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Sessions

Part One. Part ii and Sessions playlist is out now.

Summary: You’re König’s therapist, and he is utterly and dangerously obsessed with you. He will do anything and everything to make you his.

Warnings: Adult themes and language, plot with smut, smut smut smut, thigh riding (omg this is crazy) stalkerish!König, toxic!König, innocent!reader, virgin!reader, König is filthy…FILTHY, praising.

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A/N: I’ve played COD before but just a little so I have no clue about it all (LMAO) but anyways my fyp is invaded with König and Ghost, not complaining, so I decided to write a little something. I heard he’s unstable (?) and there’s a bunch of fics where he has a therapist so I was like…lemme write something like this. I will give credits to writers who’ve inspired me once I find their accounts because I lost them smh. So don’t thank me for this, thank them. Also thanks to Brittany Broski, my rightful leader, for talking about König on the Broski Report Podcast. Made me want to write him some more tbh. ALSO THE GIF??? So scary in the hottest way.

It’s been awhile since König’s last therapy session with you, and it’s been driving him crazier by the minute. He realized now, just how much he wants you, how much he desperately needs you.

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Weeks turned into days, then hours, minutes, and then seconds. Every tick of the clock had König going mental. The thought of not spending those seconds with you drove him mad and drove him with such urgency to have you by him. To be inside of you, at that.

Fists clenched then unclenched, König couldn't stand it any longer. Desperation ran in his veins like a predator watching their prey. He wanted nothing else but to see what you were up to, and visiting your home, was just the solution to his thoughts and needs.

(…)

It's been a few weeks since your appointment with König, and you're growing concerned. You look at the empty chair in your office, that's been sitting lonely for quite a few weeks. He hasn't called or informed you on why he's been absent, and you're sure he never will

In all honesty, you have no clue why you're so upset about it. Upset about a client who's been absent for weeks too much to count. Maybe it's because you can't help him anymore, well—not anymore, he's still your client. But the mere fact that he's not there to tell you about his problems and stories, or how his day was, bothered you.

Sure, he has things to do. So much more important than meeting up with your therapist right? Surely not, you want to help König to the best of your ability—but he made it so difficult.

You get a phone call that snaps you out of your haze, you pick it up. Only to hear a client of yours on the phone bringing their appointment up, which is today. "Yes! Today at six, correct." You assured, sitting down promptly on your office chair. You're glad you have clients today, something that'll keep you busy.

(…)

König is sitting outside in his car in the rain. The pattering of the rain took over his rather obsessive thoughts. Not only was he in the car alone, but he was right outside your home.

He peeks through your window, seeing only a dim light through the blinds of your house. His chest rose as he took a deep breath, chuckling to himself about how insane this all is. Going all out for your therapist? Never would he have thought to be doing such thing, but he can't help his desires.

He sighs, he gets the urge to exit his car and step foot inside your house and it made him feel dizzy. The thought of just stepping foot inside your property and seeing the items, the furniture—and so forth—that belonged to you. Something you've chosen out and purchased for yourself, with love. Now that, drove him on edge.

He finally exits his car, slamming it shut behind him. The rain drops hit his huge frame and he takes bigger steps to the front of your house. Eager to see the place you call home. The place you eat, sleep, and breathe in. It's all insane, he thought, but he's König. Insanity doesn't faze him.

"Fucking hell, the fuck am I doing?" He chuckled to himself as he somehow manipulated his way into your house. His wet boots are off and placed on the rug that says, "welcome" which is funny in this situation.

He looks around the well kept home, the dimly lit kitchen and living room, as well as the deliciously scented candle that's lit in the living room. Smells like you, coconut and bliss. He takes it in, like the maniac he is.

There was nothing really intriguing to the eye in your home, it's simple and basic, but still very homey. You had your favorite comics on the tv table and the tv was obviously shut off, books were stacked against the bookshelf and a few magazines were on the tables. You love to read, guess that's new information for König to keep to himself.

