text_original: To the end I shall keep you in my prayers. How my heart is aching under its load of sorrow!... Monsieur Bwikov is just calling for me....  Your ever loving B. P.S.  My heart is full! It is full to bursting of tears! Sorrow has me in its grip, and is tearing me to pieces.
text_transcription: TO THE END I SHALL KEEP YOU IN MY PRAYERS HOW MY HEART IS ACHING UNDER ITS LOAD OF SORROW MONSIEUR BREAKOV IS JUST CALLING FOR ME YOUR EVER LOVING P S MY HEART IS FULL IT IS FULL TO BURSTING OF TEARS SORROW HAS ME IN ITS GRIP AND IS TEARING ME TO PIECES
phonemes: tə ðɪ ˈɛnd aɪʃˌɐl kˈiːp juː ɪn maɪ pɹˈɛɹz. hˌaʊ maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɪz ˈeɪkɪŋ ˌʌndɚɹ ɪts lˈoʊd ʌv sˈɑːɹoʊ!... məsjˈɜː bˈiːwˈɪkɑːv ɪz dʒˈʌst kˈɔːlɪŋ fɔːɹ mˌiː....  jʊɹ ˈɛvɚ lˈʌvɪŋ bˈiː. pˈiː.ˈɛs.  maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɪz fˈʊl! ɪɾ ɪz fˈʊl tə bˈɜːstɪŋ ʌv tˈɪɹz! sˈɑːɹoʊ hɐz mˌiː ɪn ɪts ɡɹˈɪp, ænd ɪz tˈɛɹɪŋ mˌiː tə pˈiːsᵻz.