𝖤́𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝖺́𝗀𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅. 𝖤𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗅𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝗂́𝖺, 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝗂́𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂́𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺. 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂́𝖺 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖺, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂́𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂́𝖺. 𝖴𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗇𝗂 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝗂́𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖾 𝖺𝗓𝗎𝗅 𝗇𝗂 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗓𝖺. 𝖸 𝖿𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖺́𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝖽𝗂́𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗂́𝖺 𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖺 𝗈𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽. 𝖦𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗇 𝗏𝗈𝗓, 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗌 𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗈́𝗇.