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Gregor
even
learned
,
listening
to
the
evening
conversation
about
what
price
they
had
hoped
for
,
that
several
items
of
jewellery
belonging
to
the
family
had
been
sold
,
even
though
both
mother
and
sister
had
been
very
fond
of
wearing
them
at
functions
and
celebrations
.
But
the
loudest
complaint
was
that
although
the
flat
was
much
too
big
for
their
present
circumstances
,
they
could
not
move
out
of
it
,
there
was
no
imaginable
way
of
transferring
Gregor
to
the
new
address
.
He
could
see
quite
well
,
though
,
that
there
were
more
reasons
than
consideration
for
him
that
made
it
difficult
for
them
to
move
,
it
would
have
been
quite
easy
to
transport
him
in
any
suitable
crate
with
a
few
air
holes
in
it
;
the
main
thing
holding
the
family
back
from
their
decision
to
move
was
much
more
to
do
with
their
total
despair
,
and
the
thought
that
they
had
been
struck
with
a
misfortune
unlike
anything
experienced
by
anyone
else
they
knew
or
were
related
to
.
They
carried
out
absolutely
everything
that
the
world
expects
from
poor
people
,
Gregor
’
s
father
brought
bank
employees
their
breakfast
,
his
mother
sacrificed
herself
by
washing
clothes
for
strangers
,
his
sister
ran
back
and
forth
behind
her
desk
at
the
behest
of
the
customers
,
but
they
just
did
not
have
the
strength
to
do
any
more
.
And
the
injury
in
Gregor
’
s
back
began
to
hurt
as
much
as
when
it
was
new
.
After
they
had
come
back
from
taking
his
father
to
bed
Gregor
’
s
mother
and
sister
would
now
leave
their
work
where
it
was
and
sit
close
together
,
cheek
to
cheek
;
his
mother
would
point
to
Gregor
’
s
room
and
say
“
Close
that
door
,
Grete
”
,
and
then
,
when
he
was
in
the
dark
again
,
they
would
sit
in
the
next
room
and
their
tears
would
mingle
,
or
they
would
simply
sit
there
staring
dry
-
eyed
at
the
table
.
Gregor
hardly
slept
at
all
,
either
night
or
day
.
Sometimes
he
would
think
of
taking
over
the
family
’
s
affairs
,
just
like
before
,
the
next
time
the
door
was
opened
;
he
had
long
forgotten
about
his
boss
and
the
chief
clerk
,
but
they
would
appear
again
in
his
thoughts
,
the
salesmen
and
the
apprentices
,
that
stupid
teaboy
,
two
or
three
friends
from
other
businesses
,
one
of
the
chambermaids
from
a
provincial
hotel
,
a
tender
memory
that
appeared
and
disappeared
again
,
a
cashier
from
a
hat
shop
for
whom
his
attention
had
been
serious
but
too
slow
,
—
all
of
them
appeared
to
him
,
mixed
together
with
strangers
and
others
he
had
forgotten
,
but
instead
of
helping
him
and
his
family
they
were
all
of
them
inaccessible
,
and
he
was
glad
when
they
disappeared
.
Other
times
he
was
not
at
all
in
the
mood
to
look
after
his
family
,
he
was
filled
with
simple
rage
about
the
lack
of
attention
he
was
shown
,
and
although
he
could
think
of
nothing
he
would
have
wanted
,
he
made
plans
of
how
he
could
get
into
the
pantry
where
he
could
take
all
the
things
he
was
entitled
to
,
even
if
he
was
not
hungry
.
Gregor
’
s
sister
no
longer
thought
about
how
she
could
please
him
but
would
hurriedly
push
some
food
or
other
into
his
room
with
her
foot
before
she
rushed
out
to
work
in
the
morning
and
at
midday
,
and
in
the
evening
she
would
sweep
it
away
again
with
the
broom
,
indifferent
as
to
whether
it
had
been
eaten
or
—
more
often
than
not
—
had
been
left
totally
untouched
.
She
still
cleared
up
the
room
in
the
evening
,
but
now
she
could
not
have
been
any
quicker
about
it
.
Smears
of
dirt
were
left
on
the
walls
,
here
and
there
were
little
balls
of
dust
and
filth
.
At
first
,
Gregor
went
into
one
of
the
worst
of
these
places
when
his
sister
arrived
as
a
reproach
to
her
,
but
he
could
have
stayed
there
for
weeks
without
his
sister
doing
anything
about
it
;
she
could
see
the
dirt
as
well
as
he
could
but
she
had
simply
decided
to
leave
him
to
it
.
At
the
same
time
she
became
touchy
in
a
way
that
was
quite
new
for
her
and
which
everyone
in
the
family
understood
—
cleaning
up
Gregor
’
s
room
was
for
her
and
her
alone
.
Gregor
’
s
mother
did
once
thoroughly
clean
his
room
,
and
needed
to
use
several
bucketfuls
of
water
to
do
it
—
although
that
much
dampness
also
made
Gregor
ill
and
he
lay
flat
on
the
couch
,
bitter
and
immobile
.
But
his
mother
was
to
be
punished
still
more
for
what
she
had
done
,
as
hardly
had
his
sister
arrived
home
in
the
evening
than
she
noticed
the
change
in
Gregor
’
s
room
and
,
highly
aggrieved
,
ran
back
into
the
living
room
where
,
despite
her
mothers
raised
and
imploring
hands
,
she
broke
into
convulsive
tears
.
