Metaphor - метафора. - Onomatopoeia - звуконаслідування. - Parallel constructions - паралелізм-phrasal verb - фразовий дієслово-rhetorical question - риторичне вопросh. - Rhythm - ритм. - Repetition - лексичний повтор
G.d., PhV Rh. PhV Rh. PhV Rh. Rh. E. conj., On. Rh. Rh. Rh., PhV Rh., PhV Rh. Rh. Rh. Rh. Rh. R. R. R. Rh. Rh. Rh., R. Rh. Rh., E.conj. Rh., R., R. PhV, R. R. Rh. Rh. PhV, Rh. PhV PhV, R. R., El. Rh. Rh. On., El. Rh. On. RQu RQu R., El. Rh. Rh. PhV Ap. PhV RQu R., Ap. Rh., R. Rh. On. Excl. Rh. PhV PhV, On. Rh. Rh., On. Rh. G.d. El. RQu E. conj. Rh. Rh., PhV Rh. Rh. R. Rh., R. Rh.E. conj. PhV PhV Rh. Rh., Ap. PhV PhV E. conj. PhV Excl. Rh. PhV Rh., On. Rh., PhV Rh. On. R. A. El., A. El. R. R. Rh., E.conj. R. Rh., PhV, R. Rh., PhV Rh. Rh. R. Rh. Rh. Rh. R. R. On. Rh. Rh. Rh., R.This is how his work was: He got up at five in the cold dark morning and washed his face with warm water if the heater was working and cold water if the heater was not working. He shaved carefully, talking out to his wife in the kitchen, who was fixing ham and eggs or pancakes or whatever it was that morning. By six o'clock he was driving on his way to work alone, and parking his car in the big yard where all the other men parked their cars as the sun was coming up. The colors of the sky that time of morning were orange and blue violet and sometimes very red and sometimes yellow or a clear color like water on white rock. Some mornings he could see his breath on the air and some mornings he could not. But as the sun was still rising he knocked his fist on the side of the green truck, and his driver, smiling and saying hello, would climb in the other side of the truck and they would drive out into the great city and go down all the streets until they came to the place where they started work. Sometimes, on the way, they stopped for black coffee and then went on, the warmness in them. And they began the work which meant that he jumped off in front of each house and picked up the garbage cans and brought them back and took off their lids and knocked them against the bin edge, which made the orange peels and cantaloupe rinds and coffee grounds fall out and thump down and begin to fill the empty truck. There were always steak bones and the heads of fish and pieces of green onion and state celery. If the garbage was new it wasn't so bad, but if it was very old it was bad. He was not sure if he liked the job or not, but it was a job and he did it well, talking about it a lot at some times and sometimes not thinking of it in any way at all. Some days the job was wonderful, for you were out early and the air was cool and fresh until you had worked too long and the sun got hot and the garbage steamed early. But mostly it was a job significant enough to keep him busy and calm and looking at the houses and cut lawns he passed by and...
