Memories of Professor V.A. Evstigniev.

A professor of mathematics prepared a book for publication. Reviewers found inaccuracies in the manuscript, the professor spends sleepless nights looking for correction. The editor is already rubbing and mosquitoing - the deadlines are burning. Ufff! Ready for printing! But at the last minute, as it always happens, there is a devil from the tobacco. The book is in a solid interwoven and should be covered with (colored!) The illustration. But there is no illustration, first, nobody knew, and secondly, we are mathematicians, not lyricists, we do not know!

Calls from the Presidium: How are the powers occupied? I have to print the works of the Academic X to the XX-year-old!!! to
In short, editor, if you do not solve the problem by evening, then let us let you together with the author "through the circle"!! to

The editor curses the day he agreed to the job, but what to do? Running to a familiar artist, he resolves the question for a bottle of vodka. The book is printed, the edition is published, Hurra!

The heated professor, shaking hands takes the first copy from the package, on the cover is drawn, as some gentlemen in frakes and cylinders walk through the forest.

The title of the book: The Count. The trees.”