Franz Kafka. Process (№ 110804)

And as the light flashes, so suddenly opened the window up there, and the man seemed from a distance, in height, thin and weak, impulsively leaned forward and stretched her hands even further. Who was it? Friend? Just a good man? Sympathized with it? Did he want to help? Was he alone? Or was behind it all? Maybe everyone wanted to help? It may be forgotten, any more arguments? No doubt such arguments exist, and although the logic is unshakable, but against the man who wants to live and she can not resist.