Short stories: 1. A cultured evening (Stylistic tips and correction wanted :) ) One day an older man withouth much hair on his head read an advertisement in the news paper and decided to go to the theater. He wanted to order some tickets but the telephone line was always busy, so he went there in the evening and found a notice that the performance he wanted to see was sold out. The next morning he was standing in a long queue waiting for his turn and could finally buy two tickets. Back at home he was jumping and dancing and waving with the tickets in his hand when he told his wife that they were going to the theater tonight. She was very happy to hear that and went straight to the wardrobe to choose a nice dress. After long considerations she decided to put on an elegang long evening dress and lay out a black solemn suit for her husband. In the evening they put on their coats, a black hat and a dotted headscarf and went arm in arm to the bus station. Unfortunatelly, the people in the bus were packed like sardines. Our married couple was late and became nervous and had no other choice than to go to the theater by foot. The woman was nearly out of breath but she gave her best to keep up with her husband who took her by her hand and walked fast without looking back. Finally, they came on time, gave their coats in the garderobe and went to ther seats. Everything would have been fine if there was not this big fat man sitting in front of them and block with his bright back the view on the stage. Our couple tried to get a sight but it was no use. However, behind them were sitting some older women who were whispering, eating candy and rustling noicily with the candy wrepper. They were not aware or at least seemed not to care about the frowned glances their neighbours gave them for this inappropriate and annoying distraction. Soon, our couple became tired. The man dozed off, his wife yawned closing her mouth with her hand. After the performance ended all the visitors rushed to the wardrobe. They pushed each other and did not even realize, that they were stepping over an skinny as a stick old man who was lying on the floor. He was rying to get his hat, walking stick and gloves back, which were spread over the floor and, especially, he wanted to find his round glases before they got crushed by somebody. The swarm of visitors screamed and ranted untill they seperated at the exit. In the end our couple went under the cool rain home through dark streets with sad and tired faces.