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Wolvehearted

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Summary:

After being marooned as a thirteen year old in the southern pole , Zuko spends his following teenage years in the southern water tribe where he deveops emotions for the Chief's daughter, Katara. However, he delays to acknowledge his feelings. After returning to the Fire Nation, Zuko learns that home isn't necessary by origin and he finds his way back to the southern water tribe where a lot has changed since he left.

In the midst of a bloody crisis between the chieftain clans of the southern water tribes who have being manipulated by the Northern water tribe , Zuko must prove that he is ready to become a legitimate part of Hakoda's clan while trying to regain his friendship with Katara , who might have a love for him that is even greater than he thinks.

And will he be able to resist the royal, oppulent and luxury filled life handed over as an alternative to him by the Fire-Nation?

Notes:

     All Characters and Settings of  ATLA [ Except the ones I'd be adding of course] belong to Bryke. But you already knew so...

𝗠𝘆 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗔𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 ! , 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗭𝘂𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗯𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆 𝗜'𝗺 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗻 , 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀. 𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 , 𝘀𝗼 , 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘁.

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗲 , 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀.

Hi everyone! I'm new to ao3!

This is my first attempt at fanfiction , ever ! And i choose zutara because it's just too awesome and the possibilities are endless . This story is at the forefront of the possibilities in my head. So , I'd like to know how good ( or..bad ) it is.

 

Well, thats it for now.

Lets get into ₩ØⱠVɆⱧɆ₳Ɽ₮ɆĐ !

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𝖫𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗒-𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗄𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇'𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗇 , 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 , 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖠𝗋𝗇𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 , 𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗌 , 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖣𝖮 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝖬𝖤𝖫𝖳 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖠 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗎𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖫𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 ; 𝖠 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇 . 𝖲𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 , 𝗎𝗇𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖺𝖻𝗄𝗒 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 , 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾  𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆 , 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖼 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌, 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖠𝗀𝗇𝗂 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.

𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆 , 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋. " 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 . 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺... 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 !" 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 , 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈, 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗂𝗋. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 . 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗐𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗎𝗉𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗓𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.

𝖳𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗎𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾  𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗍 . 𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 , 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽'𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖯𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗀𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽.

" 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖣𝗋𝗎𝗄 ! 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅.."

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇...

𝖨𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒, 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇 , 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿!

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍 , 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗂𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍. " 𝖣𝗋𝗎𝗎𝗎𝗎𝗎𝗎𝗄!!!" 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌.
" 𝖧𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖣𝗋𝗎𝗄 ! 𝖧𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇 ! "

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾.

𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍.

𝖣𝗋𝗎𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇 ,𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗒 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆𝗌 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 , 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖣𝗋𝗎𝗄 , 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌  𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽. 𝖥𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇, 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗎𝗉𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒'𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖣𝗋𝗎𝗄.

" 𝖣_ 𝖣𝗋𝗎𝗄 !!! " 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 . " 𝖣𝗋𝗎𝗄 !!!" 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇 , 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 , 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐.
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𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝖺𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 , 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁.  𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗓𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆-𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿  𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖣𝗋𝗎𝗄. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁. 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈'𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖠𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗍 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 , 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 . " 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖠𝗀𝗇𝗂 ." 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 , 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 , 𝖦𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗌 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾.

𝖧𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 , 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖤𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 , 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂-𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗒. 𝖪𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄'𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 , 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝖠𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 , 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗃𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 , 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗎𝗉𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄'𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄.

" 𝗈𝗈𝗈𝖿!. 𝖮𝗎𝖼𝗁 ."

𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗓𝗓𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 , 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗄𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 , 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 . 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖱𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾-𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗋 , 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 , 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽  𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖠𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 , 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁, 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝖼𝖾 , 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾.
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𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗄𝗒 , 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇'𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗎𝗆 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖺 . 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 , 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖻𝗈𝗐𝗌 , 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 . 𝖧𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 , 𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌.  𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝖼𝖾 , 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌...

𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾...𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽.  𝖠 𝗏𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗀 , 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝖶𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾 𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖬𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈. 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗋 , 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅 , 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖦𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄  𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖳𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝗒, 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗑𝗍𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁. 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 , 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅.

𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖼, 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 , 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀
𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗒. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗉𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁. 𝖦𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗑𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄'𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗉,   𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗉. 𝖧𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 , 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 . 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 , 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾  𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 , 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 , 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖳𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝖦𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗋 , 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖭𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 , 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗋, 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾.

𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗀 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇. 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖲𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 , 𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁. 𝖥𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗀 , 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 .

