When Gregor Samsa awoke from a restless dream, he found himself transformed into a giant flea in his bed.His back had become a steel shell, and when he looked up a little, he saw his arched brown belly.The belly is stiff, bow-shaped, and divided into many small pieces connected together.The high part of the belly formed an all-round downward trend, and the quilt could hardly cover it tightly.His many legs, wretchedly thin and tiny compared with the rest of its body, shimmered helplessly before him, under his eyelids. "What's the matter with me!" thought Gregor. It was not a dream.His room was an ordinary man's room, only slightly smaller.The room is quiet, surrounded by familiar walls, the collected fabric samples are spread out on the table, and there is a picture hanging up, which he cut out from a pictorial not long ago.Set in a beautiful gilt frame, it is a portrait of a lady.The lady in the painting wears a wool cap on her head and a long and narrow wool scarf around her neck, in a sitting posture.The lower part of the arm is hidden in the fur warmer.This painting is high above the sky, showing a kind of down-to-earth style to the visitors.

Gregor looked out the window, it was a gloomy day--you could hear the rain beating on the window-sills--and it made him feel depressed. "What if I sleep now and forget about all the stupid stuff?" he thought to himself.But this is impossible at all, because he is used to sleeping on the right side, but now he sleeps on his back and cannot turn over to the right side. Although he has used a lot of strength, it still doesn't help.He tried a hundred times, closing his eyes so as not to see those flailing calves.He stopped trying to turn over when he began to feel a slight dull pain in one side that he had never experienced before.

"My God," he thought, "what a hard job I've chosen. I'm on the go day in and day out. There's so much more excitement out there in business than at home, in a company." In addition, you have to bear the fatigue of the journey, you have to consider the intermodal transport of the train, the meals are irregular, the food is poor, and the frequent traffic changes are impersonal and warm. Let this kind of travel work go to hell Go!" At this moment, he felt a little itchy in his belly, so he slowly moved his back near the bedpost so that he could lift his head.He saw the itchy spot, it was full of small white spots, he couldn't figure out what those things were, he tried to touch the spot with his leg, but he pulled back immediately, because while touching, he hit a chills.

So he slid back to his original position. "Early," he thought, "makes people dull, people sleep, and other travelers live like boudoir women. For example, when I walked back to the anteroom during this morning, remembering Gentlemen don't eat breakfast until after the tasks assigned to me, if you don't believe me, try it at my superiors, and I will fly out at once; but who knows, whether it will be of any benefit to me? I should have declared my resignation a long time ago because of my parents, and I should have gone to my superior to confide my heart and soul. He would definitely fall off the desk after hearing my words; It was talking condescendingly to the clerk, who had to be very close to him because of his hearing loss. Now, hopefully, I've saved a little money to pay off my parents' debt to him -- the debt I'm afraid it will take five or six years to pay it back--I absolutely will; and then I'll get a huge profit. At the moment, I'm going to get up anyway, because I'm taking the five o'clock car."

He looked over to the alarm clock, which was ticking away on a box. "My God!" he thought, "it's already half past five, and the pointer is still moving quietly. It's even past half past five, and it's close to quarter past five. Hasn't the alarm clock gone off? From the bed, the clock stopped at four o’clock, that’s right, it must have rang. Yes, the alarm clock that shook the furniture actually stopped, is it possible? Now, Gregor is quiet, but he is not asleep Ya! But maybe he's sleeping more soundly, so what's he going to do now? The next bus is at seven, so hurry up and go. He's gotta pack something. He doesn't think he's special Alert and energetic. Even though he was catching the train, it was inevitable that his superiors would be furious, because the assistant was already waiting for Gregor at the station at five o'clock, and he must have reported his missed train to his superiors. Spineless and sane. It would be especially embarrassing and questionable if he reported that Gregor was ill, because Gregor hadn't had a single illness during his five-year tenure, and his superiors would definitely have to talk to the Medicare doctor Come together, and blame the parents for their son being lazy. Instruct the doctor to raise all kinds of objections: Is he fair in the case of saying that he is healthy and lazy at work? Overslept, or overslept. He himself was perfectly healthy, and even extraordinarily hungry.

