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𝗋𝗎𝗁𝗂𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗀𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗎𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝗆 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗓𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗂𝗅 𝗏𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂. 𝗄𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗇, 𝗄𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾, 𝗇𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗎̈𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗀. 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺̈𝖽𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗁𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗎̈𝗁𝗅𝗍 𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝗎̈𝖽𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗓𝗈̈𝗌𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗁𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝗓𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝗅𝖺̈𝗌𝗌𝗍.
𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗈̈𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗍 𝗓𝗎 𝗓𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇. 𝗐𝗂𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝖺̈𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗁𝗇 𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗍. 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝖿𝗍 𝗓𝗐𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺̈𝖽𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗓 𝖽𝗎̈𝗇𝗇, 𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺̈𝖽𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗄𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝗎̈𝖼𝗄𝗍.
„𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗇 𝖽𝗎 𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌𝗍, 𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂", 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗍, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗎𝖿 𝗄𝗈𝗇𝗓𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗍, 𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗍 𝗓𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗇.
„𝗎𝗇𝖽...", 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗓𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇, 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗁𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗓 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗁𝗋 𝗄𝗈𝗉𝖿, 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗆 𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗏𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍, 𝗍𝗎𝗇 𝗎̈𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗉𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗌, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅. 𝗂𝗁𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗁𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗓𝗎 𝗈̈𝖿𝖿𝗇𝖾𝗇, 𝖻𝖾𝗎𝗀𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗓𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝖾̈𝗅𝗂 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝗇𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝗅𝖾𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗓𝖾𝗅𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗂𝗁𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗓𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗎̈𝗌𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺̈𝖽𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗌.
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