𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝗈: 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀.
“𝗐𝖾..𝗎𝗁..𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗁..𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗁..𝗒𝖾𝗌!” 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌.
“𝗂’𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽!” 𝗃𝗈𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇𝗂𝗍 𝖩𝗈𝖾! “𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾..𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗅 𝗃𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝖿..𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾?..𝖺-𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝖿..𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.”
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗃𝗈𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾? 𝖻𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐.
“𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾?” 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽.
“𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒..”
𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗒, 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 4 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅..𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽.
“𝗁𝗂 𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒! 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎!” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇.
“𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈..𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍..𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍..” 𝗀𝗈𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿. 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾.
𝖼𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌.
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀.
𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋!..𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇. 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇..
“𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖺, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗐𝗈𝗐! 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁!” 𝗄𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾.
“𝗁𝗂 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗅! 𝗁𝗂 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗒!”
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗒𝗅𝗎𝗆. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄— 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗒𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖼.
“𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗂’𝗆 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾.”
“𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎!! 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍…𝗂’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍! 𝖻𝗒𝖾 𝖻𝗒𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗅!” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆.
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌..
“𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖺, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗍’𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍?” 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅 (𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁).
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁, 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼. 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆?
“𝗂..𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍..𝗂’𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒..” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋.
“𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍?! 𝗒𝗈𝗎-“
“𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋…𝗒𝗈𝗎- 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 365 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗉. 𝗂’𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒..” 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗎𝖻𝗎. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾..
”𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾..𝗂 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽..𝗂-..”
𝗃𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝗄𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽.
“𝗁𝖾𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖺..𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒.” 𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗒.
𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗎𝖽𝖾. 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐.
“𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗐?” 𝗃𝗈𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.
“𝗎𝗆𝗆..𝗐𝗁𝖾-𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌, 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗇 12 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌..𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 2026..”
“𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒, 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾’𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍?” 𝗄𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌.
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄 — 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽.
“𝗂’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝗈..𝖺𝗇𝖽..𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗌..𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌..” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗒.
“𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄?! 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌, 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌?!” 𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽. “𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝖾!”
“𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝖽. 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽.” 𝗄𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗍. “𝗅𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀.”
“𝗂-𝖻𝗎𝗍-..𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁.” 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇. 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋.. “𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇” 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 30 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾.
“𝗅𝖾𝗍’𝗌..𝗅𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗒𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄? 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾.”
“𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗅𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗒𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾.” 𝗃𝗈𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅.
𝗁𝗒𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾, 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇, 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗐𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐.
“𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄!”
“𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗐!”
𝗐𝗈𝗐, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 100% 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅.
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗂𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽!
“𝗈𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾..𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗒..” 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌.
“𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝖾.” 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌.
𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌.
“𝗌𝗈, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒?” 𝗄𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾.
“𝖺𝗅𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅!” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽. “𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼.”
𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋? 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾..3 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽!
𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾, 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺.
”𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌? 𝖺𝗇𝖽 80,000 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺! 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗒.” 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌. “𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗂 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐!”
𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 "𝖺𝗁, 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂", 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗎𝗅𝖺.
“…𝖺𝗁! 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂 𝗌ì 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈, 𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗈𝗋𝖾..”
𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽, 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇 (𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼) 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌.
“…𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂 𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝖽'𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾,” “…𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗅 𝖽𝗎𝗋ò..”
𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌.
“𝖺𝗁, 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇! 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿?” 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌, 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖺.
𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌.
“𝗂’𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇..𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀! 𝗂 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌! 𝗆𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗉𝗁, 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽..𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗅 𝗃𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗌!”
𝗈𝗁 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇 𝗓 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺, 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾, 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖾..) 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗄. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗍. 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾.
“𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖾? 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗇𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍.” 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽..𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗅𝖽. 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁?
“𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅? 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗌?” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋,..𝖻𝗎𝗍..𝖻𝗎𝗍..
“𝗒𝖾𝗌! 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾!” 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉. “𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌!”
𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌? 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌- 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍. 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼. 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌.
𝗄𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾..𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌? 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿𝖿, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌.. 𝗐𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾? 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗋𝖺?
“𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾!” 𝗃𝗈𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋-𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽.
“..𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾..𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍?” 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽.
“𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀! 𝗍𝗁𝖾-..” 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌. "𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 '𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾.' 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌..”
𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽?
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽.
𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗋, 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗋𝖺.
𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇.
“𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒?”
