-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Франц Кафка
-
- Процесс
-
- Стр. 7/42
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
would
have
to
humiliate
him
a
second
time
as
a
result
,
he
said
,
"
Thank
you
very
much
,
but
I
'm
afraid
I
will
have
no
time
on
Sunday
,
I
have
a
previous
obligation
.
"
"
Pity
,
"
said
the
deputy
director
,
and
turned
to
the
telephone
conversation
that
had
just
been
connected
.
It
was
not
a
short
conversation
,
but
K.
,
remained
standing
confused
by
the
instrument
all
the
time
it
was
going
on
.
It
was
only
when
the
deputy
director
hung
up
that
he
was
shocked
into
awareness
and
said
,
in
order
to
partially
excuse
his
standing
there
for
no
reason
,
"
I
've
just
received
a
telephone
call
,
there
's
somewhere
I
need
to
go
,
but
they
forgot
to
tell
me
what
time
.
"
"
Ask
them
then
,
"
said
the
deputy
director
.
"
It
's
not
that
important
,
"
said
K.
,
although
in
that
way
his
earlier
excuse
,
already
weak
enough
,
was
made
even
weaker
.
As
he
went
,
the
deputy
director
continued
to
speak
about
other
things
.
K.
forced
himself
to
answer
,
but
his
thoughts
were
mainly
about
that
Sunday
,
how
it
would
be
best
to
get
there
for
nine
o'clock
in
the
morning
as
that
was
the
time
that
courts
always
start
work
on
weekdays
.
The
weather
was
dull
on
Sunday
.
K.
was
very
tired
,
as
he
had
stayed
out
drinking
until
late
in
the
night
celebrating
with
some
of
the
regulars
,
and
he
had
almost
overslept
.
He
dressed
hurriedly
,
without
the
time
to
think
and
assemble
the
various
plans
he
had
worked
out
during
the
week
.
With
no
breakfast
,
he
rushed
to
the
suburb
he
had
been
told
about
.
Oddly
enough
,
although
he
had
little
time
to
look
around
him
,
he
came
across
the
three
bank
officials
involved
in
his
case
,
Rabensteiner
,
Kullich
and
Kaminer
.
The
first
two
were
travelling
in
a
tram
that
went
across
K.
's
route
,
but
Kaminer
sat
on
the
terrace
of
a
café
and
leant
curiously
over
the
wall
as
K.
came
over
.
All
of
them
seemed
to
be
looking
at
him
,
surprised
at
seeing
their
superior
running
;
it
was
a
kind
of
pride
that
made
K.
want
to
go
on
foot
,
this
was
his
affair
and
the
idea
of
any
help
from
strangers
,
however
slight
,
was
repulsive
to
him
,
he
also
wanted
to
avoid
asking
for
anyone
's
help
because
that
would
initiate
them
into
the
affair
even
if
only
slightly
.
And
after
all
,
he
had
no
wish
at
all
to
humiliate
himself
before
the
committee
by
being
too
punctual
.
Anyway
,
now
he
was
running
so
that
he
would
get
there
by
nine
o'clock
if
at
all
possible
,
even
though
he
had
no
appointment
for
this
time
.
He
had
thought
that
he
would
recognise
the
building
from
a
distance
by
some
kind
of
sign
,
without
knowing
exactly
what
the
sign
would
look
like
,
or
from
some
particular
kind
of
activity
outside
the
entrance
.
K.
had
been
told
that
the
building
was
in
Juliusstrasse
,
but
when
he
stood
at
the
street
's
entrance
it
consisted
on
each
side
of
almost
nothing
but
monotonous
,
grey
constructions
,
tall
blocks
of
flats
occupied
by
poor
people
.
Now
,
on
a
Sunday
morning
,
most
of
the
windows
were
occupied
,
men
in
their
shirtsleeves
leant
out
smoking
,
or
carefully
and
gently
held
small
children
on
the
sills
.
Other
windows
were
piled
up
with
bedding
,
above
which
the
dishevelled
head
of
a
woman
would
briefly
appear
.
