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The
evening
before
K.
's
thirty-first
birthday
-
it
was
about
nine
o'clock
in
the
evening
,
the
time
when
the
streets
were
quiet
-
two
men
came
to
where
he
lived
.
In
frock
coats
,
pale
and
fat
,
wearing
top
hats
that
looked
like
they
could
not
be
taken
off
their
heads
.
After
some
brief
formalities
at
the
door
of
the
flat
when
they
first
arrived
,
the
same
formalities
were
repeated
at
greater
length
at
K.
's
door
.
He
had
not
been
notified
they
would
be
coming
,
but
K.
sat
in
a
chair
near
the
door
,
dressed
in
black
as
they
were
,
and
slowly
put
on
new
gloves
which
stretched
tightly
over
his
fingers
and
behaved
as
if
he
were
expecting
visitors
.
He
immediately
stood
up
and
looked
at
the
gentlemen
inquisitively
.
"
You
've
come
for
me
then
,
have
you
?
"
he
asked
.
The
gentlemen
nodded
,
one
of
them
indicated
the
other
with
the
top
hand
now
in
his
hand
.
K.
told
them
he
had
been
expecting
a
different
visitor
.
He
went
to
the
window
and
looked
once
more
down
at
the
dark
street
.
Most
of
the
windows
on
the
other
side
of
the
street
were
also
dark
already
,
many
of
them
had
the
curtains
closed
.
In
one
of
the
windows
on
the
same
floor
where
there
was
a
light
on
,
two
small
children
could
be
seen
playing
with
each
other
inside
a
playpen
,
unable
to
move
from
where
they
were
,
reaching
out
for
each
other
with
their
little
hands
.
"
Some
ancient
,
unimportant
actors
-
that
's
what
they
've
sent
for
me
,
"
said
K.
to
himself
,
and
looked
round
once
again
to
confirm
this
to
himself
.
"
They
want
to
sort
me
out
as
cheaply
as
they
can
.
"
K.
suddenly
turned
round
to
face
the
two
men
and
asked
,
"
What
theatre
do
you
play
in
?
"
"
Theatre
?
"
asked
one
of
the
gentlemen
,
turning
to
the
other
for
assistance
and
pulling
in
the
corners
of
his
mouth
.
The
other
made
a
gesture
like
someone
who
was
dumb
,
as
if
he
were
struggling
with
some
organism
causing
him
trouble
.
"
You
're
not
properly
prepared
to
answer
questions
,
"
said
K.
and
went
to
fetch
his
hat
.
As
soon
as
they
were
on
the
stairs
the
gentlemen
wanted
to
take
K.
's
arms
,
but
K.
said
"
Wait
till
we
're
in
the
street
,
I
'm
not
ill
.
"
But
they
waited
only
until
the
front
door
before
they
took
his
arms
in
a
way
that
K.
had
never
experienced
before
.
They
kept
their
shoulders
close
behind
his
,
did
not
turn
their
arms
in
but
twisted
them
around
the
entire
length
of
K.
's
arms
and
took
hold
of
his
hands
with
a
grasp
that
was
formal
,
experienced
and
could
not
be
resisted
.
K.
was
held
stiff
and
upright
between
them
,
they
formed
now
a
single
unit
so
that
if
any
one
of
them
had
been
knocked
down
all
of
them
must
have
fallen
.
They
formed
a
unit
of
the
sort
that
normally
can
be
formed
only
by
matter
that
is
lifeless
.
Whenever
they
passed
under
a
lamp
K.
tried
to
see
his
companions
more
clearly
,
as
far
as
was
possible
when
they
were
pressed
so
close
together
,
as
in
the
dim
light
of
his
room
this
had
been
hardly
possible
.
"
Maybe
they
're
tenors
,
"
he
thought
as
he
saw
their
big
double
chins
.
The
cleanliness
of
their
faces
disgusted
him
.
He
could
see
the
hands
that
cleaned
them
,
passing
over
the
corners
of
their
eyes
,
rubbing
at
their
upper
lips
,
scratching
out
the
creases
on
those
chins
.
When
K.
noticed
that
,
he
stopped
,
which
meant
the
others
had
to
stop
too
;
they
were
at
the
edge
of
an
open
square
,
devoid
of
people
but
decorated
with
flower
beds
.
"
Why
did
they
send
you
,
of
all
people
!
"
he
cried
out
,
more
a
shout
than
a
question
.
The
two
gentleman
clearly
knew
no
answer
to
give
,
they
waited
,
their
free
arms
hanging
down
,
like
nurses
when
the
patient
needs
to
rest
.
"
I
will
go
no
further
,
"
said
K.
as
if
to
see
what
would
happen
.
