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𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗆 𝗀𝖾𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗓𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗓𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗍.
„𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗇. 𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝗅𝗎̈𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺̈𝖽𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝖺̈𝗎𝗆𝖾." 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗌 𝗄𝗎𝗋𝗓 𝗅𝖺̈𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗇.
„𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇. 𝖺𝗒𝗅𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖾. 𝖺𝗒𝗅𝖺 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗓𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗇. 𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗄𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗓𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗋, 𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗓𝗎 𝗂𝗁𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗈̈𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖾. 𝗓𝖾𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗇𝖾𝗇, 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗎̈𝖻𝖾𝗋, 𝖽𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺̈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇."
𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗓 𝗄𝗅𝗈𝗉𝖿𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽, 𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗒 𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗍. 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗎𝖿 𝗅𝖺̈𝗎𝖿𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗁𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗎𝗌?
„𝗃𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗀𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗇, 𝖽𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺̈𝗋𝖻𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇. 𝗐𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗓𝗐𝖾𝗂 𝗎̈𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗅𝗎̈𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺̈𝖽𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝖺̈𝖼𝗁𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗎̈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇."
𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝗓𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗁𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺̈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗌𝗌, 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗍. 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗎𝗀𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗓𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋.
„𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝖺̈𝖼𝗁𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗋𝖾𝗎𝗓𝗎𝗇𝗀. 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋. 𝖿𝗎̈𝗇𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇. 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗇 𝗓𝖾𝗁𝗇. 𝗇𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖽𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗓𝖾 𝟥𝟢 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾, 𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌, 𝗈𝗁𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗒𝗅𝖺. 𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗓𝗍𝖾, 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖺𝗆 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗓𝖾 𝟣𝟧 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗓𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝖺̈𝗍. 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗅, 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗇 𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗇𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇, 𝗐𝗈 𝖺𝗒𝗅𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋."
𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗌 𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗅𝗎𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇, 𝗎𝗆 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗓𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗇. 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺̈𝖽𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗎̈𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗀𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗇 𝖺𝗎𝖿 𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗐𝖾𝗀 𝖺𝖻.
„𝗂𝖼𝗁... 𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗓𝗍. 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗁 𝗄𝗈𝗇𝗓𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍. 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗇 𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖾, 𝗐𝗈 𝖺𝗒𝗅𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋. 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗎𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗁𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗋, 𝗐𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗓 𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗎𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺+𝗃 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇. 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾, 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗒𝗅𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖻𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗋. 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖻𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗍𝖾", 𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝗄𝗎𝗋𝗓 𝖺𝗎𝖿.
„𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗎𝗍𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗄𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗇 𝗏𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗎 𝗄𝗈̈𝗇𝗂𝗀, 𝗆𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗀𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇. 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗄𝗎𝗋𝗓 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗌. 𝗇𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗎̈𝗇𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇. 𝗂𝗁𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝗀𝗅𝖺̈𝗇𝗓𝗍𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺̈𝗇𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗁𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗓 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗍. 𝗓𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗍, 𝖺𝗒𝗅𝖺 𝗐𝖺̈𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝗍𝗓𝗍 𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅, 𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈̈𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅, 𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗎̈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗀𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗎𝖿 𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗍."
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