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𝖲𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗄𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗍𝗎, 𝗂𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝖻𝖺𝗁 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗃𝖺𝗀𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗁𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗉 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗒𝖺𝗅𝖺.
"𝖠𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗎'𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗎𝗆," -𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆.
𝖯𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗎 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝗄𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗂 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖻𝗎𝗄𝖺, 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗄 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝖽𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝖡𝗎 𝖧𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗃𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗁𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗎.
"𝖶𝖺'𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗎𝗆𝗌𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆, 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂, 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗁𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗄, 𝗆𝖺𝖺𝖿 𝗄𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖺𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂 𝗂𝗇𝗂," 𝗎𝗃𝖺𝗋 𝖡𝗎 𝖧𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂, 𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗇𝗒𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖻𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗄.
𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗉𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺𝗄 𝖻𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗀𝗂, 𝗉𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗄 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗂 𝗂𝗌𝗒𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗄.
𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌𝗒𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗇𝖺, 𝖽𝗂𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗁𝗄𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗄𝗂 𝗋𝗎𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗎𝗁𝖺𝗇, 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖺-𝖽𝗈𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗒𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗃𝖺𝗍𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗄 𝗄𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗎𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗄𝗇𝗒𝖺.
𝖲𝖺𝖺𝗍 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗄𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗄 𝗄𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗋 𝖣𝗒𝗋𝖺, 𝖽𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗄, 𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗎𝗁, 𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗒𝗂 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗄𝗄𝖺𝗇.
𝖨𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗎𝖺 𝗄𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝗄𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂 𝖽𝗂 𝗄𝖺𝖿𝖾.
"𝖬𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗁 𝗅𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗄 𝖣𝗒𝗋𝖺. 𝖲𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗄 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖻𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗎. 𝖢𝗎𝗄𝗎𝗉 𝖽𝗈𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗃𝖺 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗎𝗁," 𝗎𝗃𝖺𝗋 𝖡𝗎 𝖧𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗎𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗂𝗋.
𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗒𝗎𝗆 𝗄𝗂𝗄𝗎𝗄, 𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗃𝖺𝗁 𝖣𝗒𝗋𝖺 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗃𝖺𝗆, 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗀𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝗎𝖽𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗂 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝖺𝗎𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗒𝖺𝗍𝖺𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗂.
𝖨𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖽𝗂 𝖽𝖺𝗁𝗂 𝖣𝗒𝗋𝖺, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝖻𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗒𝗂𝗄𝗌𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗁𝗇𝗒𝖺, "𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘪."
𝖯𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗁 𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝗅𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗉 𝖣𝗒𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗄𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗂𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗅 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗇.
"𝖳𝖺𝗇, 𝗆𝖺𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺," -𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆.
"𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖺𝗉𝖺?" -𝖡𝗎 𝖧𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂.
"𝖪𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗄 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖺 𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗉𝖺?" -𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆.
"𝖮𝗁, 𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗄 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝖺, 𝗄𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗄𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖣𝗒𝗋𝖺. 𝖬𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗉𝖺?" -𝖡𝗎 𝖧𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂.
"𝖠𝗇𝗎 𝖳𝖺𝗇, 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗄𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗂 𝗄𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗄 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗎," 𝗎𝗃𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗀.
𝖡𝗎 𝖧𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗎𝗄, "𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗄?"
"𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗉𝖺, 𝖳𝖺𝗇?" -𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆.
𝖡𝗎 𝖧𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝗅𝖺𝗅𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗎𝖺𝗋 𝗄𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗃𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗄 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗄𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗎𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖻𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗎𝗌 𝗄𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗄.
"𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝗄𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁 𝖬𝖻𝖺𝗁 𝖪𝗎𝗇𝗀, 𝗄𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗉𝗂 𝖬𝖻𝖺𝗁 𝖪𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗁 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗎𝖺𝗇," -𝖡𝗎 𝖧𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂.
"𝖬𝖻𝖺𝗁 𝖪𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗉𝖺, 𝖳𝖺𝗇?" -𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆.
