Nine Circles of Hell (user manual)

[Магат]

Colleague, what are you doing?

 

[Плотников Юрий Михайлович]

Colleague, what are you doing?

:?:

 

[Детективное агентство Тула]

Colleague, what are you doing?

And what do you think?

 

[george]

Thank you, informative information.

 

[Частный детектив Киров]

THANK!!!

 

[Детектив-Молдова]

Thank!
Everything is described below ...

Barefoot childhood rushed ...
Youth flew like an arrow ...
Maturity quietly slipped to us ...
Old age limped as she could ...

So why be sad about this friend
Life to live is not a field to go ...
Everyone deserves their due
To each according to the forces bear a cross!

The body is perishable, but the soul is eternal!
And beyond Life ... To be reborn again ...
It’s all temporary here, it’s not infinite,
Ahead is waiting for the Meeting and Love itself!

 

[Детективное агентство Псков]

Well, it’s not so bad.

 

[Татьяна 49]

Let me introduce to your attention the tale of Bormor (tales of demiurges), it may seem not quite on the topic, but in my subjective opinion, everything in the world is relative ...

Mood: mild, severe malaise
“Am I already dead?” The man asked.
“Yeah,” the demiurge Shambambukli nodded, not taking his eyes off the study of a thick impressive book. “He died.” Of course.
The man hesitantly shifted from one foot to the other.
-And what now?
The demiurge shot a quick glance at him and again buried himself in the book.
“Now, there you are,” he pointed without a finger at an inconspicuous door. “Or there,” his finger turned toward the other, exactly the same door.
“What is it?” The man asked.
“Hell,” answered Shambambukli. “Or paradise.” According to circumstances.
The man stood in indecision, looking from one door to another.
-Ah ... what about me?
“Do you yourself know?” The demiurge raised his eyebrow slightly.
“Well,” the man hesitated. “You never know.” Where should I be, according to my deeds ...
“Hm!” Shambambukli laid a book with his finger and finally looked directly at the person.
- Well, yes, but what else?
“Well, good,” Shambambukli opened the book closer to the beginning and began to read aloud. “It says here that at the age of twelve you transferred an old woman across the road.” It was so?
“It was,” the man nodded.
Is this a good deed or a bad deed?
-Good, of course!
“Now let’s see ...” Shambambukli turned the page, “five minutes later, an old tram moved across this old street. If you hadn’t helped her, they would have missed each other, and the old woman would have lived another ten years. Well how?
The man blinked dumbfounded.
“Or,” Shambambukli opened the book elsewhere. “At the age of twenty-three, you and a group of comrades participated in the brutal beating of another group of comrades.”
“They climbed first!” The man raised his head.
“I have it written differently here,” the demiurge objected. “And, by the way, the state of intoxication is not a mitigating factor.” In general, you never broke a seventeen-year-old teenager with two fingers and a nose. Is this good or bad?
The man was silent.
-After this, the guy could no longer play the violin, but he had high expectations. You ruined his career.
“I accidentally,” the man muttered.
“By itself,” Shambambukli nodded. “By the way, the boy hated this violin from childhood.” After your meeting, he decided to go in for boxing in order to be able to fend for himself, and eventually became the world champion. Continue?
Shambambukli turned over a few more pages.
Is rape good or bad?
-But I ...
-This child has become a wonderful doctor and saved hundreds of lives. Good or bad?
-Well maybe...
- In the midst of these lives was a maniac killer. Good or bad?
-But...
-A maniac killer will soon kill a pregnant woman who could become the mother of a great scientist! Good? Poorly?
-But...
-This great scientist, if he was allowed to be born, had to invent a bomb capable of burning out half of the continent. Poorly? Or is it good?
“But I couldn’t know all this!” The man shouted.
“Of course,” the demiurge agreed. “Or, for example, on page 246, you stepped on a butterfly!”
-And what came out of this ?!
The demiurge silently opened the book to the man and pointed with his finger. The man read, and his hair stirred on his head.
“What a nightmare,” he whispered.
“But if you hadn’t crushed it, this would have happened,” Shambambukli pointed a finger at another paragraph. The man looked and frantically swallowed.
- It turns out ... did I save the world?
“Yes, four times,” Shambambukli confirmed. “Crushing the butterfly, pushing the old man, betraying a friend and stealing his wallet from his grandmother.” Each time the world was on the verge of a catastrophe, but your efforts made it out of it.
-Ah ...- the man hesitated for a second .- But on the verge of this very catastrophe ... is it me too?
“You, you have no doubt.” Twice. When he fed a homeless kitten and when he saved a drowning man.
The man kneeled and he sat down on the floor.
“I don’t understand anything,” he sobbed. “Everything that I have done in my life ... what I was proud of and what I was ashamed of ... everything is the other way around, inside out, everything is not what it seems!
“That’s why it would be completely wrong to judge you by your deeds,” Shambambukli admonishedly said. “Only by intention ... but here you are your own judge.”
He slammed the book and put it in the cabinet, among other books of the same kind.
- In general, when you decide where you are, go to the chosen door. And I’m still up to speed.
The man raised a tearful face.
“But I don’t know for which hell and for which paradise.”
“And it depends on what you choose,” answered Shambambukli.
Tags: Shambambukli and Mazukta

 

[Роберт]

And I would not joke about this topic at all.

 

[Julie]

The man is dead. The Apostle Peter meets him at the gate and says: “In short, we have perestroika here and all that. In short, you will be in paradise, you will be in hell. You will choose it yourself.” The first day. Paradise. Cherubs, lambs in an embrace with lions, garden garden, etc. Second day. Hell. Like Las Vegas, casino lights, restaurant, girls. Day Three "Peter, I thought shorter, paradise is okay, but in hell somehow more fun." "Well, since you made your choice, then Hell." - said Peter and disappeared. A man went to hell. The darkness is impassable. He was beaten around one corner, robbed after another. He crawls to yesterday’s bar and asks the bartender, “And where is the roulette? And where are the girls?” "Duc, you were a TOURIST yesterday. And today you are an EMIGRANT !!!"