Arkady and Boris Strugatsky. Roadside picnic (№ 255988)

The search for truth. She's hiding, and you are looking for. In one place I dug - yeah, the nucleus consists of protons. In the other dug - beauty, triangle a b C equals triangle a-Prim, b-Prim, C-Prim... You done good. It's worse for me. I the truth is dug up, but this time with her something to do... I Dug up the truth, and dug up a bunch of crap. You take any law of Archimedes. From the very beginning were correct and now it is correct, and always will be right. But's in the Museum of antique pot. At the time it scraps were thrown, and now he is in the Museum and is widely admired brevity pattern and unique shapes... All sighing and groaning, and suddenly it turns out that it's not antique, and slipped his archaeologists some crook or prankster. And the form he left is unique, and the figure concise, Ahan, oddly enough, subsides...