text_original: Yet somehow I feel depressed when I read it, for I seem now to have grown twice as old as I was when I penned its concluding lines. Ah, Makar Alexievitch, how weary I am  how this insomnia tortures me! Convalescence is indeed a hard thing to bear!
text_transcription: YET SOMEHOW I FEEL DEPRESSED WHEN I READ IT FOR I SEEM NOW TO HAVE GROWN TWICE AS OLD AS I WAS WHEN I PENNED ITS CONCLUDING LINES AH MAKAR ALEXEYEVITCH HOW WEARY I AM HOW THIS INSOMNIA TORTURES ME CONVALESCENCE IS INDEED A HARD THING TO BEAR
phonemes: jˈɛt sˈʌmhaʊ aɪ fˈiːl dᵻpɹˈɛst wɛn aɪ ɹˈiːd ɪt, fɔːɹ aɪ sˈiːm nˈaʊ tə hæv ɡɹˈoʊn twˈaɪs æz ˈoʊld æz aɪ wʌz wɛn aɪ pˈɛnd ɪts kəŋklˈuːdɪŋ lˈaɪnz. ˈɑː, mˈækɑːɹ ɐlˈɛksiːvˌɪtʃ, hˌaʊ wˈɪɹi aɪɐm hˌaʊ ðɪs ɪnsˈɑːmniə tˈɔːɹtʃɚz mˌiː! kˌɑːnvəlˈɛsəns ɪz ˌɪndˈiːd ɐ hˈɑːɹd θˈɪŋ tə bˈɛɹ!