𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙫 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖:
𝘈𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢 𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘩𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘪𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪, 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙪𝙩𝙖 𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙯𝙯𝙖? 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙞 𝙖 𝙩𝙚? 𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘷, 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘶𝘨𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪.
𝙉𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤? 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰, 𝙚𝙝 𝙨𝙞 𝙡𝙤 𝙨𝙤 𝙫𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙖 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝙥𝙤𝙞 𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙖 𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘥𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙩𝙞 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙫𝙖? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘷𝘶𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘢.
𝙎𝙤𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢 𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘷, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘰, 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙞 𝙪𝙣 𝙥𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘦̀ 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝙢𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙞 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙞́ 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙤 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘶𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙤̀ 𝙞𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘰, 𝙚𝙝𝙞! 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘢.
𝙎𝙖𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙚̀ 𝙪𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙤? 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘪, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘣𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘷 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰, 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘰, 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪, 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦.
𝘋𝘰𝘱𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘢́ 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘭𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰, 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘰, 𝘪 𝘣𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘩𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘦; 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦.
𝘼𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙤𝙥𝙧𝙖 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢, 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘦̀ 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢, 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘢 𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘰, 𝘭𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘰.
𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢, 𝘮𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢, 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪.
𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪, 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪, 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘧𝘰𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀.
𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘧𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢, 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪, 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪, 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘢́ 𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢́.
𝘿𝙞𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘰, 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘰, 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢, 𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘰.
𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙖́ 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚, 𝙘𝙞 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙤 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦.
𝙉𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙚 𝙫𝙖𝙙𝙤, 𝙨𝙩𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙚 𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘢, 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪, 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙤 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙢𝙚 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪, 𝙚𝙝𝙞 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙤 𝙙𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙤? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪, 𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤̀ 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙚, 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢.
𝙉𝙤𝙣 𝙫𝙤𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙣𝙪𝙤𝙫𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙚̀ 𝙙𝙞 𝙣𝙪𝙤𝙫𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚̀ 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙞, 𝙚̀ 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢, 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰, 𝘩𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘤 𝘦̀ 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞 𝙚 𝙨𝙛𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙫𝙪𝙤𝙞, 𝙞𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞 𝙜𝙞𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤̀ 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘧𝘰𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪.
𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘪 𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘰, 𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪, 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪, 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰, 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙤? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘢, 𝙨𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢.
𝘾𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰, 𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘤𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘦̀ 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰, 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦 𝘦 𝘤𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢.
𝘊𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪, 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘦̀ 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰, 𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘦̀ 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰, 𝙤𝙞 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢.
𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙚 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘰, 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘢́ 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘪𝘰̀ 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘰, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦.
𝙄𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙞 𝙩𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙣 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪, 𝘭𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘪, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙚̀ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤, 𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘭𝘪́.
𝙊𝙧𝙖 𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞, 𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙜𝙣𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢, 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰, 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙞 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝙨𝙞 𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙞 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢, 𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙤 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘰, 𝙢𝙖 𝙩𝙪 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙤 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙫𝙪𝙤𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚? 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦.
𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘦 𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢, 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘷𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰.
𝘿𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙫𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙖? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘶𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘦, 𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘭 𝘩𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢, 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘰, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘦̀ 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘦̀ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘥 𝘦̀ 𝘥𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦.
𝘔𝘪 𝘴𝘷𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰̀ 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘢́ 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘦̀ 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 3 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 5, 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰.
𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪, 𝘧𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘦̀ 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦, 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘪 𝘧𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢.
𝘓𝘰 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦, 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘪 𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘷𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝙢𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙤 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦; 𝘦̀ 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘷𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰.
𝘿𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚? 𝘔𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰, 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰 𝘦̀ 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰, 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙞 𝙩𝙪? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢, 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪, 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙡𝙚 10 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘰, 𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪.
𝙉𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙚? 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘰, 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘰̀ 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘷𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘦 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝙫𝙖𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘪.
𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘢 𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪 𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢, 𝙬𝙤𝙬 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘦 𝘷𝘢 𝘢𝘪 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪.
𝙋𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚 𝙪𝙤𝙫𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙚? 𝘔𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘰, 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙙𝙖 𝙩𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘰 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰 𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢, 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰, 𝙩𝙞 𝙘𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰, 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙤̀? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘢; 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘦̀ 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢.
𝘚𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘶𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘶𝘪, 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘣𝘰𝘹𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪.
𝙃𝙖𝙞 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚̀ 𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙢𝙞 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙤? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘴𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪, 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰 𝘦̀ 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝙢𝙞 𝙛𝙖𝙞 𝙚𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙞́ 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘢, 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙡𝙖 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰, 𝙩𝙞 𝙨𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙢𝙞 𝙫𝙪𝙤𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚? 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘷𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦; 𝙨𝙞 𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦.
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