text_original: What can the man be wanting? At all events, I refuse to know such people. What have they to do with my wretched self? Ah, how I am haunted with anxiety, for every moment I keep thinking that Bwikov is at hand!
text_transcription: WHAT CAN THE MAN BE WANTING AT ALL EVENTS I REFUSE TO KNOW SUCH PEOPLE WHAT HAVE THEY TO DO WITH MY WRETCHED SELF AH HOW I AM HAUNTED WITH ANXIETY FOR EVERY MOMENT I KEEP THINKING THAT BRIKOV IS AT HAND
phonemes: wˌʌt kæn ðə mˈæn biː wˈɔntɪŋ? æɾ ˈɔːl ᵻvˈɛnts, aɪ ɹᵻfjˈuːz tə nˈoʊ sˈʌtʃ pˈiːpəl. wˌʌt hæv ðeɪ tə dˈuː wɪð maɪ ɹˈɛtʃᵻd sˈɛlf? ˈɑː, hˌaʊ aɪɐm hˈɔːntᵻd wɪð æŋzˈaɪəɾi, fɔːɹ ˈɛvɹi mˈoʊmənt aɪ kˈiːp θˈɪŋkɪŋ ðæt bˈiːwˈɪkɑːv ɪz æt hˈænd!