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(𝖯𝖣𝖵 : 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈 𝖳𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗄𝗂)

𝖯𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗊𝗎𝗈𝗂 𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗌-𝗃𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝗂? 𝖯𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗊𝗎𝗈𝗂 𝖣𝖾𝗄𝗎 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝖾́𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗎 𝖺̀ 𝗆𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾? 𝖤𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗊𝗎𝗈𝗂 𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗌-𝗃𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗎? 𝖱𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝖠𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗂𝗍, 𝗎𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾́𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗇'𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖾́𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖾́𝖾. 𝖬𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖺𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾́𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖽'𝖾́𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝖫𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗆𝖾̂𝗆𝖾 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈, 𝖺̀ 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖼œ𝗎𝗋 𝖾́𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖩𝖾 𝗇'𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾́𝗏𝗎, 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾́ 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗋, 𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖾́𝗍𝖾́ 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾́𝖾. 𝖤𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇, 𝖼'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗃𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖺̀. 𝖩𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝖣𝖾𝗄𝗎 -𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝖼'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖼œ𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾- 𝗋𝖾́𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗃𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾́𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖩'𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗂𝗌, 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖬𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗆'𝖾𝗇𝗅𝖺𝖼̧𝖺𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖩𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈̂𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗎, 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗂 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖽'𝖾𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗍. 𝖩𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽𝗂 𝗅𝖾́𝗀𝖾̀𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝗅'𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ; 𝗃𝖾 𝗇'𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖾́ 𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍. 𝖬𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗆𝗂, 𝗃𝖾 𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾́. 𝖯𝗎𝗂𝗌, 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗃𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖾́𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗂𝗋𝖾́𝖾, 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗅'𝗂𝖽𝖾́𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽'𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗆'𝖾𝗇𝗏𝖺𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗅'𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗍. 𝖠𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂, 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗋𝖾́ 𝗆𝗈𝗂, 𝗃𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗓 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾. 𝖤𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝖽'𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗋𝖾̀𝗌 𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾́𝖾. 𝖩𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅'𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗈̂𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾. 𝖭𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉𝖾. 𝖢𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖼 𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝖾́𝗌, 𝖼𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗌'𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖼 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾̀𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺̀ 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖰𝗎𝗂 𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖬𝗈𝗆𝗈, 𝖳𝖾𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖾𝗍 𝖮𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖼𝗈. 𝖨𝗅𝗌 𝗋𝖾́𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗌 𝖽'𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖯𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖩'𝖺𝗂 𝖽𝖾́𝗃𝖺̀ 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾́𝗍𝖾́ 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾́𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝗅'𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇, 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗈̂𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾. 𝖲𝖾𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗅𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾̀𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗅 𝖺̀ 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾. 𝖣𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗑 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗅'𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖾́ 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖾́𝗋𝗈 𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗊 𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾́𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌, 𝗃𝖾 𝗇'𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇. 𝖩𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺̀ 𝖼𝗈𝗍𝖾́ 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗂 𝗌'𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋. 𝖤𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖺 𝗍𝖾̂𝗍𝖾, 𝗅𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾́𝗅𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗎𝖽𝖾. 𝖴𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝖤𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾́𝗀𝖾̀𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖺 𝗍𝖾̂𝗍𝖾, 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾 𝗏𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗂 𝖺̀ 𝗆𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖽'𝖾𝗑𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝖴𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗌 𝗌'𝖾́𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾̀𝗏𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝗑 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝗌'𝖾́𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗁𝖺𝗁𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖾̀𝖼𝖾.