I’ve always wondered how the same thing can be perceived completely differently.
Moscow suburb, river shore, biological station. During the summer period, the biostation is used by students of the biological and geological faculties for training. A lot can be written about the superposition on a limited forested territory of cute biological girls and a few more grounded geologists, but I am not about it:) Biology in general is a quieter and quieter, more contemplative science, compared to geology, a saturated passage of shurfs, drilling of drilling iron and all sorts of heavy equipment. Therefore, biologists are generally more decent people.
One day our task was to get acquainted with the basics of seismic exploration. Field miniature equipment, as stated in the instructions: "... easily transported by the forces of four people or two horses." Reception station (heavy-weighted electronic unit in a quarter cubic meter), cable with sensors length of 20 meters and a healthy square. The cable is spread over the ground in a line, its sensors are plugged into the ground, the station is placed in a row and receives signals from the sensors. And the output signal, which is captured by the sensors, is excited by striking the squad on the ground at different distances from the sensor lines. In order for the signal to be well received and recorded, a series of strikes are made in each point, each series from 20-30 to 60 strikes. Our group spread the equipment, stretched the cable...Who was sent to trigger the output signal? Right, I am the healthiest. In order for the shock wave to go better into the ground, I laid on the ground with a torch and scattered it with a cuval. Fifty times to swallow a healthy squid and with all the ability to break the pollen and so is not very easy, so you still have to hit the pollen every time! After each station, the pollen had to be changed, because the quavalda soaked it and it began to collapse. I pulled off the series, I was moved further along the path, pulled back again, left again. For the third time, I was already 100 meters from the reception station, which with the people hid behind the turn of the trail in the forest. Fresh pollen, crawling on it with anxiety, the forces are already out, the sweat of the river, even mosquitoes are no longer sitting, afraid of drowning... After a series of wounds: "Documented?" I replied from the forest: “No, the signal is bad, give it again and stronger, and then far away!” I shook badly, when I hit, I started to jump to hit stronger. The pollen half into the ground went and began to collapse... All, the end of the series! Suddenly I hear a voice, “Young man!” I turn around – on the path are the elderly man and woman, all so gentle, sympathetic, good-looking – well obviously biologists! The birds listened and went home to the base quietly. The man: "Look, Masha, you all wanted to see them - it is from geologists, our do not!" Two astonished eyes look at me as to an incomprehensible phenomenon of nature, as if related to biology, but not entirely. Here a man turns to me, “Young man, we didn’t want to bother you, but we need to go to the station. “Let me pass?” I move off the trail, pulling out the quilt. A man passing by the pit looked at him, and suddenly he turned to me and said with such a professor's voice: "We have been standing here for a long time and watching you. Maybe it will be a discovery for you, but I can't help but pay your attention: a tail has long since been invented for clogging wood! Ask, they will give you! And if you want to strike a col in the earth, it is better to sharpen it from below.” And with a sense of fulfillment of the enlightenment mission, this couple moved away toward the station. And I stood with a cuvaldo standing near the almost broken pollen. Interestingly, what else could be thought of by biologists when they watched a guy squatting pollen into the ground...
I saw the couple several times later at the station, and the man smiled to me every time as if he had revealed to everyone the secret of the existence of a tail.