𝖲𝗈𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈,𝗆𝗂 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗅𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺, 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝖾 𝖼'𝖾̀ 𝖤𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗓𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝗏𝖾𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖺.
𝖣𝗂 𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗂 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗈 𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝗆𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗈 𝖾̀ 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗓𝗓𝗈 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗂 𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗈 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈, 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗏𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗆𝗂 𝗁𝖺 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗆p𝖺𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖺 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺.
𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾̀ 𝖼𝖺𝗓𝗓𝗈 𝗅'𝗁𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈?
𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾̀ 𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗈 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈?
𝖬𝗂 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗈, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗂 𝖺𝗅𝗓𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗎𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗂 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝗂 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈.
𝖲𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺:
-200𝗀 𝖽𝗂 𝖼𝗂𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾
-160𝗀 𝖽𝗂 𝗓𝗎𝖼𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈
-200𝗀 𝖽𝗂 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈
-40𝗀 𝖽𝗂 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺
-4 𝗎𝗈𝗏𝖺
𝖯𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾.
𝖣𝗈𝗉𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖾̀ 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗅𝗂 "𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂" 𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗂̀ 𝗌𝗂 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗋𝖾, 2 𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗈, 𝖽𝗈𝗉𝗈 𝖽𝗂 𝖼𝗁𝖾̀ 𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾̀ 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗂.
𝖰𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝗆𝖾 𝗅'𝗁𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖺 "𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖺̀" 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗅𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺 𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺..𝗏𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾̀, 𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂.
𝖱𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗎 𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝖽o 𝖤𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂 𝗎𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗈.
𝖲𝖻𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗈 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖺 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗓𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖽𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝗈 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗂 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖺̀ 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈?
«𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦?» 𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗓𝗓𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝗂 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗓𝗓𝖺.
«𝘪𝘭 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘩𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘢»
«𝘧𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪 𝘌𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘰.» 𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖺.
𝖤𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂 𝖺𝗅𝗓𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈, 𝗌𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗈.
«𝘷𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦̀?» 𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗈.
«𝘮𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢, 𝘤𝘩𝘢»
«𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘪 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘢» 𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾 𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗎̀ 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾̀, 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗂 𝗁𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗈, 𝗆𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈 𝗇𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖽𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝖾...𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗈̀...
𝖣'𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗇𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾 "𝗨𝗻𝗮 𝗻𝘂𝗼𝘃𝗮 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮", 𝗂𝗅 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖾̀ 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗎𝗍𝗈, 𝖯𝖠𝖭𝖨𝖢𝖮.
𝖫𝖺𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂 𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗂 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾̀ 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗏𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗉𝗋𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗈 𝖺 𝖤𝗆𝗒.
𝖣𝗂 𝗅𝖾𝗂 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝖼'𝖾̀ 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖺, 𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗓𝗓𝗈?
𝖵𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖺, 𝗇𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖺.
𝖫𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝖺 𝖾̀ 𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺, 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗂 𝗏𝗈𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾.
𝖬𝗂 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝗂 𝖾𝗆𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝗇𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖺.
𝖣𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝗎𝗇 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂 𝗉𝗂𝗎̀ 𝖽𝗂 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝖺́.
𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈, 𝗁𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖼𝖺! 𝖭𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅'𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗈, 𝗆𝖺 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗈, 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗏𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗅'𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗈 𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖾.
𝖭𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗈 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗈, 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗈 𝖽𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗂̀! 𝖲𝗈𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖽𝗂, 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂.
𝖱𝗂𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖺, 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖾.
"9+ 𝙣𝙪𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙚" 𝖭𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗎𝗍𝗈.
𝖢𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗓𝗓𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝗈? 𝖠𝗉𝗋𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍? 𝖭𝗈, 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗈.
𝖮 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗂...𝗇𝗈,𝗌𝗂,𝗇𝗈,𝖭𝖮𝖭 𝖫𝖮 𝖲𝖮.
𝖮𝗄 𝖺𝗉𝗋𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗎𝗍𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺.