After thinking about all this in a hurry, he had no time to make a decision, so he left the bed-the alarm clock rang, and it was exactly quarter to six.At this time someone knocked on the door next to the bedside, "Gregor,"—this was the mother's voice, "it's a quarter past six, why haven't you started yet?" The voice was so soft that he Also answered.But he was startled when he heard his own voice speaking back, which was his old voice, which was unmistakable, but mixed with an unmuffled insect sound from below, which had only the beginning It was clear in an instant, but the dragging sound was blurred, which made people panic and wonder if they heard it correctly.Gregor wanted to answer his mother's questions in detail and explain all this, but because his voice changed, he could only return the following words: "Yes, yes, thank you mother, I have woken up." There was no sound outside the door. Sensing the change in the voice, he stepped on his slippers and left with peace of mind.However, through this conversation, other people in the family heard that Gregor had not gotten up as everyone expected, but remained in the room without action.

Father knocked lightly on one of the side doors, but with his fist.He called: "Gregor, what's the matter?" After a while, he reminded again in a low voice: "Gregor, Gregor." He asked with concern: "Is Gregor? Are you uncomfortable? Do you need something?" Gregor replied to both sides: "I'm ready." Gregor pronounced very carefully this time, and it was He spit it out word by word so that people could hear him clearly, and my father went to eat too.But the younger sister was still whispering, "Gregor, open the door, I beg you." Gregor didn't want to open the door at all. Last night, he had carefully locked all the doors in the room.

First he had to be quiet, then get up and dress, and eat his breakfast before thinking about anything else.Because he noticed that thinking about things in bed did not lead to good results, he recalled that he used to feel some mild pain in bed, which may be caused by poor sleeping position.When I wake up, I feel that this pain is completely a hallucination.This time he also felt a little pain in bed, and his voice changed, but when he got up, he didn't have any hallucinations anymore, it was all real.He was very alert. This change in voice was nothing but a sign of a cold, a sign of a traveler's occupational disease, there was no doubt about it.

Lifting the quilt was a very simple matter, and the quilt fell off without any effort, but the next thing was very troublesome, especially when standing up, it seemed even more troublesome.For his body was already unusually broad, which required the help of arms and hands; he had neither of these now, only many tiny legs, and they kept moving around, and he couldn't control the fluttering of the lower legs.If one of the legs was to be bent, it had to be straightened first, which he finally did, and he used it to do whatever he wanted.At this time the other legs, as if liberated, began to work in the same way, in a state of high excitement and excruciating pain.Gregor thought to himself: "Can I leave the bed?"

First he left the bed with his lower body, but he hadn't seen his lower body since he turned into a big flea, he couldn't imagine what this lower body was like, but he moved very clumsily, walked very slowly, and when he finally went crazy Yes, when he walked forward desperately, he really tried his best; but the direction was wrong, and he hit the lower part of the bedpost hard, and he felt a burning pain.This made him realize that his lower body was perhaps the most sensitive part of his body. So he tried to leave the bed with his upper body first, and turned his head carefully to the edge of the bed. He did it easily, although his lower body was wide and heavy, but with the turning of the head, his body finally turned, but when he finally When he propped his head up outside the bed, he was taken aback and dared not proceed with this method.Because if you continue to make progress, you will inevitably fall in the end. Is it strange if your head doesn't get hurt?It wasn't worth going on like this, and he'd better stay in bed.

