At the military ship repair plant there was a ship near the shore. There was a ship barrel with white paint near him. When the ship was leaving after the repair was completed, the botzman took on board this barrel with the remaining paint.
But on the asphalt from the edge of the barrel remains a white circle.
When, three years later, the ship approached the boat again, the boatman, descending from the trap, observed this picture: the young lieutenant taught the sailors how to carefully draw the flat contours of the same circle that left on the boat.
Botzman asked for the case:
Why do we need this circle?
The fuck knows him. The Lieutenant answered. We have been painting it for three years.