найти литературный приём В этом стихе Их 6 там, я не могу найти...умоляю I like working near a door. I like to have my work-bench close by, with a locker handy. Here the cold creeps in under the big doors, and in the summer hot dust swirls, clogging the nose. When the big doors open to admit a lorry-load of steel, conditions do not improve. Even so, I put up with it, and wouldn’t care to shift to another bench, away from the big doors. As one may imagine this is a noisy place with smoke rising, machines thumping and thrusting, people kneading, shaping and putting things together. Because I am nearest to the big doors I am the farthest away from those who have come down to shout instructions in my ear. I am the first to greet strangers who drift in through the open doors looking for work. I give them as much information as they require, direct them to the offices, and acknowledge the casual recognition that one worker signs to another. I can always tell the look on the faces of the successful ones as they hurry away. The look on the faces of the unlucky I know also, but cannot easily forget. I have worked here for fifteen months. It’s too good to last. Orders will fall off and there will be a reduction in staff. More people than we can cope with will be brought in from other lands: people who are also looking for something more real, more lasting, more permanent maybe, than dying…. I really ought to be looking for another job before the axe falls. These thoughts I push away, I think that I am lucky to have a position by the big doors which open out to a short alley leading to the main street; console myself that if the worst happened I at least would have no great distance to carry my gear and tool-box off the premises. I always like working near a door. I always look for a work-bench hard by – in case an earthquake occurs, and fire breaks out, you know?
The lower garden is built on the principle of ideal symmetry: its main part is the Great cascade of fountains. The central fountain is the gilded figure of Samson tearing the jaws of the lion, an allegorical depiction of Russia's victory over Sweden in the Northern War. Alleys lead to other fountains - chess hill, Eve, Pyramid - none of which is similar to the rest.
In the parks are a luxurious Grand Palace, in the interiors of which there is even more gold than in the fountains, and the Monplaisir Palace, in which the Lacquer cabinet in the Chinese style is of particular interest.