𝙥𝙤𝙫 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖:
𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴, 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘶𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘰, 𝙘𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙞 𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙞? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢, 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪, 𝙨𝙞𝙞𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘪, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰.
𝘼𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙖 𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘢, 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘢 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘪𝘶𝘵𝘢, 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘢́ 𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢, 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙚 𝙪𝙤𝙫𝙖, 𝙫𝙪𝙤𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙪? 𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘰, 𝙫𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪.
𝘐𝘰 𝘭𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘦,
𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞 𝙡 𝙪𝙤𝙫𝙤 𝙚 𝙡𝙤 𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝘪 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙡 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙖 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘨𝘢, 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚̀ 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙤̀ 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙤 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙤? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢, 𝘨𝘪𝘢̀ 𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙚̀ 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘰, 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪.
𝙃𝙖 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙤, 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙤? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢 𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́, 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰̀, 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢 𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰.
𝙊𝙧𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘰, 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘢 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢, 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙖 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙤̀ 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙣𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙡𝙪𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢, 𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘰, 𝘭𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦.
𝘾𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙞 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰, 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙫𝙪𝙤𝙞 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝙨𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘢 𝘮𝘦.
𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘤𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘭𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘦̀ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢.
𝙑𝙖𝙞 𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙙𝙞 𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢, 𝙢𝙝 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙤𝙣𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢, 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙡 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙤 𝙚̀ 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙪𝙣 𝙥𝙤 𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞 𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙞 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦.
𝙎𝙚𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙪 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰, 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘩𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 3 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪, 𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪.
𝘿𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘰, 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙤𝙣𝙞? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢, 𝙤𝙫𝙫𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝙢𝙖 𝙫𝙤𝙞 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙢𝙚? 𝘤𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘪, 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘰.
𝙈𝙖 𝙡𝙖 𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙯𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙪𝙞 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙫𝙞 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙤?
𝘔𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦, 𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙞 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙫𝙖 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙢𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘢, 𝘯𝘰𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘦, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙪𝙣𝙤 𝙚̀ 𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙤 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝙢𝙞 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙫𝙞𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘰, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙩𝙪𝙤 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘭 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘰.
𝙎𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘢, 𝘤𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰, 𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘰, 𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙤? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘤𝘢, 𝙨𝙞 𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘪.
𝘼𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰, 𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢, 𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪 𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪 𝘤𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘰, 𝙘 𝙚̀ 𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘥𝘢, 𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙙𝙞 𝙡𝙖̀ 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘣𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰.
𝙈𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙚 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘰, 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰, 𝘤𝘦 𝘭 𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝙢𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙖́ 𝙩𝙚 𝙡 𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙚̀ 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙫𝙞 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙤̀ 𝙥𝙤𝙞 𝙚̀ 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙚̀ 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪 𝘨𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘪, 𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘢.
𝘚𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰,
𝙙𝙞𝙤 𝙥- 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘮𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪́ 𝘥𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘻𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘮𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝙯𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙘 𝙚̀ 𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢, 𝙢𝙝 𝙢𝙞 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙯𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙤, 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙤̀ 𝙥𝙞𝙪̀ 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘭 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘰.
𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙞𝙞 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘪, 𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘰 𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘰̀ 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙖 𝙚𝙝 𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰, 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤 𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢, 𝙚𝙝 𝙨𝙞, 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙤𝙣𝙞 𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘢.
𝘊𝘪 𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰, 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙤𝙞 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝙢𝙝 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘰, 𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘭 𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘢́ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰, 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰.
𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪, 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢 𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘦̀ 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘵𝘰, 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘢, 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘻𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰.
𝙀𝙝 𝙨𝙞 𝙨𝙤𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘰, 𝘭𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙤̀ 𝙣𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘰, 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖? 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪, 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘪, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚 𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰.
𝘼𝙝 𝙞𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚? 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝙨𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙤 𝙩𝙪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘰, 𝙫𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙤, 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙤̀ 𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙡 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘢́ 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘢́ 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰, 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘦 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘢, 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘪.
𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙖 𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘪, 𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙞𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰, 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢 𝘭𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢, 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝙑𝙄 𝙇𝘼𝙎𝘾𝙄𝙊 𝙎𝙊𝙇𝙄 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙎! 𝘓𝘰 𝘴𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪.
𝙉𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙖 𝙨𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙞 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙡𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪, 𝙫𝙖 𝙖 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙢 𝙙𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙨, 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙪𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚̀ 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧? 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘦.
𝙀' 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪, 𝙢𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙞 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚! 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝙞𝙤 𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙞 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙢 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧! 𝙉𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙥𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙖 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘰̀, 𝙚𝙝 𝙨𝙞 𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙤 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝙝𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙖 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘰 𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰.
𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧? 𝘴𝘣𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰, 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙞 𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙚 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰, 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞? 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝙨𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘢.
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