Сделать стилистический анализ текста, ! it was a hot july afternoon; the world lay out open to the sun to admit its penetration. all nature seemed swollen to its fullest. the very air was half asleep, and the distant sounds carried so slowly that they died away before they could reach their destination; or perhaps the ear forgot to listen. the house, too, had indulged itself, and had lost a little its melancholy air. the summer decked it with garlands, for the still newly-green creepers crept up the walls and on to the roof, almost high enough to gain the chimney-pots. but the house held them like hats, carefully out of reach, and the creepers, snubbed, pried into the open windows. the smooth lawns lay tantalizingly about, just out of the way of the blundering clumsy house kept prisoner by the chain of gravel. the lawn, a green-clad monster, arched its back against the yew hedge, and put out emerald feelers all through the garden and turfed alley-ways.