"𝖡𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗄 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝖺," -𝖡𝗎 𝖧𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂.
"𝖮𝗁, 𝗒𝖺𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗁 𝖻𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗎," -𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆.
𝖡𝗎 𝖧𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂 𝗉𝗎𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗒𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗁𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗄 𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂 𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁 𝖬𝖻𝖺𝗁 𝖪𝗎𝗇𝗀.
𝖨𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗎𝗄𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗅, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗄𝗌𝗂 𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝖻𝖺𝗁 𝖪𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗉𝗌.
𝖲𝖾𝗃𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗄, 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗍, 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁 𝖬𝖻𝖺𝗁 𝖪𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺𝗍𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗄𝗎𝗉 𝗃𝖺𝗎𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗌𝗂 𝖣𝗒𝗋𝖺.
𝖲𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗃𝖺𝗄 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗂, 𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗁𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖾 𝖣𝗒𝗋𝖺. 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗄𝖺𝗁 𝗄𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍, 𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍 𝗃𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗄𝖺𝗋 𝗄𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗅, "𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘬𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘬 𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘶."
𝖩𝖺𝗎𝗁 𝖽𝗂 𝖽𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗂, 𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂 𝖽𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗃𝖺𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖠𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗉𝗂, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗄𝖺𝗍𝖺𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗁 𝖪𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗄𝗇𝗒𝖺, 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗎𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗍𝖺𝗁𝗎 𝗃𝖺𝗐𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺.
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𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗃𝗎𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗍, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝗈𝗍𝖺 𝗃𝖺𝗎𝗁 𝖽𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇𝗀.
𝖠𝗋𝗅𝗈𝗃𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗄𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝗄𝗎𝗅 22.18. 𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗄 𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗎𝖻𝗎𝗁𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗌𝗎𝗄. 𝖬𝖾𝗌𝗄𝗂 𝗂𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗄𝖺𝗅𝗂-𝗄𝖺𝗅𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗂 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗌, 𝗁𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗎𝗌 𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝖽𝗂 𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝗍𝗎.
𝖧𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝖺𝗁 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗅 𝗇𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗍.
𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗉 𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗋 𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺. 𝖦𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗆, 𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗉 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗉𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗃𝖺 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗄𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗄.
𝖨𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗄 𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁 𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗒𝖺𝗅𝖺 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗎 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗃𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺. 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗇, 𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗄 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗉𝗌, "𝘭𝘢𝘩? 𝘈𝘥𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘵𝘢... 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘪 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘶-𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘪, 𝘥𝘦𝘩."
𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗉𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗉𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗃𝖺𝗇𝗀, 𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗄𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗃𝗎 𝗋𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁 𝖬𝖻𝖺𝗁 𝖪𝗎𝗇𝗀. 𝖣𝗂 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗂 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺, 𝖺𝗄𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗂𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗅𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗄𝗈 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗌.
𝖡𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗅𝗎, 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝖺𝗁 𝗃𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗇.
𝖪𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂 𝗄𝗈𝗍𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗒𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗈𝗇. 𝖫𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗎-𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗎 𝗃𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗒𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗁. 𝖲𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗉 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗎 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗒𝖺𝗅𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝖽𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗎𝗉𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗂 𝗄𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍.
𝖠𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗉𝗂, 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗄 𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗄𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗒𝗎𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗂 𝗄𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗍𝗎. 𝖪𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗄𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗉 𝖽𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁-𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗒𝖺.
𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝗆𝖺𝗎 𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗅 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗉 𝗄𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖺𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇.
𝖬𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗎 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇, 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗎-𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝗃𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝗎𝖽𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗅 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗌𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗂. 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗄𝖾𝗃𝖺𝗎𝗁𝖺𝗇, 𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗃𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗄𝖺𝗁 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗂𝗁 𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗎𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝖽𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁.
𝖲𝖾𝗃𝖺𝗎𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝗂 𝗄𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗍𝗎, 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀. 𝖪𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗂 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗒𝖺𝗉, 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗁 𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀. 𝖲𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗄𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗂𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗂.
