𝙥𝙤𝙫 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖:
𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰, 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘪 𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦, 𝙣𝙞𝙘- 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝙃𝘼𝙄 𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙏𝙊 𝙄 𝘾𝙊𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙄! 𝙇𝙀𝙑𝘼𝙏𝙄 𝘿𝘼𝙇 𝘾𝘼𝙕𝙕𝙊! 𝘓𝘦 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢.
𝙑𝙪𝙤𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞? 𝘔𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰, 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘪?
𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙕𝙕𝙊 𝙏𝙄 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙄 𝘼𝘿 𝙐𝙍𝙇𝘼𝙍𝙈𝙄 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊! 𝘚𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘰, 𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙋𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙄! 𝘔𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘪, 𝙎𝙄 𝙋𝙊𝙍𝘾𝘼 𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙄𝘼, 𝙎𝙄, 𝙑𝙊𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙊 𝘾𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝙄 𝙇𝘼𝙎𝘾𝙄 𝙄𝙉 𝙋𝘼𝘾𝙀, 𝙑𝙊𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙊 𝘾𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝙄 𝙇𝘼𝙎𝘾𝙄 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙀𝙈𝙀 𝘼 𝙇𝙐𝙄 𝙀 𝙑𝙊𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙊 𝘾𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙐 𝙎𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙄𝙎𝘾𝘼 𝘿𝘼 𝙌𝙐𝙄! 𝙉𝙊𝙉 𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝙄 𝙄𝙉𝙄𝙕𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙊 𝙐𝙉 𝘾𝘼𝙕𝙕𝙊 𝘿𝙄 𝙉𝙐𝙇𝙇𝘼! 𝙉𝙊𝙉 𝙎𝘼𝙄 𝙉𝙐𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙄 𝙈𝙀 𝙀 𝙄𝙊 𝙉𝙐𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙄 𝙏𝙀, 𝙉𝙊𝙉 𝙉𝙊𝙉 𝙎𝙄𝘼𝙈𝙊 𝙈𝘼𝙄 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙄 𝙀 𝙉𝙊𝙉 𝙎𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙊 𝙈𝘼𝙄 𝙉𝙐𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙄𝙏𝙊?! 𝘜𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰, 𝘴𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘰, 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘢́ 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘰.
𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰, 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘰, 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘰, 𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰, 𝘦̀ 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘰, 𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘤 𝘦̀ 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦 𝘦̀ 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪.
𝙊𝙝 𝙚𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙞, 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙫𝙖𝙞 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙡𝙞 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪, 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘤 𝘦̀ 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘰, 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙤 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙞 𝙥𝙤𝙘𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙪̀ 𝙨𝙪? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢, 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰.
𝙀𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞, 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞, 𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘨𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝙨𝙖𝙞 𝙜𝙞𝙖́ 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙤 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪.
𝘼𝙝 𝙣𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙪̀ 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙚̀ 𝙥𝙞𝙪̀ 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢, 𝙫𝙖𝙙𝙤? 𝘔𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘰.
𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙖́ 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙖́ 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙖 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘢́ 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘪, 𝙙𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖? 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢, 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘦, 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰.
𝙋𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙖! 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘨𝘯𝘪 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦̀ 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰, 𝙘𝙞 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘨𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪, 𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙏𝘼, 𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙏𝘼 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰, 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝘾𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙐𝙏𝙏𝙊 𝘿𝘼 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙊! 𝘴𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰 𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰.
𝘾𝙚 𝙡𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙤, 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪, 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪 𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰, 𝙐𝙉 𝘾𝙐𝙊𝙍𝙀 𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙀 𝙉𝙊? 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢, 𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙪𝙤 𝙘𝙪𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙚̀ 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙞́ 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘧𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰.
𝙁𝙚𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙞! 𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘭𝘰 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰 𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪, 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰 "𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰" 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙞, 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙞 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙢𝙞 𝙞𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙞́ 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀.
𝙉𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙤̀ 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙣𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙊 𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙊 𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙊 𝙐𝙉 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙏𝙊 𝘾𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙈𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘼 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙚̀ 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙤, 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙞́ 𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞 𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙤̀ 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙤? 𝘼𝙛𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙤 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙪𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖 𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢, 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢, 𝙘𝙞 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙤 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪.
𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘰 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪, 𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘮𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰, 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘢 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́, 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘰. 𝙁𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙐𝙇𝙊! 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪, 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪, 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́, 𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘰, 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘰, 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰 𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘷𝘢 𝘢 𝘴𝘷𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘰, 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘨𝘢, 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘪 𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦.
