The main questions that appear in the head after reading (and during the reading) of this book can be formulated like this: what was it? What is it about? For whom is it? What to do and how to be? Bearing in mind the reputation of Franz Kafka, these are very topical issues, unambiguous answers to which can not be given by any person in the world. Honestly. This novel just shows us the picky bureaucratic machine. The author shows us everything as it is and how it should not be! Oh God, how many are the secret meanings in the book!

The world of The Trial is surprisingly ordinary-looking and striking by its everyday life. What can we say about the main hero – Josef K.? He is an ordinary bank officer, a white collar. An ordinary everyman living a quiet and routine life. Josef K. is a man who lives and works, knowing practically nothing about the real life. He is aperson without specific interests and hobbies. A person is both deep and superficial, many people love and respect him. A man who for the time being has not personally faced with a bureaucratic machine in its pure form.

It was very symbolic and entertaining to see how our hero is changing throughout the book. In the beginning, he is full of enthusiasm, optimism, confidence and hope. But over time, he becomes more and more tired, apathetic, diffused, irritable, oppressed by what is happening. His physical and mental health is undermined. The way of his life changes, because the trial appears in his life. There is no way out – there is no joy! He realizes that everything is dust and empty, and there is despair all around.” And in this novel Franz Kafka demonstrates it to us in the brightest possible way. But are the rest better? The author depicts them hunched and with bent knees and always walking in black or gray suits for a reason. Gray mass, where everyone is the same! People who obeyed the system. People who serve it. Arrogant, snobby, soulless officials, clerical workers, secretaries, judges, lawyers, prosecutors… Often their work is meaningless. We don’t know what they really do. But they are busy with something! Tons of paper go to nowhere. This process only grows with each passing year. Kafka shows in his novel the process of “grinding” a person in a meat grinder of a state bureaucratic machine that is capable without any strain to turn any of us into an obedient slave completely powerless before the System.