Процесс
Arrest - Conversation with Mrs. Grubach - Then Miss Bürstner
Theycouldwatchnow,iftheywanted,andseehowhewentovertothecupboardinthewallwherehekeptabottleofgoodschnapps,howhefirstemptiedaglassofitinplaceofhisbreakfastandhowhethentookasecondglassfulinordertogivehimselfcourage,thelastonejustasaprecautionfortheunlikelychanceitwouldbeneeded.
Thenhewassostartledbyashouttohimfromtheotherroomthathestruckhisteethagainsttheglass."Thesupervisorwantstoseeyou!"avoicesaid.Itwasonlytheshoutthatstartledhim,thiscurt,abrupt,militaryshout,thathewouldnothaveexpectedfromthepolicemancalledFranz.Initself,hefoundtheorderverywelcome."Atlast!"hecalledback,lockedthecupboardand,withoutdelay,hurriedintothenextroom.Thetwopolicemenwerestandingthereandchasedhimbackintohisbedroomasifthatwereamatterofcourse."Whatd’youthinkyou’redoing?"theycried."Thinkyou’regoingtoseethesupervisordressedinjustyourshirt,doyou?He’dseetoityougotarightthumping,andusandall!""LetgoofmeforGod’ssake!"calledK.,whohadalreadybeenpushedbackasfarashiswardrobe,"ifyouaccostmewhenI’mstillinbedyoucan’texpecttofindmeinmyeveningdress.""Thatwon’thelpyou,"saidthepolicemen,whoalwaysbecameveryquiet,almostsad,whenK.begantoshout,andinthatwayconfusedhimor,tosomeextent,broughthimtohissenses.
