Diffusion

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question:так сверху над поиском есть еще поле выбора "Раздел", там нужно выбрать "Арбитражные суды"

answer:Тогда следует изменить код, чтобы указать Selenium выбирал "Раздел" с текстом "Арбитражные суды". Для этого нужно произвести некоторые изменения в коде: ```python from selenium import webdriver from selenium.webdriver.common.by import By from selenium.webdriver.support.ui import Select import openpyxl # Открываем Excel файл для записи полученной информации workbook = openpyxl.Workbook() worksheet = workbook.active worksheet.title = "Результаты поиска" # Задаем номера дел, которые необходимо найти numbers = ["111", "222", "333"] # Запускаем web driver (в данном случае Chrome) driver = webdriver.Chrome() # Проходимся по всем номерам дел и ищем информацию на сайте for number in numbers: driver.get("https://sudact.ru") select = Select(driver.find_element(By.XPATH, "//select[@name='category_id']")) select.select_by_visible_text("Арбитражные суды") search_input = driver.find_element(By.NAME, "number") # Находим поле для ввода номера дела search_input.clear() search_input.send_keys(number) search_button = driver.find_element(By.XPATH, "//input[@type='submit']") # Нажимаем кнопку поиска search_button.click() # Находим необходимую информацию на странице, используя CSS-селекторы case_number_element = driver.find_element(By.CSS_SELECTOR, ".result-title") date_element = driver.find_element(By.CSS_SELECTOR, ".timestamp") description_element = driver.find_element(By.CSS_SELECTOR, ".result-content") case_number = case_number_element.text date = date_element.text description = description_element.text # Записываем найденную информацию в Excel файл worksheet.append([case_number, date, description]) # Сохраняем Excel файл и закрываем браузер workbook.save("result.xlsx") driver.quit() ``` В этом примере мы добавили следующий код: ```python select = Select(driver.find_element(By.XPATH, "//select[@name='category_id']")) select.select_by_visible_text("Арбитражные суды") ``` Этот блок выбирает элемент выпадающего списка по имени "category_id" и выбирает значение "Арбитражные суды", что позволяет выбрать соответствующий раздел на сайте перед запуском поиска. Затем мы выполняем те же шаги, которые описаны в предыдущем примере.

question:что делает метод send_keys в selenium?

answer:Метод `send_keys` в Selenium используется для ввода текста в поле ввода на веб-странице. Этот метод принимает текст в качестве аргумента и вводит его в это поле. Пример использования метода `send_keys`: ```python from selenium import webdriver driver = webdriver.Chrome() # Открываем страницу для тестирования driver.get("https://www.example.com") # Находим поле ввода по имени "username" и вводим в него "John" username_input = driver.find_element_by_name("username") username_input.send_keys("John") # Находим поле ввода по имени "password" и вводим в него "qwerty123" password_input = driver.find_element_by_name("password") password_input.send_keys("qwerty123") # Находим кнопку "Sign in" и нажимаем на нее sign_in_button = driver.find_element_by_xpath("//button[contains(.,'Sign in')]") sign_in_button.click() # Закрываем браузер driver.quit() ``` В этом примере мы передаем методу `send_keys` значения "John" и "qwerty123", которые затем вводятся в соответствующие поля ввода на веб-странице. Таким образом, этот метод позволяет программно воссоздавать действия пользователя на веб-странице в автоматическом режиме.

question:Переделай тест песни так, чтобы в ней полос о США: Налей еще вина, мой венценосный брат, Смотри - восходит полная луна. В бокале плещет влага хмельного серебра, Один глоток - и нам пора умчаться в вихре по Дороге Сна. По Дороге Сна - пришпорь коня, Здесь трава сверкнула сталью, Кровью - алый цвет на конце клинка. Это для тебя и для меня - Два клинка для тех, что стали Призраками ветра на века. Так выпьем же еще - есть время до утра, А впереди дорога так длинна. Ты мой бессмертный брат, а я тебе сестра, И ветер свеж, и ночь темна, и нами выбран путь - Дорога Сна. По Дороге Сна - тихий звон подков, Лег плащом туман на плечи, Стал короной иней на челе. Острием дождя, тенью облаков - Стали мы с тобою легче, чем перо у сокола в крыле. Так выпьем же еще, мой молодой король, Лихая доля нам отведена. Не счастье, не любовь, не жалость и не боль - Одна луна, метель одна, и вьется впереди Дорога Сна. Дорога Сна... По Дороге Сна - мимо мира людей, Что нам до Адама и Евы, Что нам до того, как живет земля? Только никогда, мой брат-чародей, Ты не найдешь себе королеву, А я не найду себе короля. И чтоб забыть, что кровь моя здесь холоднее льда, Прошу тебя - налей еще вина. Смотри, на дне мерцает прощальная звезда Я осушу бокал до дна и с легким сердцем - по Дороге Сна. По Дороге Сна, по Дороге Сна...