𝖫'𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗆𝖻𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖼𝖺, 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂.
«𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢» «𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘦» «𝘓𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦» 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖺 𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗆𝖾? 𝖤 𝖲𝖤 𝖥𝖮𝖲𝖲𝖤 𝖤𝖬𝖨𝖫𝖸?
𝖭𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗂 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈.
«𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘪?» 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗈, 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗅'𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖺.
𝙃𝙖 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙤.
«𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢, 𝘵𝘳𝘢 10 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 96𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢»
𝖤́ 𝖠 𝖳𝖱𝖤 𝖨𝖲𝖮𝖫𝖠𝖳𝖨 𝖣𝖠 𝖢𝖠𝖲𝖠 𝖬𝖨𝖠!
𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗏𝗋𝖾𝗂 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝖾?𝖽𝗈𝗏𝗋𝖾𝗂 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾? 𝖬𝗂 𝖼𝗂 𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖺̀ 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝗎̀ 𝖽𝗂 𝗎𝗇'𝗈𝗋𝖺.
«𝘦̀ 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢, 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰?» 𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖽𝗈,𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺.
«𝘵𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘢̀ 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘮𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪» 𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗓𝗓𝗈 𝗌𝗂 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗂 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖾?
𝖭𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂̀ 𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂.
𝖮𝗋𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗂 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗈 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗁𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗄𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗂 𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗎̀ 𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖾.
𝖱𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈 𝗌𝗄𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗈 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗆𝗈 𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖾.
𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈, 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗏𝗈 𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗈 𝗌𝗄𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗂 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝖾 𝗏𝖺 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗈𝗇𝖺.
𝖭𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗈 𝖽𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈 𝖽𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺.
𝖣𝗈𝗉𝗈 20 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝗂 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗈, 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝗅𝗂̀, 𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖽𝗂.
𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗏𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗈 𝖾 𝗅𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈.
𝖫'𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈.
"+9 𝙣𝙪𝙤𝙫𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙞" 𝖽𝗂𝗈.
«𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘢 𝘵𝘦 𝘭'𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘦̀ 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘰» 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗈.
𝗱𝗼𝗽𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗶 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗶 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗮 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗼.
«𝘵𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘰» 𝖮𝗄, 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝖾̀ 𝖾𝗆𝗒.
𝖮𝗅𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅'𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗇'𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗓𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾.
𝖵𝖾𝖽𝗈 𝗎𝗇 𝗎𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖺𝗏𝗏𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖽𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝖽𝗈 𝖾̀ 𝗎𝗇 𝗎𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌𝖺,𝗌𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝖺 avvicinando 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝗂 𝗉𝗂𝗎̀...
𝙋 𝘼 𝙉 𝙄 𝘾 𝙊.
«𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦» 𝗆𝗂 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖺 𝗅'𝗎𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾, 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗏𝖺? 𝖬𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝖼𝗁𝗂 𝗅𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖼𝖾?
«𝘥𝘰𝘷'𝘦̀ 𝘦𝘮𝘺» 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖺.
«𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘮𝘪» 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗂, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈, 𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝗁𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖼𝖺, 𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗎𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖺, 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝗎𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗈.
𝖲𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗎𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗏𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾.
𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗈 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗂 10 𝗈 15 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝗂 𝖽𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖺, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖺 𝗏𝗎𝗈𝗍𝗈.
𝖥𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂, 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖾 𝖽𝗂 𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖾𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂 𝗁𝖺 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖺 𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗈 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗏'𝖾̀ 𝖤𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒.
«𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦.»
𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝖺 𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗂 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗓𝗓𝖺 𝗆𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗅'𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗏𝗏𝖾𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖾̀ 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖼𝖺.
«𝘚𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘮𝘪» 𝗆𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗎𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖺, 𝗂𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺.
𝖤𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗈, 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝖺 𝗎𝗇 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾...𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖺 𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗈𝖼𝖺, 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗏𝖾𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝗎̀ 𝗇𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖺, 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝗌𝖿𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖺 𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂, 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗈.
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