text_original: The first traveler hurried on his way until he came to the village inn, where a great wood fire crackled merrily in the cheery dining room. He took off his warm coat, and sat down to wait for dinner to be served. But he could not forget the picture of the old beggar woman standing on the snowy roadside.
text_transcription: THE FIRST TRAVELLER HURRIED ON HIS WAY UNTIL HE CAME TO THE VILLAGE INN WHERE A GREAT WOOD FIRE CRACKLED MERRILY IN THE CHEERY DINING ROOM HE TOOK OFF HIS WARM COAT AND SAT DOWN TO WAIT FOR DINNER TO BE SERVED BUT HE COULD NOT FORGET THE PICTURE OF THE OLD BEGGAR WOMAN STANDING ON THE SNOWY ROADSIDE
phonemes: ðə fˈɜːst tɹˈævəlɚ hˈɜːɹid ˌɔn hɪz wˈeɪ ʌntˈɪl hiː kˈeɪm tə ðə vˈɪlɪdʒ ˈɪn, wˌɛɹ ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt wˈʊd fˈaɪɚ kɹˈækəld mˈɛɹili ɪnðə tʃˈɪɹi dˈaɪnɪŋ ɹˈuːm. hiː tˈʊk ˈɔf hɪz wˈɔːɹm kˈoʊt, ænd sˈæt dˌaʊn tə wˈeɪt fɔːɹ dˈɪnɚ təbi sˈɜːvd. bˌʌt hiː kʊd nˌɑːt fɚɡˈɛt ðə pˈɪktʃɚɹ ʌvðɪ ˈoʊld bˈɛɡɚ wˈʊmən stˈændɪŋ ɔnðə snˈoʊi ɹˈoʊdsaɪd.