Ⓒⓘⓡⓒⓛⓔⓢ ⓗⓔⓡⓔ ⓐⓝⓓ ⓒⓘⓡⓒⓛⓔⓢ ⓣⓗⓔⓡⓔ.
Ⓒⓘⓡⓒⓛⓔⓢ ⓘⓝ ⓘⓝⓚ , ⓞⓝ ⓟⓐⓟⓔⓡ ⓘⓝ ⓦⓔⓐⓥⓔ,
Ⓘ ⓦⓡⓘⓣⓔ ⓣⓗⓘⓢ ⓟⓞⓔⓜ ⓘⓝ ⓐ ⓕⓞⓡⓜ ⓞⓕ ⓐ ⓢⓗⓐⓟⓔ.
Ⓣⓗⓞⓤⓖⓗ , ⓢⓞⓜⓔ ⓘⓢ ⓓⓘⓕⓕⓘⓒⓤⓛⓣ ⓣⓞ ⓡⓔⓐⓓ , ⓘⓣ'ⓢ ⓤⓝⓓⓔⓡⓢⓣⓐⓝⓓⓐⓑⓛⓔ ⓔⓝⓞⓤⓖⓗ .
Ⓟⓔⓞⓟⓛⓔ ⓝⓔⓥⓔⓡ ⓣⓐⓚⓔ ⓔⓝⓞⓤⓖⓗ ⓣⓘⓜⓔ ⓣⓞ ⓕⓐⓒⓘⓝⓐⓣⓔ ⓣⓗⓔ "ⓒⓘⓡⓒⓛⓔ".
Ⓒⓘⓡⓒⓛⓔⓢ ⓒⓐⓝ ⓑⓔ ⓢⓟⓛⓘⓣ ⓐⓝ ⓘⓝⓕⓘⓝⓘⓣⓘⓥⓔ ⓐⓜⓞⓤⓝⓣ ⓞⓕ ⓣⓘⓜⓔⓢ.
Ⓘⓣ ⓣⓡⓤⓛⓨ ⓘⓢ ⓜⓐⓖⓝⓘⓕⓘⓒⓔⓝⓣ--ⓘⓝ ⓜⓨ ⓔⓨⓔⓢ, ⓣⓗⓐⓣ ⓘⓢ.
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