![]() ![]() The gatekeeper gives him a stool and allows him to sit down at the side in front of the gate. I can’t endure even one glimpse of the third.” The man from the country has not expected such difficulties: the law should always be accessible for everyone, he thinks, but as he now looks more closely at the gatekeeper in his fur coat, at his large pointed nose and his long, thin, black Tartar’s beard, he decides that it would be better to wait until he gets permission to go inside. But from room to room stand gatekeepers, each more powerful than the other. When the gatekeeper notices that, he laughs and says: “If it tempts you so much, try it in spite of my prohibition. “It is possible,” says the gatekeeper, “but not now.” At the moment the gate to the law stands open, as always, and the gatekeeper walks to the side, so the man bends over in order to see through the gate into the inside. The man thinks about it and then asks if he will be allowed to come in later on. But the gatekeeper says that he cannot grant him entry at the moment. To this gatekeeper comes a man from the country who asks to gain entry into the law. ![]()
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