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One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams

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 he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover strong it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, link waved about helplessly as he looked. "What’s happened to me? " he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams

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 he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to coverstrong it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, linkwaved about helplessly as he looked. "What’s happened to me? " he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams

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 he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to coverstrong it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, linkwaved about helplessly as he looked. "What’s happened to me? " he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams

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 he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to coverstrong it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, link waved about helplessly as he looked. "What’s happened to me? " he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little toosmall, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.

The bedding was hardly able to cover it.

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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 he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover strong it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, linkwaved about helplessly as he looked. "What’s happened to me? " he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.

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It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

A dream come true

The bedding was hardly able to cover it.

A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

picsumOne 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 he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover strong it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, linkwaved about helplessly as he looked. "What’s happened to me? " he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table.

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 he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover strong it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, link waved about helplessly as he looked. "What’s happened to me? " he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

Samsa was a travelling salesman.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

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It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

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It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

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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 he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to coverstrong it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, link waved about helplessly as he looked. "What’s happened to me? " he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.

Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. "How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense", he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn’t get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.