text_original: How I used to love the country in autumn! Then but a child, I was yet a sensitive being who loved autumn evenings better than autumn mornings. I remember how beside our house, at the foot of a hill, there lay a large pond, and how the pond  I can see it even now!  shone with a broad, level surface that was as clear as crystal. On still evenings this pond would be at rest, and not a rustle would disturb the trees which grew on its banks and overhung the motionless expanse of water.
text_transcription: HOW I USED TO LOVE THE COUNTRY IN AUTUMN THEN MOTHER CHILD I WAS YET A SENSITIVE BEING WHO LOVED AUTUMN EVENINGS BETTER THAN AUTUMN MORNINGS I REMEMBER HOW BESIDE OUR HOUSE AT THE FOOT OF A HILL THERE LAY A LARGE POND AND HOW THE POND I CAN SEE IT EVEN NOW SHONE WITH A BROAD LEVELED SURFACE THAT WAS AS CLEAR AS CRYSTAL ON STILL EVENINGS THIS POND WOULD BE AT REST AND NOT A RUSTLE WOULD DISTURB THE TREES WHICH GREW ON ITS BANKS AND OVERHUNG THE MOTIONLESS EXPANSE OF WATER
phonemes: hˌaʊ aɪ jˈuːzd tə lˈʌv ðə kˈʌntɹi ɪn ˈɔːɾʌm! ðˈɛn bˌʌt ɐ tʃˈaɪld, aɪ wʌz jˈɛt ɐ sˈɛnsᵻtˌɪv bˌiːɪŋ hˌuː lˈʌvd ˈɔːɾʌm ˈiːvnɪŋz bˈɛɾɚ ðɐn ˈɔːɾʌm mˈɔːɹnɪŋz. aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ hˌaʊ bᵻsˌaɪd ˌaʊɚ hˈaʊs, æt ðə fˈʊt əvə hˈɪl, ðɛɹ lˈeɪ ɐ lˈɑːɹdʒ pˈɑːnd, ænd hˌaʊ ðə pˈɑːnd aɪ kæn sˈiː ɪɾ ˈiːvən nˈaʊ!  ʃˈɑːn wɪð ɐ bɹˈɔːd, lˈɛvəl sˈɜːfɪs ðæt wʌz æz klˈɪɹ æz kɹˈɪstəl. ˌɔn stˈɪl ˈiːvnɪŋz ðɪs pˈɑːnd wʊd biː æt ɹˈɛst, ænd nˌɑːɾɚ ɹˈʌsəl wʊd dɪstˈɜːb ðə tɹˈiːz wˌɪtʃ ɡɹˈuː ˌɔn ɪts bˈæŋks ænd ˌoʊvɚhˈʌŋ ðə mˈoʊʃənləs ɛkspˈæns ʌv wˈɔːɾɚ.