People
called
out
to
each
other
across
the
street
,
one
of
the
calls
provoked
a
loud
laugh
about
K.
himself
.
It
was
a
long
street
,
and
spaced
evenly
along
it
were
small
shops
below
street
level
,
selling
various
kinds
of
foodstuffs
,
which
you
reached
by
going
down
a
few
steps
.
Women
went
in
and
out
of
them
or
stood
chatting
on
the
steps
.
A
fruitmonger
,
taking
his
goods
up
to
the
windows
,
was
just
as
inattentive
as
K.
and
nearly
knocked
him
down
with
his
cart
.
Just
then
,
a
gramophone
,
which
in
better
parts
of
town
would
have
been
seen
as
worn
out
,
began
to
play
some
murderous
tune
.
K.
went
further
into
the
street
,
slowly
,
as
if
he
had
plenty
of
time
now
,
or
as
if
the
examining
magistrate
were
looking
at
him
from
one
of
the
windows
and
therefore
knew
that
K.
had
found
his
way
there
.
It
was
shortly
after
nine
.
The
building
was
quite
far
down
the
street
,
it
covered
so
much
area
it
was
almost
extraordinary
,
and
the
gateway
in
particular
was
tall
and
long
.
It
was
clearly
intended
for
delivery
wagons
belonging
to
the
various
warehouses
all
round
the
yard
which
were
now
locked
up
and
carried
the
names
of
companies
some
of
which
K.
knew
from
his
work
at
the
bank
.
In
contrast
with
his
usual
habits
,
he
remained
standing
a
while
at
the
entrance
to
the
yard
taking
in
all
these
external
details
.
Near
him
,
there
was
a
bare-footed
man
sitting
on
a
crate
and
reading
a
newspaper
.
There
were
two
lads
swinging
on
a
hand
cart
.
In
front
of
a
pump
stood
a
weak
,
young
girl
in
a
bedjacket
who
,
as
the
water
flowed
into
her
can
,
looked
at
K
.
There
was
a
piece
of
rope
stretched
between
two
windows
in
a
corner
of
the
yard
,
with
some
washing
hanging
on
it
to
dry
.
A
man
stood
below
it
calling
out
instructions
to
direct
the
work
being
done
.
K.
went
over
to
the
stairway
to
get
to
the
room
where
the
hearing
was
to
take
place
,
but
then
stood
still
again
as
besides
these
steps
he
could
see
three
other
stairway
entrances
,
and
there
also
seemed
to
be
a
small
passageway
at
the
end
of
the
yard
leading
into
a
second
yard
.
It
irritated
him
that
he
had
not
been
given
more
precise
directions
to
the
room
,
it
meant
they
were
either
being
especially
neglectful
with
him
or
especially
indifferent
,
and
he
decided
to
make
that
clear
to
them
very
loudly
and
very
unambiguously
.
In
the
end
he
decided
to
climb
up
the
stairs
,
his
thoughts
playing
on
something
that
he
remembered
the
policeman
,
Willem
,
saying
to
him
;
that
the
court
is
attracted
by
the
guilt
,
from
which
it
followed
that
the
courtroom
must
be
on
the
stairway
that
K.
selected
by
chance
.
As
he
went
up
he
disturbed
a
large
group
of
children
playing
on
the
stairs
who
looked
at
him
as
he
stepped
through
their
rows
.
"
Next
time
I
come
here
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
I
must
either
bring
sweets
with
me
to
make
them
like
me
or
a
stick
to
hit
them
with
.
"
Just
before
he
reached
the
first
landing
he
even
had
to
wait
a
little
while
until
a
ball
had
finished
its
movement
,
two
small
lads
with
sly
faces
like
grown-up
scoundrels
held
him
by
his
trouser-legs
until
it
had
;
if
he
were
to
shake
them
off
he
would
have
to
hurt
them
,
and
he
was
afraid
of
what
noise
they
would
make
by
shouting
.