But as he struggled back to his original position lying on the bed, he sighed and watched even more angrily as his little legs bumped into each other and struggled.He couldn't think of a way to deal with the commotion of the calves, and he thought to himself that he couldn't lie on this bed either.Desperate release from bed, even if there is little hope of release, is worth it.But remembering the past is the teacher of the future. During this period, he also did not forget: quiet thinking is much more rewarding than rash decisions.At this time, he kept his eyes on the window as much as possible, but unfortunately he only saw the morning mist covering the opposite side of the narrow street, from which he did not gain much confidence and cheerfulness.The alarm clock went off again. "It's seven o'clock," he thought, "it's seven o'clock, and there's always this fog." He lay in bed for a while, breathing peacefully and weakly, as if he was expecting to return from utter silence. True, natural state. Then he thought again: before 7:15, I must get out of bed unconditionally, then someone from the company will definitely come to ask me, because the company is open before 7:00.He began to shake his whole lanky, shapely body out of the bed, and if he did this he would have to hold his head high, and he probably wouldn't hurt his head.As for the back, it seems to be hard. Nothing abnormal will happen if it falls on the carpet. The biggest consideration is the noise. Although the noise will not cause intimidation, it must also alarm everyone outside the door.There must be noise, and the risk has to be taken. When Gregor emerged halfway out of the bed--this new method was more a game than a hardship, he always had to rock back--then it occurred to him that if someone came to help him now How easy it is for him to wake up.More than enough for two people. --he thought of his father's cook--they could just move their arms under his arched back so that they could get him out of the bed, and they had to bend over, patiently, carefully because of the weight of their bodies Move; so that Gregor can roll over on the floor, hopefully with the shins on the floor, being careful not to hop around.Besides, the door is still locked!Should he really call for help?He desperately suppresses a smile when he thinks about it. It's not even close!He shook himself vigorously, but still felt unbalanced, and made a final decision at once, for it was only five minutes to eight o'clock.At this moment there was a knock on the door, and Gregor thought, "Here's someone from the company," and he was almost dumbfounded.At this time, the calf danced more happily.For a while everything was quiet.He thought, "You don't open the door," he wished subconsciously.He thought this time it must be the maid as usual, and she went straight to the door with firm steps and opened it.Gregor was only waiting for the sound of someone coming in to greet him, and already knew who was coming—it turned out to be the company plenipotentiary himself.well!Why was Gregor the only one destined to serve in this company?As long as there is a slight mistake here, it will be questioned. Are all the employees in the company useless?Is there not a loyal and reliable element among them?And this man was out of business for only a few hours one morning, and his conscience had grown so nervous that he couldn't leave his bed, and even so, it would have been enough to send an apprentice to interrogate-- If there is a need to interrogate --- don't do this, but I came here on behalf of myself, and declared to his innocent family that I have the ability to pursue this matter on behalf of myself, is that really the case? --Grigor became excited when he thought of this matter. Before the representative came, he decided to get up. On the one hand, it was out of excitement, and more out of his own correct decision.So he shook it as hard as he could and got out of bed.It did make a noise when it rolled to the ground, but it wasn't very loud. On the one hand, the carpet dampened the sound, and on the other hand, the elasticity of the back was better than Gregor had imagined, so the sound of falling to the ground was not that loud at all.There was only the head, which, to his chagrin and pain, received a little bump from not being careful enough to lift it high enough, so he turned it and stroked it on the rug. "Something must have been lost in this room; said the representative in the next room on the left. Gregor wondered whether the representative had undergone a change similar to what happened to him today in Gregor? There was a possibility, and at this moment The representative, plodding in the next room, in patent leather boots, seemed to give a brusque answer to the question; in the room to the right, the sister reported quietly: "Gregor, the representative is here," "I know. "He answered in a low voice, too, though his sister might have heard it. Gregor dared not raise his voice. "Gregor," said the father from the room on the right, "the representative has arrived, and he wants to ask why you didn't take