𝐽'𝑎𝑖 𝑟𝑒̂𝑣𝑒́𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑖 𝑎 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑒𝑢𝑟 𝑠'𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑒, 𝑗𝑒 𝑡'𝑎𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑡 𝑗𝑒 𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑣𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑞𝑢'𝑎 𝑐𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑠'𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑣𝑒. 𝐽'𝑎𝑖 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒́ 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑖 𝑐𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑠, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑞𝑢'𝑎̀ 𝑐𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑢𝑥. 𝐷𝑒𝑢𝑥 𝑚𝑜𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒́ 𝑑'𝑎̂𝑚𝑒𝑠; 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑟𝑖𝑒 𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑒, 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑚'𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑡𝑢𝑒. 𝑆𝑜𝑛 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑢𝑛 𝑗𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑗𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒́ 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒̂𝑡. 𝑃𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑢 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑐𝑒 𝑗𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑒 𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠. 𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑖 𝑗𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑒, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑖 𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑐𝑒́𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒́. 𝐽𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑢𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑒𝑡 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒. 𝐿'𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗'𝑎𝑖 𝑎𝑖𝑚𝑒́. 𝐽𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑣𝑒𝑟.
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