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𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗆 𝗄𝗈𝗉𝖿 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂.

„𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗃𝖾𝗍𝗓𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍. 𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝖻 𝖽𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗄𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗆 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗓 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗇", 𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗀𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗇 𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗓𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗇.

„𝖽𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗅", 𝗄𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺. 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗂𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗓𝗎𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗓𝗈𝗇𝗍, 𝗐𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗁𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗓𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝗎̈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗂𝗅𝗍. 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗄𝗎𝗋𝗓 𝗓𝗎 𝗎̈𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾𝗇.

„𝗍𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗂𝖽, 𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗍𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗇. 𝖻𝖾𝗂 𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝖻𝗍'𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇. 𝗌𝗈 𝗄𝗈̈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗂𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝖿𝗇𝖾𝗁𝗆𝖾𝗇, 𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗓𝗎 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗌𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗍."

𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇 𝗏𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗇 𝖿𝗎̈𝗋 𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗇.

𝖻𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗁𝖺𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝗄𝖺𝗇𝗇, 𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗇 𝗎𝗆𝗀𝖾𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗁𝗍.

„𝗁𝖾𝗒. 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾."

𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗎𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝗉𝗅𝗈̈𝗍𝗓𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗉𝗁𝖺̈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗓 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗀𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗎𝖿𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗎̈𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗄𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗍.

„𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗎... 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗎 𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗇?", 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂 𝗂𝗁𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗁𝗋. 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗁𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝗓𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇, 𝗅𝖺̈𝗌𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗇.

𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗓𝗎 𝗂𝗁𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝗈̈𝗍𝗓𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗁𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗓 𝗇𝖺𝗁.

„𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖺̈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝖻𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝖿𝗍", 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗓𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗎𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇, „𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗀 𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝗇."

𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗓𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈̈𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗇 𝗂𝗁𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗋.

„𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗀𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝖺̈𝖼𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎̈𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗂𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖺̈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝖻𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝖿𝗍."

𝖾𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂 𝗂𝗁𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎̈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇. 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗄𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗓 𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗀𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗎̈𝗉𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗍.

„𝗎𝗆 𝟣𝟤:𝟢𝟢 𝗎𝗁𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗓𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇?"

𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗍.

„𝖺𝖻𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗍"

𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝗓𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝖻 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗅𝖺̈𝗇𝗓𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗎̈𝖿𝗍𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗐𝗎𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎̈𝖽𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗓𝗈̈𝗌𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖻𝖺̈𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗐𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗌𝗍.