The Trial Franz Kafka Author
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Chapter OneArrest - Conversation with Mrs. Grubach - Then Miss Bürstner Someone must have been telling lies about Josef K., he knew he haddone nothing wrong but, one morning, … mais…
Chapter OneArrest - Conversation with Mrs. Grubach - Then Miss Bürstner Someone must have been telling lies about Josef K., he knew he haddone nothing wrong but, one morning, he was arrested. Every day ateight in the morning he was brought his breakfast by Mrs. Grubach'scook - Mrs. Grubach was his landlady - but today she didn't come. Thathad never happened before. K. waited a little while, looked from hispillow at the old woman who lived opposite and who was watching him withan inquisitiveness quite unusual for her, and finally, both hungry anddisconcerted, rang the bell. There was immediately a knock at the doorand a man entered. He had never seen the man in this house before. Hewas slim but firmly built, his clothes were black and close-fitting,with many folds and pockets, buckles and buttons and a belt, all ofwhich gave the impression of being very practical but without making itvery clear what they were actually for. Who are you? asked K.,sitting half upright in his bed. The man, however, ignored the questionas if his arrival simply had to be accepted, and merely replied, Yourang? Anna should have brought me my breakfast, said K. He tried towork out who the man actually was, first in silence, just throughobservation and by thinking about it, but the man didn't stay still tobe looked at for very long. Instead he went over to the door, opened itslightly, and said to someone who was clearly standing immediatelybehind it, He wants Anna to bring him his breakfast. There was alittle laughter in the neighbouring room, it was not clear from thesound of it whether there were several people laughing. The strange mancould not have learned anything from it that he hadn't known already,but now he said to K., as if making his report It is not possible.It would be the first time that's happened, said K., as he jumped outof bed and quickly pulled on his trousers. I want to see who that isin the next room, and why it is that Mrs. Grubach has let me bedisturbed in this way. It immediately occurred to him that he needn'thave said this out loud, and that he must to some extent haveacknowledged their authority by doing so, but that didn't seem importantto him at the time. That, at least, is how the stranger took it, as hesaid, Don't you think you'd better stay where you are? I wantneither to stay here nor to be spoken to by you until you've introducedyourself. I meant it for your own good, said the stranger and openedthe door, this time without being asked. The next room, which K.entered more slowly than he had intended, looked at first glance exactlythe same as it had the previous evening. It was Mrs. Grubach's livingroom, over-filled with furniture, tablecloths, porcelain andphotographs. Perhaps there was a little more space in there than usualtoday, but if so it was not immediately obvious, especially as the maindifference was the presence of a man sitting by the open window with abook from which he now looked up. You should have stayed in your room!Didn't Franz tell you? And what is it you want, then? said K.,looking back and forth between this new acquaintance and the one namedFranz, who had remained in the doorway. Through the open window henoticed the old woman again, who had come close to the window oppositeso that she could continue to see everything. She was showing aninquisitiveness that really made it seem like she was going senile. Iwant to see Mrs. Grubach ..., said K., making a movement as if tearinghimself away from the two men - even though they were standing well awayfrom him - and wanted to go. No, said the man at the window, whothrew his book down on a coffee table and stood up. You can't go awaywhen you're under arrest. That's how it seems, said K. And why amI under arrest? he then asked. That's something we're not allowed totell you. Go into your room and wait there. Proceedings are underwayand you'll learn about everything all in good time. It's not reallypart of my job to be friendly towards you like this, but I hope no-one,apart from Franz, will hear about it, and he's been more friendlytowards you than he should have been, under the rules, himself. If youcarry on having as much good luck as you have been with your arrestingofficers then you can reckon on things going well with you. K. wantedto sit down, but then he saw that, apart from the chair by the window,there was nowhere anywhere in the room where he could sit. You'll getthe chance to see for yourself how true all this is, said Franz andboth men then walked up to K. Digital Content>E-books>Theatre & Drama>Drama>Plays, SAP Digital >16<