human
I saw something wonderful in my sleep, said the cook, as she stretched herself in the early twilight the next morning.
gpt
I seemed to see Uncle Khveódor get down from the oven, and go out to cut wood. 'Look here,' says he, 'I'm going to help you, Násya;' and I says to him, 'How can you split wood?' but he seizes the hatchet, and begins to cut so fast, so fast that nothing but chips fly. 'Why,' says I, 'ain't you been sick?'--'No,' says he, 'I am well,' and he kind of lifted up the axe, and I was scared; and I screamed and woke up. He can't be dead, can he?--Uncle Khveódor! hey, uncle!
human
Now he can't be dead, can he? Go and see,
gpt
Go tell the superintendent; it seems he is dead,