One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little bit he could see his brown belly, slightly transformed and divided by arches into stiff sections. […]
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little bit he could see his brown belly, slightly transformed and divided by arches into stiff sections. […]
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little bit he could see his brown belly, slightly transformed and divided by arches into stiff sections. […]
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little bit he could see his brown belly, slightly transformed and divided by arches into stiff sections. […]
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little bit he could see his brown belly, slightly transformed and divided by arches into stiff sections. […]