in an open, friendly sort of way, like good pals, but there was never a word said about kissing, and yet we weren't any the less friends for that. Why, if it's my friendship you are after, you've nothing to complain of; I must be jolly fond of you to forgive you. But I'm sure you don't care two straws about me, really. Own up now , it's Andr\u00e9e you're in love with. After all, you're quite right; she is ever so much prettier than I am, and perfectly charming!\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 20 Turning to one of the maids, she ordered her to fetch the manuscript of her libretto of \u2018A Dream of Golden Days\u2019 and gave it to Bao-yu to read, so that he could listen to the songs with one eye on the text. I should not imagine you are very familiar with this sort of entertainment; so unless you read the libretto of the songs first before listening to them, I fear you may find them rather insipid.\u2019 You need to know what the songs are about in order to appreciate them properly. \u2018 In my suite each song is an elegy on a single person or event and the tunes are original compositions which we have orchestrated ourselves. This suite,\u2019 she told Bao-yu, \u2018is not like the music-dramas of your earthly composers in which there are always the fixed parts of sheng, dan, jing, mo and so on, and set tunes in the various Northern and Southern modes."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "\" The dancers agreed, and then tapped the sandalwood board, pressed the silver zither, and listened to his song: \"Opening up Hongmeng... \" Fang sang a sentence, the police Huan then said: \"This song is not comparable to the legendary songs filled in the world. It must have the rules of life and the end of life, and there are nine palaces in the north and south. This may be a chanting of a person, or a feeling of something, and occasionally a song can be composed into an orchestra. If you're not a good person, you don't know what's in it. I don't think you know this tune. If you don't read the manuscript first, then listen to the song, you'll be chewing wax.\" After speaking, he turned around and ordered the little maid to take the \"Dream of Red Mansions\". \"The original manuscript came, and handed it to Baoyu.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 40 The fact of the matter is that you created a different face! But the defendant gave a clear and firm testimony about where he got the money from, and if you like, gentlemen of the jury, if you like, nothing could and cannot be more probable than this testimony and, moreover, more consistent with the character and soul of the defendant. The degree of reliability of these witnesses at the trial has already been revealed. Well, what if this was not the case at all, but how did you create the novel, and it has a completely different face? Who knew that? Perhaps they will object: \u201cThere are witnesses that in the village of Mokrom he spent all these three thousand, taken from Mrs. Verkhovtseva, a month before the catastrophe, at once, as one penny, therefore, he could not separate half of them.\u201d Remember, this was all presented in a tone that did not tolerate any objection. They will say: \"Still, he did not know how to explain where he got these fifteen hundred, which were found on him, besides, everyone knew that until that night he had no money.\" The prosecution liked his own novel: a man with a weak will, who decided to take three thousand, so shamefully offered to him by his bride, could not, they say, separate half and sew it into the palm of his hand, on the contrary, if he did sew it up, he would embroider it every two days and split it off would be a hundred and so would have consumed everything in one month. But who are these witnesses?"}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Again, some may object that he is unable to explain convincingly where he had got the fifteen hundred rubles that he did have, when everybody in town knew he didn\u2019t have any money until that night. My answer to that is: \u2018Who were the people who knew he didn\u2019t have any money?\u2019 Besides, the accused accounted clearly and without equivocation for the origin of that money, and his explanation, I submit, is very much in keeping with the accused\u2019s personality and character. The prosecutor seemed to be very satisfied with his own piece of fiction about the accused being a weak-willed man who so shamefully accepted the three thousand rubles offered him, under such humiliating circumstances, by his fianc\u00e9e, a man too spineless to keep the money sewn in that little bag of his, a man who, even if he had sewn the money up in that bag originally, would have been unsewing it every second day to fish out one hundred-ruble bill after another, until after a month or so, he had gone through the whole sum. And, if you remember, we were told all this in a tone that brooked no dissent. \u201cBut what if, in reality, things were entirely different, and what if the accused is not at all like the character in the novel made up by the prosecutor? And that is just what is wrong with his novel\u2014he has created a character who bears no resemblance to the accused whatsoever. \u201cOf course, there are witnesses who will tell you that he had spent all of the three thousand rubles he had taken from Miss Verkhovtsev a month before, spent all of it like a kopek, and that he therefore could not possibly have tucked away half that sum. Fine, but who are those witnesses? Their doubtful credibility was exposed during the cross-examination in court here.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 80 , he didn't look much different than he had looked that night after the professor's visit and the ball at the Schwarzer Adler. But that was a long time ago, years, centuries; Harry had grown older, he had learned to dance, had attended magical theatres, he had heard Mozart laugh, he was no longer afraid of dances, of women, of knives. I looked at Harry in the mirror for a long time: I still knew him well, he still looked a little like Harry of fifteen, who had met Rosa on a March Sunday in the rocks and had doffed his confirmation hat to her. Harry faced me in the large wall mirror. He didn't look well Even the moderately talented, when he has run through a few centuries, becomes mature."