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36. "𝙇𝘼𝙑𝙊𝙍𝘼𝙍𝙀"

𝙥𝙤𝙫 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖:
𝘓𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘢.
𝙂𝙞𝙖 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙤? 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘶 𝘤𝘶𝘪 𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘰, 𝙨𝙞 𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪, 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘥𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪.
𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚? 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢, 𝙗𝙚𝙝 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰.
𝙇𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞? 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦, 𝙨𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘶 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪 𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪́ 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘦𝘥 𝘦̀ 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪; 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘦 "𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦" 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘶 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰.
𝘓𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘪 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢, 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰.
𝘓𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘥𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘦̀ 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢, 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘨𝘰 𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘪 𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘪 𝘦 𝘭𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢.
𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢 𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰; 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘨𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘧𝘢 𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘮𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘰.
𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙙𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞? 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘧𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘮𝘢 𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝙢𝙝 𝘮𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘪, 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙯𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙤̀ 𝙘𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙞 𝙨𝙪 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘣𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰.
𝙈𝙝 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚- 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰, 𝙙𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢, 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘱𝘰 𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰 𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘰𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘶 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘧𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪; 𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦.
𝙊𝙝- 𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢, 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪, 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘪; 𝘮𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘦̀ 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪.