𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗌.
𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐
𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽—
𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗇
𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋,
𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖾
𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀.
𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽,
𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍,
𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿
𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾
𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁
𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾
𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨’𝗆 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍
𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽.
𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾,
𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋?
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾?
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅?
𝖮𝗋 𝗆𝖾,
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾.
[ 𝖠𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆- 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗍. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝘄𝗮𝗿. 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗲 was. 𝖨𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻? 𝖮𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍. ]
