JONATHAN HARKER’S JOURNAL—continued WHEN I found that I was a prisoner a sort of wild feeling came over me. I started running up and down the stairs, trying every door and looking out of every window I could find; but after a little I understood that I was totally helpless and I could think of nothing else. Now I think that I was probably mad for some time, because I behaved like a rat in a trap. But when, I finally understood that I was helpless I sat down quietly— very quietly—and began to look for the best plan of action...

Глава I vile wind - awful wind. author highlights it's strength, unplesantless without saying it straight. fruity voice - sweet-sounding voice. this epithet helps us imagine how this voice sounds. sugary and cute, fake. helicopter hovered like a bluebottle - helicopter is comparised to a bluebottle, since they both hover in the air, making annoying buzz. grimy landscape - this epithet helps us feel into unpleasant atmosphere of the town. severe and creepy in it's totalitar regime. author highlights...