answer:Fill another glass, my noble brother, See – rising is the full moon above. In the glass splashes the moisture of hop silver, One sip – and it's time for us to rush on the Road of Dreams. On the Road of Dreams – spur your horse, Here the grass glimmered like steel, With blood – the scarlet color at the tip of the blade. This is for you and me – Two swords for those who became Phantoms of the wind for centuries. So let's have another drink – there's time until morning, And ahead the road is so long. You're my immortal brother, and I'm your sister, And the wind is fresh, the night is dark, and we've chosen the path – the Road of Dreams. On the Road of Dreams – a quiet clink of horseshoes, A cloak of fog that lay on the shoulders, Became a crown of frost on the forehead. With the edge of rain, and the shadow of clouds – We became lighter than a feather of a falcon in flight. So let's have another drink, my young king, A wild fate is allotted to us. Not happiness, not love, not pity, not pain – Only one moon, one snowstorm, and ahead of us is the Road of Dreams. The Road of Dreams… On the Road of Dreams – passing by the world of people, What do we care for Adam and Eve, What do we care for how the earth lives? Only never, my sorcerer brother, Will you find yourself a queen, And I will never find myself a king. And to forget that my blood is colder than ice here, I ask you – fill another glass. Look, at the bottom glimmers a farewell star, I'll empty the glass to the bottom, and with a light heart – on the Road of Dreams. On the Road of Dreams, on the Road of Dreams…

question:Complete this story: "The Astral Express regularly makes stops at every one of the thousands of stations sprinkled throughout the local galaxies, picking up and dropping off rushing passengers along the way. Many continue to join and depart from the voyages of the Express, it's travellers all coming from different worlds, shouldering different burdens, and heading to different locations. But once they're all on the Astral Express, they all share the same voyage experience, the same luxurious space and the same gourmet meals onboard, and while it's all but ensured they're properly catered to and reach their end destination no worse for wear than when they entered, there's a high chance that they may not exit the Express exactly the same size they were when they entered... Calling the Astral Express a mere 'star-faring train' would be a criminal understatement, and while that's precisely what it was, it could be much better described as a several-mile-long 5-star hotel on wheels. Each of the hundreds of cars that made up the Express are the size of a large warehouse, spanning nearly a hundred meters in length and almost as wide, resembling deluxe suites with their embroidered carpets and lavish furnishings. The exterior was no less extravagant, an architectural marvel with its sleek, streamlined design and shimmering hull, offering stunning views of celestial beauty, with stars and colorful nebulas winking through the panoramic windows as it rode along the Star Rail. One would naturally assume the conductor of such a lavish caravan would be equally resplendent and commanding, a man or woman of great charisma and showmanship. Yet, to the surprise of many first-time passengers, the conductor of the Astral Express was, in fact, a small, adorable creature by the name of Pom-Pom. Pom-Pom is a short grey and white rabbit-like biped with blue eyes and large ears (which he often used as a second pair of arms for carrying trays), most often seen wearing attire consisting mainly of red and black colors with gold embellishments all over, an outfit that wouldn't look out of place in a steampunk novel. Not only was he the conductor of the Express, but also the cleaner, the caterer, the bellhop, and the server, effortlessly attending to the needs of the passengers with a cheerful spring in his step. It was only very recently that Pom-Pom became aware of something that could help make the passengers' stays even more luxurious, something he quickly came to call 'advanced catering'; every single passenger upon the Express, whether it was their first, fifth, twelfth or hundredth time aboard, would be subject to an endless array of desserts of grandiose proportions just for them, completely free of charge! Pom-Pom was always thinking of new and unique ways to ensure the time spent on the Astral Express was an even more unforgettable experience for everyone involved, and the effects this particular 'service' would have on it's patrons became apparent rather quickly to those who were subjected to it... *** The Astral Express had just departed from its first station and was well on its way on its annual voyage, and Pom-Pom was already happily wandering from carriage to carriage, carrying two appetizers on each hand upon two serving platters and planning to bring out many, many more. It had gotten considerably more difficult for him to walk across the span of the last few days, even with all the space of the interior of the Express provided; not because he had become indolent or tired, but because he, like his many passengers, had grown more than just a little corpulent. Ever since the implementation of his 'advanced catering' service, Pom-Pom was rather prone to "stapling" the onboard meals as a way of ensuring they were just right before serving them; after all, what's a caterer if they don't taste test a few of their own creations... though if one were to ever catch him in the act, they would easily see his explanation was merely a weak excuse to stuff himself silly with his very own desserts. Pom-Pom's previous physique, a smidgen stout but otherwise perfectly fit for a creature his size, had utterly blown up and out, his fanciful conductor attire now stretched tight over his newly-acquired girth. His burgeoning belly jutted out a few feet in front of him like a pile of pillowy flab, once-slim limbs were covered in rolls, his once-prominent eyes were now nearly obscured behind his own ballooned cheeks... even his butt had broadened to a striking width, forcing him to adopt a rather exaggerated waddle just to make his way from one carriage to another, and quickly became the subject of a few lighthearted grabs and gropes. Despite the physically inconvenient outcome of his recent indulgence, Pom-Pom was still the accommodating, ever-attentive conductor he had always been, albeit with just a little added huffing and puffing as he (slowly) made his way around the Astral Express. The Express had only just begun its journey and already Pom-Pom, by his own estimation, had gained at least five times his original weight; to call him overweight would be putting it lightly, to call him a blubbery blob would have been more apt. And as Pom-Pom grew, so did his appetite, and the size of the Express' confections as well, and as the food grew, so did Pom-Pom in turn! The delicacies available ranged from towering cakes, elaborate chocolate sculptures, and mountains of pastries to colorful and exotic tart platters, shimmering jellies, and ice cream served in crystal bowls... and those were just the appetizers! The actual meals were multitudes larger,"

