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/𝗂\ 𝗍𝗐 : 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗊𝗎𝖾/𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅, 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝖼𝖺, 𝖽𝖾́𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝖾 (𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇), 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾 (𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇) /𝗂\

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𝖭𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖾́𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾́ 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗎𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝗋. 𝖠̀ 𝗅'𝖾́𝗉𝗈𝗊𝗎𝖾, 𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗏𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖼 𝖽𝖾 𝗅'𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅, 𝗆'𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾. 𝖱𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗋𝖾̀𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾́𝗌, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗃𝖾 𝗆'𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗂𝗍. 𝖩'𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗋𝗈 𝖺̀ 𝗅'𝖾𝖼𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒, 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝖺𝗉𝗋𝖾̀𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌, 𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗎𝗌𝖾. 𝖩𝖾 𝗇'𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 𝖺̀ 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗓 𝗆𝗈𝗂, 𝖺̀ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾. 𝖳𝗋𝖾̀𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗃𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗆 𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗂 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖽'𝖺𝗉𝗋𝖾̀𝗌 𝗃'𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗋. 𝖬𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝗎𝗇 𝖽𝖾́𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝗊𝗎'𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾, 𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺̀ 𝗏𝗎 𝖽'œ𝗂𝗅 𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝖩𝖾 𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌, 𝗃𝖾 𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖾̀𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗉𝖾́ 𝖾𝗍 𝗃𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾́𝖾. 𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝖺̀, 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖽'𝖺𝖽𝗋𝖾́𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗍 𝗃𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗎𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖡𝗂𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗃𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾. 𝖯𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇? 𝖬𝗈𝗂-𝗆𝖾̂𝗆𝖾 𝗃𝖾 𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌. 𝖠𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺̀-𝖻𝖺𝗌, 𝗃𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝖺̀ 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗃𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝖼𝗂, 𝖽𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝖺𝖼. 𝖬𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗎 𝖼𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗍 𝖾́𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾́𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗌, 𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾́𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾́𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖩'𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖾̀𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝖺̀ 𝗅'𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗌, 𝖼𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖾́𝗌 𝖽'𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖩'𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾́𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖾́𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖵𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇, 𝗎𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖾́𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾́ 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖾́𝗌 𝖽𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝗋, 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖾̂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗌 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝖾̂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗎𝗌𝖾. 𝖴𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗂 𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗅𝖺 𝖿𝖾̂𝗍𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝖾́𝗃𝖺̀ 𝖺̀ 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗅. 𝖫𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 «𝖲𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇» 𝖽𝖾 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝖯𝖺𝗒𝗇𝖺 (𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍. 𝖰𝗎𝖺𝗏𝗈) 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾̂𝗆𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗊𝗎'𝖺̀ 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋. 𝖣'𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗅'𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈̂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗌. 𝖫𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗌'𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗇𝗈 𝖺𝗎 𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾, 𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾́𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗇𝖾 𝗌'𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾̂𝗍𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌. 𝖩𝖾 𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗋. 𝖠𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖼̧𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺̀ 𝗌𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗏𝗎𝖾 𝗅'𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗊𝗎'𝗂𝗅 𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗍, 𝗆𝗈𝗂 𝗃𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾́𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋. 𝖩'𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗅'𝖾́𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗂𝖾 𝖾𝗍 𝗅'𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗓 𝗆𝗈𝗂 𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖾́𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖾́𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾́𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖩𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾́ 𝖺̀ 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗅𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗍. 𝖫𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋 𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗊𝗎'𝖺̀ 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇, 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗊𝗎𝗈𝗂 𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋? 𝖩𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖼̧𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝖾̂𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖾́𝗇𝗎𝖾́𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾 𝗅'𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗆𝖾̂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗂 𝗃𝖾 𝗆'𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗉𝖾. 𝖩𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗑, 𝖾́𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾, 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝗋, 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾́𝖾𝗌. 𝖣𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾́𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗌. 𝖠𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗂𝗇, 𝗃'𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝗑. 𝖴𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝖽'𝗁𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖽'𝖺𝗉𝗋𝖾̀𝗌 𝖼𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗃'𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗌. 𝖩'𝗈𝗎𝗏𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝖾́𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗏𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖫𝖺 𝗃𝖾𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗍 𝖾́𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾́ 𝗌𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗂𝗍𝖾, 𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖼 𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗋𝗌 𝗋𝖾́𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗒 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗎𝖾. 𝖨𝗅 𝗒 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗍, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝗃𝖾 𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗌. 𝖫𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗋𝗌, 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗑 𝗉𝖺̂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗌. 𝖢𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗇 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖽'𝖾́𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗌. 𝖨𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗇 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇, 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝖾̂𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗆. 𝖢𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝖽𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗎 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗇𝖽. 𝖮𝗎𝗂 𝗃'𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾́ 𝗌𝗎𝗋 𝖼̧𝖺. 𝖢'𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗊𝗎𝗈𝗂 𝗂𝗅 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖼̧𝖺. 𝖲𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝖢𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾́𝗌 𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗎 𝖽𝖾́𝖼𝗈𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾́. 𝖴𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖼 𝗎𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾́𝖼𝖾́𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗍. 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌, 𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾. 𝖤𝗍 𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗌'𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖾̂𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗎𝗑. 𝖣𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖼 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾́𝗌 𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗇 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗋. 𝖣𝖾𝗌 𝖠𝗂𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼 𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺̀ 𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖽𝗌. 𝖨𝗅 𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗈̂𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗇, 𝗃𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖠𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗃𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗃𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌. 𝖨𝗅𝗌 𝗇'𝗒 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎'𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖾. 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗃'𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋? 𝖢𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖼 𝗅𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗂𝖾̀𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗍 𝗇'𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖼̧𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖾. 𝖴𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖾, 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗂-𝖼𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝖽𝖾́𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗋  𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗋𝗌, 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗀𝖺𝗀𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝖣𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖺̀ 𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇. 𝖨𝗅𝗌 𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅'𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾́𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗂̂𝗍𝖾, 𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺̀ 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗅'𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾́𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾̀𝗌. 𝖮𝗎𝗂 𝗃𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗃𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖺, 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖼'𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾. 𝖩𝖾 𝖽𝖾́𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺 𝗍𝖾̂𝗍𝖾, 𝖾́𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾́𝗀𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗋, 𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗇'𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾́𝗃𝖺̀ 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗅𝖺̀. 𝖡𝗈𝗇, 𝗂𝗅 𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖽'𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗎𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖽'𝗁𝗎𝗂. 𝖩𝖾 𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖺̂𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖼 𝗅'𝗂𝖽𝖾́𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗆'𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖺̀ 𝖿𝗈𝗇𝖽. 𝖱𝖾𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖽'𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗋𝖾̀𝗌 𝗎𝗇. 𝖣𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗂𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗃'𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖺̀ 𝗅'𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾́𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗎𝗋, 𝗃𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗂, 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗃𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗑 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖫𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖼̧𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺̀ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗋, 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗂̂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗍, 𝗃𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺̀ 𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝖯𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗃𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗓 𝗆𝗈𝗂. 𝖩𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝖿𝗈𝗇𝖽. 𝖤𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗃𝖾 𝗆'𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾̂𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗒𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗃𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾̀𝗏𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌. 𝖬𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝖾̀𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗂𝗍, 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋. 𝖫'𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗋, 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗂 𝖾𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝖠𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗃'𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾 𝖺̀ 𝗅'𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾̂𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗌, 𝗃𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍. 𝖣𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗎𝗇 𝖾́𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖾𝗍 𝖽'𝗂𝗏𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗂𝗌.