1 Yet Gregor's sister was playing so beautifully.
2 Drawn in by the playing, Gregor had dared to come forward a little and already had his head in the living room.
3 Meanwhile Gregor's sister had overcome the despair she had fallen into when her playing was suddenly interrupted.
4 His sister began to play; father and mother paid close attention, one on each side, to the movements of her hands.
5 She thought he was laying there so still on purpose, playing the martyr; she attributed all possible understanding to him.
6 Throughout all this time, Gregor could not remember having heard the violin being played, but this evening it began to be heard from the kitchen.
7 When the violin began playing they became attentive, stood up and went on tip-toe over to the door of the hallway where they stood pressed against each other.
8 He sat upright, played with his uniform cap between the plates left by the three gentlemen after their meal, and occasionally looked down at Gregor as he lay there immobile.
9 He was determined to make his way forward to his sister and tug at her skirt to show her she might come into his room with her violin, as no-one appreciated her playing here as much as he would.
10 Only if he happened to find himself next to the food that had been prepared for him he might take some of it into his mouth to play with it, leave it there a few hours and then, more often than not, spit it out again.
11 His father seemed to think it more important to calm the three gentlemen before driving Gregor out, even though they were not at all upset and seemed to think Gregor was more entertaining than the violin playing had been.
12 It really now seemed very obvious that they had expected to hear some beautiful or entertaining violin playing but had been disappointed, that they had had enough of the whole performance and it was only now out of politeness that they allowed their peace to be disturbed.