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The
gentlemen
who
rented
the
room
would
sometimes
take
their
evening
meal
at
home
in
the
living
room
that
was
used
by
everyone
,
and
so
the
door
to
this
room
was
often
kept
closed
in
the
evening
.
But
Gregor
found
it
easy
to
give
up
having
the
door
open
,
he
had
,
after
all
,
often
failed
to
make
use
of
it
when
it
was
open
and
,
without
the
family
having
noticed
it
,
lain
in
his
room
in
its
darkest
corner
.
One
time
,
though
,
the
charwoman
left
the
door
to
the
living
room
slightly
open
,
and
it
remained
open
when
the
gentlemen
who
rented
the
room
came
in
in
the
evening
and
the
light
was
put
on
.
They
sat
up
at
the
table
where
,
formerly
,
Gregor
had
taken
his
meals
with
his
father
and
mother
,
they
unfolded
the
serviettes
and
picked
up
their
knives
and
forks
.
Gregor
’
s
mother
immediately
appeared
in
the
doorway
with
a
dish
of
meat
and
soon
behind
her
came
his
sister
with
a
dish
piled
high
with
potatoes
.
The
food
was
steaming
,
and
filled
the
room
with
its
smell
.
The
gentlemen
bent
over
the
dishes
set
in
front
of
them
as
if
they
wanted
to
test
the
food
before
eating
it
,
and
the
gentleman
in
the
middle
,
who
seemed
to
count
as
an
authority
for
the
other
two
,
did
indeed
cut
off
a
piece
of
meat
while
it
was
still
in
its
dish
,
clearly
wishing
to
establish
whether
it
was
sufficiently
cooked
or
whether
it
should
be
sent
back
to
the
kitchen
.
It
was
to
his
satisfaction
,
and
Gregor
’
s
mother
and
sister
,
who
had
been
looking
on
anxiously
,
began
to
breathe
again
and
smiled
.
The
family
themselves
ate
in
the
kitchen
.
Nonetheless
,
Gregor
’
s
father
came
into
the
living
room
before
he
went
into
the
kitchen
,
bowed
once
with
his
cap
in
his
hand
and
did
his
round
of
the
table
.
The
gentlemen
stood
as
one
,
and
mumbled
something
into
their
beards
.
Then
,
once
they
were
alone
,
they
ate
in
near
perfect
silence
.
It
seemed
remarkable
to
Gregor
that
above
all
the
various
noises
of
eating
their
chewing
teeth
could
still
be
heard
,
as
if
they
had
wanted
to
show
Gregor
that
you
need
teeth
in
order
to
eat
and
it
was
not
possible
to
perform
anything
with
jaws
that
are
toothless
however
nice
they
might
be
.
“
I
’
d
like
to
eat
something
”
,
said
Gregor
anxiously
,
“
but
not
anything
like
they
’
re
eating
.
They
do
feed
themselves
.
And
here
I
am
,
dying
!
”
Throughout
all
this
time
,
Gregor
could
not
remember
having
heard
the
violin
being
played
,
but
this
evening
it
began
to
be
heard
from
the
kitchen
.
The
three
gentlemen
had
already
finished
their
meal
,
the
one
in
the
middle
had
produced
a
newspaper
,
given
a
page
to
each
of
the
others
,
and
now
they
leant
back
in
their
chairs
reading
them
and
smoking
.
When
the
violin
began
playing
they
became
attentive
,
stood
up
and
went
on
tip
-
toe
over
to
the
door
of
the
hallway
where
they
stood
pressed
against
each
other
.
Someone
must
have
heard
them
in
the
kitchen
,
as
Gregor
’
s
father
called
out
:
“
Is
the
playing
perhaps
unpleasant
for
the
gentlemen
?
We
can
stop
it
straight
away
.
”
“
On
the
contrary
”
,
said
the
middle
gentleman
,
“
would
the
young
lady
not
like
to
come
in
and
play
for
us
here
in
the
room
,
where
it
is
,
after
all
,
much
more
cosy
and
comfortable
?
”
“
Oh
yes
,
we
’
d
love
to
”
,
called
back
Gregor
’
s
father
as
if
he
had
been
the
violin
player
himself
.
The
gentlemen
stepped
back
into
the
room
and
waited
.
Gregor
’
s
father
soon
appeared
with
the
music
stand
,
his
mother
with
the
music
and
his
sister
with
the
violin
.
She
calmly
prepared
everything
for
her
to
begin
playing
;
his
parents
,
who
had
never
rented
a
room
out
before
and
therefore
showed
an
exaggerated
courtesy
towards
the
three
gentlemen
,
did
not
even
dare
to
sit
on
their
own
chairs
;
his
father
leant
against
the
door
with
his
right
hand
pushed
in
between
two
buttons
on
his
uniform
coat
;
his
mother
,
though
,
was
offered
a
seat
by
one
of
the
gentlemen
and
sat
—
leaving
the
chair
where
the
gentleman
happened
to
have
placed
it
—
out
of
the
way
in
a
corner
.
