text_original: Often, too, Pokrovski would give me books. At first I read them merely so as to avoid going to sleep, but afterwards I examined them with more attention, and subsequently with actual avidity, for they opened up to me a new, an unexpected, an unknown, an unfamiliar world.
text_transcription: OFTEN TOO POKERVSKI WOULD GIVE ME BOOKS AT FIRST I READ THEM MERELY SO AS TO AVOID GOING TO SLEEP BUT AFTERWARDS I EXAMINED THEM WITH MORE ATTENTION AND SUBSEQUENTLY WITH ACTUAL AVIDITY FOR THEY OPENED UP TO ME A NEW AND UNEXPECTED AN UNKNOWN AND UNFAMILIAR WORLD
phonemes: ˈɔfən, tˈuː, pəkɹˈɑːvski wʊd ɡˈɪv mˌiː bˈʊks. æt fˈɜːst aɪ ɹˈiːd ðˌɛm mˈɪɹli sˌoʊ æz tʊ ɐvˈɔɪd ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə slˈiːp, bˌʌt ˈæftɚwɚdz aɪ ɛɡzˈæmɪnd ðˌɛm wɪð mˈɔːɹ ɐtˈɛnʃən, ænd sˈʌbsᵻkwəntli wɪð ˈæktʃuːəl ævˈɪdᵻɾi, fɔːɹ ðeɪ ˈoʊpənd ˌʌp tə mˌiː ɐ nˈuː, ɐn ˌʌnɛkspˈɛktᵻd, ɐn ʌnnˈoʊn, ɐn ʌnfəmˈɪlɪɹ wˈɜːld.