text_original: And in the morning, one will arise as fresh as a lark and look at the window, and see the fields overlaid with hoarfrost, and fine icicles hanging from the naked branches, and the pond covered over with ice as thin as paper, and a white steam rising from the surface, and birds flying overhead with cheerful cries.
text_transcription: AND IN THE MORNING ONE WILL ARISE AS FRESH AS A LARK AND LOOK AT THE WINDOW AND SEE THE FIELDS OVERLAID WITH HOAR FROST AND FINE ICICLES HANGING FROM THE NAKED BRANCHES AND THE POND COVERED OVER WITH ICE AS THIN AS PAPER AND A WHITE STEAM RISING FROM THE SURFACE AND BIRDS FLYING OVERHEAD WITH CHEERFUL CRIES
phonemes: ænd ɪnðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, wˈʌn wɪl ɚɹˈaɪz æz fɹˈɛʃ æz ɐ lˈɑːɹk ænd lˈʊk æt ðə wˈɪndoʊ, ænd sˈiː ðə fˈiːldz ˌoʊvɚlˈeɪd wɪð hˈɔːɹfɹɔst, ænd fˈaɪn ˈaɪsɪkəlz hˈæŋɪŋ fɹʌmðə nˈeɪkᵻd bɹˈæntʃᵻz, ænd ðə pˈɑːnd kˈʌvɚd ˌoʊvɚ wɪð ˈaɪs æz θˈɪn æz pˈeɪpɚ, ænd ɐ wˈaɪt stˈiːm ɹˈaɪzɪŋ fɹʌmðə sˈɜːfɪs, ænd bˈɜːdz flˈaɪɪŋ ˌoʊvɚhˈɛd wɪð tʃˈɪɹfəl kɹˈaɪz.