𝘖𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘻𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘪, 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘰 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙞 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘻𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝙚 𝙙𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦.
𝙉𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰, 𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘨𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘯𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘩𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘨𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙖? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘰, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́, 𝘷𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘦̀ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘢, 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙪𝙣 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪 𝘩𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘰.
𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀, 𝙨𝙝𝙝 𝙫𝙖 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙤 𝙞𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙚, 𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘢, 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘩𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘢, 𝙨𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙞, 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙞, 𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪, 𝙈𝙄𝙊 𝘿𝙄𝙊 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘰, 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢.
𝘔𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘷𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘪 𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘯𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰 𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦, 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙘𝙤 𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢.
𝘓𝘰 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰 𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘢 𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘨𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝙘𝙚 𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘢 𝘮𝘦, 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙚 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘮𝘦. 𝙉𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞 𝙩𝙚 𝙡 𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤, 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙞 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙚 𝙚 𝙘𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙤̀ 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰, 𝙤𝙝 𝙚𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘨𝘰, 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘰, 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙚̀ 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙖́ 𝙙𝙤𝙥𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙤̀ 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤 𝙡 𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙢𝙤 𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰, 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪.
𝙊𝙧𝙖 𝙙𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙩𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙯𝙯𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙢𝙚? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰, 𝙨𝙞 𝙢𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰, 𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙤 𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞 𝙥𝙤𝙘𝙤 𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙘𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙙𝙖 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙫𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘷𝘢, 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪.
𝙑𝙞𝙫𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦, 𝙖 𝙩𝙚 𝙫𝙖? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰, 𝙨𝙞 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘰, 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢, 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢, 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘢, 𝙢𝙞 𝙫𝙪𝙤𝙞 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙖? 𝘿𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙤 𝙚𝙝 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰, 𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰, 𝙢𝙞 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙪𝙤 𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙤 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰.
𝘙𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘭𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙫𝙖? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘰, 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝙛𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙘𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙥𝙤 𝙢𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙤 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘶𝘵𝘰, 𝙨𝙚 𝙫𝙪𝙤𝙞 𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙞 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙖 𝙢𝙚 𝘮𝘪 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰.
𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢, 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙚̀ 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙘𝙤 𝙫𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘰 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘻𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘪, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘭 𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦.
𝙑𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙞 𝙚̀ 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘰, 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙞 𝙫𝙖 𝙡𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘪𝘰, 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦, 𝙚̀ 𝙗𝙪𝙤𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙚 𝙡 𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙞𝙤 𝙚𝙝 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘪.
𝙊𝙠 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙝𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙞 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖 𝙙𝙞 𝙥𝙞𝙪̀ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰, 𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦, 𝘦̀ 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘰, 𝙙𝙤𝙫𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢, 𝙫𝙪𝙤𝙞 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙢𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙥𝙤 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙚̀ 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢, 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙖- 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘰 𝘻𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢, 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙯𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙞 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙤, 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙖 𝙩𝙚 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘨𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘪.
𝘊𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦̀ 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘰, 𝙢𝙝 𝘮𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘰𝘭𝘰, 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝙤𝙝 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢, 𝘴𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪, 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘨𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘥𝘪.
𝘊𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘤𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘶 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦 𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰, 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘦̀ 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘦̀ 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘪 𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘰, 𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪, 𝙩𝙪 𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙤? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙪 𝙡𝙤 𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙞? 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘪, 𝙨𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰, 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦.
𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘢 𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪, 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘰, 𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘪𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘪, 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘰, 𝘭𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘪.
𝘗𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰, 𝘴𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘢 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚̀ 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞? 𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘮𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢, 𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘰 𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘰.
𝘚𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘩𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘦̀ 𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝘮𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦, 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘷𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰.
𝘊 𝘦̀ 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘢, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘪 𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘪, 𝘦̀ 𝘨𝘪𝘢́ 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰.
𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘢 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰.
𝙊𝙝 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦, 𝙨𝙝𝙝 𝙫𝙖 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚, 𝙨𝙩𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙞 𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘤𝘢, 𝘴𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦 𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰, 𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢, 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘢 𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘢, 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘦 𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰.
𝘊𝘪 𝘴𝘷𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘪 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢, 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘢, 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘪, 𝙢𝙝 𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙤 𝘴𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰̀, 𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘢.
𝙊𝙜𝙜𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙡 𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰, 𝙚𝙝 𝙨𝙞 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘰 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘣𝘰𝘹𝘦𝘳, 𝙚𝙝𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰, 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙘 𝙚? 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙤𝙝 𝙫𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘶𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢.
𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙯𝙤 𝙣𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝙩𝙞 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙚𝙝, 𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘪, 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙪𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰, 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘰.
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