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60. 𝙉𝙊𝙉 𝙈𝙄 𝙍𝙐𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙄𝙇 𝙍𝘼𝙂𝘼𝙕𝙕𝙊

𝙥𝙤𝙫 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖:
𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢, 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢 𝘦 𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘪 𝘯𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰, 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘰𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘢𝘨𝘩𝘪 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢.
𝘘𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙞 𝙨𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙞 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙢𝙚? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝘀𝗼? 𝙋𝙤𝙞 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘰, 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘥 𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘦.
𝘚𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘰𝘷𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘪, 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭 𝘴𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘢́ 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝙥𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙖 𝙡𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦 𝘧𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘰̀ 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰.
𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚? 𝘔𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰, 𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙞́, 𝙝𝙤 𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙜𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙩𝙚 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦, 𝙞𝙤 𝙘𝙞 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙞𝙘𝙤, 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰 𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦.
𝘗𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢, 𝙨𝙝𝙝 𝙘𝙞 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙤 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙜𝙜𝙞 𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙯𝙖 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰, 𝙚̀ 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙩𝙪𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙯𝙖 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘦.
𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘰 𝘦̀ 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪.
𝘌𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘪, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘻𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰 𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘦̀ 𝘥𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦̀ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘷𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘭 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘰 𝘦̀ 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦̀ 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰, 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦.
𝙊𝙝 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́, 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘰, 𝙤𝙝 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙜𝙞𝙪, 𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙤 𝙝𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙞𝙘𝙤? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰, 𝙩𝙞 𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰, 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙚? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘰, 𝙨𝙞 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙪̀ 𝙙𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙨𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦.
𝘏𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘪 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘪, 𝘴𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦 𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘩𝘢 𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘪.
𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙯𝙯𝙤𝙧𝙖, 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙘𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪, 𝙨𝙞 𝙙𝙖𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘦 𝘤𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪, 𝘮𝘢 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘤 𝘦̀ 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢;
𝘓𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘰?
𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪, 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙖? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦, 𝙥𝙤𝙘𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪, 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙡𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙚 𝙚 𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘰 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰.
𝘼𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙪𝙞 𝙚̀ 𝙪𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪, 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢.
𝙀𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙞 𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢 𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘢, 𝙘𝙤𝙢 𝙚̀ 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙖? 𝘔𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰, 𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪, 𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙯𝙯𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙞 𝙘𝙞 𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙥𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞? 𝘔𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰,𝙚𝙝 𝙨𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙞 𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰
𝙊𝙝 𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙡𝙤 𝙛𝙖? 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰, 𝙚𝙝 𝙨𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘢́ 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝙤𝙝𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙚𝙘𝙘𝙤 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘢, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝙝𝙖 𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙪𝙤 𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙯𝙤, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘦; 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰.
𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙞 𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙪𝙖 𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙯𝙤 𝙝𝙖 𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘰 𝘪𝘰, 𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞 𝙩𝙪? 𝘔𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙪𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢, 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙙𝙖 𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤? 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙨𝙞 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤 𝙩𝙞 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙚̀ 𝙙𝙖 𝙪𝙣 𝙥𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙙𝙚 𝙙𝙞 𝙩𝙚 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦.
𝘼𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙞 𝙚̀ 𝙗𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙫𝙞 𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙪𝙩𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘰, 𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙖 𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙤 𝙢𝙞 𝙨𝙞 𝙚̀ 𝙖𝙫𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞 𝙪𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚̀ 𝙢𝙞𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙫𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙤 𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙖 𝙗𝙡𝙖 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝙚̀ 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙖́ 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢́, 𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙞 𝙩𝙪 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘦.
𝙊𝙝 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘢́ 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘦̀ 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘢, 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘣𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦.
𝘘𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰, 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰, 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘦; 𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘰.
𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙀 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘢, 𝙚𝙝𝙞 𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙤̀ 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘴𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘪𝘢.
