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"Mother, mother,"

said Gregor quietly and looked over towards her.

The manager had momentarily vanished completely from his mind.

On the other hand,

when he saw the flowing coffee Gregor could not stop himself snapping his jaws in the air a few times.

At that his mother screamed all over again,

hurried from the table,

and collapsed into the arms of his father,

who was rushing towards her.

But Gregor had no time right now for his parents-the manager was already on the staircase.

With his chin on the bannister,

the manager looked back for the last time.

Gregor took an initial movement to catch up to him if possible.

But the manager must have suspected something,

because he made a leap down over a few stairs and disappeared,

still shouting "Huh!"

The sound echoed throughout the entire stairwell.

But now unfortunately this flight of the manager seemed to bewilder his father completely.

Earlier he had been relatively calm.

For instead of running after the manager himself or at least not hindering Gregor from his pursuit,

with his right hand he grabbed hold of the manager's cane,

which he had left behind on a chair with his hat and overcoat.

With his left hand,

his father grabbed a large newspaper from the table and,

stamping his feet on the floor, he set out to drive Gregor back into his room by waving the cane and the newspaper.

No request of Gregor's was of any use;

no request would even be understood.

No matter how willing he was to turn his head respectfully,

his father just stomped all the harder with his feet.

Across the room from him his mother had pulled open a window,

in spite of the cool weather, and leaning out with her hands on her cheeks,

she pushed her face far outside the window.

Between the lane and the stairwell a strong draught came up,

the curtains on the window flew around,

the newspapers on the table rustled, and individual sheets fluttered down over the floor.

The father relentlessly pushed his way forward,

hissing like a wild man.

Now, Gregor still had no practice at all in going backwards-it was really very slow going.

If Gregor only had been allowed to turn himself around,

he would have been in his room right away,

but he was afraid to make his father impatient by the time-consuming process of turning around,

and each moment he faced the threat of a mortal blow on his back or his head from the cane in his father's hand.

Finally Gregor had no other option,

for he noticed with horror that he did not understand yet how to maintain his direction going backwards.

And so he began,

amid constantly anxious sideways glances in his father's direction,

to turn himself around as quickly as possible,

although in truth this was only done very slowly.

Perhaps his father noticed his good intentions,

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