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Harry was facing me in the large mirror on the wall. He did not look well. He looked much the same as on that night after his visit to the professor\u2019s and the dance in the Black Eagle. But that was in the distant past, years, centuries ago. Harry was older now, he had learned to dance, visited the Magic Theatre, heard Mozart laugh. He was no longer frightened of dances, women or knives. Even a moderately talented person matures if he has raced his way through a few centuries. I took a long look at Harry in the mirror. I could still recognize him all right. He still looked a tiny bit like the fifteen-year-old Harry who had encountered Rosa one Sunday in March up in the rocks and, fresh from his confirmation, had raised his hat to her.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 Just then Li Ru came in and they told him. \u201cCao Cao has no family here in the capital but lodges quite alone and not far away,\u201d said Li Ru. \u201cI suspected him too,\u201d said Dong Zhuo. If he comes forthwith, the sword was meant as a gift; but if he makes any excuses, he had bad intentions. Cao Cao was profuse in his thanks and said he would like to try the horse. Cao Cao led the creature outside, leapt into the saddle, laid on his whip vigorously, and galloped away eastward. And you can arrest him.\u201d \u201cSend for him. So Dong Zhuo bade the guards bring saddle and bridle. Lu Bu said, \u201cJust as I was coming up, it seemed to me as if that fellow was going to stab you, only a sudden panic seized him and he presented the weapon instead.\u201d They sent four prison warders to call Cao Cao."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Cao Xie said, \"I would like to take a ride.\" Zhuo then took him to the saddle. Cao led the horse out of the prime minister's mansion, and looked southeast with the whip. Bu said to Zhuo: \"It seems that Cao Cao was stabbing when he came, and he was drunk, so he pushed and offered his sword.\" Zhuo said: \"I also doubt it.\" While speaking, Li Ruzhi was right, and Zhuo told him about it. . Confucianism said: \"Cao has no wife and child in Beijing, and lives alone in his apartment. Now I send someone to summon him, and if he comes without a doubt, he will offer a knife; if he can't evade him, he must be stabbed, and he can be captured and asked. \" Zuo Ranqi said, and sent four prison guards to call Cao Cao.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 80 One day, Monkey instructed his four commanders to arrange a banquet for the seven brothers: oxen and horses were slaughtered, sacrifices were offered to heaven and earth, assorted imps were ordered to sing and dance, and everyone proceeded to get thoroughly drunk. This brought him to his senses. As he slept, Monkey dreamed that two silent individuals, holding an official summons on which his full name\u2014Sun Wukong\u2014was written, tied him up and lugged him to the edge of a city. After seeing his six compadres off, Monkey lay down under the shade of a pine tree and, a moment later, nodded off, surrounded by a hushed, protective circle of his subjects. Still groggy with drink, Monkey half discerned an iron sign: welcome to hell."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "One day, in this cave, he assigned the four generals to arrange a feast, invited the six kings to drink, slaughtered oxen and horses, sacrificed to heaven and enjoyed the earth, danced and sang with all the monsters, and all ate and got drunk. After sending the six kings out, but rewarding the big and small leaders, leaning under the pine shade by the iron bridge, he fell asleep in an instant. The four generals were surrounded by the generals and did not dare to speak loudly. I saw that the Monkey King was sleeping and saw two people holding a letter of approval with the three characters \"Monkey King\" on it. He approached him and said nothing. He put on the rope and took the Soul of the Monkey King away, staggering. staggered, and led to the edge of a city. The Monkey King gradually woke up and suddenly looked up. There was an iron plate on the city, with three big characters on it, \"Netherworld\". The Monkey King suddenly came to his senses and said, \"The Netherworld is where the King of Hell lives, so why are you here?\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 60 but if I said I was going to talk to Yamaarashi, the red shirt would be very upset and you wouldn't want to do such an illegal thing. rice field. -I would be very annoyed if you worked violently here. I'm in trouble, but if you're so annoying I received it. and I haven't told anyone yet, I don't remember telling you anything about Hotta Then, the red shirt will only be your reference yesterday, and I will sweat and ask you not to talk about it, so it's okay, You ask a strangely out-of-the-ordinary question that you didn't intend to make a fuss at school, so it's natural that you get a monthly salary or make a fuss, and even the school will be in trouble."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "When I told him I hadn\u2019t said a thing to anybody so far but I did intend to have things out with the Porcupine when he arrived, Redshirt looked terribly upset: \u2018No. That would be wrong and it would lead to problems. As far as Mr Hotta is concerned, I don\u2019t recall saying anything specific to you. If you do something rash now, it will put me in a very difficult position. I assume that you didn\u2019t join our staff in order to be a troublemaker.\u2019 All I \u2008could offer in reply to this strange bit of gibberish was that of course I realized that it wouldn\u2019t be good for the school if somebody on its payroll started stirring up trouble. Well then, he said, please just keep yesterday\u2019s discussion between us, and don\u2019t mention it to anybody. By this point he had broken into a sweat. All right, I agreed, this won\u2019t be easy for me either, but if it\u2019s going to create such a problem for you, I won\u2019t do it. \u2018So I can count on you, then?\u2019\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 60 Let's just take care of ours and ignore them. Sister Feng also knew that Jia's mother likes to be lively, and she likes to laugh and joke, so she ordered \"Liu Er Dang Yi\". Then Baoyu, Shi Xiangyun, Ying, Tan, Xi, Li Wan and others all made their points. I'll sing and play and drink wine, can't I do it for them? After saying that, everyone laughed. Dai Yufang nodded. It's time!\" Jia Mu really liked it even more, and then ordered Daiyu to order it. Mother Jia said: \"Today, I was the one who brought you here to make fun of you. Dai Yuyin asked Aunt Xue, Mrs. Wang, to wait."