One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.
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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 it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him. wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman.
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his good dream
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his good dream
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his good dream
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts.