SECRET

I've already died?-Man asked.
- Yeah, - nodded demiurge Shambambukli, not looking up from the study of the large impressive book. - Died. Absolutely.
The man hesitantly shifted from foot to foot.
- Now what?
Demiurge gave him a quick glance and then buried in a book.
- Now you go there - he was not looking pointed at inconspicuous door. - Or there - his finger turned towards the other, exactly the same door.
- What is it? - Asked about the man.
- Hell, - said Shambambukli. - Or paradise. For circumstances.
The man stood in indecision, looking from one door to another.
- Ah ... and me in what?
- And you did not know? - Demiurge slightly raised eyebrow.
- Well-y, - a man hesitated. - Never mind. Where there I put on my deeds ...
- Hmm! - Shambambukli laid the book with his finger and finally looked directly at the person. - The acts mean?
- Well, yes, but what else?
- Well, well, - Shambambukli opened the book near the top and began to read aloud. - Here it is written that the age of twelve you sent the old lady across the street. It is?
- It was - nodded people.
- This is a good deed or bad?
- Good, of course!
- Let's see ... - Shambambukli turned the page - five minutes old lady moved to another street tramway. If you had not helped her, they would have missed, and the old woman would have lived another ten years. Well, how?
The man blinked consternation.
- Or - Shambambukli opened the book elsewhere. - At the age of twenty-three years you are with a group of comrades took part in the brutal beating of another group of friends.
- They first climbed! - Raised his head man.
- I have written here differently - said the demiurge. - And, incidentally, the state of alcoholic intoxication is not a mitigating factor. In general, you're not for nothing that he broke seventeen teen two fingers and nose. Is that good or bad?
The man said nothing.
- After this guy could not play the violin, and in fact put more hope. You've ruined his career.
- I did not mean - mumbled people.
- Naturally, - nodded Shambambukli. - By the way, the boy from childhood hated this violin. After your meeting, he decided to take up boxing, to be able to stand up for themselves, and eventually became a world champion. Continue?
Shambambukli turned over a few pages.
- Rape - good or bad?
- But I ...
- This baby has a wonderful doctor and has saved hundreds of lives. Good or bad?
- Well, probably ...
- Among those lives and was owned maniac. Bad or good?
- But ...
- A maniac soon will kill a pregnant woman who could become the mother of the great scientist! Okay? Bad?
- But ...
- This great scientist if he had been given to be born, had to invent a bomb that could burn half of the continent. Bad? Or good?
- But I could not know all this! - Shouted the man.
- Of course, - has agreed to a demiurge. - Or, for example, on page 246 - you stepped on a butterfly!
- And from this, what happened?
Demiurge silently opened the book to the man and pointed. The man read, and the hair stirred on his head.
- What a nightmare - he whispered.
- But if you do not crush it, it would happen here - Shambambukli pointing to another paragraph. The man looked up and swallowed.
- Issued ... I saved the world?
- Yes, four times - confirmed Shambambukli. - Crushing a butterfly, pushing an old man, betraying a friend and stealing his grandmother purse. Each time the world was on the brink of catastrophe, but thy diligence scrambled.
- Ah ... - A man for a moment hesitated. - And on the brink of the catastrophe ... he, too, am I?
- You, you, no doubt. Twice. When fed a stray kitten and rescued when drowning.
The man gave way under his knees and he sat on the floor.
- I do not understand - he sobbed. - All that I have done in my life ... What I'm proud and ashamed of what ... the other way around, inside out, all is not what it seems!
- That's why it would be quite wrong to judge you for yours - didactically said Shambambukli. - Is that the intention ... but here you judge himself.
He slammed the book and put it in the closet, among other such books.
- In general, when you decide to, where you head for the selected door. And I still have cases of throat.
The man lifted his tear-stained face.
- But I do not know for some of them hell, but for a paradise.
- And it depends on what you choose - Shambambukli said.