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "As she happened to know that the old lady\u2019s partiality for lively plays was particularly strong in the case of those which had lots of jokes and clowning in them, she selected a piece entitled Liu Er Pawns His Clothes in order to make sure that this element was not lacking from the programme. As she had anticipated, Grandmother Jia was even more delighted by this second choice. Next Dai-yu was asked to choose. She deferred to Aunt Xing and Aunt Wang; but Grandmother Jia was insistent: \u2018I\u2019ve brought you young people here today for some fun,\u2019 she said. \u2018I want you to enjoy yourselves. Never mind about them! I didn\u2019t go to all this trouble just for their sakes 1 They are lucky to be here at all, having all this good food and entertainment for nothing: you surely don\u2019t think that on top of that I\u2019m going to let them choose the plays?\u2019 The others all laughed, and Dai-yu chose a play. Then Bao-yu, Shi Xiang-yun, Ying-chun, Tan-chun, Xi-chun and Li Wan each chose a play in turn, after which the little players proceeded to perform them in the order in which they had been selected."}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 60 But just in front of him were only bowls with herring-like fish, their black scales gleaming golden at the rim. A few times Karl had grabbed a waiter by the apron across the table, but he had always torn himself away with a contorted face. So Karl had no choice but to look for another place and start all over again. And yet there was so little hope of getting anything from the waiter, even when the two clumsy neighbors had left satisfied. Small kegs of rum were also within reach, but he didn't want to bring rum to his comrades, they seemed to go for the most concentrated alcohol at every opportunity, and he didn't want to support them any further. The clock at the other end of the room, whose hands you could just make out through the smoke if you looked closely, showed nine past. If at least there had been something suitable to eat and drink near Karl, he would have taken it, asked the price, put the money down and left happily. But now the time was very advanced. Nobody could be stopped, they just ran and just ran. They could be very expensive and would probably not satisfy anyone."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "But there was so little hope of getting anything from the waiters, even once his two rude neighbours had gone away satisfied. A few times Karl had reached across the table and grabbed at a waiter\u2019s apron, but it was simply torn free with an angry frown. You couldn\u2019t get a grip on any of them, all they did was keep running and running. If there had been anything suitable to eat and drink anywhere near Karl he would simply have taken it, asked how much it cost, paid and gone away happily. But the dishes in front of him were full of some herring-like fish, with black scales that had a golden gleam at the edges. They might be very expensive and probably wouldn\u2019t satisfy anyone\u2019s hunger. And to drink there were only little barrels of rum, and he wasn\u2019t taking any rum back to his companions, they seemed avid enough as it was for the most highly concentrated alcoholic drinks, and he wasn\u2019t about to help them in their quest. So Karl had no option but to look for another place, and begin afresh. But a lot of time had passed. The clock at the other end of the room, whose hands could just be made out through the smoke if you looked hard, showed that it was already past nine o\u2019clock.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 40 We submit, however, that birth, death, and the length of one\u2019s life are ordered by nature; but the conditions of public disgrace or honor are determined by human volition. When Taizong saw the memorial, he had it distributed among the various officials for discussion. In less than a month\u2019s time, various monks from the empire had arrived. The teachings of Buddha did not exist in the time of the Five Thearchs and the Three Kings, and yet those rulers were wise, their subjects loyal, and their reigns long-lasting. These phenomena are not, as some philistines would now maintain, ordained by Buddha. The memorial said: The teachings of the Western Territory deny the relations of ruler and subject, of father and son. The Tang emperor ordered the court historian, Fu Yi, to select an illustrious priest to take charge of the ceremonies. It was not until the period of Emperor Ming in the Han dynasty that the worship of foreign gods was established,5 but this meant only that priests of the Western Territory were permitted to propagate their faith. The event, in fact, represented a foreign intrusion in China, and the teachings are hardly worthy to be believed. With the doctrines of the Three Ways3 and the Sixfold Path,4 they beguile and seduce the foolish and the simpleminded. They emphasize the sins of the past in order to ensure the felicities of the future. By chanting in Sanskrit, they seek a way of escape. When Fu Yi received the order, however, he presented a memorial to the Throne that attempted to dispute the worth of Buddha.2"}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "During the period of the disappearing months, many monks in the world will arrive. The emperor of Tang passed the decree, and the Taishi Cheng Fu Yi elected eminent monks and built Buddhist affairs. When Fu Yi heard the decree, he immediately dismissed the floating pictures, saying that there is no Buddha. The table said: \"The law of the Western Regions, there are no rulers, ministers, fathers and sons. They use three paths and six paths to lure fools, pursue past sins, see future blessings, and recite Sanskrit words to try to avoid them. Xingdeweifu is the master of the people. Now I hear the pretense of the common people, all of which are from the Buddha. Since the Five Emperors and Three Kings, there has been no Buddha Dharma. The Sangmen in the Western Regions, who have self-published their teachings, are actually barbarians invading China, and they cannot be trusted. \" When Taizong heard this, he threw this table to the ministers for discussion.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 40 Still, if we\u2019re always going to have this sort of trouble, I think in the long run I just shan\u2019t be able to stand any more. He was interrupted by Skybright: \u2018Why should any of us want to upset her? Do you think we\u2019re mad ? Don\u2019t you think there\u2019s been enough trouble already without dragging other people into it?\u2019 You don\u2019t seem to realize. You offend people on my account and the next moment you\u2019ve forgotten all about it. But they haven\u2019t. It\u2019s all scored up against me; and as soon as something goes a bit wrong, they come out with all these horrible things about me. It makes it so unpleasant for all of us.