text_original: 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! WHAT will become of me? WHAT MORE has fate in store for me? For Christ's sake come and see me, Makar Alexievitch! For Christ's sake come and see me soon!
text_transcription: 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 WHAT WILL BECOME OF ME WHAT MORE HAS FATE IN STORE FOR ME FOR CHRIST'S SAKE COME AND SEE ME MAKAR ALEXEYEVICH FOR CHRIST'S SAKE COME AND SEE ME SOON
phonemes: 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! wˌʌt wɪl bɪkˈʌm ʌv mˌiː? wˌʌt mˈɔːɹ hɐz fˈeɪt ɪn stˈɔːɹ fɔːɹ mˌiː? fɔːɹ kɹˈaɪsts sˈeɪk kˈʌm ænd sˈiː mˌiː, mˈækɑːɹ ɐlˈɛksiːvˌɪtʃ! fɔːɹ kɹˈaɪsts sˈeɪk kˈʌm ænd sˈiː mˌiː sˈuːn!