<正> The show was on.It was dark in the ciuema.One of the audience gotup,moved along the row of seats and went out into the smoking-room.A fewminutes later he returned aud asked the man sitting at the head of the row:“Excuse me,was it your foot that I stepped on when I was going out ainoment ago?”“Yes,”the man said,“but it doesn’t matter.It didn’t hurt at all.”“Oh,I knew you would forgive me.I was asking only because I wantedto make sure this is my row.”