\u2019 Her skin was burning to the touch. He decided to stay with her for a while, and lying down beside her, spoke to her soothingly: \u2018Just try to get better, now! Never mind all that other nonsense! It\u2019s of no importance.\u2019 Aroma smiled bitterly. \u2018If I had allowed myself to get upset about things like that, I shouldn\u2019t have lasted in this room for five minutes! Aroma grasped Bao-yu\u2019s hand and wept: \u2018Because I offended one old nurse, you have to go offending a whole roomful of people. And even if we had offended her, we should be perfectly capable of owning up to it and not letting someone else take the blame!\u2019 Seeing how ill she looked and realizing that distress of mind could only aggravate her condition, Bao-yu stifled his indignation and did his best to comfort her so that she might be able to settle down once more and continue sweating out the fever."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "\" Before the sentence was finished, Qingwen smiled beside him: \" Anyone who is not crazy, offends him for what he does. If he offends him, he has the ability to take responsibility, and he will not burden others!\" Xiren cried, while pulling Baoyu and saying: \"I offended an old grandmother for me, and now you are doing it again. I offend these people, and it's not enough for me, it's just pulling others. \" Seeing that he was so sick, Baoyu added these troubles, and quickly swallowed his breath, comforting him that he was still sleeping and sweating. Seeing that his soup was burning hot again, he guarded him and leaned beside him, persuading him to only take care of his illness and not get angry about unimportant things. Xiren sneered and said: \"If you want to be angry about these things, you can't stand in this room for a moment. But it only lasts for a long time, no matter what, what can you do to people. I often advise you, don't offend people for us, you Just thinking about doing what we did for a while, they all keep it in their hearts, and when they encounter a hurdle, what they say is good or bad, what do you mean?\"\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 The soup was full, and he said with a choked voice: \"I am old and sick, and I will die at the end of the day. Yi looked at it, smiled and said, \"I'm deaf. I'll take care of myself now.\" Shuang was overjoyed and said, \"If this old man dies, I will have no worries!\" Li Sheng said goodbye to Zhong Da, returned to see Cao Shuang, and talked about the matter in detail. Win the writing and present it. The two sons are unworthy, and I hope you will teach them. Look at the second son!\" When the maid entered the soup, Yi Jiang's mouth was filled with the soup. After saying this, he pointed his finger. After saying this, he fell on the bed, hoarse and panting."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Writing materials were brought, when Li Sheng wrote what he wished to say and put it before his host. \u201cMy illness has made me very deaf; take care of yourself on the way,\u201d said Sima Yi. Looking up, he pointed to his mouth. One of the girls brought some broth and held the cup for him to drink. He put his lips to the cup, but spilled the broth all over his dress. \u201cI am very weak and ill,\u201d said he, \u201cand may die at any moment. My sons are but poor things, but you will instruct them; and when you see the Regent Marshal, you will ask him to take care of them for me, will you not?\u201d At this point Sima Yi fell back on the couch, panting, and Li Sheng took his leave. He told Cao Shuang what he had seen, and Cao Shuang rejoiced, thinking his rival could not last long. \u201cIf the old man died, I should not be the one to grieve,\u201d said Cao Shuang.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 40 Returning home in the evening, fierce and ugly, I got angry with my orderly Athanasius and hit him with all my might twice in the face, so that I bloody his face. Then he compelled him to explain and was so rude in explaining that he accepted my challenge, despite the huge difference between us, for I was younger than him, insignificant and of a minor rank. I recall with amazement that this revenge and my anger were extremely difficult and disgusting to me, because, having an easy character, I could not be angry with anyone for a long time, and therefore, as it were, I artificially kindled myself and finally became ugly and absurd. I got the second soon, comrade, our own lieutenant regiment. Later I firmly learned that he had accepted my challenge, as it were, out of a feeling of jealousy towards me: he had been jealous of me before, a little, towards his wife, even then his bride; Now I thought that if she found out that he had suffered an insult from me, and did not dare to challenge him to a duel, then she would not involuntarily despise him and her love would not be shaken. It was June at the end, and now our meeting the next day, outside the city, at seven o'clock in the morning - and truly something fatal happened to me here. I waited for a while and once in a large society I suddenly managed to offend my rival, allegedly for the most extraneous reason, to laugh at one of his opinions about one important event at that time - it was in the twenty-sixth year - and to laugh, people said, I succeeded witty and dexterous. With color in my face, I began to remember how many times I almost expressed my love to her, and since she did not stop me and did not warn me, then, therefore, I brought it out, laughed at me. Then, although fights were brutally persecuted, there was even a fashion for them between the military - before that wild prejudices sometimes grow and strengthen. Then, of course, I realized and remembered that she did not laugh at all, but she herself, on the contrary, jokingly interrupted such conversations and conceived others in their place - but then I could not figure it out and flushed with revenge."