His big frame hovers over your iPad, without hesitation, he opened it. There wasn't a passcode, just a simple press of the home button and he was in, it wasn't like you had anything to hide and König found amusement in that. König chuckled, there was simply nothing on the iPad besides dates on your calendars that showed you have appointments throughout the month.

"Busy little one, aren't you, Mein Schatz?" He breathed through his mask, though he took it off for the time being, there was no reason to hide himself through a mask when home alone.

He misses you, and it's getting more painful not having you there with him, in your home. He's wondering what you're up to now, and how much time he has left before that lock of your front door turns.

It's a bad idea, he's already seen everything he wanted to see, and now it's time to leave.

Quickly, he puts his wet boots back on and turns the door knob slowly. He looks back at your place and then smiles, this surely won't be the last time he's inside. And he'll make sure it'll be the both of you inside the home at the same time.

(…)

"Anything else you'd like to share, Ghost?" You question Ghost, his eyes telling you so much he hasn't said yet, and you doubt he'll tell you more. You wish he'd say more though, but you're actually proud of today’s session. He shared more than the other sessions, that's always a huge milestone.

"No." He said sternly, his British accent thick and his voice gravely. "Okay great. I'll see you next week then?" He cleared his throat and walks to the door, "busy."

"So when are you able to?" You wonder, "I'll call when I can." He opens the door from your office and leaves. You sigh, at least you tried to the best of your abilities. You close your notebook shut, putting the notebook back into your drawer as you finally set the pen down after.

So, where we're you again? Ah, it's time to go home. Finally.

Well—not just yet. As you're getting your things ready to leave, you hear your office phone ring. Your brows furrowed in confusion as to who's calling this late, all sessions are...closed.

"Hello?" You question, hearing heavy breathing over the phone—you shudder. "Schatz, it's me." The German accent rolled off the man's tongue over the phone, your heart dropped in response. König.

"K-König?" You stuttered, in disbelief at the sudden call. "Mhm, I'm calling to apologize for not coming to our sessions but if I'm being honest...I want to have a session soon this week." He explained over the phone, your brows scrunched.

You're free this week, no sessions left, well one session now. It surprised you that König chose to call you so late over an appointment, but it didn't bother you, just—stunned you. "Of course, when would you like-" König interrupts you suddenly, "tomorrow." He breathed, his voice lower than usual. Laced with huskiness and exhaustion, and need.

Tomorrow? You can't turn that down, because you know that if you do, he won't come to another session for a long time—you feared. You clear your voice over the line, heart beating faster by the second and you're not sure as to why. Must be the sudden urge to come to a session, or maybe because he wants it soon. It's not like you're busy tomorrow or anything, but the mere fact that you'll see König after God knows how long made you nervous.

Something must be wrong, you're sure of it.

"Sure! Tomorrow at two, promise me you'll be there?" He never breaks promises, not with you he doesn't. He agrees over the phone, and the date is officially set. Grabbing your pen you just placed down, you take your König's personal journal and write the date down for tomorrow.

(…)

He was trying to stay composed but it's getting hard. His desires have become more stronger by the minute, and he wanted nothing more than to have you by him.

He ended the call, smirking under the mask after finally hearing your soft voice over the phone. You invaded his mind like a virus he's unable to get rid of, but in all honesty he doesn't want to get rid of it. He would stare at pictures of you all day, and the thought that bothers him the most—the one that boils his blood—is knowing that you have sessions with other men that's not him. Most of them he despises, the other ones he's not really worried about, since well—they're his friends.

It's almost sickening how much he wants you, how much he deeply needs you. Now, König sits on his bed. Mask off and so is his shirt. Revealing nothing but his well crafted muscles and his mind going hundreds of miles per hour of just you.

And to fix that "issue" he takes his rough right hand and puts it underneath his sweats, and then under the hem of his boxers. Finally, he grabs his thick cock tightly and leans his head back. Nothing but images of you holding his dick for him instead, and that just about does it for him. Quickly, he starts to slowly stroke up and down, groans fill the silent room. His strong hand grips the sheets of his bed, the delicate fabric became victim to his touch.