𝙑𝙄 𝘼𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘮𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘵𝘰, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙚̀ 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘪, 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦, 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢, 𝙚𝙝 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙚̀ 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙪𝙤 𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙯𝙤? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘢́ 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢́ 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘪𝘰̀ 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘦̀ 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝙨𝙞 𝙙𝙖𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘰.
𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢, 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙞 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞 𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝙢𝙞 𝙥𝙪𝙤𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙡 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙤? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘪, 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤 𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘭 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘦̀ 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘰̀ 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝙞𝙤 𝙨𝙞 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙖 𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙚 𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤 𝙚 𝙝𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘪, 𝘮𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘢́ 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝙫𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦.
𝙎𝙞𝙞𝙞 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢, 𝘴𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘰 𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘰, 𝙚𝙝𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙖 𝙢𝙚 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘣𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘢 𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢.
𝘿𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙖 𝙫𝙪𝙤𝙞 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙚? 𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘪 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰, 𝙦𝙪𝙞 𝙙𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘪, 𝘴𝘪 𝘤 𝘦̀ 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢́ 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘢́ 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘰, 𝙫𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙘 𝙚̀ 𝙡𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘦̀ 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪.
𝘐𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙞 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙞 𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢, 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘪, 𝙊𝙍𝘼 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙀 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙎𝙊 𝘿𝙄𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙃𝙀 𝙄𝙊 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙯𝙖 𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙖 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙜𝙡𝙞 𝙖𝙯𝙯𝙪𝙧𝙞 𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢.
𝘔𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘢 𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘶𝘥𝘰, 𝙩𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚̀? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘪, 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦.
𝙉𝙤 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙪𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦, 𝙢𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙥𝙖𝙯𝙯𝙤? 𝘔𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰, 𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙖 𝙨𝙞 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙜𝙚 𝙚̀ 𝙥𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙞́ 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖 𝙚𝙝 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘢, 𝘦𝘩 𝘴𝘪 𝘩𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘦.
𝘐𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪 𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘥𝘢 𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙯𝙤 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚? 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦, 𝙨𝙞𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢, 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘦, 𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙖 𝙡𝙤 𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙞́ 𝙙𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙤 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦, 𝙪𝙣𝙤, 𝙙𝙪𝙚, 𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘰, 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪.
𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚! 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘰, 𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞 𝙥𝙖𝙯𝙯𝙞 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘰𝘷𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘰.
𝘐𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘦 𝘧𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴, 𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙝 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘢, 𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙖 𝙩𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰, 𝙞𝙤 𝙩𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙤 𝙡𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙯𝙤 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴, 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘭 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘰.
𝙈𝙞 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙡 𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝙚 𝙞𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖? 𝘋𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙞 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘰 𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘰, 𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙖𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪, 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰.
𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙢𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙞́ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦, 𝙚𝙘𝙘𝙤 𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙞? 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘩𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘢́ 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘩𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢, 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙞́ 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙥𝙞𝙪̀ "𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙤" 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘮𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘦̀ 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘰.
𝘋𝘰𝘱𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰, 𝘦̀ 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢, 𝙩𝙞 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘢, 𝙚̀ 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙖𝙖𝙖𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙚𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙞 𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢 𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰, 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙤 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰, 𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙞 𝙧𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙯𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘰.
𝙉𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙤, 𝙫𝙖𝙙𝙤 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙞 𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙞 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚! 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢, 𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙘𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢, 𝙙𝙖𝙞 𝙘𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘯𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝙥𝙤𝙞 𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙞𝙤 𝙡𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙯𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘥𝘦.
𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰, 𝙤𝙝 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰, 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘢 𝘻𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰, 𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘨𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘪, 𝙤𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦.
𝙊𝙝𝙝 𝙚𝙘𝙘𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢, 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪, 𝘰𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘰, 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘦̀ 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘢, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙯𝙯𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚̀ 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙪𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢.
𝘓𝘶𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘢 𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰, 𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘢 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙤̀ 𝙚 𝙩𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙤̀ 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰.
𝘈𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘰 𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘦̀ 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰, 𝘭𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘢.

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