the early train. We don't know what to say to him. Besides, he wants to speak to you privately." You open the door, he doesn't care if the room is not cleared." "Good morning, Mr. Samsa," said the representative friendly. "He's not feeling well," said the mother, cutting in to the representative while the father was speaking at the door. "He is not feeling well. Believe me, Mr. Representative, otherwise how could he miss the train? The boy is so absorbed in his business." , do nothing else, and I'm mad at him. He doesn't go anywhere at night, and he's been in town for eight days now. He's at home every night, and he eats with us, Ann. Quietly read the newspaper or study the train timetable. The joinery he does, that's a distraction. For example, he spent two nights making a little wooden frame. You'll be amazed, sir, that little wooden frame. How beautiful it is! It hangs in the room, and you can see it as soon as Gregor opens the door. Besides, Mr. Representative, I am honored that you have come to us. We asked him to open the door long ago, and he did not do so. , he is stubborn. He must be sick, but he said in the morning that he was fine." "I'll be right there," said Gregor slowly and cautiously.He didn't move when he said this, for fear of missing a word when he spoke, "Good lady, I can't make any other explanations. I hope the situation is not serious." The representative said, "On the other hand, if I want to What to say, I can only say that we businessmen—some say it is good, some people say it is bad, do whatever you want—we businessmen, due to business considerations, we often have to ask for some small physical discomforts. Hold on." The innocent father knocked on the door again, and asked, "Can the representative come in?" "No!" Gregor said, and there was an awkward silence in the room on the left, and the sister in the room on the right began to whisper. burst into tears. Why doesn't my sister go to other people?Maybe she just woke up, not even dressed yet?But why is she crying?Because Gregor didn't let the representative into the room, because he was in danger and might lose his job; because the boss wanted to repeat the same old tune and recalculate the old account to his parents, did he cry because of these?This may be too much to worry about.Gregor was still here, and it never occurred to him to leave the house.He's lying on the floor at the moment, and no one in the know would be demanding that he let a representative into the room.But because of this small faux pas, it would be easy to find a suitable excuse to dismiss Gregor later, with no good results.For Gregor, it seemed best at the moment to keep him quiet and not to disturb him by crying or talking to him.But the current awkward standoff is troubling others, and their concern is understandable. "Mr. Samsa, what's going on?" The representative raised his voice. "You can guard the room and just answer yes or no. You are causing your parents unnecessarily serious anxiety and delaying It's -- I'm just mentioning this in passing -- delaying work in a way never heard of before, and I solemnly speak to you on behalf of your parents, on behalf of your superiors, and ask you to explain clearly now. I have always believed You are a law-abiding and rational person, but now you seem to have changed suddenly, and you are very willful. This morning you missed the car, and the boss has instructed me to ask you to recover the account you paid on credit not long ago. Many good things have been said and this instruction is inappropriate, but now that I see your obstinacy, I have no interest in serving you, your position is very precarious. I would have liked to speak to you privately , but because you are wasting my time here, I don't know, why even your parents don't know about your situation. Your work performance in the recent period is not satisfactory, of course, it is not a big business now Season, we admit, but it's not like a business can't be done. That's just not possible, Mr. Samsa, never." "But Mr. Representative," Gregor exclaimed, a little out of composure, reckless in his agitation. "I'll open the door right away. I feel a little uncomfortable and have a headache, so I didn't get up, I got up right away, I was still lying on the bed, but now I feel better again, I'll get up, just a little while, please be patient! It’s not as beautiful as I imagined, but it’s already cured. I’m really sick! I was fine last night. My parents knew it. It’s true. It can even be said that they understood it better. I was sick last night. Wei Wei has a premonition. Knowing that someone will come to see me today, why didn’t I report to the company? Some people always think that if you are sick, you don’t have to stay at home to rest, and you will get over it. Mr. Representative! Please don’t embarrass my parents All your accusations against me are unreasonable. No one has ever accused me. Maybe you haven't read the order form I just sent. Besides, I take the car at 8 o'clock, and resting for a few hours can give people energy Sufficient, Mr. Representative, please don't delay any longer. I will go to the company immediately, please convey it to the superior." When Gregor finished speaking quickly, he hardly knew what he was talking about.Then he approached the box briskly, probably as a result of his practice on the bed, and tried to stand up against the box.He wants to open the door, to be seen, to speak to the representative.He was anxious to know what those who demanded of him would say when they saw him.If they were taken aback, Gregor would be relieved that he was no longer responsible; if they accepted the status quo with peace of mind, he would have no reason to be agitated.Hurry up, we will be at the station at eight o'clock.First he slid out of the plain looking box several times, and finally he made one swing and stood upright.He no longer pays attention to the pain in his lower body, even if it is pain, he doesn't care anymore.Now he sank toward the back of the nearby chair, and he clasped those little legs against the edge of the chair so that he was in jail, and he stayed there silently, because he had heard the representative speak. "Did you two catch even a word of what he said?" the representative asked Gregor's parents. "Isn't he playing tricks on us?" "My God!" cried the mother, who was already crying . "He's probably very ill, and we've tortured him like this, Gretel! Gretel!" Then the mother cried. "Mother?" my sister called from the other side.Their mother and daughter spoke to Gregor's room. "Go to the doctor quickly! Gregor is sick, quickly, you must go to the doctor at once. Did you hear him talking?" "It's the sound of worms!" The voice is soft. "Anna! Anna!" my father yelled through the front room and into the kitchen, clapping his hands. "Get the keys right away!" There was a rustle of skirts as the two girls ran across the front room. --Why is my sister getting dressed so quickly? --Someone pushed the door open, but there was no sound of closing. They probably left it open, as they usually do at home.But a great misfortune happened. But Gregor has become much quieter, and people can no longer understand his words. Nevertheless, he finds their words clear, clearer than before, which may be the reason for getting used to it, but people still think he Not quite normal and ready to help him.On the one hand, for the sake of safety, and on the other hand, they also believed that they could help him. Starting from these two points, they took some preliminary measures, which were beneficial to him.He felt himself entering the human circle again, and hoped to greatly improve his voice through these two, that is, through the doctor and the fitter, not so carefully divided, in order to have a clear voice in the coming session .He coughed for a while, trying to cough up the insect noise.Because his cough might not sound exactly like a human cough, Gregor didn't dare to cough on his own.Then there was complete silence in the next room.Maybe the parents and reps are sitting at the table whispering, or maybe they're leaning in the door and eavesdropping. Gregor moved towards the door together with the armchair, and when he reached the door he flung himself straight for the door, standing upright. --his calf bands are slightly sticky--take a break.Then he began to turn the key in the lock with his mouth.It's a pity he has no teeth at all - what does he use to hold the key? --of course, his jaw was powerful, with which he could actually turn the key, and Gregor did so recklessly, and no doubt he paid the price, for the brown liquid came out of his mouth , dripped onto the keys, dripped onto the floor. "Listen, you two!" said the representative in the next room, "he is turning the key." This was a great encouragement to Gregor, but in this way, everyone cheered Gregor.Father and mother also joined in shouting: "Come on, Gregor," they all shouted. "Come closer, lean on the lock." You can imagine that everyone is watching Gregor's hard work and hard work nervously. He also tried his best, but he couldn't control it. He actually bit the key. Every time he turned the key, The lock wobbled too, and now only his mouth could straighten out, and he hung himself on the key as required by the turn, and the lock bounced back with a rather loud clang, which really woke Gregor up. .Panting, he thought, I might as well stop working on the lock.He rested his head on the doorknob, leaving it wide open. As he opened the door in this way, the gap was quite wide, but he was still out of sight, and he had to turn slowly around the leaf, fearing that he would fall clumsily to the ground when someone came in One foot is up in the air, so he is careful when turning.He was still struggling and had no time to pay attention to other things, but at this moment, he heard a loud "ah" from the representative and blurted out.The sound was like the rustling of the wind.Gregor also saw the representative, who was the second person at the door. He pressed his hand to his opened mouth, and slowly retracted it, like a kind of inconspicuous, uniform, and very stamina. The power is driving him.At this time, the mother also