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𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘵,
𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘱 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘬𝘯𝘺𝘢.
𝘣𝘢𝘩𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘯
𝘥𝘢𝘯
𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘪, 𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘩 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘪 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘢
𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘱𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘫𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢
𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘶𝘬 𝘱𝘪𝘬𝘶𝘬 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘩𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘤𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘱 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘢
𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘫𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘣𝘢
𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘨𝘢 𝘪𝘬𝘶𝘵 𝘫𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢
𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘨𝘢
𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘫𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘩𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘶-𝘢𝘣𝘶
𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘶, 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘱𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘶
𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨
𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢
𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘢
𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘢
𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶
𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘬 𝘢𝘱𝘢?
𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘶
𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘢
𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘩𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘶
𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘫𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘮𝘶
𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘬 𝘱𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪 𝘬𝘶 𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘶
𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙖 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙞
𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙞 𝙠𝙖𝙪 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙖-𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙖 𝙩𝙪𝙡𝙞.
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