text_original: 239 COSSACK FAIRY TALES Next day, when there was light enough to see by, the mouse Tsaritsa cried, " Up, up, my warriors ! " Thereupon the birds also rose up, and immediately fell to the ground, where the beasts tore them to bits.
text_transcription: S NEXT DAY WHEN THERE WAS LIGHT ENOUGH TO SEE BY THE MOUSE TSARITZA CRIED UP UP MY WARRIORS THEREUPON THE BIRDS ALSO ROSE UP AND IMMEDIATELY FELL TO THE GROUND WHERE THE BEASTS TORE THEM TO PITS
phonemes: tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi nˈaɪn kˈɑːsæk fˈɛɹi tˈeɪlz nˈɛkst dˈeɪ, wˌɛn ðɛɹwˌʌz lˈaɪt ɪnˈʌf tə sˈiː bˈaɪ, ðə mˈaʊs tsˈɑːɹɹɪtsə kɹˈaɪd, " ˈʌp, ˈʌp, maɪ wˈɔːɹɪɚz ! " ðɛɹˈʌpɑːn ðə bˈɜːdz ˈɔːlsoʊ ɹˈoʊz ˈʌp, ænd ɪmˈiːdɪətli fˈɛl tə ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd, wˌɛɹ ðə bˈiːsts tˈɔːɹ ðˌɛm tə bˈɪts.