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39. 𝘾' 𝙀'𝙌𝙐𝘼𝙇𝘾𝙊𝙎𝘼 𝘿𝙄 𝙋𝙄𝙐'

𝙥𝙤𝙫 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖:
𝘔𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘢, 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢, 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘪 𝘧𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰, 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘻𝘦,  𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘢.
𝘚𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘢́ 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪, 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰.
𝘿𝙞𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙚̀ 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘶 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢,  𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪, 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝙤𝙞 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙚̀ 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤? 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚? 𝘔𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢, 𝘮𝘪 𝘩𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘦̀ 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦.
𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦, 𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙯𝙯𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪 𝘦́ 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘮𝘰 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦.
𝙏𝙞 𝙛𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢, 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘦 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰 𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢, 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘦 𝘭𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝙃𝙊 𝘿𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙊 𝘾𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀𝙉𝙀 𝘴𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰.
𝙏𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙞 𝙪𝙣 𝙗𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙦𝙪𝙖, 𝙗𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘯𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰, 𝘣𝘦𝘷𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢 𝘪𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘰, 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡 𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙤 𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢́ 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘢́ 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰.
𝙇𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚? 𝘔𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰, 𝙢𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙞? 𝘔𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘦̀ 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘰.
𝙈𝙞 𝙫𝙪𝙤𝙞 𝙙- 𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰, 𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙏𝘼! 𝙏𝙄 𝙃𝙊 𝘿𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙊 𝘾𝙃𝙀 𝙉𝙊𝙉 𝙃𝙊 𝙉𝙐𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝙉𝙊𝙉 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙋𝙊𝙍𝘾𝘼 𝙋𝙐𝙏𝙏𝘼𝙉𝘼 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘪 𝘪𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘪𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪, 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢.
𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘪 𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘩𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪 𝘦̀ 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘷𝘢, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘦.
𝘙𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰, 𝘷𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘮𝘢 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘪, 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘦̀ 𝘣𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘢, 𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘢 𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘦̀ 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘰.
𝘐𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘩𝘰 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰, 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰, 𝘦̀ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰.
𝘋𝘰𝘱𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪, 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘴𝘶 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘮𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘰 𝘭𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢́.
𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢, 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘰, 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘷𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹.
𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘮𝘪 𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘪𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘰̀, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘰.
𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘪 𝘴𝘷𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰, 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘪 𝘦̀ 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘭𝘢 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘢 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦.
𝘔𝘪 𝘴𝘷𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰, 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘷𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘪, 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘢́ 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝙜𝙞𝙖́ 𝙨𝙫𝙚𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙤? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪, 𝙚𝙝 𝙨𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘦̀ 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢, 𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪.
𝘼𝙡𝙚𝙭 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙩𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝙙𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙞 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙚𝙘𝙘𝙤 𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙫𝙪𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙘𝙪𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦, 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖?! 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚? 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙯𝙖 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰.
𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙚̀ 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹, 𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙭 𝙞𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙞 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙪̀ 𝙙𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙤, 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘰, 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙙𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙤, 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙤̀ 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹, 𝙡𝙤 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙤, 𝙢𝙞 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙤̀ 𝙩𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙙𝙖 𝙪𝙣𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙤 𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙚 𝙣𝙚 𝙚̀ 𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰.
𝙉𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙤 𝙨𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚? 𝘔𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘢, 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙣𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰, 𝙫𝙪𝙤𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙤 𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙧𝙤? 𝘿𝙖𝙫𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙤? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙗𝙚𝙝 𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞 𝙝𝙖 𝙝𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤, 𝙜𝙡𝙞 𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙫𝙪𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙖, 𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙫𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙚̀ 𝙜𝙞𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙤, 𝙨𝙞 𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙫𝙤 𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘪, 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞 𝙫𝙪𝙤𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙤 𝙖 𝙡𝙪𝙞? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹, 𝙨𝙞 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦.
𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙚̀ 𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖 𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞 𝙜𝙞𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙖́ 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘢́ 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰, 𝙡𝙤 𝙨𝙤 𝙚̀ 𝙪𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙞 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙞 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙪𝙞 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙤̀ 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹, 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙪 𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹, 𝘭𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰, 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚̀? 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘰, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙞́ 𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙚 𝙡𝙮𝙤𝙣 𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞 𝙨𝙞 𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙘 𝙚̀ 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖 𝙙𝙞 𝙥𝙞𝙪̀ 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦.
𝘚𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘪𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘰, 𝙙𝙖𝙞 𝙨𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘭𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰.
𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘪 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙄𝘾𝙄𝙊𝙊𝙊 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰, 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚? 𝙏𝙞 𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘰.
𝙍𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙯𝙞 𝙢𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙚̀ 𝙙𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞 𝙫𝙪𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘺𝘰𝘯, 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙫𝙪𝙤𝙞 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚 𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘰, 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢?
𝘓𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘭 𝘩𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘢, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰, 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘰.
𝙐𝙝 𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘢, 𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹.
𝘔𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤 𝘦̀ 𝘯𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘰, 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙪𝙞 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦, 𝙘𝙝𝙞? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢, 𝙛𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰, 𝙥𝙪𝙤́ 𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰.
𝙈𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙚̀ 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙤, 𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙖́ 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘣𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙖́ 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘢, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘭 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢, 𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰.
𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢, 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢?
𝘓𝘰 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘦̀ 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘰, 𝙙𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙞 𝙞𝙣 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙤? 𝘔𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘢.
𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘤𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘰, 𝘩𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘦̀ 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭 𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘰 𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘰, 𝘤𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤 𝘦̀ 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘰.
𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘦 𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘷𝘢 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘢, 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘦̀ 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘢 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦, 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢, 𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘢́ 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘢́ 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘰.
𝘚𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘰 𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢, 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰, 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘪, 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘮𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰.
𝘔𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘰, 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘪 𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘦̀ 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘪, 𝘩𝘢 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘦 𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘢 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘦.

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