𝖲𝖾𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗒𝖺 𝗄𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗎𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗁 𝗄𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗎𝖽𝗎𝗄 𝖽𝗂 𝗄𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗎 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗇.
𝖪𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗄𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗃𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗍𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍, 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗒𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗄, "𝗆𝖺𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺, 𝖢𝗎𝗇𝗀?" (𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝖩𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗄 𝗅𝖺𝗄𝗂-𝗅𝖺𝗄𝗂).
"𝖬𝖺𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗇, 𝖭𝖾𝗄," 𝗃𝖺𝗐𝖺𝖻𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋.
𝖭𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗄 𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗒𝗎𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆, 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗎𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗃𝖺𝗁𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌.
𝖲𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗁. 𝖡𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗃𝖺. 𝖳𝖺𝗄 𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗉𝗎𝗇.
𝖡𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗄 𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗂, 𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗄 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗎𝖽𝗎𝗄 𝖽𝗂 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌. 𝖯𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗒𝖺, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗁𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗒𝖺 𝗄𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗎𝗁𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗃𝗎𝗀𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗄 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗇𝗒𝖺.
𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗄𝗎 𝖽𝗂 𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗆, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗃𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗄𝖺𝗍. 𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗋, 𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗁 𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇𝗀, 𝖽𝖺𝗇... 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗁 𝖽𝗎𝖽𝗎𝗄 𝖽𝗂 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖺.
"𝘒𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘢? 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶," 𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗁𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗄 𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗅.
𝖬𝖾𝗌𝗄𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖺𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌-𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝗂𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗃𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗄 𝗄𝖾𝖽𝗎𝖺 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗂...
𝖳𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗃𝖺𝖽𝗂 𝖺𝗉𝖺-𝖺𝗉𝖺.
𝖭𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖽𝗎𝖽𝗎𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗎𝗌 𝗄𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗉𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗒𝖺𝗉𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗄 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗇𝗒𝖺.
𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗄𝖺𝗅𝗂-𝗄𝖺𝗅𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗁𝗇𝗒𝖺, 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗁𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗀𝗎𝗉𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗒𝖺.
𝖲𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗎𝗁 𝗃𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝖽𝗎𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍, 𝗂𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀.
𝖡𝗎𝗄𝖺𝗇, 𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗂𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖺 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗄𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗎𝗅 𝖽𝗂 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗎 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁. 𝖲𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗄𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝗂 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖺 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆.
𝖨𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗄𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗂 𝖽𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗄𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗉 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗍.
𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗎𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺, 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗒𝗎𝗆 𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗄𝖺, "𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂, 𝖯𝖺𝗄!"
𝖬𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗄𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗉𝖺𝖺𝗇 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗒𝗎𝗆 𝗅𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗋 𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁𝗇𝗒𝖺.
"𝘖𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨-𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘤𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘱 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘵𝘢," 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺.
𝖨𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗍𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗃𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺. 𝖠𝗇𝖾𝗁𝗇𝗒𝖺, 𝗌𝖾𝗄𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗄 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗒𝖺𝗉𝖺 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆.
𝖲𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗅𝗂 𝗅𝖺𝗀𝗂, 𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝖻𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗉𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖿 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗍, 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗄𝗂 𝗄𝖾𝖽𝗎𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗋.
𝖲𝖾𝗌𝖺𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝗆𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗇, 𝗃𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝗌𝖺𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗄 𝗄𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺.
*𝖣𝖾𝗀*
𝖠𝗇𝖺𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗈𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗃𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗅𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝗀𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇.
"𝖴𝗀𝗁... 𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗄 𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗉𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖻𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗂 𝗅𝗎𝖺𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗂," 𝗄𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗒𝖺.
"𝖠𝗇𝖺𝗄 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝖺, 𝗆𝖺𝗌," 𝗍𝗂𝖻𝖺-𝗍𝗂𝖻𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗃𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗇𝗒𝖺.
𝖨𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗁, 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝖽𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖿 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗒𝗎𝗆 𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁𝗇𝗒𝖺.
𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗄 𝗇𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗃𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝖺𝗅𝗂, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝖻𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖺𝗍𝖺-𝗄𝖺𝗍𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗃𝖺𝗆 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗂 𝗎𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗁𝗇𝗒𝖺, "𝖬𝖻𝖺𝗄 𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗃𝖺𝗆? 𝖨𝗇𝗂 𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗄-𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗄 𝗌𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗄 𝖽𝗂𝖻𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗒𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗂 𝗃𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗂."
𝖲𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺, 𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗉𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍, 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗃𝖺𝗁𝗇𝗒𝖺.
𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗒𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗃𝗎. 𝖪𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝗉𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗍, 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗂 𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗒𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗃𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗂, 𝖽𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗎-𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂 𝗄𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗀-𝗄𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖺𝗄𝗌𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗂 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗃𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺.
𝖲𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗎𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗅𝗎, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗂 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂 𝗎𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀. 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗇, 𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗆 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗂 𝗄𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖺𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇, 𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗂 𝗃𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇, 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗄𝖺𝗍𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗄𝖺𝗄𝗂 𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖺 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖺.
𝖠𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗒𝖺, 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗎𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗉𝗂 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝖺 𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗅𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗍.
𝖡𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺, 𝗌𝗂 𝗄𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗎, "𝖺𝗄𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀... 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗄𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗇... 𝖺𝗄𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇..."
𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗉 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗄, 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝗎𝗀𝗎𝗋, 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗎𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖺𝗇.
"𝖪𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺?" 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺.
"𝖠𝗄𝗎 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗂..." 𝗃𝖺𝗐𝖺𝖻 𝗌𝗂 𝗄𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗄 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗄 𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗇𝗒𝖺.
"𝖭𝖺𝗆𝖺 𝖪𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗄 𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗉𝖺 𝗄𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗁 𝗍𝖺𝗁𝗎?" -𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆.
"𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇..." 𝗃𝖺𝗐𝖺𝖻 𝗌𝗂 𝗄𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗄. 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗄 𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖺𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗇, "𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖺... 𝗄𝖺𝗆𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗄 𝗄𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗃𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗁 𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗇..."
𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗎𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂, 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗉𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺𝗄 𝖻𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗀𝗂 𝗂𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝗆𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗃𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗂 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗄𝗌𝗂 𝗌𝗂 𝗄𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗄.
𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗍𝗎, 𝗂𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗃𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗒𝗎𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗂 𝗃𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗍.
𝖪𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗄𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗄 𝗄𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗇, 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺𝗍𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗁 𝖻𝗎𝗄𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗎𝗇 𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍.
"𝖭𝖺𝗌𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗎𝗌!" 𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗉 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗂 𝗉𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝖺𝗃𝖺 𝖯𝖺𝗄 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈.
"𝖭𝖺𝗌𝗂 𝖺𝗉𝖺, 𝖬𝖺𝗌?" 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖯𝖺𝗄 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈.
"𝖠𝗉𝖺 𝗒𝖺... 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗄 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗎𝖺 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗅𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝗄𝗎𝗇𝗒𝖺𝗁," 𝗎𝗃𝖺𝗋 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆, 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗀𝗎.
"𝖧𝖾𝗆... 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗂 𝗍𝖺𝗁𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖺 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗄-𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗄 𝗌𝖺𝗃𝖺?" 𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗉 𝖯𝖺𝗄 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈, 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋 𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗒𝖺𝗄 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗎𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗂.
𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗎𝗄 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗃𝗎.
"𝖪𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗄𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗁 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖺 𝗒𝖺, 𝖬𝖺𝗌? 𝖪𝗈𝗄 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗂 𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗄 𝖻𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌?" 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖯𝖺𝗄 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖺-𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗇 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆.
"𝖲𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗅𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝖺, 𝖯𝖺𝗄. 𝖴𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗋 80 𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗌. 𝖦𝗂𝗀𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗁 𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗄 𝗌𝖺𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗎," -𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆.
