I am on vacation. After passing the registration, I approached the plane, and now together with everyone I climb the stairs. When I entered, I found that I was in a trap. Most sit in chairs, and some whose seats are closer to the tail, stand in the passage. I don’t know the reason, but it doesn’t matter. Sometimes it happens. Behind me, some aunt is loudly outraged, which is quite fair. She demandingly knocks me in the back, and loudly demands to pass, not to stand like a buried. I turn to her and with the utmost kindness, I propose to go ahead of me. I will wait. There was a loud laugh among the passengers. For the first time I saw a woman silently red, out of anger, but can say nothing.