
ℑ𝔫 𝔞 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔯𝔪, 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔣𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔞𝔰 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔞𝔫𝔲𝔡𝔬𝔰. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥, 𝔇𝔬𝔫 𝔅𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔬́𝔫, 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔭. ℌ𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔩 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔫𝔬𝔴, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪.

𝔒𝔫 𝔞 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔶 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯, 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔰, 𝔇𝔬𝔫̃𝔞 𝔏𝔞𝔫𝔞, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥, 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔰: “𝔅𝔢𝔢𝔢𝔢, 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔢! ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢, 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰, 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱”. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔰, 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔖𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔦́𝔫, 𝔯𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯, 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯, 𝔇𝔲𝔩𝔠𝔢.
“𝔓𝔞𝔭𝔞, 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔲𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶,” 𝔞𝔰𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔲𝔩𝔠𝔢, 𝔰𝔫𝔲𝔤𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔲𝔭 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔇𝔬𝔫 𝔅𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔬́𝔫, 𝔩𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔯, 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔇𝔬𝔫̃𝔞 𝔏𝔞𝔫𝔞.
“𝔒𝔣 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢, 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢,” 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔬𝔫 𝔅𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔬́𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢. “𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢, 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴 𝔣𝔞𝔯 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶, 𝔞 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔭 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔶. 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔴𝔬𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔭 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔯𝔪𝔲𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔟𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯, 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯.”
“𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱?,” 𝔞𝔰𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔬, 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔶.
“𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶,” 𝔇𝔬𝔫 𝔅𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔬́𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡, “𝔞 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔢. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔶 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔬𝔴𝔩 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔯𝔶 𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔣. 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔥𝔲𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯, 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔯, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫. '𝔗𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤,' 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔡, 𝔰𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔪 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪.”
“ℌ𝔬𝔴 𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢!,” 𝔍𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔫 𝔢𝔵𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔡, 𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡, “𝔚𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔬𝔬𝔰𝔥, 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔬𝔬𝔰𝔥!”
“𝔜𝔢𝔰, 𝔰𝔬𝔫,” 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝔇𝔬𝔫̃𝔞 𝔏𝔞𝔫𝔞, 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔖𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔦́𝔫. ”𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔥 𝔦𝔫 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶. 𝔄𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱, 𝔫𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔰, 𝔞𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔶.”
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔡, 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔬𝔫. 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔶, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔞𝔫𝔲𝔡𝔬𝔰 𝔥𝔲𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯, 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶.
ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔯𝔪, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔬𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔶, 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔡, 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤.
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