فرانتس کافکا

Franz Kafka

1883–1924پراگ، بوهم (چک)داستان کوتاهبا ترجمه‌ی فارسی

نویسنده‌ی آلمانی‌زبانِ اهلِ پراگ، یهودی و کارمندِ بیمه، که آثارش — هرچند در زندگی‌اش بسیار اندک منتشر شد — یکی از تأثیرگذارترین صداهای مدرنیسمِ ادبیات شد. «مسخ»، «محاکمه» و «قصر» را در سده‌ی بیستم در زمره‌ی مهم‌ترین آثارِ ادبیاتِ جهان آورده‌اند. کافکا در وصیت‌نامه خواسته بود همه‌ی نوشته‌هایش سوزانده شود، اما دوستش ماکس برود این وصیت را اجرا نکرد و آثارش را پس از مرگش منتشر کرد. «کافکایی» اکنون صفتی است در همه‌ی زبان‌ها، به معنای «بوروکراسیِ پوچ، اضطرابِ بی‌علت، و تنهاییِ بی‌نام در دلِ سازوکارهای انسانی».

داستان‌ها۶

A Hunger Artist / هنرمندِ گرسنگی

During these last decades the interest in professional fasting has markedly diminished. It used to pay very well to stage such great performances under one's own management, but today that is quite impossible. We live in a different world now.

۱۴ پاراگرافخواندن

The Judgment / حکم

It was a Sunday morning in the very height of spring. Georg Bendemann, a young merchant, was sitting in his own room on the first floor of one of a long row of small, ramshackle houses that ran along the riverside, distinguishable from each other only in height and colouring.

۳۰ پاراگرافخواندن

Before the Law / پیشِ قانون

Before the Law stands a doorkeeper. To this doorkeeper there comes a man from the country who begs admittance to the Law. But the doorkeeper says that he cannot admit the man at the moment.

۱۳ پاراگرافخواندن

The Metamorphosis — Part I / مسخ — بخشِ اول

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, waved about helplessly as he looked.

۳۰ پاراگرافخواندن

The Metamorphosis — Part II / مسخ — بخشِ دوم

It was not until it was getting dark that evening that Gregor awoke from his deep and coma-like sleep. He would have woken soon afterwards anyway even if he hadn't been disturbed, as he had had enough sleep and felt fully rested. But he had the impression that some hurried steps and the sound of the door leading into the front room being carefully shut had woken him. The light from the electric street lamps shone palely here and there onto the ceiling and tops of the furniture, but down below, where Gregor was, it was dark. He pushed himself over to the door, feeling his way clumsily with his antennae—of which he was now beginning to learn the value—in order to see what had been happening there. The whole of his left side seemed like one, painfully stretched scar, and he limped badly on his two rows of legs. One of the legs had been badly injured in the events of that morning—it was nearly a miracle that only one of them had been—and dragged along lifelessly.

۲۹ پاراگرافخواندن

The Metamorphosis — Part III / مسخ — بخشِ سوم

No-one dared to remove the apple lodged in Gregor's flesh, so it remained there as a visible reminder of his injury. He had suffered it there for more than a month, and his condition seemed serious enough to remind even his father that Gregor, despite his current sad and revolting form, was a family member who could not be treated as an enemy. On the contrary, as a family there was a duty to swallow any revulsion for him and to be patient, just to be patient.

۳۸ پاراگرافخواندن