text_original: Indeed, verses are the only thing that your letter lacks, Makar Alexievitch. And what tender feelings I can read in it  what roseate coloured fancies! To the curtain, however, I had never given a thought. The fact is that when I moved the flower pots, it LOOPED ITSELF up. There now!
text_transcription: INDEED VERSES ARE THE ONLY THING THAT YOUR LETTER LACKS MAKAR ALEXEYEVICH AND WHAT TENDER FEELINGS I CAN READ IN IT WHAT ROSEATE COLOURED FANCIES TO THE CURTAIN HOWEVER I HAD NEVER GIVEN A THOUGHT THE FACT IS THAT WHEN I MOVED THE FLOWER POTS IT LOOPED ITSELF UP THERE NOW
phonemes: ˌɪndˈiːd, vˈɜːsᵻz ɑːɹ ðɪ ˈoʊnli θˈɪŋ ðæt jʊɹ lˈɛɾɚ lˈæks, mˈækɑːɹ ɐlˈɛksiːvˌɪtʃ. ænd wʌt tˈɛndɚ fˈiːlɪŋz aɪ kæn ɹˈiːd ɪn ɪt wʌt ɹˈoʊzeɪt kˈʌlɚd fˈænsiz! tə ðə kˈɜːtən, haʊˈɛvɚ, aɪ hæd nˈɛvɚ ɡˈɪvən ɐ θˈɔːt. ðə fˈækt ɪz ðæt wɛn aɪ mˈuːvd ðə flˈaʊɚ pˈɑːts, ɪt lˈuːpt ɪtsˈɛlf ˈʌp. ðɛɹ nˈaʊ!