𝚁𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚖 𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚊́. 𝙴𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚘. 𝙽𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎, 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚖.
𝚄𝚖𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚣 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚞 𝚎 𝚞𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚒𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊. 𝙾𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚜, 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜.
-𝙰𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚞 𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚛𝚘!
-𝙰𝚑, 𝚘𝚒, 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚕!
-𝙾𝚒, 𝚁𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚘!
-𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊, 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚕, 𝚎́ 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂? 𝙼𝚎𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚖 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘! 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞?
-𝙸𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊, 𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚒́ 𝚞𝚖 𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚘.
𝙾𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖.
-𝙹𝚊́ 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒. 𝙴𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚞 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎̂ 𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘́𝚛𝚒𝚊?
-𝙴𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚒. 𝙰 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘́𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚜, 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎.
-𝚀𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚊. 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚜! - 𝑉𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑠. 𝐸𝑢 𝑣𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐𝒉 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝒉𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜́𝑟𝑖𝑎. - 𝙾𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘?
-𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂, 𝚑𝚊́ 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜... 𝙾 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚎́ 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘.
-𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘? - 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎̃𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜́𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑎. 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑎́ 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑧 𝑏𝑒𝑚 𝑒𝑚 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑟?
𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚕 𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞 𝚊̀ 𝚌𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊, 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊́ 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚌̧𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜.
𝙴𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚊𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚎 𝚎 𝚁𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊 𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚖.
𝙲𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚊, 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚕 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚊𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘, 𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛.
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Фанфик"𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚎, 𝙿𝚘𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘. 𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎. 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎?"
