This characteristic and instructive story was told to me in the old place of work by an elderly colleague, a very good man. He worked in the institute for many years, came to be arranged there as a boy, immediately after Universe. And the director of the institute was then one of the most famous scientists.

Here, my colleague tells me, he meets me at the passing staff of my future laboratory. The corridors lead, the institute shows. And it does not even come out to meet us, but magnificently floats out full of importance and self-satisfaction, such a burdensome, solid gentleman.
It carries itself carefully, the pulse - forward, the lower lip is protruding, in general - very impressive. I said I was scared of little. He greeted me quietly and respectfully. He didn’t shake his eyes, he didn’t turn his head, he passed by. I ask, “Is this probably your famous director?” And the guest laughs: "Well what, he says, it is - yes, six, he sits in the accounting office, he writes for us." Well, no figured out, I think if they have six such as the director...

And then suddenly, out of the corner, some crazy stranger runs out, sings something quietly under his nose, carries around the corridor almost in a jump. I also greeted him, however, quite carelessly. He stopped, in a radiant smile disappeared, as if he had seen the best friend, cried out, "Hello! He continued to jump. I say, what else is that shit? The driver laughs again:
“That’s what our director is.”