text_original: What a strange man you are, Makar Alexievitch! You take things so much to heart that you never know what it is to be happy. I read your letters attentively, and can see from them that, though you worry and disturb yourself about me, you never give a thought to yourself.
text_transcription: WHAT A STRANGE MAN YOU ARE MAKAR ALEXEYEVITCH YOU TAKE THINGS SO MUCH TO HEART THAT YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT IT IS TO BE HAPPY I READ YOUR LETTERS ATTENTIVELY AND CAN SEE FROM THEM THAT THOUGH YOU WORRY AND DISTURB YOURSELF ABOUT ME YOU NEVER GIVE A THOUGHT TO YOURSELF
phonemes: wˌʌt ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ mˈæn juː ɑːɹ, mˈækɑːɹ ɐlˈɛksiːvˌɪtʃ! juː tˈeɪk θˈɪŋz sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ tə hˈɑːɹt ðæt juː nˈɛvɚ nˈoʊ wʌt ɪɾ ɪz təbi hˈæpi. aɪ ɹˈiːd jʊɹ lˈɛɾɚz ɐtˈɛntɪvli, ænd kæn sˈiː fɹʌm ðˌɛm ðˈæt, ðˌoʊ juː wˈʌɹi ænd dɪstˈɜːb jɔːɹsˈɛlf ɐbˈaʊt mˌiː, juː nˈɛvɚ ɡˈɪv ɐ θˈɔːt tə jɔːɹsˈɛlf.