His
sister
began
to
play
;
father
and
mother
paid
close
attention
,
one
on
each
side
,
to
the
movements
of
her
hands
.
Drawn
in
by
the
playing
,
Gregor
had
dared
to
come
forward
a
little
and
already
had
his
head
in
the
living
room
.
Before
,
he
had
taken
great
pride
in
how
considerate
he
was
but
now
it
hardly
occurred
to
him
that
he
had
become
so
thoughtless
about
the
others
.
What
’
s
more
,
there
was
now
all
the
more
reason
to
keep
himself
hidden
as
he
was
covered
in
the
dust
that
lay
everywhere
in
his
room
and
flew
up
at
the
slightest
movement
;
he
carried
threads
,
hairs
,
and
remains
of
food
about
on
his
back
and
sides
;
he
was
much
too
indifferent
to
everything
now
to
lay
on
his
back
and
wipe
himself
on
the
carpet
like
he
had
used
to
do
several
times
a
day
.
And
despite
this
condition
,
he
was
not
too
shy
to
move
forward
a
little
onto
the
immaculate
floor
of
the
living
room
.
No
-
one
noticed
him
,
though
.
The
family
was
totally
preoccupied
with
the
violin
playing
;
at
first
,
the
three
gentlemen
had
put
their
hands
in
their
pockets
and
come
up
far
too
close
behind
the
music
stand
to
look
at
all
the
notes
being
played
,
and
they
must
have
disturbed
Gregor
’
s
sister
,
but
soon
,
in
contrast
with
the
family
,
they
withdrew
back
to
the
window
with
their
heads
sunk
and
talking
to
each
other
at
half
volume
,
and
they
stayed
by
the
window
while
Gregor
’
s
father
observed
them
anxiously
.
It
really
now
seemed
very
obvious
that
they
had
expected
to
hear
some
beautiful
or
entertaining
violin
playing
but
had
been
disappointed
,
that
they
had
had
enough
of
the
whole
performance
and
it
was
only
now
out
of
politeness
that
they
allowed
their
peace
to
be
disturbed
.
It
was
especially
unnerving
,
the
way
they
all
blew
the
smoke
from
their
cigarettes
upwards
from
their
mouth
and
noses
.
Yet
Gregor
’
s
sister
was
playing
so
beautifully
.
Her
face
was
leant
to
one
side
,
following
the
lines
of
music
with
a
careful
and
melancholy
expression
.
Gregor
crawled
a
little
further
forward
,
keeping
his
head
close
to
the
ground
so
that
he
could
meet
her
eyes
if
the
chance
came
.
Was
he
an
animal
if
music
could
captivate
him
so
?
It
seemed
to
him
that
he
was
being
shown
the
way
to
the
unknown
nourishment
he
had
been
yearning
for
.
He
was
determined
to
make
his
way
forward
to
his
sister
and
tug
at
her
skirt
to
show
her
she
might
come
into
his
room
with
her
violin
,
as
no
-
one
appreciated
her
playing
here
as
much
as
he
would
.
He
never
wanted
to
let
her
out
of
his
room
,
not
while
he
lived
,
anyway
;
his
shocking
appearance
should
,
for
once
,
be
of
some
use
to
him
;
he
wanted
to
be
at
every
door
of
his
room
at
once
to
hiss
and
spit
at
the
attackers
;
his
sister
should
not
be
forced
to
stay
with
him
,
though
,
but
stay
of
her
own
free
will
;
she
would
sit
beside
him
on
the
couch
with
her
ear
bent
down
to
him
while
he
told
her
how
he
had
always
intended
to
send
her
to
the
conservatory
,
how
he
would
have
told
everyone
about
it
last
Christmas
—
had
Christmas
really
come
and
gone
already
?
—
if
this
misfortune
hadn
’
t
got
in
the
way
,
and
refuse
to
let
anyone
dissuade
him
from
it
.
On
hearing
all
this
,
his
sister
would
break
out
in
tears
of
emotion
,
and
Gregor
would
climb
up
to
her
shoulder
and
kiss
her
neck
,
which
,
since
she
had
been
going
out
to
work
,
she
had
kept
free
without
any
necklace
or
collar
.
“
Mr
.
Samsa
!
”
,
shouted
the
middle
gentleman
to
Gregor
’
s
father
,
pointing
,
without
wasting
any
more
words
,
with
his
forefinger
at
Gregor
as
he
slowly
moved
forward
.