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "With colour in my face, I began to recall how many times I had almost declared my love to her, and as she had not stopped me or warned me, I concluded that she had been laughing at me. Later, of course, I thought the better of this, recollecting that she had in no way laughed at me; on the contrary, she herself had playfully cut short such conversations, substituting other topics in their place \u2013 but at the time I was unable to perceive this and blazed with vengefulness. I remember that this vengefulness and this anger of mine were wretched and abhorrent to me in the extreme as, being of an easygoing nature, I was unable to be angry with anyone for long, and so I fanned the flames myself, as it were, artificially, in the end behaving in a manner that was preposterous and morally deformed. I bided my time, and on one occasion I suddenly managed to insult my \u2018rival\u2019 on what was apparently the most irrelevant of pretexts, making fun of a certain opinion he expressed concerning a certain important event then \u2013 this took place in the year 182613 \u2013 and succeeded in doing so wittily and with finesse, so people said. Then I forced him to call me to account, and during our discussion I behaved so offensively that he accepted my challenge, in spite of the enormous difference between us, for I was younger than he, insignificant and of lowly rank. I subsequently gained reliable knowledge that he had accepted my challenge also out of some kind of jealous feeling towards me: he had been a little jealous of me even earlier, in respect of his wife, whom then he had only been engaged to; now he thought that if she were to learn that he had endured an insult from me but had not challenged me to a duel, she would begin involuntarily to despise him and her love for him would grow uncertain. I quickly obtained a second, a companion who was a lieutenant in our regiment. Although at that time duels were savagely punished, there was what amounted to a kind of vogue for them among the servicemen \u2013 so widespread and ingrained do barbarous prejudices on occasion grow. The end of June was approaching, and now our meeting had been appointed for the morrow, outside town, at seven o\u2019clock in the morning \u2013 and in truth, there then befell me something that was in a way to seal my fate. That evening, upon returning home, in a state of truculence and moral deformity, I became angry with my batman Afanasy and struck him twice about the face with all my strength, drawing blood."}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 40 Oh, Putti (Mr's pet name), they must have brought the sausages and all our pulses. Just then the thieves disappeared, and the noise that the master still heard was the beating of the fatalist's frightened heart. \" And Peter, oh would Peter still be in his bed?\u201d One night the lady thought she heard thieves in the attic, she heard real hard steps and was so afraid that she woke her husband. You also need to know this to be informed about all the Secret Annex adventures."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "To keep you up to date on the latest adventures in the Secret Annex, I should tell you this as well. One night Mrs. van D. thought she heard loud footsteps in the attic, and she was so afraid of burglars , she woke her husband. At that very same moment, the thieves disappeared, and the only sound Mr. van D. could hear was the frightened pounding of his fatalistic wife\u2019s heart. \u201c Oh, Putti!\u201d she cried. (Putti is Mrs. van D.\u2019s pet name for her husband.) \u201cThey must have taken all our sausages and dried beans. And what about Peter? Oh, do you think Peter\u2019s still safe and sound in his bed?\u201d\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 40 As he stared for a long time, his heart sinking, the screaming suddenly ceased. From then on, he had nothing to see except the hanging lamp, which preceded him into the darkness. And, in spite of his temerity, a shiver pales him, faced with the horror of the disaster. He went down again, lost in the center of these ever-increasing voids, beaten and whirling beneath the whirlwind of the springs, so badly lit by the red star of the lamp, spinning downwards, which he thought he could distinguish streets, crossroads of a destroyed city, very far away, in the play of great moving shadows. As he sank he heard the howl grow louder; and he had to stop, an impassable obstacle blocked the shaft, a heap of timbers, the broken planks of the guides, the split partitions of the pipes, entangling themselves with the torn handlebars of the pump. No human labor was possible anymore. He only kept one hope, that of trying to save the men in danger. Some pieces of wood remained alone, the others had collapsed with their frames; behind, enormous cavities were hollowed out, yellow sands, as fine as flour, flowed in considerable masses; while the waters of the Torrent, of this subterranean sea of storms and unknown shipwrecks, poured out in a disgorgement of a sluice. But, at three hundred meters, when he arrived at the lower casing, it went out according to his forecasts, a gush had filled the bucket. Balanced in the middle of the shaft, it turned, it lit up the walls: the leaks between the joints were so few that his lamp did not suffer."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Balanced in the middle of the shaft he lighted up the walls as he turned round; the leaks between the joints were so slight that his lamp did not suffer. But at three hundred metres, when he reached the lower tubbing, the lamp was extinguished, as he expected, for a jet had filled the tub. After that he was only able to see by the hanging lamp which preceded him in the darkness, and, in spite of his courage, he shuddered and turned pale in the face of the horror of the disaster. A few pieces of timber alone remained; the others had fallen in with their frames. Behind, enormous cavities had been hollowed out, and the yellow sand, as fine as flour, was flowing in considerable masses; while the waters of the Torrent, that subterranean sea with its unknown tempests and shipwrecks, were discharging in a flow like a weir. He went down lower, lost in the midst of these chasms which continued to multiply, beaten and turned round by the waterspout of the springs, so badly lighted by the red star of the lamp moving on below, that he seemed to distinguish the roads and squares of some destroyed town far away in the play of the great moving shadows. No human work was any longer possible. His only remaining hope was to attempt to save the men in peril. As he sank down he heard the cries becoming louder, and he was obliged to stop; an impassable obstacle barred the shaft--a mass of scaffolding, the broken joists of the guides, the split brattices entangled with the metal-work torn from the pump. As he looked on for a long time with aching heart, the yelling suddenly ceased.