text_original: Next, as the sun rises, he throws his glittering beams everywhere, and melts the thin, glassy ice until the whole scene has come to look bright and clear and exhilarating; and as the fire begins to crackle again in the stove, we sit down to the tea urn, while, chilled with the night cold, our black dog, Polkan, will look in at us through the window, and wag his tail with a cheerful air.
text_transcription: NEXT AS THE SUN RISES HE THROWS HIS GLITTERING BEAMS EVERYWHERE AND MELTS THE THIN GRASSY ICE UNTIL THE WHOLE SCENE HAS COME TO LOOK BRIGHT AND CLEAR AND EXHILARATING AND AS THE FIRE BEGINS TO CRACKLE AGAIN IN THE STOVE WE SIT DOWN TO THE TEA URN WHILE CHILLED WITH THE NIGHT COLD OUR BLACK DOG POLKON WILL LOOK IN AT US THROUGH THE WINDOW AND WAG HIS TAIL WITH A CHEERFUL AIR
phonemes: nˈɛkst, æz ðə sˈʌn ɹˈaɪzᵻz, hiː θɹˈoʊz hɪz ɡlˈɪɾɚɹɪŋ bˈiːmz ˈɛvɹɪwˌɛɹ, ænd mˈɛlts ðə θˈɪn, ɡlˈæsi ˈaɪs ʌntˈɪl ðə hˈoʊl sˈiːn hɐz kˈʌm tə lˈʊk bɹˈaɪt ænd klˈɪɹ ænd ɛɡzˈɪlɐɹəɾɪŋ; ænd æz ðə fˈaɪɚ bɪɡˈɪnz tə kɹˈækəl ɐɡˈɛn ɪnðə stˈoʊv, wiː sˈɪt dˌaʊn tə ðə tˈiː ˈɜːn, wˈaɪl, tʃˈɪld wɪððə nˈaɪt kˈoʊld, ˌaʊɚ blˈæk dˈɑːɡ, pˈoʊlkən, wɪl lˈʊk ɪn æɾ ˌʌs θɹuː ðə wˈɪndoʊ, ænd wˈæɡ hɪz tˈeɪl wɪð ɐ tʃˈɪɹfəl ˈɛɹ.