text_original: Day after day, in those short winter afternoons, Vera stood on the terrace in front of the villa, leaning languidly against the marble balustrade, and watching the evening mists rising slowly over the city, and the grey of the great dome gradually deepening to purple, while the golden light in the west grew more intense, and orange changed to crimson.
text_transcription: DAY AFTER DAY IN THOSE SHORT WINTER AFTERNOONS VERA STOOD ON THE TERRACE IN FRONT OF THE VILLA LEANING LANGUIDLY AGAINST THE MARBLE BALUSTRADE AND WATCHING THE EVENING MISTS RISING SLOWLY OVER THE CITY AND THE GREY OF THE GREAT DOME GRADUALLY DEEPENING TO PURPLE WHILE THE GOLDEN LIGHT IN THE WEST GREW MORE INTENSE AND ORANGE CHANGED TO CRIMSON
phonemes: dˈeɪ ˈæftɚ dˈeɪ, ɪn ðoʊz ʃˈɔːɹt wˈɪntɚɹ ˌæftɚnˈuːnz, vˈiəɹə stˈʊd ɔnðə tˈɛɹɪs ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌvðə vˈɪlə, lˈiːnɪŋ lˈæŋɡwɪdli ɐɡˈɛnst ðə mˈɑːɹbəl bˈæləstɹˌeɪd, ænd wˈɑːtʃɪŋ ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ mˈɪsts ɹˈaɪzɪŋ slˈoʊli ˌoʊvɚ ðə sˈɪɾi, ænd ðə ɡɹˈeɪ ʌvðə ɡɹˈeɪt dˈoʊm ɡɹˈædʒuːəli dˈiːpənɪŋ tə pˈɜːpəl, wˌaɪl ðə ɡˈoʊldən lˈaɪt ɪnðə wˈɛst ɡɹˈuː mˈɔːɹ ɪntˈɛns, ænd ˈɔɹɪndʒ tʃˈeɪndʒd tə kɹˈɪmsən.