"𝖬𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗂?" -𝖯𝖺𝗄 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈.
"𝖡𝗎𝗄𝖺𝗇, 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗁 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗄 𝗃𝖺𝗎𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗂," -𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆.
"𝖮𝗁... 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂 𝗄𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗄𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗂?" -𝖯𝖺𝗄 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈.
"𝖡𝗎𝗄𝖺𝗇, 𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗄 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝖺. 𝖪𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗂 𝗄𝖺𝗆𝗂 𝗄𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗎 𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖺𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖺. 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝖺𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝖺..." 𝗂𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗍𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗄𝖺𝗍𝖺𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗄𝖺 𝖯𝖺𝗄 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖺𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗉𝗇𝗒𝖺.
"𝖠𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗉𝖺, 𝖯𝖺𝗄?" 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗇.
𝖯𝖺𝗄 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗇 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝖺𝗅𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗃𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆, "𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖺?" 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗄 𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖺𝖺𝗇.
𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗎.
"𝖡𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝗃𝖺𝖽𝗂 𝗄𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗄 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖬𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗌𝗎𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖺," 𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗉 𝖯𝖺𝗄 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈, 𝗍𝗈𝗉𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗃𝖺𝗁 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗎𝗁 𝖻𝖺𝗒𝖺 𝗂𝗍𝗎.
𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗄𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗃𝗎𝗍, 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗂𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗉 𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗂 𝗉𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗎𝖺𝗇, "𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗉𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗁, 𝖯𝖺𝗄? 𝖪𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗄 𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖺 𝗄𝗈𝗄, 𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗄 𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺, 𝗄𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗃𝗎𝗀𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖺𝗄 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗁. 𝖡𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗀𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀-𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗄𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗇."
𝖬𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝗄𝖺𝗍𝖺 '𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗇' 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆, 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌 𝖯𝖺𝗄 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗍, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝗂 𝖽𝖺𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗒𝖺, "𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗇? 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝗌𝗎𝖽 𝖬𝖺𝗌 𝗄𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗇?"
"𝖩𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌-𝗃𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗂-" -𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆.
𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗂 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗃𝖺𝗐𝖺𝖻, 𝖯𝖺𝗄 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗎 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺, "𝖮𝗆, 𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖺𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗆𝗎𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗄𝖺𝗇?"
𝖯𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗎𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗒𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗉 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗎𝗋.
𝖠𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗎𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗉𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝗄𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖺 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗎𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗄𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗒𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗄𝗎𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇.
𝖲𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗁 𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖺𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇, 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗉𝖺𝗄𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗇𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗄 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗎𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗄𝖾 𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗎 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗄, 𝗍𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗁𝗄𝖺𝗇.
"𝘎𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘪? 𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘫𝘢 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘢," 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝗀𝗎𝗉.
𝖠𝗄𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺, 𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂 𝖯𝖺𝗄 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝗂 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖺𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍.
𝖯𝖺𝗄 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗎𝗄 𝖼𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗍, 𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖺.
𝖪𝖾𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗃𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇, 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗄𝖺 𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗁 𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗇.
𝖪𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗄𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗄, 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗃𝖺. 𝖪𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗁 𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗎-𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗎, 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗆 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗒𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝖺 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝗂 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗁-𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗁 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗇.
𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗄𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗎, 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗉 𝗇𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗌, 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝖯𝖺𝗄 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖽𝗂 𝗎𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀.
𝖲𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗁 𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗁, 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗃𝖺𝗁 𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗉 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝗎𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗉. 𝖧𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗀𝖺 𝖺𝗄𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺, 𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗂 𝖽𝗂 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒𝖺. 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗇, 𝗄𝖾𝖽𝗎𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗃𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝗂 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗎 𝗇𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗇𝗒𝖺.
𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇.
𝖬𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗄 𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂 𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗎𝖺𝗋, 𝗃𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗀.
𝖧𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝖻𝖺-𝗍𝗂𝖻𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗒𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗇𝗒𝖺, 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗎𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗎 𝗄𝗎𝖽𝗎𝗄𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀.
𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗍-𝖼𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗅𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗎𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗇.
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