It was you - Switch - A small philosophical parable.

<b>It was you</b> - Switch - A small philosophical parable.

 SWITCH.

music by MIDISOFT
(C) Saggitarius
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I slowly walked down the street and kicked the boulder. Running 
it in the next flight, I turned my attention to who approached 
me rights. More precisely, he drew the mine

attention, loudly calling my name. Deciding
Kamenyuki that will not go away, I stopped and looked at him. 
All his face he was expecting a banal question, "How you know 
my name? ", but the water in puddles, frozen twenty-five 
degrees Celsius above does not inspire on long conversations. 
Therefore, the response was rather terse reply:  - Well?

 - Do you need a switch? - He asked.
 - On ..? - Had nearly escaped me.
 - Why?
 - To turn off! - Happily he said.

   - What's off? "- I sighed.
 - All "- a conspiratorial tone explained
This strange type.
 Crazy salesman, "- I decided,
Reiterating thoughts to the cobblestones.
 - Some authors refer to Switch
Emergency brake.
 Tormoznuv was swinging his leg,
 I said:
 - But I do not know what to do with it.
 - Sure, you know .- "he smiled.
 And I really knew.
 First class. Reading lesson. My classmates, utilizing its 
character recognition system, with difficulty collecting their 
in a single word. Young teacher nervous. I am able to read the 
age of five, I sit, quiet as an elephant, barely holding back

derisive laughter.
 - Vova, first paragraph .- says our teacher.
 - RE. E. Laye. I. Ka. A. - Vova tirelessly to wade through a 
thicket of knowledge.  The teacher frowned, and finally stops 
him and asks me to read repeatedly crippled by this time the 
first paragraph.

 - Great and mighty, our homeland. Not count
its green meadows and yellowing cornfields.
- Good for you. Five.
 That's when I was first born
the idea that different from other well.
 Diary of a third class: a fight with a friend. Reading - five. 
Drawing - five. He likes to talk in class. Mathematics

- Five.
 Eighth grade: A Conversation with the head teacher. Director 
of Studies: "Ham." Answer: "The very such." Physics - 5.

Algebra - 5. Literature - 5.
 Tenth grade: first direct
familiarity with law enforcement.
 Chemistry - 5. Biology - 5. Information technology -
5.
 Institute. Session at the five and
 - Let's go, we shall understand?
 - And why not go out.
 - Something you give me the guy does not like you. -
and impact, go ahead buddy. Return
in the hall and:
 - Girl, let me invite you to
dance?
 I was going right until you notice that someone is there too. 
If the left had already been taken, I am the first to invent 
the diagonal and eager for it. I went to other measurements

  of unknown to anyone before.
 But neither path was not new. What
thickness of either would be a layer of dust covering
it, it has always been somebody's tracks.
 And how tortuous nor had my way, but was
I seem to be in the same direction with everyone.
 At that time, I came upon a curious
book. Among other things, the author wrote: "There is a theory 
that thinks life coach, that you are, regardless of our it 
jumps to him one certain direction. But some residents of Car 
endeavor to find the emergency brake in order to stop this 
mockery and begin to explore those worlds, that they see 
through the window, past which fly every moment. "  I stopped 
trying to stand out, I spit for all and all, but I did not go 
without a goal. My goal was to stop the experiment,

go beyond the scope available to us and learn
Who are they disqualified. Simply put, I wanted to stop the 
train and look at the driver.  So the case gives me a hand. What

case?
 - Who are you? - I asked bluntly.
 - Is it so important? I imagine some kind of organization that 
concerns your excessive activity. Stop-cock so and so

would get in your hands, but before you could a crap heap of 
trouble.  - Yes, it is logical. And where is he?

 - You have in your pocket. I wish to have your
dream come true. Goodbye.
 I reached into my pocket and found a small
elegant priborchik with a single button.
 - How it works - looking up, I discovered that he was a 
tete-a-tete with cobblestones.  Arriving home, I drank coffee, 
took him into hands and thought. Do I have the right to decide 
for others? "Of course not." - I said, smiling for the first 
time in a long time, and pressed button.

 When I was gone, probably spent
some investigation, found nothing, handed it to the archive and 
given my apartment to someone else. I recently

time, if I may say so, often
thinking, who went over my coffin. However, I will never know, 
because in addition to fantasies, I have only one class -

think about what the author wrote that
immediately after the description of the emergency brake: "But 
even this theory can not tell what will happen after the 
application of emergency brake: to stop a car or a rush on, 
leaving the rails real fact that stop time. "

 And I, finally emerged from the community, there is only time 
and again to reflect on the phrase caught my gaze for a moment 
before, as I like a butterfly in amber, frozen in the fifth 
second the second hour of the afternoon the twentieth day of 
December one thousand nine hundred and ninety-seventh 

  year of our Lord.