came.In spite of the presence of the representative, her hair was still undone and shaggy as it had been the night before, she first looked at her father who was clasping his hands, then took two steps towards Gregor, and knelt in the middle of her skirt that spread out all around, Her face drooped inconspicuously toward her chest.The father's expression was hostile, he clenched his fists as if to kick Gregor back into his room, and then he scanned the room uncomfortably, and then wept, covering his eyes with his hands, his strong chest shaking. Gregor didn't leave the room at all, but leaned against the door so that he could only see half of Gregor's body and the sideways head above it.He looked at the others in the same way.At this time, the inside and outside of the house were already much brighter, and across the street stood an endless, gray-black part of the house—it was a hospital—on this part of the house there were regular rows of solid, opened doors. Windows, it was still raining, and it was pouring heavily.Each raindrop, obviously, fell drop by drop to the ground.There are a lot of tableware for breakfast, which are placed on the table, because for my father, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. He reads various newspapers while eating, and the breakfast lasts for an hour. On the opposite wall Hanging is a photo of Gregor serving in the army. He was a second lieutenant at the time. In the photo, Gregor holds his sword in his hand and has a carefree smile on his face. His uniform and appearance are admirable, leading to The door of the front room is open, and from this, the door of the house is also open, and the front yard can be seen all the way, and the stairs in the front yard turn sideways. "Now," said Gregor, who also had the self-knowledge that he was the only one of these people who could keep quiet. "I'll dress right away, pack up the samples, and go. Will you, will you let me go? Now, Mr. Representative, you see, I am not a stubborn person. I like to work. Traveling is very difficult. Easy, but I can't live without traveling. Where are you going, Mr. Rep? To the company? Right? Will you report all this truthfully? Someone can't work now, then he should remember and reflect on his past so that he can move forward lightly in the future and concentrate more on his work. I am very loyal to my boss, which you know very well. On the one hand, my parents and sister also need me to be filial. I am very embarrassed. I am Pay your debts with your work. Only work will lead you out. But please don't give me too much trouble. In the company, please speak up for me. Some people don't like us who travel, I know. They think that people who travel are outside Make a lot of money and live a good life. They have no particular reason to think deeply about this bias. But you, Mr. Representative, see this situation better than anyone else. To be honest, you are even better than the boss himself You need to see it more clearly. As an entrepreneur, the boss is prone to make mistakes in judging the employees, and always judges in a way that is not conducive to the employees. You also know that the person who is on a business trip is an adult outside the company, and he is easy to become a gossip, gossip, A victim of accidents and inexplicable ailments. He can't compete with them, because he mostly doesn't understand their situation, and once he is exhausted from business trips and seriously ill at home, he doesn't understand it himself. What kind of disease is it? In this case, he can only be a victim. Mr. Representative, don’t leave until you give me an explanation. At least a small part of me is always right.” But during the first few words of Gregor's words, the representative turned away, his mouth pursed, his shoulders trembling, and he turned to stare at Gregor; Gregor went on, and the representative stood there for not a moment. Quiet, but always staring at Gregor.He walked towards the door very slowly, as if somehow he had to leave the room, and in fact he had already reached the front room, and after a sudden movement, his foot had finally stepped out of the living room.It may be assumed that he is now eager to do something else.But in the front room, his right hand stretched far towards the stairs, as if there was a kind of spiritual relief. Gregor understood that he could not let the representative go under the circumstances, if his position in the company would not be particularly affected by it.The parents did not quite understand this, and over the years they had developed the idea that Gregor could support himself in the company.In addition, he only knew that he was going to help Gregor do the work of breaking the siege, so he lacked foresight.Gregor, on the other hand, thought that the representative might stay, be appeased, persuaded, and ultimately defeated.The future of Gregor and his family depended on it!My sister was here just now, how wonderful that is, she is very clever, and she cried when Gregor lay quietly on the ground.This representative, this womanizer, would certainly be under her