Friday, March 4, 2011

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KAFKA, Franz

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A short story

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- Ah, "said the mouse. The world is becoming smaller by the day. At first was so large and was happy to see, at last, in the distance, left and right walls, but those walls so long began to close so quickly, one after another, which I find myself in the last room, and there in the corner, is the trap that I fall. Just
-change direction, "said the cat ate it.

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Vulture
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Once upon a vulture pecking at me feet. He had already torn shoes and socks and now I pecked feet. Always pulling a peck, restless circling around and then continued the work.
passed a man, we looked for a while and asked me why I tolerate the vulture.
"I'm helpless," I said came and began to peck, I thought I wanted to scare and wring its neck, but these animals are very strong and want to skip to the face. I preferred to sacrifice the feet are now almost in ruins. "Do not let
torment," said the man, a shot and the vulture is over.
- Do you think? "I asked. Do you want to handle the matter?
"Delighted," said the lord; I have only to go home to find the gun, can you wait half an hour?
I do not know, "he said, and for a moment I was stiff with pain, then added," Please try anyway.
"Well," said the man, I'm going to hurry.
vultures quietly heard our conversation and left eyes wander from the Lord and me. Now I saw that he understood everything blew up a bit, back to achieve the necessary momentum and as an athlete who throws the javelin fit the bill in my mouth, deep. To fall back felt like a liberation, which in my blood, which filled all depths and all the shores flooded, drowning the vulture irreparably.

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FRANZ KAFKA (Prague, Czechoslovakia-1883 / Austria, 1924)

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