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𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗓𝗎𝗀𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗍. 𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗁𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗈̈𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗓𝗂𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗍. 𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖻𝖺̈𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗏𝗈𝗋𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗀𝖾𝗁𝗍, 𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗌 𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝖾 𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝖿𝗅𝗎̈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇. 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺̈𝖽𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍, 𝖻𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖾, 𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖾, 𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗓𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗍.
𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗍 𝗅𝖺̈𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖺, 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖺̈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝗎̈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇. 𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗓𝖾 𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗁𝗍, 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗍 𝗂𝗁𝗋 𝗄𝗎𝗋𝗓 𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗆. 𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗀𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗄𝗈̈𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝗎̈𝗋𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗓𝗎𝗀𝖾𝗁𝗈̈𝗋𝖾𝗇. 𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗓 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗄𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗁𝗅, 𝖽𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗎𝖿𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗓𝖺𝗎𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗁𝗇𝖾. 𝗐𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗂, 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗓𝗄𝗅𝗈𝗉𝖿𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗋𝗄𝗅𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗍.
𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗇 „𝗁𝖾𝗒. 𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝖺?" 𝖿𝗈̈𝗋𝗆𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖻𝗌𝗍. 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗈𝗉𝖿 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖿. 𝗓𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗍. 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗇 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗁𝗋 𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗎𝖿𝗓𝗎𝗀𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗇.
„𝗈𝗁, 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗎̈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗐𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗍. 𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍, 𝖽𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗍."
𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝖻.
„𝗐𝖺𝗌...? 𝗐𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝗁?"
„𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗎 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍?"
𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗎𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗎𝗀𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝗈̈𝗍𝗓𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂 𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂. 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺̈𝗇𝗓𝖾𝗇 𝗏𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝗎̈𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗀. 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗁𝖺𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗎̈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗈𝗉𝖿.
„𝖽𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈̈𝗇, 𝗐𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗁𝗄𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗁𝖺𝖻 𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗎𝖿𝗍."
𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖺̈𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗁𝗍 𝗎̈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗓𝖾𝗇. 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗍, 𝗂𝗁𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺̈𝗇𝖾𝗇 𝗓𝗎𝗋𝗎̈𝖼𝗄𝗓𝗎𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗇, 𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.
„𝗁𝖾𝗒. 𝗐𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗇? 𝗁𝖺𝖻 𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗍?" 𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂 𝗓𝗈̈𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗄𝗎𝗋𝗓, 𝗀𝖾𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗇 𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍 𝖺𝗎𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗓𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗆. 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗁𝗅𝗂𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗄𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗇 𝗓𝗐𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗁𝗇𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗎𝗌.
„𝖽𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗀 𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗍, 𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂. 𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝗋𝗓𝖺̈𝗁𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍𝖾, 𝗐𝖺̈𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗋 𝗓𝗎𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒?"
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