Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. He must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before.
1
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his.
2
The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size .
3
His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samp.
Stay and eat like a local
Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame.
Hurry up, these are expiring soon.
