text_original: Now his bride lay down with her kerchief in her hand, and he took a great fancy to it, and he begged and prayed her for it again and again, until at last she gave it to 255 COSSACK FAIRY TALES him. Now, when Wednesday thought that all the people were asleep, he went out into the courtyard to sharpen his sabre.
text_transcription: NOW HIS BRIDE LAY DOWN WITH HER KERCHIEF IN HER HAND AND HE TOOK A GREAT FANCY TO IT AND HE BEGGED AND PRAYED HER FOR IT AGAIN AND AGAIN UNTIL AT LAST SHE GAVE IT TO HIM NOW WHEN WEDNESDAY THOUGHT THAT ALL THE PEOPLE WERE ASLEEP HE WENT OUT INTO THE COURTYARD TO SHARPEN HIS SABRE
phonemes: nˈaʊ hɪz bɹˈaɪd lˈeɪ dˌaʊn wɪð hɜː kˈɜːtʃiːf ɪn hɜː hˈænd, ænd hiː tˈʊk ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt fˈænsi tʊ ɪt, ænd hiː bˈɛɡd ænd pɹˈeɪd hɜː fɔːɹ ɪɾ ɐɡˈɛn ænd ɐɡˈɛn, ʌntˈɪl æt lˈæst ʃiː ɡˈeɪv ɪt tə tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti fˈaɪv kˈɑːsæk fˈɛɹi tˈeɪlz hˌɪm. nˈaʊ, wˌɛn wˈɛnzdeɪ θˈɔːt ðæt ˈɔːl ðə pˈiːpəl wɜːɹ ɐslˈiːp, hiː wɛnt ˈaʊt ˌɪntʊ ðə kˈɔːɹtjɑːɹd tə ʃˈɑːɹpən hɪz sˈeɪbɚ.