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 60, order = 60 It turned out that around twelve o\u2019clock that same evening he made one more extremely eccentric and unexpected visit. The rain still hadn\u2019t ended. At any other time, of course, all of this would inspire much respect, but this time Arkady Ivanovich seemed to be particularly impatient and emphatically wanted to see his fianc\u00e9e, even though they had informed him earlier that she had already gone to bed. Naturally, his fianc\u00e9e appeared. (This woman never asked direct questions, but always began first with smiles and hand rubbing, and then, if she needed to find out something for sure\u2014for example, when might it suit Arkady Ivanovich to set the date for the wedding\u2014she would begin with the most peculiar and almost excited questions about Paris and local court life, and only then would she get to the Third Line of Vasilievsky Island.) Soaked to the skin, at twenty minutes past eleven he called at the crowded apartment of his fianc\u00e9e\u2019s parents on Vasilievsky Island, at the corner of Malyi Prospect and the Third Line. The tenderhearted and sensible mother of Arkady Ivanovich\u2019s fianc\u00e9e pushed her husband\u2019s wheelchair out to him, and, as was her custom, immediately began with some remote questions. He knocked at the door for a long time, until they opened it, and at first created a great deal of commotion; but Arkady Ivanovich, when he wanted to be, was a man of extremely charming manners, so that the sensible surmise of his fianc\u00e9e\u2019s parents\u2014namely, that Arkady Ivano\u00advich, most likely, had gotten so drunk somewhere that he didn\u2019t even know what he was doing\u2014was easily dispelled. The particular logical connection of this gift with his imminent departure and the urgent necessity of coming at midnight in the rain, of course, was not at all apparent from this explanation; however, the whole affair proceeded extremely smoothly. Arkady Ivanovich told her directly that he was obliged to leave Petersburg for an extremely important reason, and therefore he had brought her fifteen thousand silver rubles, in bills of various denominations, asking her to accept them from him in the form of a gift, since he had long been planning to give her this trifling sum before their wedding."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "It turned out later that on the same evening, at about twelve o'clock, he also made another very eccentric and unexpected visit. The rain still didn't stop. All wet, he entered at twenty past twelve into the cramped apartment of his fianc\u00e9e's parents, on Vasilyevsky Island, in the third line, on Maly Prospekt. I got through with force and at first there was great confusion; but Arkady Ivanovich, when he wanted to, was a man with very charming manners, so that the initial (though, by the way, very witty) guess of the prudent parents of the bride, that Arkady Ivanovich, probably, had already drunk somewhere so much that he didn\u2019t even know himself remembers - immediately fell of itself. The relaxed parent was rolled out in an armchair to Arkady Ivanovich by the compassionate and prudent mother of the bride, and, as usual, she immediately began some distant questions. (This woman never asked direct questions, but always used, first, smiles and rubbing her hands, and then, if it was necessary to find out something without fail and correctly, for example: when Arkady Ivanovich wanted to schedule a wedding, she began with the most curious and almost greedy questions about Paris and court life there, and only then did it even reach the third line of Vasilyevsky Island.) At other times, of course, all this inspired a lot of respect, but this time Arkady Ivanovich turned out to be somehow especially impatient and flatly wished to see the bride, although he had already been informed at the very beginning that the bride had already gone to bed. Of course, the bride appeared, Arkady Ivanovich directly told her that for a while, due to one very important circumstance, he had to leave Petersburg, and therefore he brought her fifteen thousand silver rubles in different tickets, asking her to accept them from him in the form of a gift, since he I had long intended to give her this trinket before the wedding. Of course, these explanations did not show a particularly logical connection between the gift and the immediate departure and the indispensable need to come for this in the rain and at midnight, but the matter, however, turned out very smoothly.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 40 It's not that he tormented me so much, but still I was shaken to the core; and even to the extent that the ordinary human feeling of a certain pleasure in another's misfortune, that is, when someone breaks a leg, loses honor, loses a loved one, etc. It is amazing how many extraneous thoughts can flash through the mind, precisely when one is completely shocked by some colossal news, which, really, should, it seems, crush other feelings and disperse all extraneous thoughts, especially small ones; and small ones, on the contrary, climb. And I was happy with that too. This, of course, is not how one speaks to women, and even to such women - or rather, to such a woman, because I did not consider Tatyana Pavlovna. Without saying anything else, at least I was sure that with this tone I erased everything funny that was in my position. , even this ordinary feeling of vile satisfaction has completely given way in me to another, extremely whole feeling, namely grief , unfortunately for Kraft, that is, unfortunately, I don\u2019t know, but some very strong and kind feeling. But there was no time to think about it a lot: Kraft was sitting in my head. Maybe it's impossible to say to the face of a woman of this rank: \"I don't give a damn about your intrigues,\" but I said it and was just about that and I was pleased. I was in a hurry to get home and - a wonderful thing - I was very pleased with myself."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "I hurried home and\u2014marvellous to relate\u2014 I was very well satisfied with myself. That's not the way one talks to women, of course, and to such women too\u2014it would be truer to say such a woman, for I was not considering Tatyana Pavlovna. Perhaps it's out of the question to say to a woman of that class that one spits on her intrigues, but I had said that, and it was just that that I was pleased with. Apart from anything else, I was convinced that by taking this tone I had effaced all that was ridiculous in my position. But I had not time to think much about that: my mind was full of Kraft. Not that the thought of him distressed me very greatly, but yet I was shaken to my inmost depths, and so much so that the ordinary human feeling of pleasure at another man's misfortune\u2014at his breaking his leg or covering himself with disgrace, at his losing some one dear to him, and so on\u2014even this ordinary feeling of mean satisfaction was completely eclipsed by another absolutely single- hearted feeling, a feeling of sorrow, of compassion for Kraft \u2014at least I don't know whether it was compassion, but it was a strong and warm-hearted feeling. And I was glad of this too. It's marvellous how many irrelevant ideas can flash through the mind at the very time when one is shattered by some tremendous piece of news, which one would have thought must overpower all other feelings and banish all extraneous thoughts, especially petty ones; yet petty ones, on the contrary, obtrude themselves.