The rings in his ear became louder as he swiped his thumb over his tip that was already leaking, everything around König became a blur as he thought of you continuously. He's never been this obsessed with someone until he met you. He gripped onto his dick harder and his body starts to burn with flames too powerful to put out—and his heart beats quicker.

He's closer to his high than ever, throwing his head back due to the aching pleasure that consumed him. His eyes look at the ceiling, all that hunts his mind is you. You hunt him every second of his day, even when it's König hunting for you. His insides began tightening, the way his cock began to throb in his hand and how his precum brushes against his calloused fingers when his hands move to his sensitive area.

He lets out a final grunt as he looks at the mess he made in his lap, wishing you were there to clean it all up. His orgasm hit him harder than ever, and his breath is shaky. Stunned at how good you made him feel, it wasn't him that made himself feel good, no—it was you. All of it.

He tensed at first, letting rope after rope of his come dirty his abs and sheets. "Look at what you fucking do to me, Liebe." He whispered, beads of sweat roll off his forehead.

(…)

The next day passed, the day König booked his session to see you. Of course he wanted to talk to you about what's going on, but he mostly made the appointment to see you. It's been a long long time. He puts on his uniform and mask, getting all ready for his missions and well—seeing you.

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You hear a knock. A knock so familiar and it wasn't just like any other knocks from your clients. König had a habit of knocking exactly four times, and it's a habit he has with you. You shout, "welcome in!" as you take your notebook and pen out. You put your glasses on and present yourself professionally.

König's huge frame stands before you, and you gasped. It's been so long since you've last seen him, you’re now practically strangers. "König! You're here." You proclaimed, welcoming him with a simple hand motion to the chair. "Hello, Mein Schatz." He greets, his voice husky. He looks at you through his eyes, investigating the way you sit professionally and have everything well kept and neat. It almost bothered him, in a good way.

You broke the tension with a question, “anything new?” He continued taking a good look at you, hungrily. It doesn’t show through his mask, but his eyes tells you everything you need to know.

You cleared your throat, waiting for König’s response. “I don’t like the new addition to the missions.” He said sternly, his fists clench and you could tell that bothered him to the extreme. “Why is that? Do you perhaps think they’re weak and unnecessary?” You queried.

He shifts in his spot, “Ja, I don’t like unnecessary addictions. I find it a nuisance.”

“Is it because you prefer having the men you’re familiar with more.. than the new men looking to work the same missions as you?” He prompts his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to the conversation. He is clearly interested in answering. “Yes. Exactly. We don’t need anymore men, we have quite enough of them.” His German accent is thicker, deeper. Cutting through like knife to butter. Your pen wrote down his answers as well as your thoughts in the notebook.

He watched you like a hawk, looking at you closely while you do your job. “Is there anything else, König?” You wonder, his dull eyes sparkled when he hears you say his name. “Hm,” he voiced, “you.”

Your brows furrow at his answer, you cross your legs and place your pen down. Unsure of what he means, and well of course, the therapist you are, you think maybe he has something he needs to say about you. “Did I do something wrong?” You stammered, unable to look him in his piercing gaze.

He chuckled, and you think maybe you embarrassed yourself with such question. “No, Mein Schatz, I need you.” He put forth. Your stomach drops at his answer, crimson red swipes across your cheek and you feel as though you’re going to pass out.

Never in a million years would you have thought to hear König admitting to the fact that he needs you. It stunned you in all honesty.

“I can’t seem to stop thinking about you, Ich werde verrückt.” He points his index finger to his head, “what does that mean?” You question. The part where he spoke in German, you wonder what he means.

He stood up, and you scooted your chair back in response. “It means I’m going crazy, Liebe, you drive me crazy.” König voiced.

You mistook his answer, mistook it thinking that you made him crazy in the worst way possible. “I-I’m sorry, we can gladly stop our sessio-“ he interrupts you, and it’s not the first time.

“Ts ts, I don’t want to. I meant,” he paused, then began, “you drive me crazy with need.” He explained.

You never knew you made him feel that way, and you look around the office just thinking about how unprofessional this all is. “König, when would you like your next session?” You dismissed what he said earlier, you just need to recollect yourself. Your feelings, thoughts and emotions. He just looks at you, quietly.

You walk to the door, and he walks behind you. Each step he took was heavy—and loud, sending shudders throughout your body. He stood behind you, the heat radiating from his body and on to yours.

His right arm reaches out for the doorknob and your heart dropped into a million pieces. God, he knew how to make anyone nervous.

He opens the door for you, and he finds himself out first, but before he does, he says something. “Next week, Friday.” He states, and then walks out of your office.

You take deep breaths, like you’ve been choked and you’ve lost all oxygen. You’ve realized now, just how much König’s little actions made you feel hundreds of butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

(…)

König steps foot inside your office. It’s Friday, and what happened the last session felt like it happened yesterday. His mind is all you, it’s all its ever been. Now he will use this opportunity to his dismay. “Hello, König.” You greet professionally, seated on your black chair.

König takes a careful look at you, he misses you immensely although it’s been a week. He noticed your outfit. Your tight black skirt that hugged your curves perfectly, and your white button up accentuating your breasts. He could open your legs wide right then and there and devour you like he hasn’t eaten in days, he’s drooling at the thought.

You turn to speak, and his entire attention shifts to your plump lips. And of course, König’s mind is filled with dirty thoughts. Too lewd to think out loud.

“Is there anything in particular that you would like to discuss today?” Your soft voice made his ears ring, and he couldn’t help the bulge forming in his pants. König wanted to admit that you’ve been on his mind, but he held himself back and contained it. “I’ve just been stressed.” He admits, and it’s true. All the mission stuff had him drained by the second.

“Oh? And why is that?” You questioned, he manspreads on your couch in the office, using the space to sit comfortably. His long legs and big thighs were spread apart, making it a perfect seat for you to sit on, is what he’s thinking. You gulp at the sight in front of you, and he takes his time with his answer.

“I don’t know, honestly. There’s just something new everyday.” He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

You get up from your seat and prompt yourself next to him. His knees touching yours, and your actions shocked König—just a tad. That’s a lie, it shocked him, a lot.

He wanted to fulfill his fantasies right there, he had you in his sight and reach, but again—containing himself. “Talk to me, König.” You comfort, rubbing small circles on his hand. The action caused him to flinch, but he doesn’t say anything—yet.

After a few seconds, he answers, “I got into a fight with a lieutenant. I’d rather save that for another session.” Groaned König. “Okay, if that makes you comfortable.” You drawl, “how about coming to three sessions in a row? When would you like your next appointment?” You made sure to ask if there was anything else, but to your surprise—there wasn’t.

“Today.” He states sternly, you’re confused. “It’s already today, König?” You trailed off, dissociating at his answer. “I know, Liebe, I want our session to begin today.”

“But we’ve already finished our session for today.” You argued, all that König had contained was finally let out. He grabs his hand and wraps it around your throat, his actions made you let out a loud gasp, and with that—König lifts his mask up and kisses you.

You instinctively kiss him back, aware of how unprofessional this all is, but oddly enough—you didn’t really care.

König groans against your hot mouth, sending vibrations down your entire body. König felt like he was in a dream, finally kissing you didn’t feel real, you tasted too good to be real. He finally has you in his reach, and in his mouth. Your scent overtook his senses, and it drove him right over the edge. He could fall off and die happily, knowing he’s finally tasted you.

You deepen the kiss, and he bit your bottom lip in return, alerting you to open your mouth wider and let him in. He wants to devour you whole and you just let it happen. His tongue finds yours, and there you both are, kissing each other so roughly. His grip on your neck tightens just a little, not too hard, still allowing you to breathe. Though the kiss had you suffocating already.

