The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke […]
Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad.