𝖠𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗆𝗌, 𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍; 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅. 𝖨𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇? 𝖨𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋? 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌, 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽, 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇.
𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝖬𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖾, 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽. 𝖠 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖨 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅. 𝖶𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖶𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖨𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝖠𝗌 𝖧𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗇 𝖧𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, "𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗇." 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌?
𝖪𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖭𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖼, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼. 𝖡𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐, 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇, 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗌. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗒. 𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖨𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅—𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾?
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾. 𝖮𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇: 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅? 𝖯𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗌. 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝖫𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖩𝗋. 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗒: "𝖨 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋." 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝖻𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾-𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌. 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌?
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗋𝖾. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗐𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗎𝖾𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗒: 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌? 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗌?
𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍, 𝖨 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗐𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌, 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗈, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖨 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍: 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅? 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾? 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.
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