#arabic part

[applesauce42069]

love how sometimes its "colonialism" and sometimes its "conquest" depending on when it happened and who was involved. don't worry about it.

[starry-bi-sky]

I saw a post a few months ago (and damn was it really months? In PLURAL?) that was a cracky dpxdc au where the LOS were making Damian clones but the clones kept getting snatched by ghost portals and dropped into Danny’s lap and Danny just goes “ok ig this is my life now” and takes care of each one until he has his own mini army of Damian Clones.

And I remembered it a few days ago, and now I've been thinking about it again. Because I love clone aus (see: clone danny au, the 'danny is thomas wayne' au) because it itches the part of my mind that loves exploring personhood and the exploration of identity and what it means to be clone.

(What do you do when nothing about you is unique? When your face, your eyes, your hands, your hair, your voice, all the way down to your heart, all belong to someone else?)

(When it comes to nature vs nurture what of you came from your environment and your experiences, and what of you was already programmed into you from the DNA that made you?)

(What do you do to make it unique? What do you do to make you unique?)

And if I could remember who made that post I'd @ them right now because it was their original post that inspired this, but I'm just thinking of if the au only had One Singular Damian clone that fell into Danny's life.

(a read more because im apparently incapable of making posts that are less than 1k words...)

One Damian who knew he was a clone and knew that he was to either bring the original back to base or kill him to take his place, who was being trained the same way but kept getting compared to his original over and over again. Like an older sibling who you can never match up to. Who is still a child who craves adult affection and validation and praise, and can't get it because nothing about him is original.

One Damian who, at six years old, in a twist of fate is sucked through a swirling portal and lands in Amity Park, directly on top of, in front of, or in line of sight of one Daniel Fenton, half-ghost extraordinaire and local hero.

What happens next?

Well, for one, Danny recognizes him immediately. He would recognize the face of Damian Wayne anywhere because his best friend was ranting about him all week about Damian Wayne's environmental stuff he does.

And for two, he would recognize that the Damian Wayne in front of him was not Damian Wayne. Because Damian Wayne was a teenager. And the Damian Wayne in front of him is a child. Six years old.

Getting this not-Damian but also-Damian to go along with Danny is not, not an easy task. The tiny Damian is aggressive, regal, and at this point in time, six years old, barely understanding english. He also has a sword.

It takes all day and a google translator to get this Tiny Damian to finally agree to go home with Danny. It's a miracle. Seriously. A tried and true miracle. And its also only when Danny has to fight a ghost does he finally agree, saying something in arabic that Danny doesn't understand.

Danny flies them both home, carrying Tiny Damian like a koala. The ensuing conversation in his room is not any better. It is tiring, long, and exhausting. Tiny Damian is six years old, and every single thing he says when Danny asks where he came from is met with a poorly translated "that's classified".

Danny keeps an eye on the news. There are no reports of Damian Wayne going missing, in fact he's been rather public. Bruce Wayne is not one to lie about his children going missing, and Damian's secretive behavior and young age draws Danny to one conclusion: Damian is a clone.

He doesn't know why Damian Wayne is being cloned. Frankly he doesn't really wanna know, because whatever organization that did it doesn't seem too pure-of-heart if tiny-Damian's immediate attempt of murder when they first met is of any indication. But he's too busy taking care of his city, that he doesn't have time to deal with whatever shady business Tiny-Damian was produced from.

In the end though, he decides that this Tiny-Damian is not going back to whatever place he came from. Tiny Damian disagrees. It is a long, nebulous problem of Damian trying to run away, Danny catching him, and Danny pulling him back home.

In that time, Danny downloads a language app and starts learning Arabic so that they can talk to each other properly. Damian slowly, slowly, starts picking up English.

In that time, Danny also has to inform his friends and his sister about Damian. Tiny Damian is not a fan of this. That is another argument they have. Tiny Damian does not like Sam or Tucker for a long, long while. He only really "listens" to Danny, citing something in arabic that Danny still cannot understand, but has a repeated use of the word "lieazir". It's the only word that Danny can catch in a sentence immediately, because its what little Damian calls Danny.

Tiny Damian, in that front, is very interested in Danny's powers and in his parents work. He finds tubberware of ectoplasm in the fridge once while they're down in the kitchen and calls it something with the word lieazir in it. The other word is something that Danny later learns means water in arabic.

It makes him feel even more uneasy of whatever place little Damian came from.

It takes weeks for little Damian to finally give up on escaping, and then a few weeks more for him to almost entirely lose his spunk. Danny isn't sure what started it. It was as if he'd been flipped with an off-switch.

(Damian had been so confident that the League would go looking for him after his disappearance. He was wrong, and he is crushed. He is still a child, alone, in a country very big and very busy, where nobody understands what he's saying. He feels powerless, helpless.)

(The lazarus boy who calls himself Danyal is nice to him in a way the league has never been, and he's making an effort to learn Damian's language. But he leaves for hours at a time and Damian doesn't have much else to do but wait in this house for him to come back.)

(He tried leaving, many many times, but he doesn't understand the street signs, the roads, the people. He doesn't know where he is, and he feels scared in a way that he's not felt in the League. Danny finds him every single time, hours later when Damian is lost somewhere in Amity Park)

(And he never yells at him. Never. The first time this happens, Damian puffs himself up and prepares himself for this strange lazarus boy to yell at him. Damian feels like he's tripped on the last step of the stairs when Danyal doesn't yell at him.)

(He can tell he's frustrated by the tone of his voice, but when Danyal lays eyes on him he just looks relieved. He gets scolded on the flight home, but Damian doesn't understand any of it other than Danyal just sounds worried. Not angry. He gets a proper scolding once they get back, with Danyal typing into the google translator and playing it for Damian to hear.)

(This happens every single time until Damian finally agrees to stop running away.)

It's with Jazz's help that Danny finally realizes that Damian was depressed. It's with her help again that Danny tries helping with it. It's like trying to get a stray cat to trust him. And with everything else they've done, it takes a long time.

And it is so, so worth it when it all works out.

Tiny Damian doesn't really like Sam, or Tucker, but he likes Danny. And he finally starts calling him his name. His full name, but his name nonetheless. Danny doesn't bother correcting him. He's not looking a gift horse in the mouth. And it's endearing hearing Damian call him Danyal.

Damian in this time, also begins to take more initiative into learning English. And they teach each other words they know. Danny buys flash cards and writes the english alphabet on them, and then finds a book on arabic to teach himself and Damian. Sam and Tucker and Jazz start learning as well.

And then when Danny knows enough arabic and Damian knows enough english, and Damian trusts Danny, Damian tells him he's a clone. It's a quiet moment, late at night when Danny takes Damian up to the ops center to look at what stars they could see through the light pollution.

It'd be very easy for Danny to tell him, "I know. I could tell from the start.". He doesn't, it's not the time nor the place, and Danny's matured enough to know when to open his mouth and when to keep it shut. He lets Damian, almost seven now, tell him that he's a clone of Damian Wayne. Lets him tell him why he was made, what his purpose was.

(Danny will need a minute later to process the fact that Damian Wayne originally came from some kind of... assassin league with an obsession with immortality. But he's focused on Damian.)

In the end, he puts an arm around Damian Wayne's clone and pulls him into his side. Thanks him for trusting him, it must've been hard to tell him, that he's brave for being able to. And if he wants to, they can find a way to get into contact with the Waynes and let Wayne know about him.

Damian hides his face in Danny's ribs and holds him tight, and tells him he doesn't want to. Danny leaves it at that.

Perhaps it would be more morally ethical to alert Damian Wayne that there was a clone of him running around, that his... uh, grandfather was making clones of him. Hell, Danny would have liked it. But little Damian has asked him not to say anything, and little Damian needs someone to rely on; someone he can trust.

And in the end, its not that hard of a decision to make. Danny knows little Damian more than he knows Damian Wayne, and while Danny likes to think he's a good person, he knows he's not a great one. Nor a perfect one. He cares more about someone he knows than someone he doesn't.

If Sam tries to argue with him about it, then Danny will just double down. If Damian doesn't want to tell Wayne about his existence, then it's not their place to say otherwise.

There's a lot more to talk about over Damian's cloning, like what he wants to do moving forward. But that's a long conversation not meant to be one taken late at night. Little Damian is falling asleep at his side, seemingly much more relaxed than he did before, and Danny wasn't gonna ruin that.

And later he's right, it is a long conversation, and a slow one. Talking with Jazz about it helps him figure out what to do moving forward, and their best bet is to let Damian figure out what he wants to do. So he sits Damian down at the dinner table the next morning and tells him before breakfast that he doesn't need to be Damian Wayne.

He doesn't need to learn all the same things Damian Wayne did. He doesn't need to do anything that Damian Wayne does. And little Damian is seven, and he's smart, but Danny still has to word it in a way that's not too complex for him to realize.

And in the end, what he says essentially boils down to "You are not Damian Wayne, you are just you. Don't be anyone else but you." and it'll take more time to drill that into his mind when all he's ever heard and learned from is that he was a copy of Damian Wayne, and he must act like Damian Wayne. But it'll happen.

It's a hard task when Danny's the only person Damian really trusts and he can't be by his side all the time, but he starts to warm up to the rest of Danny's family. The Fenton parents know of him, it's hard to keep a six year old child a secret for as long as Danny did without eventually having to come clean about it. His parents, much to Danny's relief, are very welcoming to Damian.

Damian figures out what he likes. Slowly. He's six years old, almost seven, and nobody expects of him to figure out who he is immediately. No child knows who they are right off the bat. So like any child he begins to explore. His english is better but still rough, and he struggles to read said language, but the Fenton family are happy to help even if Damian learns words that no normal seven year old does. (Many of them scientific.)

Damian realizes he likes stars, even if said interest is influenced by the association to Danny. Danny is all too delighted to tell him all about them, and in the process takes him flying out somewhere where the light pollution doesn't reach and showing him where constellations are.

Damian is six-almost-seven, so he doesn't find all of them, but Danny helps him figure out the easier ones. He tells him the scientific facts behind them, and then tells him about the mythos of the constellations. Later on they make their own constellations and make up stories about what they are.

(Damian adores Danny out of anyone else in the Fenton Family. The name Danyal turns to Dany. If anyone asks, Daniel Fenton is Damian's big brother.)

(He still refers to Jazz as Jazmine, and Danny's parents as Mrs. and Mr. Fenton.)

He realizes that, like his original, he loves animals, and he becomes vegetarian too. Sam is smug and Tucker is disappointed, but Damian doesn't super care about their opinions. ...he's getting better at liking them, even if he thinks Manson is a bit snobby and Foley is too much at times.

Its inevitable that the conversation of school comes into play. Damian can't stay home all day and he needs proper schooling. So after a long talk with Damian, they agree to send him to elementary school.

...And before they can do that the Fenton Family goes through with legally adopting Damian into the family as Damian Fenton. It takes convincing to get the administration to enroll him into the first grade without a proper schooling background.

(On his adoption form, Damian asks to change his birthday to the day he met Danny. Perhaps its not the most responsible thing to agree to, but Danny wants Damian to find himself. And its not like they know when his actual birthday was.)

And despite where he learned it from, Damian quite likes sparring. And he quite likes sparring with Danny in particular. Danny makes it fun, something that was foreign in his old league training, and Danny never hurts him. It's a lot like roughhousing.

Danny tells Damian how he got his powers, and how his parents don't know. Damian wakes up late at night to Danny sneaking out of the room (their house is not big enough to give Damian an individual room, and Danny agreed to share his) to go fight ghosts.

It's upsetting. Damian knows that Danny gets injured in those fights, even if Danny never comes home until after those injuries have been fixed up. He wants to help, and he voices it, and Danny shoots him down.

It becomes an argument, something that has happened less and less over the months.

Damian is experienced.

Damian is a child.

Damian knows how to fight.

Damian is mortal and fragile. He is a tiny, squishy human boy and the people Danny fights are ghosts who are near-indestructible. Who are intimately acquainted with death but also do not remember that humans are capable of it. Especially when they're fighting.

Damian says that Batman's rogues are capable of the same thing, that he lets his Robins help him fight.

And Danny says he is not Batman and he will not allow Damian to fight ghosts with him. Those ghosts will kill him and it will hurt. Dying hurts in a way that is terrifying and unimaginable and he will not risk Damian experiencing it. Not even Sam and Tucker help him in his fights most of the time, they are not able to. Not in the way Danny can.

Damian doesn't talk to him all day the following morning, but Danny does not budge on his decision. Damian tries to follow him out the next night, and Danny catches him and takes him back. Over, and over, and over again.

Until finally he gets intercepted by Skulker while taking Damian back home and is forced to fight him in front of Damian. (If it had been his choice, he would not have let Damian see it at all.)

It's not pretty. Skulker has new weapons, weapons that hurt, a lot. Danny is stuck between trying to take him down and trying to protect Damian from Skulker's attacks at him and from all the debris being created from the fight. It's with Damian's quick thinking and fast feet that finally helps Danny take Skulker out. But Danny is badly injured in the aftermath.

He doesn't have time to take Damian home and get medical attention. So he takes Damian with him to wherever he has his supplies stashed. He doesn't call Sam or Tucker or Jazz, and has to stitch himself up alone, with Damian watching.

Damian is quiet the entire time, he feels awful. Danny's not mad at him -- well, he is. But not because he had to protect him. He's just tired, and a little disappointed in him. Damian doesn't sneak out again. But he still feels helpless.

Danny tells him that that is why he doesn't want Damian to help him. Ghosts, his ghosts, are hard to fight. They are powerful, and his 'rogues' are mean. They will not care that Damian is a mortal child, if he picks a fight with them, they will fight back. And Damian is not immune to certain ghost powers like Danny is.

Damian is silent. He wants to help. But Danny is right: he is a squishy, mortal, living child. There is not much he can do to help Danny. Not without any gear to do it. Not without any powers to do it. He wants to help. He cannot.

Damian, almost-seven-years old, begins to cry. It is the last thing Danny was expecting, and for a moment he is at a loss of what to do.

Damian reaches for him -- in the Fenton family, physical affection is expected. Damian is getting used to it, but Danny is the only one he likes touching him -- and then stops, cringing away like he only just remembered that Danny was hurt.

He only cries harder.

Danny meets him halfway and pulls him into his arms, situating Damian between his knees from where he's sitting. Through his tears, Damian says he wants to help. He wants to help. He doesn't want Danny to get hurt anymore. He doesn't want Danny to fight ghosts alone anymore. He's scared that Danny will stop coming back.

Danny doesn't have anything to say to reassure him. Can't say anything to reassure him. It'll all just be lies. He's not going to stop fighting ghosts, he can't. He's not going to stop getting hurt, he can't. He's not going to bring Damian with him, he can't. He'd never be able to live with himself.

"I'll always come back." He says though, because that is something he can promise. Whether dead or alive, he'll come back.

When the tears finally stop, Damian doesn't say anything again. He sniffles, and presses his ear to Danny's chest, listening to the steady, slow heartbeat. If he puts his ear to his sternum and strains his ear, Damian would almost hear the low hum of Danny's ghost core, like a small dwarf sun.

"If you die, I'll drag you to the Lazarus pools myself." Damian mumbles eventually, his voice sleep-full. It's spoken in arabic, and Danny only understands half of it.

He laughs quietly, and smoothes his hand over Damian's hair. He hasn't had a haircut since he arrived, it's gotten long and there are curls beginning to form. "Okay."

Damian falls asleep shortly after, and with much consideration to his own injuries and Damian's sleeping form, Danny flies them back home.

It's hard to say, but not much changes in routine afterwards. Damian hovers close to Danny, more than usual. Danny still goes out at night, he still stitches himself up before going back, he still goes back home where Damian is waiting worriedly for him. Damian doesn't like falling asleep without knowing Danny is there.

Now the hard question is: when does little Damian finally meet the Waynes for the first time? There's plenty of ways to go about it, both easy and hard. Perhaps we go this way:

The Fenton family are visiting Maddie's sister in Arkansas. And Damian is dragging Danny around through the surrounding forest. It's his first time being in a forest this large since he moved in with the Fentons. Safe to say he is delighted by all of the nature, and he's dragging Danny along with him.

Danny likes the peace and quiet it gives him, he's found that he enjoys the rural area more than he likes the city. He's happy to let Damian point out every plant he recognizes, even if some of it is in arabic.

They walk around all day until Damian gets tired, and then at night when the sky is clear Danny and him go look at the stars. It's peaceful at first.

On the third day of their visit, Damian drags Danny out far from the house. It's slightly worrying, but Danny can always fly them back if it gets too late.

It's in the woods that Danny and Damian stray much too far from Alicia's house, and from there in the early evening that they run into Batman and Red Robin, both of them in rough 'just got out of a fight' shape.

Safe to say, it was the last thing any of them expected to run into. Damian and Danny had stopped at a small crik to rest, and the two vigilantes came through the tree line on the other side.

It was... quite the staring contest.

Damian, now seven years old at this point, forgot to mention that the Waynes were vigilantes when he told Danny he was a clone. But he was told that Batman was his original's father.

Before anyone can say anything, little Damian wraps his arms tight around Danny's middle and stares Batman and Red Robin down. His sharp edges have softened around the Fentons. But he makes no exceptions to anyone else outside of Danny's immediate social circle.

Danny's arm automatically goes around Damian's shoulders, and he looks between both Red and Batman uneasily. If they were here then it meant that there was something unsafe nearby. Danny did not fight the living, and he wasn't going to put Damian in the crosshairs of anything that does.

"Should... should we leave?" He asks, brows knotted together with a frown. He stands. "Is there something going on nearby?"

Batman suddenly grunts, and looks at him. "It's been handled." He says, and his voice is gruffer than Danny imagined it. Lower. Danny is not all that comfortable with that answer.

"Do you guys live nearby?" Red Robin asks, and Danny can't help but notice that he keeps looking at Damian. Warily. In fact, so is Batman.

He pushes Damian behind him slightly, and Damian's grip tightens on him. "Not... exactly." He says, his eyes narrowing slightly. "My family's visiting my Aunt and my brother wanted to explore since it's his first time out of the city, I guess we wandered too far away if we're running into you."

There's no visible indication of whether or not both Bats reacted to him calling Damian his brother. But he can all but feel little Damian preen at the title, it makes Danny's mouth twitch into a smile as his hand finds Damian's hair.

"Would we be able to go back with you?" Red Robin asks, startling both Danny and seemingly Batman, who looks at him instantly.

"Red Robin." He growls out, and Red Robin throws Batman a look of annoyance.

"We are lost, B. They jammed the comms and our trackers back there and it hasn't come back on yet, his aunt may have the signal we need to let the others know where we are."

They end up walking back with Danny and Damian. It's silent, and awkward, and Danny has Damian walking on his opposite side so he's not near the vigilantes. Red Robin is fiddling with a phone but still can't get a signal.

Batman is silently brooding.

Red eventually gives up and shoves the phone into a pocket on his belt, then turns to make conversation with Danny. "I never thanked you for letting us walk with you. Thanks, by the way."

Danny blinks at him, and smiles awkwardly. "No problem, man," he says, "I'm uh, Danny." He glances down at Damian, who looks up at him with big green eyes, and Damian nods quietly.

He looks back at Red Robin, and says, "This is my little brother, Damian." And Damian peers over his side and glares at Red Robin -- and Batman, who looks over when Danny says his name.

"He looks like Damian Wayne," Red Robin notes, head tilting like he's inspecting him.

Danny huffs dryly, "We get that a lot."

Red Robin smiles at him, its a tilted thing. It makes Danny uneasy. "Where did you say you were from?"

"I didn't," Danny says bluntly, and he really doesn't want to tell them where he's from. Not when Red Robin was acting strange, but they're vigilantes and notorious for their detective skills. If he's suspicious, they'll look into him. "But I'm from Amity Park."

Damian in that moment, peers around Danny again and scowls at Red Robin. Full on scowls at him, as if it were the first months when he met Danny. "You're being nosy." He sneers, his hand squeezing Danny's.

"Damian," Danny hisses, suppressing a smile. Damian jumps like he's been startled, and looks up at him with big green eyes. "He's just being curious."

(He lets his smile slip through briefly, just to let Damian know he's not that upset. A tension leaves his little brother's shoulders.)

"But he is." Damian continues, a whine leaking into his voice. Danny jabs him in the ribs with his fingers, and Damian jumps, swatting away his hand with a squeak.

"Would you rather have us walk in dead silence, Dames?" He goes for Damian's ribs again, a grin stretching across his face as Damian jumps back again and swats his hand. "Hm? Hm? We could just walk in awkward silence for the entire trip back, I know you just love awkward silence, little brother."

(It's funny, saying little brother always sounds so uncomfortable when he reads it in books and watches it on tv. But Jazz always makes it sound so natural when she does it, and Danny finds that he sounds the same too.)

Damian continues to bat away his hands, but it's not enough to prevent him from squealing with laughter when Danny gets a good hold on him and starts tickling him. Danny's grin only gets bigger, and he swoops Damian up with his arm and holds him like a football.

"Is that it? Huh? Me, you, and two vigilantes walking back to Aunt Alicia's cabin in complete, utter silence." He says, "You won't get to hear any of my amazing jokes."

Damian's wriggling, trying to pound on Danny's ribs, he's giggling uncontrollably. It's the best sound Danny's ever heard. "Your jokes are awful! Laeazir! Put me down!" He cries, grinning from ear to ear.

(From the side, both Red Robin and Batman tense up.)

Danny chuckles, and through a short series of flips, has Damian sitting on his shoulders. "I will not. You're sitting up in air jail for insulting my hilarious jokes."

Damian tugs on his hair in revenge, harrumphing at him but making no move to get down. Danny squeezes his ankles playfully, and looks back to Batman and Red Robin.

Both vigilantes look at him like he's grown a second head.

....Red Robin looks at him like he's grown a second head. Batman just stares, and then looks away. Danny tilts his head at them, his smile waning. "You guys look like you've seen a ghost or something."

(Damian tugs on his hair again. A silent boo at him.)

Red Robin jerks, "Oh, sorry." He says, not sounding all that sorry. "It's just... I've lost count to how many times I've saved Damian Wayne from the occasional kidnapping and he's always been very... serious. It's just weird seeing a kid that looks like him be... not serious."

From his shoulders he feels Damian hide his smile in his hair, that's another thing they can put on their "Things That Damian Does That Damian Wayne Does Not" list. It started as a joke, but it's been surprisingly helpful for when Damian is questioning himself.

However, Danny is not a fan of the comparison, and he smiles widely, perhaps a tad passive-aggressive. "It's a good thing that my Damian isn't Damian Wayne then." He says, giving him the slight stink eye.

Red Robin picks up on it quickly, and nods.

The rest of the way is spent in idle conversation. It's oddly casual, even if most of the conversation is Danny talking about himself. It's annoying, but he unfortunately understands the reason. Secret identities and all that.

Damian interjects a few times, some parts to talk to Danny, and other parts to throw shade at Batman and Red Robin. Mostly Red Robin, who seems begrudgingly used to it.

("I'm surprised you haven't asked me much about myself." Red Robin says at one point into the conversation. Over his shoulder Batman glares at Red Robin. "A lot of civilians do when they're able."

Danny stares at him. "You're a vigilante." He says, frowning, "Isn't it superhero 101 that you don't ask superheroes for their secret identity?"

"You'd be surprised."

"Huh. Well, no. I'm not gonna ask you about yourself. I quite like talking all about me.")

When they finally reach the cabin, it's late into the night and Danny has moved Damian from his shoulders to his front in a koala-like carry. Damian's fast asleep with his head on Danny's shoulder.

His family was also frantically searching for him, and Jazz sees him first. She immediately turns behind her and yells "I FOUND HIM!". And then sprints over to him, his parents thundering not too far behind.

Both vigilantes are subsequently ignored as Jazz dotes over him and Danny, and soon enough so is his mom and dad. They're all talking all at once, asking him where he was, they were worried sick, did he know how late it was.

He shushes all of them, loudly. And whispers that Damian is sleeping. His family then immediately quiet themselves, and go back to yelling at him in a more appropriate manner.

"Me and Damian walked too far by accident." Danny finally says when he can get a word in, and then he jabs his thumb in Red Robin and Batman's direction. "We also found two superheroes who need assistance."

The speed of which his family all snap their heads over to the direction he's pointing is almost comical. As is all of their expressions of shock.

His mother is the first to regain her senses, and she sighs at him. She sighs! "Only you, Danny." She says, and Jazz snorts into her arm.

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𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 /𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚:

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 (𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙇𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙖) 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝘽𝙞𝙜 3 (𝙎𝙪𝙣, 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙍𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣). 𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩 (𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨 1-6 = 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨 7-12 = 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩). 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙮𝙢𝙗𝙤𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨:

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙘 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨! 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙮 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤-𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙠.𝙘𝙤𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙘 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧. 𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙘 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣, 𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙣, 𝘼𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙀𝙜𝙮𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙣, 𝙤𝙧 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙮, 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 1𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝘽𝘾𝙀. 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩?!

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 (𝙋𝙤𝙁) 𝙨𝙮𝙢𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩? 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙤𝙁 𝙨𝙮𝙢𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙨, 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚, 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 /𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙮 /𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝘼𝙉𝘿 /𝙊𝙍 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩.

𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨. 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙟𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨! 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮

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𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 : 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 “𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚”𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 /𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨. 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙮 (𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙊𝙉 𝙇𝙊𝙇) 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣. 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙥���𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 + 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙚 /𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙮, 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 /𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙖 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨.

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙨 : 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙮. 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙. 𝙞𝙛 𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚/𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙥𝙤𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮. 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙪𝙥, 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘, 𝘽𝙐𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙎, 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙚𝙩𝙘… 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚. 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 -𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙙 /𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧. 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝/𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨/𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞 : 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮, 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 /𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚 (𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮!), 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚’𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨, 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨, 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙚𝙩𝙘… 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩-𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚, 𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨. 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧.

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧 : 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙥 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚’𝙨 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚…𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙜𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. 𝙖𝙨 𝙞 ’𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙨, 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡. 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙮, 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙚, 𝙚𝙩𝙘…𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣. 𝙗𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 (𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣) 𝙞𝙩 ’𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙖𝙡𝙡!! 𝙞𝙩 ’𝙨 𝙖 𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙞𝙩 ’𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙂𝙐𝙄𝘿𝙀 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨. 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙤 : 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙝. 𝙡𝙚𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩. 𝙡𝙚𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 (𝙡𝙚𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣), 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨, 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 “𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 ” 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙖 𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮, 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚, 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡, 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝 (𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣), 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 /𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚, 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘, 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙚𝙩𝙘… 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙥𝙤𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙟𝙤𝙮.

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙤 : 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙣; 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 (𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙝 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙮, 𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣, 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙖, 𝙚𝙩𝙘…). 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙚𝙩𝙘… 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙖𝙧. 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣, 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙖𝙙𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 (𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙤) 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙔 (𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝) 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚.

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙖 : 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢/𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙖𝙧. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚. 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣, 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙨. 𝙬𝙝��𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙨 /𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 /��𝙧𝙩, 𝙚𝙩𝙘… 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨? 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨? 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚, 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙃𝙐𝙂𝙀 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙖 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 (𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣, 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠). 𝙨𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 “𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 ” 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝����𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 <3

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙞𝙤 : 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 (𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 /𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙚𝙩𝙘…) 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙖𝙧. 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠, 𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙞𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙖𝙡𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 180 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝𝙨. 𝙛𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙮!

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨 : 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝 + 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙙. 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 /𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 (𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩) 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 /𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝙟𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡. 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙛𝙪𝙡, 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣, 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙙, 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙞𝙢 (𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧) 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮.

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣 : 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣, 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 (𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙙) 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 /𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙢. 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙖, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧! 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 (𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚). 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 /𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚.

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨 : 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙛𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 /𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨…(𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩). 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙔. 𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚? 𝙞𝙛 𝙬𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚. 𝙖𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙨!

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙨 : 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨, 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙗𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣. 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣 (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 /𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙤 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚). 𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙜𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙟𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨.

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𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 1𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 : 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙞��� 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 “𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮 ”. 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙. 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛-𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧! 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 /𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙮. 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 /𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙖𝙡𝙨. 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤!

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 2𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 : 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙨 /𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 /𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙚𝙩𝙘… 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 /𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚. 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙠𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 /𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙. 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 “𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙡 ” 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨!

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 3𝙧𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 : 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙥𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙇𝙊𝘾𝘼𝙇 /𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙄𝘼𝙍 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨. 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 /𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 (𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚/𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 ). 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙙𝙖𝙮-𝙩𝙤-𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨, 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙗𝙨/𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙, 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ’𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤, 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡-𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙫𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨. 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙢 𝙪𝙥!!

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 4𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 : 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙡𝙮. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮 /𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮. 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙. 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 = 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙟𝙤𝙮 4 𝙪 <3

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 5𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 : 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙤, 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮. 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨, 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙚𝙩𝙘… 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨! 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘, 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙚𝙩𝙘… 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 /𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮.

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 6𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 : 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬! 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙥 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙤𝙜, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙞𝙩. 𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚. 𝙚𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧. 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚!! 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜!

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 7𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 : 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙟𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨 /𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 /𝙚𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨. 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 ��𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢, 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪! 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 (𝙖𝙣𝙮) 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙤𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙨.

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 8𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 : 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 7𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩. 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡, 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨. 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 /𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚'𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧, 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙨, 𝙚𝙩𝙘… 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡. 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡. 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙫𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬!

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 9𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 : 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮. 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮. 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨' 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙. 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝 /𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙚𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 /𝙨𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙡𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙤. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙤. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚/𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡.

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 10𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 : 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙜𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨. 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙧. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙨𝙤. 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 /𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧!

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 11𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 : 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡. 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 + 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨, 𝙨𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙨, 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙢𝙨, 𝙚𝙩𝙘… (𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖). 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙟𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚'𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤! 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙥 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤.

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 12𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 : 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚, 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 ��𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨. 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 "𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 " 𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚. 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚/𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨/𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙚𝙨.

if you guys want I can make a part 2 on aspects to the Part of Fortune! please let me know in the comments what you think of this post and what posts you want to see next.

hope you enjoyed!

[ghostsray]

never been a big fan of those dpxdc fics with the premise of danny being damian's ~secret twin brother~ because danny is just too normal for the league of assassins to me. yeah yeah half dead eldritch abomination defying the laws of nature, but i think we all forget about the more mundane aspects of danny's character. dude's a gamer who hates toast and wishes he owned a monster truck. i know some fics say he was separated from birth, but can you imagine being damian wayne, with the most fucked up childhood imagineable who trained the majority of his life to be an assassin, and being expected to believe this guy is your brother when youve seen him try to tie his shoelace and fail

[ghurab-alzilal]

3 y/o Damian: *pats Jason's head *

LoA's Jason, with a soft smile : What's up, bǎobèi?

3 y/o Damian, while still patting him : I'm trying to wake up the skunk in your head.

LoA's Jason, squeezing Damian's cheeks with a bitter smile : xiǎo shǐ...

[leroibobo]

some of the architecture of zinder, niger. zinder rose from a small hausa village into an important center of trans-saharan trade during the 18th century, culmunating in it becoming the capital of the sultanate of damagaram in 1736.

[canisalbus]

Imagine if Machete was Muslim instead of Catholic. His name would be something like Saif سيف, and Vasco would probably be something like Dhahabi ذَهَبِيّ

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[ghostofacrow]

Dune discourse is uniquely annoying because there's a bunch of extremely obvious, in-your-face orientalism perpetuated by the main characters that's being discussed at nauseum and is very easy to dismiss and completely overshadows any actual issues with the movie, like the refusal to use recognisable arabic phrases or the hiring practices. I'll be charitable here and assume that people have a rightfully negative reaction to how those images of white people, particularly Jessica, are used as marketing material, instead of just not getting the point, and with how often concerns like this are overlooked, I can understand why they aren't receptive to "no this thing that media does uncritically all the time is meant to be bad THIS time actually trust me bro just read this 1000 page book".

Seemingly the entire film crew having cold feet about including references to real world anti-colonial movements or just normal Arabic would always be concerning, but especially given the current situation in Palestine and it's all overshadowed by the colonisers in the book acting like colonisers because every other issue is more complicated. Dune, as a text, still believes in noble savages and "hard times create hard men" nonsense. I'm really not coming at this from a "don't criticise the thing I like" angle, but debates about Jessica's outfit have made me learn nothing besides occasionally seeing really cool pictures of real arabic clothing, while reading Haris A. Durrani's dissections of the books and the current adaptation has actually tought me a lot of stuff about both the book and the real world.

If you haven't seen his Dune essays, you can find a collection towards the bottom of this page: https://history.princeton.edu/people/haris-durrani

https://acoup.blog/2020/01/17/collections-the-fremen-mirage-part-i-war-at-the-dawn-of-civilization < This blog post isn't specifically about Dune, but it uses the Fremen as an example to discuss the historic origins of the noble savage trope (Acoup is generally a cool history blog, mostly focused on greek and roman history)

I love Dune but it's so problematic, just not for the obvious reason and dissected Frank Herbert's actual politics and the strange intersection of conservatism and anti-colonialism is fascinating. You should criticise Dune, I would just like the criticism to be better, especially because focusing on the thing that is framed as bad in the story gives every chud an easy way to dismiss criticism of the text as bad media literacy

[defnotkanyewest]

Guess the non-human (jojo edition)

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XIX)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWO is here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here PART FOURTEEN is here PART FIFTEEN is here PART SIXTEEN is here PART SEVENTEEN is here PART EIGHTEEN is here...nineteen...oy vey.

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts (now featuring mediocre mouseover translations, only available on a computer)

Where we last left off... THE BART RETURNS! The earth rejoices! 🥳🎉 Physical therapy can be fun, even if it usually isn't!

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

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Danny learns a few more words with practice.

Foda is simple. If Danny is hungry, he can ask for foda. It sounds exactly like food, and when he asks, they feed him.

…Or they up his IV. Which. Danny’s tongue might still feel sore and nasty, but the doctors and nurses and millions of minders don’t seem that mad when he sticks his tongue out at them. Sometimes they even laugh.

They don’t even sound all that mean.

It takes Danny a good chunk of waking time for him to realize that he…probably is hooked up to something he doesn’t want to think about, since all the efforts of lifting and moving him haven’t resulted in a single bathroom trip since he woke up here.