Her
father
,
of
course
,
was
startled
out
of
his
chair
and
the
two
parents
looked
on
astonished
and
helpless
;
then
they
,
too
,
became
agitated
;
Gregor
’
s
father
,
standing
to
the
right
of
his
mother
,
accused
her
of
not
leaving
the
cleaning
of
Gregor
’
s
room
to
his
sister
;
from
her
left
,
Gregor
’
s
sister
screamed
at
her
that
she
was
never
to
clean
Gregor
’
s
room
again
;
while
his
mother
tried
to
draw
his
father
,
who
was
beside
himself
with
anger
,
into
the
bedroom
;
his
sister
,
quaking
with
tears
,
thumped
on
the
table
with
her
small
fists
;
and
Gregor
hissed
in
anger
that
no
-
one
had
even
thought
of
closing
the
door
to
save
him
the
sight
of
this
and
all
its
noise
.
Gregor
’
s
sister
was
exhausted
from
going
out
to
work
,
and
looking
after
Gregor
as
she
had
done
before
was
even
more
work
for
her
,
but
even
so
his
mother
ought
certainly
not
to
have
taken
her
place
.
Gregor
,
on
the
other
hand
,
ought
not
to
be
neglected
.
Now
,
though
,
the
charwoman
was
here
.
This
elderly
widow
,
with
a
robust
bone
structure
that
made
her
able
to
withstand
the
hardest
of
things
in
her
long
life
,
wasn
’
t
really
repelled
by
Gregor
.
Just
by
chance
one
day
,
rather
than
any
real
curiosity
,
she
opened
the
door
to
Gregor
’
s
room
and
found
herself
face
to
face
with
him
.
He
was
taken
totally
by
surprise
,
no
-
one
was
chasing
him
but
he
began
to
rush
to
and
fro
while
she
just
stood
there
in
amazement
with
her
hands
crossed
in
front
of
her
.
From
then
on
she
never
failed
to
open
the
door
slightly
every
evening
and
morning
and
look
briefly
in
on
him
.
At
first
she
would
call
to
him
as
she
did
so
with
words
that
she
probably
considered
friendly
,
such
as
“
come
on
then
,
you
old
dung
-
beetle
!
”
,
or
“
look
at
the
old
dung
-
beetle
there
!
”
Gregor
never
responded
to
being
spoken
to
in
that
way
,
but
just
remained
where
he
was
without
moving
as
if
the
door
had
never
even
been
opened
.
If
only
they
had
told
this
charwoman
to
clean
up
his
room
every
day
instead
of
letting
her
disturb
him
for
no
reason
whenever
she
felt
like
it
!
One
day
,
early
in
the
morning
while
a
heavy
rain
struck
the
windowpanes
,
perhaps
indicating
that
spring
was
coming
,
she
began
to
speak
to
him
in
that
way
once
again
.
Gregor
was
so
resentful
of
it
that
he
started
to
move
toward
her
,
he
was
slow
and
infirm
,
but
it
was
like
a
kind
of
attack
.
Instead
of
being
afraid
,
the
charwoman
just
lifted
up
one
of
the
chairs
from
near
the
door
and
stood
there
with
her
mouth
open
,
clearly
intending
not
to
close
her
mouth
until
the
chair
in
her
hand
had
been
slammed
down
into
Gregor
’
s
back
.
“
Aren
’
t
you
coming
any
closer
,
then
?
”
,
she
asked
when
Gregor
turned
round
again
,
and
she
calmly
put
the
chair
back
in
the
corner
.
Gregor
had
almost
entirely
stopped
eating
.
Only
if
he
happened
to
find
himself
next
to
the
food
that
had
been
prepared
for
him
he
might
take
some
of
it
into
his
mouth
to
play
with
it
,
leave
it
there
a
few
hours
and
then
,
more
often
than
not
,
spit
it
out
again
.
At
first
he
thought
it
was
distress
at
the
state
of
his
room
that
stopped
him
eating
,
but
he
had
soon
got
used
to
the
changes
made
there
.
They
had
got
into
the
habit
of
putting
things
into
this
room
that
they
had
no
room
for
anywhere
else
,
and
there
were
now
many
such
things
as
one
of
the
rooms
in
the
flat
had
been
rented
out
to
three
gentlemen
.
These
earnest
gentlemen
—
all
three
of
them
had
full
beards
,
as
Gregor
learned
peering
through
the
crack
in
the
door
one
day
—
were
painfully
insistent
on
things
’
being
tidy
.
This
meant
not
only
in
their
own
room
but
,
since
they
had
taken
a
room
in
this
establishment
,
in
the
entire
flat
and
especially
in
the
kitchen
.
Unnecessary
clutter
was
something
they
could
not
tolerate
,
especially
if
it
was
dirty
.
They
had
moreover
brought
most
of
their
own
furnishings
and
equipment
with
them
.
For
this
reason
,
many
things
had
become
superfluous
which
,
although
they
could
not
be
sold
,
the
family
did
not
wish
to
discard
.
All
these
things
found
their
way
into
Gregor
’
s
room
.
The
dustbins
from
the
kitchen
found
their
way
in
there
too
.
The
charwoman
was
always
in
a
hurry
,
and
anything
she
couldn
’
t
use
for
the
time
being
she
would
just
chuck
in
there
.
He
,
fortunately
,
would
usually
see
no
more
than
the
object
and
the
hand
that
held
it
.
The
woman
most
likely
meant
to
fetch
the
things
back
out
again
when
she
had
time
and
the
opportunity
,
or
to
throw
everything
out
in
one
go
,
but
what
actually
happened
was
that
they
were
left
where
they
landed
when
they
had
first
been
thrown
unless
Gregor
made
his
way
through
the
junk
and
moved
it
somewhere
else
.
At
first
he
moved
it
because
,
with
no
other
room
free
where
he
could
crawl
about
,
he
was
forced
to
,
but
later
on
he
came
to
enjoy
it
although
moving
about
in
that
way
left
him
sad
and
tired
to
death
,
and
he
would
remain
immobile
for
hours
afterwards
.
