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𝓘𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓾𝓶 𝔃𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓲𝓭𝓸. 𝓟𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓻 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓰𝓪 𝓪̀𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓮̂𝓼 𝓭𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓱𝓪̃, 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓼𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓿𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓪, 𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓶 𝓭𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓿𝓸𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓸 𝓮́ 𝓾𝓶 𝓼𝓸𝓶 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝜾́𝓷𝓾𝓸, 𝓼𝓮𝓶 𝓹𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓶 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓪. 𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪́𝓿𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓶 𝓭𝓮 𝓾𝓶 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓽𝓸.
𝓐𝓰𝓸𝓻𝓪, 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓶 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓪 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓪. 𝓘𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓶 𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓮́𝓶 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶, 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓸 𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓪, 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓪 𝓿𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓪, 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓪 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓿𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓪, 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓾𝓽𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸. 𝓞 𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓼 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓪 𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪, 𝓪𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮, 𝓮́ 𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓮́𝓶 𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓼 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓪 𝓳𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓵𝓪, 𝓸𝓾 𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓼 𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓳𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓼, 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓷𝓪 𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓬̧𝓪, 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮 𝔃𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓲𝓭𝓸 𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓭𝓸𝓻 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓮́, 𝓷𝓸 𝓯𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸, 𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓬̧𝓸 𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓮 (𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓪́ 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓶𝓸.ᐣ) 𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓪 𝓭𝓪 𝓶𝓪̃𝓸.
𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓮́ 𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓶 𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼. 𝓞𝓾, 𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓱𝓸𝓻, 𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼: 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪𝔃𝓮́𝓷𝓼 𝓰𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓼, 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓲𝓪 𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓲𝓽𝓮, 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓶 𝓸 𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓸 𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝔃𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓼. 𝓝𝓪 𝓥𝓲𝓻𝓰𝜾́𝓷𝓲𝓪, 𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓤𝓷𝓲𝓭𝓸𝓼, 𝓱𝓪́ 𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓱𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝔃 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓮𝓫𝓸𝓵 𝓪𝓸 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓲𝓬̧𝓸𝓼 𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓲𝓼. 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻, 𝓷𝓪 𝓖𝓻𝓪̃-𝓑𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓱𝓪, 𝓸𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓲𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓶 "𝓾𝓶 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓸" 𝓪 𝓾𝓶 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪𝔃𝓮́𝓶 𝓭𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓰𝜾́𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶 𝓭𝓮𝔃𝓸𝓲𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓪. 𝓐𝓼 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓶 𝓸𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓶 𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓼 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓱𝓪𝓶 𝓪 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓪, 𝓸 𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓮 𝓸 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓱𝓸.
𝓔 𝓮𝓶 𝓟𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓵.ᐣ 𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓪 𝓸𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓪 𝓮, 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓬̧𝓸, 𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓼. 𝓢𝓪̃𝓸 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓱𝓸̃𝓮𝓼 𝓮𝓶 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓶 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓿𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸. 𝓞 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓪𝓼𝓶𝓸 𝓮́ 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓷𝓼𝜾́𝓿𝓮𝓵, 𝓼𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓸 𝓻𝓾𝜾́𝓭𝓸 𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓪 𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓼 𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓾𝓭𝓪 𝓹𝓸𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸. 𝓔 𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓪 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓸𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝔃𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓪̀ 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓮̂𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓪 𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵, 𝓪𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪𝔃𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓷𝓪 𝓷𝓾𝓿𝓮𝓶, 𝓪𝓸𝓼 𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓼, 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓪𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓽𝓮̂𝓶 𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓾𝓶 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓬̧𝓪̃𝓸𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓸 𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸 𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓸 𝓭𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓶 𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓲𝔃𝓮𝓶 𝓼𝓸́ '𝓸𝓴'. 𝓘𝓷𝓾́𝓽𝓮𝓲𝓼, 𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓶 𝓮𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼. 𝓐𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓶, 𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼.
𝓐𝓼 𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓱𝓮𝓶, 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪𝔃𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓶 𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓶 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼, 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓼 𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓶 𝓹𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓮, 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓿𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝔃𝓮𝓻, 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓶 𝓪 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓮̂𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓪 𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓮, 𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝔃𝓲𝓶𝓸𝓼, 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓼 𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓸 𝓷𝓮𝓰𝓸́𝓬𝓲𝓸. 𝓔𝓼𝓼𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓰𝓸́𝓬𝓲𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓶 𝓭𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓮𝓶 𝓪𝓵𝓰𝓾𝓶 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓸, 𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓪 𝓷𝓾𝓿𝓮𝓶, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓵𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓼, 𝓷𝓪̃𝓸 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪́ 𝓼𝓾𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓪 𝓷𝓸 𝓪𝓻: 𝓪𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓪 𝓶𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼. 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓷𝓪̃𝓸 𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓶, 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓶 𝓭𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸, 𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓱𝓪𝓻. 𝓔, 𝓶𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓼 𝓿𝓮𝔃𝓮𝓼, 𝓭𝓮 𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝔃𝓮𝓶 𝓪 𝓼𝓾𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓸́𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓪. 𝓔́ 𝓭𝓪𝜾́ 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓶 𝓸 𝔃𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓲𝓭𝓸. 𝓗𝓸𝓳𝓮, 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓿𝓮𝔃 𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓶 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪 𝓷𝓪̃𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓳𝓪 𝓸 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓱𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝔃 𝓾𝓶 𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼, 𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮̂𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓸 𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪́𝓿𝓮𝓲𝓼.
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