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 Actually, it's better this way because she loves you too. Now I know that you're in love with her and that you'd like to get even with Bjoring. So you could marry her right away. I rather suspected something of the sort, though. That's just what I was trying to find out. And now that friend will help you and will see to it that you do marry her. I'll get her for you, from the entrails of the earth if I have to! Ceci pose, cela change la question. That's why I had to see you first. That's the best move for you; I'd even say, you have hardly much choice. Also, I want you always to remember, Arkady, that you have a true friend, whom you can saddle and ride if you have to \u2014that's me, of course."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "That's why I was waiting for you. Listen, you, therefore, love her, and you want to take revenge on Bj\u00f6ring - that's what I needed to know. That's what I always suspected when I was waiting for you here. Ceci pose, cela change la question.[115] And so much the better, because she loves you herself. So you get married, without any delay, it's better. Yes, otherwise you can\u2019t, you stopped at the right one. And then know, Arkady, that you have a friend, this is me, whom you can saddle on horseback. This friend will help you and marry you: I will get everything from under the ground, Arkasha!"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 0, order = 40 As a golden light, it walks up the Wuchao. He said that the wild boar carries the burden, and it is the scolding of Bajie; the old stone monkey is the old grandson of the scolding. The elders went up to give thanks, and the traveler was furious in his heart. He raised his iron rod and looked up to make trouble. When Sanzang saw it, he grabbed the traveler and said, \"Wu Kong,\" such a bodhisattva, why would you pound his nest? \" Walker said:\" Where do you know? Even if the traveler has the power to stir the sea and turn the river, he does not want to hold a vine of Wuchao. Walker said:\" He scolded my brothers two for a fight. \" He saw thousands of lotus flowers, auspicious mist protecting thousands of layers. Sanzang said, \"Why did he scold you for the path to the West that he talked about?\" \""}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "This performance immediately drew the Thunder Duke and the Dame of Lightning out of the South Gate of Heaven. Both bowed before Monkey, who once more explained the situation and demanded to know why the deities were helping his rival. \u201c That Taoist knows what he\u2019s doing,\u201d said the Thunder Duke. \u201cAs soon as he heard the rain summons, the Jade Emperor dispatched a rain-making decree to the office of the Primordial Heavenly Lord of the All-Pervasive Thunderclap in the Nine Heavens, who then delegated us to provide some thunder and lightning.\u201d \u201cWell, as you\u2019re here, just hold fire a bit and you can help me instead,\u201d Monkey told him. The Taoist went into a frenzy of incense-throwing, charm-burning, spell-reciting, and tablet-banging. Next to be intercepted by Monkey in the skies overhead were the Dragon Kings of the Four Oceans. \u201cWhere d\u2019you think you\u2019re going?\u201d he roared. The four kings\u2014Aoguang, Aoshun, Aoqin, and Aorun\u2014bowed and listened to Monkey\u2019s summary of events.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 Even, in Saint-Loup, the expression of this very abstract tendency, which distanced him so much from my usual preoccupations, while appearing to me touching, bored me a little. He was one of those \"intellectuals\" quick to admiration, who shut themselves up in a book, concerned only with high thought. He had hardly had time to get to know his son, but had wished he was better than him. He was himself an intelligent man, exceeding the bounds of his life as a man of the world. His father would not have shared my regrets. And I do believe that unlike the rest of the family, he would have admired him, would have been delighted that he had abandoned what had been his meager entertainments for austere meditations, and, without saying a word, in his modesty of great spiritual lord, would have secretly read his son's favorite authors to appreciate how much Robert was superior to him. This young man, who looked like an aristocrat and a disdainful sportsman, had esteem and curiosity only for things of the mind, especially for those modernist manifestations of literature and art which seemed so ridiculous to his aunt; he was also imbued with what she called socialist declamations, filled with the deepest contempt for his caste, and spent hours studying Nietsche and Proudhon. I can say that, when I knew who his father had been, the days when I had just read memoirs full of anecdotes about this famous Comte de Marsantes, which sums up the special elegance of an already distant era , my mind filled with daydreams, eager to have details of the life that M. de Marsantes had led, I was furious that Robert de Saint-Loup, instead of being content with being his father's son, at the instead of being able to guide me in the old-fashioned novel that had been the existence of this one, would have risen to the love of Nietsche and Proudhon."