The
gentlemen
did
not
need
to
make
any
answer
,
it
was
enough
that
they
did
not
loosen
their
grip
on
K.
and
tried
to
move
him
on
,
but
K.
resisted
them
.
"
I
'll
soon
have
no
need
of
much
strength
,
I
'll
use
all
of
it
now
,
"
he
thought
.
He
thought
of
the
flies
that
tear
their
legs
off
struggling
to
get
free
of
the
flypaper
.
"
These
gentleman
will
have
some
hard
work
to
do
"
.
Just
then
,
Miss
Bürstner
came
up
into
the
square
in
front
of
them
from
the
steps
leading
from
a
small
street
at
a
lower
level
.
It
was
not
certain
that
it
was
her
,
although
the
similarity
was
,
of
course
,
great
.
But
it
did
not
matter
to
K.
whether
it
was
certainly
her
anyway
,
he
just
became
suddenly
aware
that
there
was
no
point
in
his
resistance
.
There
would
be
nothing
heroic
about
it
if
he
resisted
,
if
he
now
caused
trouble
for
these
gentlemen
,
if
in
defending
himself
he
sought
to
enjoy
his
last
glimmer
of
life
.
He
started
walking
,
which
pleased
the
gentlemen
and
some
of
their
pleasure
conveyed
itself
to
him
.
Now
they
permitted
him
to
decide
which
direction
they
took
,
and
he
decided
to
take
the
direction
that
followed
the
young
woman
in
front
of
them
,
not
so
much
because
he
wanted
to
catch
up
with
her
,
nor
even
because
he
wanted
to
keep
her
in
sight
for
as
long
as
possible
,
but
only
so
that
he
would
not
forget
the
reproach
she
represented
for
him
.
"
The
only
thing
I
can
do
now
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
and
his
thought
was
confirmed
by
the
equal
length
of
his
own
steps
with
the
steps
of
the
two
others
,
"
the
only
thing
I
can
do
now
is
keep
my
common
sense
and
do
what
's
needed
right
till
the
end
.
I
always
wanted
to
go
at
the
world
and
try
and
do
too
much
,
and
even
to
do
it
for
something
that
was
not
too
cheap
.
That
was
wrong
of
me
.
Should
I
now
show
them
I
learned
nothing
from
facing
trial
for
a
year
?
Should
I
go
out
like
someone
stupid
?
Should
I
let
anyone
say
,
after
I
'm
gone
,
that
at
the
start
of
the
proceedings
I
wanted
to
end
them
,
and
that
now
that
they
've
ended
I
want
to
start
them
again
?
I
do
n't
want
anyone
to
say
that
.
I
'm
grateful
they
sent
these
unspeaking
,
uncomprehending
men
to
go
with
me
on
this
journey
,
and
that
it
's
been
left
up
to
me
to
say
what
's
necessary
"
.
Meanwhile
,
the
young
woman
had
turned
off
into
a
side
street
,
but
K.
could
do
without
her
now
and
let
his
companions
lead
him
.
All
three
of
them
now
,
in
complete
agreement
,
went
over
a
bridge
in
the
light
of
the
moon
,
the
two
gentlemen
were
willing
to
yield
to
each
little
movement
made
by
K.
as
he
moved
slightly
towards
the
edge
and
directed
the
group
in
that
direction
as
a
single
unit
.
The
moonlight
glittered
and
quivered
in
the
water
,
which
divided
itself
around
a
small
island
covered
in
a
densely-piled
mass
of
foliage
and
trees
and
bushes
.
Beneath
them
,
now
invisible
,
there
were
gravel
paths
with
comfortable
benches
where
K.
had
stretched
himself
out
on
many
summer
's
days
.
"
I
did
n't
actually
want
to
stop
here
,
"
he
said
to
his
companions
,
shamed
by
their
compliance
with
his
wishes
.
Behind
K.
's
back
one
of
them
seemed
to
quietly
criticise
the
other
for
the
misunderstanding
about
stopping
,
and
then
they
went
on
.
They
went
on
up
through
several
streets
where
policemen
were
walking
or
standing
here
and
there
;
some
in
the
distance
and
then
some
very
close
.
One
of
them
with
a
bushy
moustache
,
his
hand
on
the
grip
of
his
sword
,
seemed
to
have
some
purpose
in
approaching
the
group
,
which
was
hardly
unsuspicious
.
The
two
gentlemen
stopped
,
the
policeman
seemed
about
to
open
his
mouth
,
and
then
K.
drove
his
group
forcefully
forward
.
Several
times
he
looked
back
cautiously
to
see
if
the
policeman
was
following
;
but
when
they
had
a
corner
between
themselves
and
the
policeman
K.
began
to
run
,
and
the
two
gentlemen
,
despite
being
seriously
short
of
breath
,
had
to
run
with
him
.
