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𝖤𝗋𝖺 𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗈 𝖽𝗂 𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖺, 𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌'𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈, 𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗈, 𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝗅𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖺̀ 𝖾 𝗅'𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝗂 𝗉𝗂𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗍𝖺. 𝖨𝗅 𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝖾 𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗂 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗅'𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗌𝗂, 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝖺𝖽𝗋𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗓𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈.
𝖫'𝖺𝗌𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗈, 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗓𝗓𝖾 𝖽'𝖺𝖼𝗊𝗎𝖺 𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗈.

𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝖤𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾, 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝗂 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗂 𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗉𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗍𝖺̀. 𝖭𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗅 𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖺 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗈 𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂, 𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝗏𝖾𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗈𝗇𝗈̀, 𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝗇𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗂𝗅 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗓𝗓𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗌𝗂, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗇 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗈, 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈̀ 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗓𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗅'𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈, 𝖾 𝗌𝗂 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈̀ 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗂 𝖽𝗂 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗈𝗅𝖺.

𝖫'𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂 𝖺𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗈𝗅𝖺, 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗅'𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗌𝗈, 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗈̀ 𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗈

𝖫𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗈𝗅𝖺, 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗋𝖺, «𝖦𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗈 𝖦𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖣𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝖱𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗂».
𝖱𝗂𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗂̀ 𝖽𝗂 𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺 𝗂 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗂 𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗈̀, 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝗂 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗂. 𝖤𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝗈' 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗈: 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗈 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗈, 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗅𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗓𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂 𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗓𝗂𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝗎𝗈𝗏𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗀𝗇𝗂 𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗓𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗈𝗏𝖾.
𝖨𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝗌𝗂 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈̀ 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈 𝗅'𝖺𝗎𝗅𝖺, 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗅'𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗓𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗈 𝖾 𝗂𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖺, 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗈̀ 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗅'𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾.