text_original: As I listened to the old man I could not help laughing and crying in a breath. Certainly he knew how to lie when the occasion required! The books were transferred to his son's room, and arranged upon a shelf, where Pokrovski at once guessed the truth about them.
text_transcription: AS I LISTENED TO THE OLD MAN I COULD NOT HELP LAUGHING AND CRYING IN A BREATH CERTAINLY HE KNEW HOW TO LIE WHEN THE OCCASION REQUIRED THE BOOKS WERE TRANSFERRED TO HIS SON'S ROOM AND ARRANGED UPON A SHELF WHERE POKROVSKI AT ONCE GUESSED THE TRUTH ABOUT THEM
phonemes: æz aɪ lˈɪsənd tə ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈæn aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt hˈɛlp lˈæfɪŋ ænd kɹˈaɪɪŋ ɪn ɐ bɹˈɛθ. sˈɜːʔn̩li hiː nˈuː hˌaʊ tə lˈaɪ wɛn ðɪ əkˈeɪʒən ɹᵻkwˈaɪɚd! ðə bˈʊks wɜː tɹænsfˈɜːd tə hɪz sˈʌnz ɹˈuːm, ænd ɚɹˈeɪndʒd əpˌɑːn ɐ ʃˈɛlf, wˌɛɹ pəkɹˈɑːvski ɐtwˈʌns ɡˈɛst ðə tɹˈuːθ ɐbˈaʊt ðˌɛm.