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "The only things valued by this young man, who looked like an aristocrat and a supercilious sportsman, the only things which aroused his interest, were intellectual things, and especially those most modernistic examples of literature and art which his aunt thought so ludicrous. In addition, he was imbued with what she called the \u2018haverings of the socialists\u2019, spoke of his own class with heartfelt contempt and spent hours deep in Nietzsche and Proudhon.38 He was one of those \u2018intellectuals\u201939 whose ready admiration keeps them immersed in books, satisfying a hunger for ideas. Actually, the manifestation of this very abstract tendency in Saint-Loup, which was at such a remove from my own usual mental activity, though it struck me as touching, also annoyed me somewhat. For instance, after I realized who his father was, if I happened to have been reading somebody\u2019s memoirs full of anecdotes figuring the doings of the famous Comte de Marsantes, whom I saw as the epitome of the special elegance of a period already long past, in the mood of vague yearning aroused in me by the book I found it galling that my appetite for information on the life that M. de Marsantes had led must remain unsatisfied, because Robert de Saint-Loup, rather than being content to be a chip off the old block, rather than being able to lead me through the chapters of the outmoded romance of his father\u2019s life, had aspired to familiarity with Nietzsche and Proudhon. Not that his father would have shared my regret. For he too had been an intelligent man, whose embrace of the world reached well beyond the fashionable Faubourg. He had had little time in which to become acquainted with his son, but had hoped he would turn out a better man than he was himself. I suspect that, unlike the rest of the family, he would have admired this son, would have rejoiced to see his own trivial pastimes exchanged for serious pursuits, and that, without a word to anyone, like the witty but modest nobleman he was, he would have dipped privately into his son\u2019s favourite authors, so as to ascertain by how far Robert had outdistanced him."}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 40, order = 60 Your father is dead, excuse me, he was so absurd, but he did well that he hired you a Swiss Well, well done you, well done; tea, do you still raise ten pounds with one hand? Just you, look, come and say goodbye. - I did not think to wait for you; and not that I was going to die; no - I'll probably have enough for another ten years: The old woman patted him on the cheek. - Well, if tomorrow, then tomorrow. all of us, the Pestovs, are tenacious; your late grandfather used to call us two-stranded; but the Lord knew you, how much more you would have blabbed abroad. God bless, you know better. But, however, that it was I who cackled so; only Mr. Panshin (she never properly called him Panshin) was hindered from reasoning. ; remember, you fought with him on fists; gymnastics, is it called?"}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "\u201cWell, if to-morrow it must be. God bless you\u2014you know best. Only mind you come and say good-bye to me.\u201d The old woman patted his cheek. \u201cI did not think I should be here to see you; not that I have made up my mind to die yet a while\u2014I shall last another ten years, I daresay: all we Pestovs live long; your late grandfather used to say we had two lives; but you see there was no telling how much longer you were going to dangle about abroad. Well, you\u2019re a fine lad, a fine lad; can you lift twenty stone with one hand as you used to do, eh? Your late pap was fantastical in some things, if I may say so; but he did well in having that Swiss to bring you up; do you remember you used to fight with your fists with him?\u2014gymnastics, wasn\u2019t it they called it? But there, why I am gabbling away like this; I have only been hindering Mr. PanSHIN (she never pronounced his name PANshin as was correct) from holding forth.\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 60 You refused the service of Liao Hua, why then suffer this crowd? Now that my good fortune has brought me here, I hope you will not reject me. Thereupon they all shouted, \u201cWe will follow!\u201d As he seemed thoroughly in earnest, Guan Yu said, \u201c \u201cThey may do as they please; follow me or go their ways.\u201d But if you follow me, what of your companions?\u201d Let me be one of your foot soldiers to be always near you to carry your whip and run by your stirrup. I will cheerfully die for you.\u201d Guan Yu dismounted and went to ask the ladies what they thought of this. Lady Gan replied, \u201cBrother-in-Law, you have traveled thus far alone and without fighters; you have safely passed many dangers and never wanted their assistance."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "I hope the general will not abandon him and be accepted as a foot soldier sooner or later. If you hold the whip and follow the stirrup, you will be willing to die!\" The public saw how sincere his intention was, and he said, \"If you follow me, what will your servants be like?\" Cang said, \"If you want to follow, you will follow; if you don't want to follow, listen to me. It's okay. \" So everyone said, \"I would like to obey.\" Guan Gong dismounted to the front of the car and asked the second sister-in-law. Mrs. Gan said: \"My uncle left Xudu and traveled alone here on the road. He has gone through many difficulties, but he has never asked the army and horses to follow him. Former Liao Hua wanted to get along with him, but his uncle rejected him. How can I only tolerate Zhou Cang's crowd now?\n"}]
[{"from": "human", "value": "Paraphrase the following text to sound more like a human written text using the specified lexical and order values: lexical = 20, order = 60 This Pisces cuckold had a good head in all that; how the devil could a man, whose job it was to be clever, show himself to be so stupid at home. A murmur of disappointment ran: it was a pity, she imitated that to perfection. She remained dazed, looking like she had come out of a dream. Lady ! And, as Virginie was going back to her shop, they forgot old Coupeau, to talk lively about the Poisson household, a petaudi\u00e8re now; the day before, the ushers had come; the sergent de ville was about to lose his place; as for Lantier, he hovered around the girl from the restaurant next door, a magnificent woman, who was talking about setting up a tripe. Cheer ! that was it, we didn't ask for more. Well, if she couldn't! But they suddenly fell silent when they saw Gervaise, whom no one was looking at, and who was trying herself alone at the back of the box, trembling in her feet and hands, like Coupeau. we laughed about it, we already saw a tripi\u00e8re installed in the shop; after the delicacy, the solid."}, {"from": "gpt", "value": "Everyone was disappointed, and Virginie went away. Then everyone began to talk of the Poissons. A warrant had been served on them the night before. Poisson was to lose his place. As to Lantier, he was hovering around a woman who thought of taking the shop and meant to sell hot tripe. Lantier was in luck, as usual. As they talked someone caught sight of Gervaise and pointed her out to the others. She was at the very back of the loge, her feet and hands trembling, imitating Coupeau, in fact. They spoke to her. She stared wildly about, as if awaking from a dream, and then left the room.\n"}]

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