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27. 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙇𝘼!

𝙥𝙤𝙫 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖:
𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘦̀ 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰.
𝘚𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘤𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢, 𝙪𝙝 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞 𝙚̀ 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘶𝘵𝘰, 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘭𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢.
𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰.
𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙞𝙤 𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪, 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤 𝙫𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙪𝙞 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘷𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰, 𝙣𝙤, 𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙖 𝙚 𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙙𝙖 𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙭 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢, 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘢, 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹, 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘦̀ 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘢.
𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰 𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘰, 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙢𝙝 𝙝𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙤 𝘴𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢, 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘢 𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘵𝘰, 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙤 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢.
𝘔𝘪 𝘴𝘷𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘦̀ 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰, 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘢 𝘮𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘦̀ 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́, 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦 𝘤𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰, 𝙙𝙞𝙤, 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤! 𝘌𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰, 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙫𝙚𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙤 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰.
𝘘𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘤𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙞 𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙝 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘪 𝘢𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘪, 𝙣𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦, 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙚̀ 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙞 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙪𝙙𝙞 𝙜𝙡𝙞 𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙞 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘭𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘧𝘢, 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘢́ 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘢.
𝘼𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙞 𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙯𝙤 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢, 𝘮𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘢́ 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦, 𝙄𝘿𝙄𝙊𝙏𝘼 𝙎𝙏𝘼 𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙊 𝘼 𝘿𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙑𝘼𝙄 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝙥𝙚𝙯𝙯𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤! 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘪, 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙀! 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪.
𝘾𝙤𝙨'𝙝𝙖??? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘢, 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙤 𝙜𝙡𝙞 𝙨𝙞 𝙨𝙞𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙢𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙚̀ 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢, 𝙖𝙞𝙖 𝘴𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘰, 𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘰̀ 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦, 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘷𝘢, 𝙢𝙖 𝙜𝙡𝙞 𝙚̀ 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢, 𝙨𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘧𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝙞𝙤 𝙚 𝙡𝙪𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢, 𝙣𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙫𝙤𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙤 𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙡𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘥𝘢, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙡𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭 𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝘮𝘪 𝘦̀ 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰, 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘪 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙫𝙪𝙤𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙞? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢, 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙫𝙤𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙤 𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙖 𝙫𝙤𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙫𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘰, 𝙘𝙞 𝙨𝙞 𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘭 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰.
𝙎𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙞 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘭𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪 𝘩𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘪, 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙖 𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘢𝘪𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪, 𝙘𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙞? 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰, 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙞 𝙢𝙞 𝙛𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘦 𝘤𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘢.
𝙑𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙞 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰, 𝙨𝙚 𝙫𝙪𝙤𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰, 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙞́ 𝙩𝙞 𝙥𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘰𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘰, 𝙩𝙞 𝙫𝙖𝙙𝙤 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘰, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪 𝘦̀ 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘪́.
𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙚 𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘰, 𝘭𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘵, 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙩𝙞 𝙛𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙞? 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝙥𝙤𝙘𝙤 𝘴𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙢𝙝 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦.
𝘼𝙞𝙖 𝘴𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙚̀ 𝙣𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙙𝙞 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙤̀ 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘢́, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘰, 𝘮𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪, 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰.
𝘾 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙤? 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦, 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘴𝘦 𝘦̀ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘥𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢, 𝙚̀ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙪𝙞?! 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦, 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙖! 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘶 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢́ 𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦, 𝘤𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰, 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢, 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘢, 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢.
𝙋𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘰, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰, 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢, 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰, 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘰, 𝘥𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢.
𝙊𝙧𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙪𝙞 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰, 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚̀ 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙤? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘦𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘩𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰, 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘶 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙡𝙪𝙞 𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙫𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰.
𝘓𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘢, 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢, 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝙙𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢, 𝙢𝙝 𝘮𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦, 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖? 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰, 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙤 𝙩𝙪 𝙙𝙞 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘰.