
𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗁𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌, 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖼𝗒𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗈𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 and too 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁, 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗐 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗎𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈.
𝖠𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝗒. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗐𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖶𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖶𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗉, 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿, 𝖽𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖶𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾. 𝖶𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖶𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌. 𝖶𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾.
𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗈𝗋-𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗓𝖾, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝗉𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒. 𝖶𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖶𝖾’𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾’𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗋𝗎𝗇-𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾, 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗌. 𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.
𝖯𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗌, 𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝖻. 𝖠 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗌. 𝖳𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗒𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖳𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐. 𝖳𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝖳𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍. 𝖳𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋. 𝖳𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖳𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖳𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖳𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖳𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝖳𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗑 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇. 𝖳𝗈 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗋𝖻 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖯𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗎𝗌, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝖻.
𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗍𝗒. 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍-𝗂𝖿’𝗌. 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾. 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉. 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾. 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗒, 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖨. 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎.
𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍-𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗌. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗒𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋. 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾.
𝖳𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎.
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