Firstly: horrible.

Secondly: his legs are super, absolutely, positively immobilized, and if someone doesn’t give him enough medication quickly enough after it wears off, Danny is very aware that something is deeply wrong with them.

So. Uh. That’s…gross.

He learns bealo just as quickly. He isn’t sure what bealo means, per se, but when he says it, they up his medication until Danny can pretend he doesn’t have any legs again.

God niht is goodnight, unless Danny is feeling snippy, and then it’s just niht.

…The one lady who minds him always says the whole thing, though. Even when Danny’s mean. Like the one time he threw his rocket at someone.

Or the time he started ignoring everyone when they tried to touch him.

…Or the one time he tried to freeze his IV bag, and put everyone on alert because if he’d been human, that would have seriously hurt him.

“Sorry,” Danny’d whispered, even if it wouldn’t mean anything to her.

She’d patted his hand and meant it. Danny’d had to dry his eyes with his wrist. “Eall es wel.”

Anyway.

Danny hates being in the freaking bed every hour of every day. So when his “sitting up” exercises turn into “hey, let’s try the wheelchair” practice, Danny gets so excited-slash-nervous that he kind of feels like he’s going to throw up all the liquids he’s been injected with.

None of the regular people try to lift him. Instead the lady does it herself, scooping Danny up in very strong arms, the golden cuffs on her wrists weirdly warm on Danny’s skin. When Danny’s settled, his legs sticking out real weird and his back kind of sore, he’s…out of bed.

He’s. He’s not in bed anymore.

And. Sure. It’s temporary, but it’s not the bed. Danny can wriggle, and he can sort of palm the wheels underneath him with the heels of his shaky hands, and he can see so much more of himself than he has in ages and ages.

For one. Both of his legs are in casts. That’s. Not good. He can’t feel it right now, but the sight of fully encased legs…

Well. If he can transform that won’t be a problem. If. If he has to escape. But it is…it’s super scary. He mostly remembers being captured, but the…the other people had been focusing more on his thoracic cavity and his face and head.

…So why are his legs so bad? Did something else happen?

(It did, didn’t it?)

(…Didn’t it??)

His hands shake, but there’s something to all that grip training, or else Danny wouldn’t be able to paw at his neckline to look down his own shirt. Or, well, his cloth nightie, anyway.

It’s good that he looks, since, well…his chest is glowing a solid green.

Whatever should probably be scar tissue. Uh. It…isn’t. There’re gouges down his chest and a crater where his heart should be that probably should be healing over, considering, you know, he’s not freaking dead at this exact second (mostly??), but. Instead of, like, healed flesh, or, say, his insides, there’s a transparent green…jelly… holding him together.

He can see how the green bounces with his heart beat.

...Danny drops the neckline of his gown. His breath comes in choking bursts, eyes pressed into his eye sockets—he feels sick.

He is sick. He has been sick.

The humans are keeping him here because he’s a freak of nature and he’s broken from head to toe and the Guys in White carved his flesh out of his body and opened him up like a can of cranberry sauce.

He presses his hands to his chest, to his stomach, just trying to breathe for long enough that he doesn’t throw up his oatmeal and occasional juice and IV nutrition onto the pristine floor of his sickroom. The people around him all make sympathetic noises that don’t help because he doesn’t know what they mean.

And then he feels something weird.

Not all the sensation in his fingers are back. It’s easier for him to feel impediments than it is to feel textures—something that blocks him from moving, rather than anything sensory-specific. He can usually tell when he touches fabric, because when he moves too far, it pulls tight around his hand. He can tell when he’s on something solid when his hand fails to go through it.

There is something solid sticking out of him.

Danny’s heartbeat quickens. It’s not. It’s. There’s something in him.

And it’s not—it’s so solid. When Danny brushes his hands against it, he can feel his skin and his flesh move with it, trying not to dislodge the thing embedded in him. It pulls at his skin. He doesn’t know what it is.

His fingers tremble as he tries to brush over the object through his gown, trying to figure out its shape from faulty touch alone. It’s like waking up to find himself jammed with needles all over again.

People are talking around them. Danny doesn’t try to listen in. He’s scared. He’s so scared. Something’s happened to him, and he didn’t even notice.

Some of it is—hard. There’s a crinkling sound when he moves. Danny manages to pull his gown neckline back again to catch something of a glimpse, and all he sees is plastic.

He doesn’t know what it is.

He doesn’t know who to ask. He can’t understand anyone and he doesn’t know if he trusts them.

They put something in him. There’s something embedded in him.

He thinks he’s going to cry.

Something touches his arm—Danny flinches. His core tightens with stress as he puts a metaphorical hand on the button, ready to run and hide at any notice.

It’s the lady. He knows her.

No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t know her at all. He can’t talk to her in any way that matters. She’s not a doctor. He doesn’t know why she’s here, or why she’s keeping him here.

She’s nice. She fed him. But is that all it takes to trick him? To make him compliant? Pliable?

She stops touching him when he gets scared, her eyes worried. She kneels—closer than Danny would like, probably, but she keeps her hands to herself. Danny’s heart races faster, out of order, starting and stopping and starting again like a bad engine.

“Eow eart wel?” she asks from his left arm rest, a common question, so softly. Danny doesn’t know what it means. “Eall es wel. Ænlic eow, ænlic me. Bruce bræð wið me?”

She takes a big, deep, breath. Her hand rises slightly over her chest, following an exaggerated movement. Don’t panic. Breathe. Breathe like me. One, two, three.

Danny’s breaths are more choked. More panicked.

But when she breathes, he breathes with her—even with every stutter in between.

“Hwæt es woh[O3] ?” the lady asks, so gently it’s almost a whisper. Her pointer finger hovers over his body, but doesn’t touch—and eventually, Danny figures out she probably wants to know where he’s hurting.

But he’s not hurting. He’s scared. There’s something inside him, and he isn’t sure what it is. He presses the heel of his hand to the object. He feels something rigid refuse to bend inside his flesh.

There’s something of recognition in the woman’s face. “Inne cwic tima,” she says, more certain of answers outside the room, and darts away,

Danny wants to bounce his bound leg. He feels awful when anyone is in the room with him, considering how little of them he knows, but, somehow, it’s so much worse when he’s actually alone.

When she comes back, there’s a second person who walks through the double doors with her, in blue scrubs with ducks on them. They wave to Danny.

Danny…blinks. He feels numb. It’s kind of a problem.

They take it in stride, though; in their hands is a blank board and a chunky marker. The cap comes off, the new person scribbles for a minute or so, and then turns the board around so that Danny can see.

It’s a…person. A rudimentary outline person, sure, with some visible bones and organs to fill in the person-shaped outline. Danny can recognize most of them from anatomy class, although those memories are more…personal, now. A little more painful.

The person taps on the board. The person points to Danny.

Danny frowns.

The person turns the board back around and makes some Pew, Pew, Pew! sounds with their mouth, occasionally opening and closing their hand over the board to match the noise. There’s some more scribbling. When the board turns back around, there’s a violent smudge of marker on top of the drawn person’s drawn intestines.

The person takes their covered pinky finger and erases a little neat circle of marker in the intestines, mostly favoring one side. They draw a little arrow from the hole to the general outside-of-the-person blank area. Then another circle, with a thicker circle inside.

Danny recognizes the object jutting out of him. Oh. This is how he got it.

The person—probably a doctor, Danny guesses, or the surgeon who did this to him—do these people even need credentials, actually?—hands the board over to the lady. They hold out ten outstretched fingers, marker under their arm, and make a show of counting every one of the outstretched fingers with the opposite hand. Then they take the board back.

And then, when they write on the board, Danny can actually understand what they say.

Or, well, it’s numbers! The numbers are the same as his—the line and a circle is clearly meant to be a ten, and the little x is a multiplication symbol— they draw a 10, as clearly and a brightly as it could be against a stark white board, and add a little x 7, probably to indicate a week; the result is ten suns times seven, or seventy suns.

Danny feels his heart bounce in his chest. Danny would bet a whole lot of money that the number is meant to be seventy days. There is an end point. It’s not that Danny is free to be subjected to random anatomical whims—there’s a goal here. This was purposeful.

The little circle-within a circle gets erased. The hole is scribbled through as if it was never there, and the person makes a weaving gesture with the marker that Danny is certain is meant to be sewing.

Tears prick at his eyes. The lady gets close by him again, but Danny lets her. His hands aren’t good enough for wiping tears the way he wants to, yet. Help and company are good.

She gives him a tissue from Danny's bedside table. He takes it with a whisper of a grip.

“Seventy?” Danny rasps, tearful. Hopeful. Terrified of hope. He practically jams the tissue into his eye sockets.

The lady’s eyes go wide. “Seventy,” she repeats, marveling.

It’s enough. Nothing is perfect, but it’s enough. And if Danny's allowed to spend so long in front of the space window that he falls asleep in his wheelchair, well. It's not like he was in charge of where they went.

[arabian-batboy]

The only good thing about this show is Damian being a total mama's boy.

[shiveringsoldier]

Lawrence of Arabia (1962) dir. David Lean

[littlelightfish]

I realized that Maizuru, despite being with Kabru's party for a while, still gets Holm's race wrong.

At first I thought it was kind of the joke of the whole thing. Calling Marcille a frog woman, Holm a dwarf, and getting Rin's name wrong. Holm looks tired, annoyed or maybe a bit embarrassed by this mistake. He's the only one who's background is not "explosive". Marcille's and Rin's are, and his is just plain, dark, and with those lines at the bottom. Why? Maybe for comedical effect. Probably because he's been telling her he's a gnome before this. Just like Chilchuck doesn't like being called a kid and people still call him that, Holm doesn't like being called a dwarf and people keep calling that.

It's not uncommon for people to mix those races, and since Shuro's party isn't the best with races (they don't even know Chil's a half-foot) they probably just think Holm is a wierd-looking dwarf. They probably hadn't seen any gnomes before. If it was Maizuru's first time seeing a gnome and calling it a dwarf, it could be understandable. But she's been with kabru's party long enough to realize that that dwarf is, actually, a gnome.

I think she doesn't believe Holm is a gnome, just like Marcille or Senshi don't believe Chil's an adult.

That's the face of someone who's tired of this shit. It's like when someone tries to guess your country just by the way you look. There's maybe a bit of ignorance at first, but I think Maizuru is deliberately deciding to not believe Holm when he tells her he's a gnome for the first time. And he's so done.

[violottie]

"Here's why the "Dune" movies are being accused of erasing the original story's Islamic and Arabic influences" from AJ Plus, 28/Feb/2024:

[marinetti-dinner-party]

i'm so excited for vance's attempts to de-whiten italians and irish people. and his followers are also reviving anti-german sentiment for walz. reactionary thought in america can only succeed if they broaden conceptions of whiteness, but i love that this man has decided to go the opposite way.

we're gonna get the tell-tale {{{haircut}}}* in political cartoons again

*american cartoonists at the turn of the last century used a specific haircut to suggest, simultaneously, italian ancestry AND anarchist tendencies. i'm using triple curly brackets because it's funny to come up with echo parentheses for different ethnicities. like, the irish one is three asterisks (***), because they kind of look like shamrocks. romanian is #, for reasons that ought to be obvious. and the less said about the $$$swiss$$$ the better

[goddessofwisdom18]

Emerie Şafak, Lady of the Hills, the Cloaked, the Shimmering, the Carynthian