Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad.

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.

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.

Yes, but was it possible to quietly sleep through that furniture-rattling noise? True, he had