More, more, more. Is what König says to himself in his mind, but you let go of the kiss. String of saliva leaves his mouth as you let go. Oxygen had left your body entirely, and you’re there gasping for air. You wouldn’t be surprised to see if your lips had been bruised from the rough and deep kiss. You’ve never been kissed like that before, or ever.

The both of you pant, you can’t believe what just happened. You’ve fully realized what he meant earlier, insisting he has another session. This is the session, and you don’t think it’s going to end soon. “Come here.” He ordered, patting his thigh. Your eyes dart to his big thighs, thighs that could crush you if he wanted to.

You did as he said, sitting right down on his right leg, in your point of view—to your left. He holds your waist tightly, balancing you so you don’t fall. Though you’re already holding onto his broad shoulders for support. “Why do you have me like this?” You question, flustered. König loves to see it, to see you flustered even though you never tried to admit it. He had that power.

“Liebe, do you know just how much I crave you? How much I’ve wanted to see you like this…?” he began, “you’re going to do as I say, right?” He asked lowly. You nod, heat rushing throughout your entire body from his needy words. You never knew how much he needed you, and it actually hit you. König, out of all people.

Secretly, you loved that. His desperation made you admire him, it must’ve been so difficult to contain such desires and feelings. Unaware of what he’ll say or do next, you wait. Patiently.

“Ride me, Mein Schatz.” Your mouth gaped open at his words, his fingers dug deep into your skirt, so deep you’re afraid it’ll leave a bruise. “K-König, what?” In disbelief, you stay still. You’ve never done anything of the sort, for fucks sake, you’re a virgin. König doesn’t know that—yet. Though you plan on telling him. And you plan on telling him now.

“I’ve never done this before, I’m a virgin, König.” You murmured lowly, but still loud enough for him to hear. “Oh, meine Prinzessin,” he looks at you like some prized treasure you are. His prized treasure that he wanted to display for the world to see. “Do you want to do this?” He consented, you look at him with eyelids so heavy.

You’re more than sure you want to do this with him, virginity isn’t a game, and you knew that. He knew that too. But you want to give it to König and you’ve already confirmed it before saying anything.

“I…I do.” You cup his face, hidden back underneath his mask. “I can’t go on if you’re not sure, liebe, tell me—do you want to do this?” He repeats his question, and you want to shout at his face the word yes, but you remain calm. “I really do, König. Show me the real you.”

“Want me to show you?” His accent is stronger laced with hunger, pulling you closer to him. He got the affirmation he needed, and you nod in assurance. He grabs your hips at once, and slowly moves them back and forth. Your brows furrow at the feeling of your soaked panties grinding against his rough combat pants. The new feeling had you addicted and König loves to see you fall apart little by little.

His cock ached and pressed harder against his pants as your hands grip onto his broad shoulder, tighter. The friction from his pants and your grinding made you let out a moan you didn’t know you were capable of making. A moan König could only hear in his head, except it became reality, and König was trapped in a haze. He saw the way your face contorted in pleasure, the way your lips pout as he helped you ride it out.

“So beautiful.” He huffs, pulling you back and forth even faster. You could feel your stomach twist into knots, alerting you that your orgasm is near, but riding against his thigh wasn’t enough. You needed more. “K-König…please.” You whimpered out, he tilts his head, getting the hint.

“Please what? Mein Schatz?” It felt like he was teasing you, but maybe he just needs to know what you’re saying please for. “Touch me.” You demand, desperately needing his rough and big fingers to touch you. “Ohhh darling, you don’t have to ask me twice.” He does just as you asked, rubbing slow circles with the pad of his thumb on your clothed cunt. He smiled under his mask at how wet you are.

The bundle of nerves formed tightly, forming at the very pit of your stomach. Flames ran through your veins and your body burned with lust. You found it difficult to hold his gaze as your orgasm is nearing. “You’re too good to me, liebe, you’re doing so good.” He praised, his eyes focused on your motions and he could just come at the sight of that. “K-König! I’m going to-“ he interrupts you, grabbing your hips with both of his hands and moves you back and forth impossibly faster.

“Come, schön, be a good fucking girl for me and let it out. I know you can do it.” He grunts, talking you through it. His praising and words of encouragement did just enough for you to reach your high. It felt like fireworks were exploding in your stomach, and your legs shook. It was all too much to bare, and you still rode it out.

“Attagirl, wasn’t so hard now was it, meine Liebe?” He appeals, holding your waist still as you tried to regain every last bit of dignity left with each inhale and exhale. “You think we’re done yet? Oh love, we’re just getting started.”

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NOTE: This is just part 1 peeps, I honestly thought it was getting a bit too long (imo) so I thought—hey—why not turn this into a mini series? Hehe. Stay tuned for part 2, coming very soon. Also, if you’d like to be in my tag list, it’d be my pleasure. Just let me know in the comments. (Btw, English is definitely not my first language…so if there are any grammatical errors and mistakes, please let me know in the comments so I can fix them.)

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𝗁𝗎𝗁 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 "𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗌"

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 ��𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗆. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅. 𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋; 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

"𝗁𝗂," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 "𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒". 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗍. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋.

"𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋" 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 "𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎." 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, "𝗒/𝗇, 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈"

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗄𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾.

𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗑𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋.

𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 "𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾." 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝗒.

𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾.

𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁. 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒-𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

"𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇, 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋. 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, "𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗋𝗒, 𝗒/𝗇/𝗇. 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇."

𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, "𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇? 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾". 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋. "𝗒/𝗅/𝗇 𝗒/𝗇!" 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 "𝗂 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇!"

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. "𝗂'𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾, 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 "𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀?" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗑𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍.

𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝖺�� 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝟧 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗌. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎; 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇.

𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀.

"𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈?" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. "𝗁𝗂 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉. "𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗒" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋. "𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗂 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾" 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁. "𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾?" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝖺𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖻𝖾𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽'𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. "𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽. 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, "𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈"

𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗄𝖺𝗓𝗎𝗁𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖿𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗒. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗅, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾.

𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗐𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍.

"𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾. 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐," 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖽. "𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗐𝖾'𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗎𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅��. 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗍. 𝖨'𝗆 𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐. 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁, 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝗎𝗁 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇. 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌."

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾-𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗏𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

"𝗒/𝗇, 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅, 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄. 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅. 𝗂'𝗆 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝖽 𝗂 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇. 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒, 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝗆𝗂 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅, 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗍. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝖾, 𝗒/𝗇/𝗇. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍, 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒/𝗇 𝗅/𝗇."

𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 "𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾". 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗍. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌.

𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽. 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗅𝗒, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗌. 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖻 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝗂𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾; 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆.

𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗑𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍. 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇.

"𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝟦 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗆𝖺. 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗂𝖺𝖼 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖽. 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾."

𝗁𝗎𝗁 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅? 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.

"𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇-𝖺𝗁," 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 "𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒." 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅. "𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎. "𝗂'𝗆 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗃𝖾𝗇. 𝗇𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗒, 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗉𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗌. "𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒. 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐," 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, "𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈, 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽?" 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾.

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽, 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒. 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾.

𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗆, 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌, 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾.

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗎𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.

𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽. 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝗎𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗂𝗇 𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 "𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄"

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝟣𝟢𝟢 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗍.

𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗑𝗂. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝟣𝟢 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒.

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾. 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗌𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝖻𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅'𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇.

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. "𝗁𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, "𝗁𝗂 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽.

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒.

𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

"𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒, 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗉𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

"𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒/𝗇." 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾, "𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇. 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇."

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀.

"𝗇𝗈, 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾, 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 "𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎" 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋. "𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 ��𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁? 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒? 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗒/𝗇/𝗇."

𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗒 "𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎"

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝗂𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅; 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅. 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖺. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾. 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿, 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗅. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗌. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗒; 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒.

𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍, 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗍. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾; 𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋.

𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍.

"𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍, 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾"

𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍, 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋. "𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋!" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗌 𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋; "𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋".

𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈, 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋.

("𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋, 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎.")

("𝗒/𝗇, 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈")

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