𝖲𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 ,𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇. 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽,𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗉𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾  𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝖦𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖯𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖥𝗂𝗋𝖾-𝖭𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖱𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖧𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 , 𝖪𝗈𝗆𝗈𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨𝗋𝗈𝗁'𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌.

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𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌,  𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝖿𝖺𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽. 𝖧𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗋 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗐 , 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗋, 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒 𝗒𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 . 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 , 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 .
" 𝖲...𝖲𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗄 ? 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 ? ! ". 𝖠 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗍𝗁 , 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 , 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 . 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒.

𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾.

" 𝖧𝖺..𝗄𝗈𝖽𝖺 ." 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

"𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 !" 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 , 𝖧𝖺𝗄𝗈𝖽𝖺, 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉,  𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖧𝖺𝗄𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈'𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗐. " 𝖲𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 ! 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗈... 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺..." 𝖧𝖺𝗄𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 , 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋.

" 𝗧𝘂𝗶 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝗮, 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 ! 𝗚𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘂𝗽 !*" 𝖧𝖺𝗄𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖪𝗎𝗋𝗎𝗄 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾-𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗄. " 𝗡𝗮𝗻𝘂𝗾 ! 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 , 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗕𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗞𝘂𝗿𝘂𝗸. 𝗜𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 !*" 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗇. 𝖧𝖺𝗄𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗄 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈, 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖨𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖧𝖺𝗄𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 , 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗈𝖽𝖺 , 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖿.

𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖧𝖺𝗄𝗈𝖽𝖺'𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 , 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍, 𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗂𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖢𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖠𝗀𝗇𝗂 , 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖳𝗎𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖫𝖺 , 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗈𝖽𝖺'𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗀.  𝖢𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 , 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗆𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖪𝗎𝗋𝗎𝗄 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾  ? 𝖶𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗇 ?

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. 𝖮𝗋, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. 𝖠 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝖿𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖧𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.

𝖲𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇𝖾𝖽 !

𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 . 𝖮𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 , 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍., 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗆, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. "𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗈 " 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 , 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋.
" 𝖨𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄 ?" 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗄.
" 𝖠 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄 ? 𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈 ! 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗁𝖺 ! " 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾.
" 𝖮𝗄𝖺𝗒. 𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗍 " 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 , 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 . 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 ! 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗐𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉, 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾.

𝖡𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 , 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 '𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽' 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 . 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 , 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾.

" 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗐𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 .𝖪𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖺 " 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗀𝗅𝗒 , 𝗍𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗑 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗒𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌.

" 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 ! 𝗒𝗈𝗎... 𝖩𝖾𝗋𝗄𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 ! " 𝖪𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖲𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 , 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 ,𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁.

𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒, 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝖧𝖺𝗄𝗈𝖽𝖺'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖳𝗐𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖪𝗎𝗋𝗎𝗄 , 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖼𝖾 , 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖠 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗒. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 , 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 '𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍' 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾.

" 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾 ".𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖧𝖺𝗄𝗈𝖽𝖺'𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇 , 𝖲𝗈𝗄𝗄𝖺, 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖪𝗎𝗋𝗎𝗄 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. " 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖨'𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍 ! " 𝖲𝗈𝗄𝗄𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 " 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗸𝗼𝗱𝗮 *". 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗀𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖧𝖺𝗄𝗈𝖽𝖺'𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 , 𝖪𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. " 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀...𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 ?*"

" 𝗜𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆 . 𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲-𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 *". 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝗅𝗒. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗌𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨𝗋𝗈𝗁 . 𝖪𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗒𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈'𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖯𝗈𝗅𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖨𝗋𝗈𝗁'𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗀𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗍 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖳𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝗒. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝗉𝗂𝗒𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖨𝗇𝗎𝗄𝗊𝖺𝗊𝗊𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗒. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖪𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍.

𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 . 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 , 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖥𝗂𝗋𝖾-𝖭𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 , 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝖺𝗄𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲𝗈𝗄𝗄𝖺. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 , 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖥𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖭𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖲𝗈𝗄𝗄𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖧𝖺𝗄𝗈𝖽𝖺'𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌.

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾 𝗃𝖺𝗏𝗎 , 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 . 𝖨𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖥𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗒. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖠𝗀𝗇𝗂! 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍.

" 𝖠𝗆 _ 𝗂 𝗍𝗈𝗈_ 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 ? " 𝖹𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖧𝖺𝗄𝗈𝖽𝖺'𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖪𝗎𝗋𝗎𝗄, 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗀.

" 𝖭𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗇. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 ."

𝖧𝖺𝗄𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌.