text_original: The Cossack leader, mounted on a light colored horse loaded with plunder, turns in his saddle to shoot at his opponents. It is a furious, desperate scene, so full of action that even as depicted on canvas, one half expects to see the combatants sweep by in a moment.
text_transcription: THE COSSACK LEADER MOUNTED ON A LIVE COLORED HORSE LOADED WITH PLUNDER TURNS IN HIS SADDLE TO SHOOT AT HIS OPPONENTS IT IS A FURIOUS DESPERATE SCENE SO FULL OF ACTION THAT EVEN AS DEPICTED ON CANVAS ONE HALF EXPECTS TO SEE THE COMBATANTS SWEEP BY IN A MOMENT
phonemes: ðə kˈɑːsæk lˈiːdɚ, mˈaʊntᵻd ˌɔn ɐ lˈaɪt kˈʌlɚd hˈɔːɹs lˈoʊdᵻd wɪð plˈʌndɚ, tˈɜːnz ɪn hɪz sˈædəl tə ʃˈuːt æt hɪz əpˈoʊnənts. ɪɾ ɪz ɐ fjˈʊɹɹiəs, dˈɛspɚɹət sˈiːn, sˌoʊ fˈʊl ʌv ˈækʃən ðæt ˈiːvən æz dᵻpˈɪktᵻd ˌɔn kˈænvəs, wˈʌn hˈæf ɛkspˈɛkts tə sˈiː ðə kˈɑːmbætənts swˈiːp baɪ ɪn ɐ mˈoʊmənt.