control, she could close the door and say something threatening to him in the front room, but the sister was not here now, and Gregor had to deal with it himself.But he didn't expect that he didn't even have the ability to act now.He also didn't consider that it is impossible for people to understand what he is saying now, or maybe they cannot understand.He moved away from the door and moved through the exit, he was going towards the representative.The representative was smiling, already firmly grasping the railing of the vestibule with both hands.Gregor was about to fall, he stopped for a while, as if he was looking for something, and with a small cry, those many little legs fell to the ground.Almost nothing happened, and this morning he felt comfortable for the first time in his body. There was a solid floor under those many calves. Gregor noticed that the calves obeyed the command completely, and even tried to support him after falling to the floor. Go ahead, go wherever he wants to go.Gregor was very happy to see this situation, and he believed that all the ailments on his body had finally healed completely.His movements slowed down, and he swayed, not far from his mother, facing him who seemed to be meditating, where he lay.Then suddenly his mother stretched out her arms, sprang her fingers, jumped up, and cried, "Help, my God! Help!" She lowered her head as if to take a good look at Gregor, but unlike this Instead, subconsciously take a few steps back.Forgetting that the table was behind her, she sat down when she came up to him.She was so distracted that she didn't even notice that the coffee pot next to her had tipped over and spilled profusely onto the carpet. "Mother, mother," said Gregor softly, looking up at her.He forgot to walk towards the representative at this moment, he couldn't just leave the pot of dripping coffee alone, he bit the empty space with his jaw.At this the mother cried out again and quickly fled from the table, throwing herself into the arms of the father who was coming towards her, but Gregor now ignored his parents, the representative was already on the stairs, his chin resting on the railing, and was Looking back for one last look, Gregor picked up his pace in order to keep up with the delegate as much as possible.The representative had noticed something, so he took three steps and two steps, and he disappeared. "Ah!" he was still shouting, and the shout resounded throughout the building.Before this, my father had been very calm; unfortunately, the representative's escape made him confused.Not only does the father himself not pursue the delegate, but he also prevents Gregor from doing so.In his left hand he holds the representative's cane, by the way, the representative, wearing a hat and a coat, used to sit on the armchair and put the cane there, and the father held the cane in his left hand and took a newspaper from the table in his right hand.Stamping his feet, raising his cane and newspapers, he drove Gregor into his room.Gregor begged his father not to do this, but to no avail.His father didn't understand his request either. Gregor shook his head obediently, and his father pedaled harder and harder; over there, despite the cold weather, his mother opened the window, stretched her head out of the window, and covered her hands with her hands. Facingly, there was a gust of wind between the street and the building. The wind blew the curtains, and the newspapers on the table were blown loudly, and some newspapers were blown to the floor.Father hissed like a savage without mercy.Although Gregor was able to walk, he had not trained his hind legs. If he could turn a corner, he would have gone to his room immediately.But he was worried about turning the corner, it would take a lot of time, and it would make his father impatient.Every moment his father could beat him to death with the cane in his hand, either on the back or on the head.Gregor was finally cornered now, because to his surprise he couldn't even steer backwards, so he was timid.Started to keep looking sideways at his father, trying to turn the corner as fast as he could, but it was really slow.Maybe his father noticed his poor intentions, and didn't bother him, but used the tip of his stick to direct him from a distance, if there were no such unbearable hisses from his father, he would have How wonderful!脑子一时间不管用了，他差不多已经完成了拐弯的动作，因为老是听那种嘘嘘之声，他糊里糊涂地又拐回来一段，当他的头终于幸运地处于门口时，发觉身子太宽，根本不可能通过入口，当然，以他父亲目前的心境也决不可能想到打开另外一扇门，让他有一个可行的通道。父亲，原本想到的只是，格里高应该尽可能快地回到他的房间里去。根本就没有想到要费心为格里高的需要作些准备，以便他能直立起来，就能直接进入：更多想到的是将格里高在这样吵闹的情况下往前赶，这时格里高背后有一种响声，那不是父亲的声音，这可不是玩笑。格里高加紧行动，--好像要发生什么事情了--赶快进入门里，他将身子一侧抬高，斜着通过入口，他的胁下已经受伤，白色的房门留下了脏的痕迹，他马上擦身而过，终于不再能动弹了。一侧的腿在空中抖动，另一侧的腿落在地上疼痛不已，这时父亲从后面给了他真正解除痛苦的一击，这一击是沉重。他猛烈地一跃，跃进房间很远，父亲还在用手杖敲门，最后一切都沉寂了。 格里高直到黄昏时才从深沉的昏睡中醒来。而且肯定醒来得很迟，他不是受到打扰才醒来的，因为他觉得自己休息得很好，是睡醒的。可他又似乎觉得醒来时他听到了外面浮躁的脚步声和关门的声音，那是一种小心翼翼地关上通向前房的门的声音。他觉得是被这两种声音惊醒的，街上的路灯都是电灯，苍白的光反射到房间的天花板上和家具的顶部。不过格里高所在的下面，那光线还是昏暗的。他慢慢地移动着，用触角试探着朝房门爬去，依旧是那么的不熟练，但他现在认识到这东西的可贵之处。他朝门行进，为的是看看那里发生了什么事情，他身子的左侧似乎有一道长长的，不舒服，绷紧的伤痕，他只好靠着两行腿真正地跛行，一条小腿在上午的事件中受了重伤--那简直是一个奇迹，居然只有一条腿受了伤--这条腿已经毫无生气地在后面拖着。