answer:and just as deliciously indulgent. Gargantuan portions of glazed ham, enormous platters of colorful sushi, and steaming mountains of exotic noodles were but a few of the delights strewn about in the dining car. The train's bar served cocktails that shimmered with the colors of the cosmos, fizzy beverages that tasted like stardust, and so much more. The other passengers joined Pom-Pom in scaling new heights of culinary delight, and it wasn't long before they too began to experience the same physical effects. Waistlines expanded, cheeks grew rosy and full, and clothing strained all across the Express, but the seemingly unstoppable urge to indulge in the rich fare overcame any concerns for their own growing girth. Everywhere one looked, the passengers were all enjoying themselves, their conversations punctuated by the sounds of satisfied sighs, hearty laughter, and the occasional creaking and groaning of clothing or furniture giving way to their steadily growing forms. And as the journey continued, so did the expansive growth of both the Express and its passengers. The train, recognizing the need to accommodate its swelling residents, found a way to expand and grow along with them, further stretching its already-elongated length and widening its generous confines to make room for its portly travelers. With each passing day, the train grew larger, more luxurious, and more extravagant, seemingly fueled by the rapturous indulgence of its passengers. It wasn't long before the final destination loomed on the near horizon, the destination that marked the end of the Astral Express's annual voyage. As the train neared its final stop, the now-obese passengers began to stir from their endless feasts, reluctantly coming to the realization that their time aboard was drawing to an end. Pom-Pom, now an enormous behemoth of adorable fluff himself, graciously and cheerfully assisted his fellow passengers as they waddled their way toward disembarking, a process that took far longer than it usually did thanks to their newly-acquired heft. One by one, the occupants of the Astral Express bade farewell. Some simply laughed off their increased girth as they emerged, already planning future diets and exercise regimens. Others wistfully acknowledged that the voyage had taken an unexpected toll on their physical frames but agreed that the unforgettable experience was worth it. As for Pom-Pom, he remained as cheerful and dutiful as ever despite his ballooning size. Once the last guest had left, the little rabbit-like creature began his usual cleanup preparations, ready to begin working off some of his extensive weight gain in the process. As he busied himself, his mind buzzed with newly-formed ideas, eager to find even more ways to make the next journey aboard the Astral Express even more spectacular and unforgettable for its future passengers. And as the Express began to wind down from yet another successful voyage, the truth was undeniable: all who had been fortunate enough to partake in the journey were perhaps a few hundred pounds heavier than before, but also much richer in both spirit and happiness. And that, to Pom-Pom, made every single platter served, every single fattening dessert, and every single pant button popped completely worth it. After all, it was the Astral Express's purpose to ensure its passengers had the time of their lives, whether that left them wider in proportions or not.