ℐ𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝒶𝒹𝑒, 𝓈𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒! 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝒾𝓁 𝓂𝒾𝑜 𝓋𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒶̀, 𝑔𝒾𝓊𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒸𝓊𝓃𝑜 𝒶𝒹 𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒶𝓈𝒸𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒 𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓏𝓏𝑒 𝑒 𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓏𝓏𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓁 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒶. 𝒱𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓋𝑜𝓁𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒶 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶 𝒾𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝒶, 𝒹𝒾 𝓊𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒾𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓇𝒶 𝓁' 𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶 𝑒 𝓁𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜! 𝒫𝑜𝒾 𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓋𝓋𝒾𝓈𝑜 𝓇𝒾𝒻𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝓂𝒾 𝓈𝒸𝓊𝑜𝓉𝑒: "𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝓋𝒾𝓋𝑜?"
ℳ𝒾 𝓇𝒾𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓊𝑜 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓅𝓇𝒶𝓋𝓋𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒!

𝒱𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑒𝒾 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒾 𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝑒, 𝓂𝒶 𝒽𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓊𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝓊̀ 𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝒾 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓁 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒾𝑜.
ℳ𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝓂𝓂𝒾 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝒾𝑜̀ 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝑜 𝓊𝓃' 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓅𝓊𝑜̀ 𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓇𝑒.
ℳ𝒶 𝒹𝑜𝓅𝑜 𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒾 ....𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝒾 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒾 𝓅𝒾𝓊̀.

𝒜𝓁𝒸𝓊𝓃𝒾 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓁 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝒶 𝓇𝒶𝑔𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓁𝑒. 𝒫𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑜 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝑒𝒸𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶 𝒶𝒸𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑜 𝓈𝒾 𝑒̀ 𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝓁' 𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶. ℛ𝒾𝒸𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓈𝒸𝑜 𝓊𝓃 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑔𝒾𝑜 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒾𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒾 𝓁𝓊𝑜𝑔𝒽𝒾, 𝒶𝑔𝓁𝒾  𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒾, 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓏𝑒, 𝓂𝒶 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑔𝒾𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓅𝑜 𝓊𝓃 𝑒𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓃𝓊𝑜𝓋𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶̀.  𝒱𝑜𝓁𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝒾𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓁 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒹𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓁 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒶̀ 𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝑔𝓁𝒾𝑜.

𝒱𝒾𝓋𝑜 𝓊𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓊𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒾. ℒ𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒 𝒹𝒶 𝒸𝓊𝒾 𝒽𝒶𝒾 𝒹𝑜𝓋𝓊𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒾 𝒹𝒶 𝓂𝑒!
ℰ 𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓉𝒶̀ 𝒶 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓊𝓃 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑜, 𝓈𝑜𝓈𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓇𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒾 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝓊𝑜𝓋𝒾 𝓅𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒾.
𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝓊𝑜𝓋𝒾 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓈𝒾 𝒹𝑒𝓁 𝒸𝓊𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑒 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝒾 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓏𝓏𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁' 𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶.
𝒫𝑒𝓇 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑜 𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒾 𝒹𝒾 𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝑔𝓁𝒾 𝑜𝒸𝒸𝒽𝒾 𝓂𝒶 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓊𝑒re  𝓈𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝒸𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓁𝒾.
𝒞𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝓃𝑜𝒾 𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝑒̀ 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶 𝓃𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝒸𝒾𝑜̀ 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝑒̀ 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒾 𝑒𝓈𝒶𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓇𝒶̀ 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒, 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒́ 𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒾 𝒻𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒 𝑒 𝓈𝒾 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒.
ℰ̀ 𝓊𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒, 𝓂𝓊𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜, 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒶 𝓈𝓊𝓁 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒾𝑜 𝒶𝓈𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒶 𝒞𝒶𝑔𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓇𝒾. 𝒮𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝒾 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑜 𝒶 𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒾𝑜̀ 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝒷𝒾𝒶𝓂𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑜. 𝒰𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑜 𝒸𝒾 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓇𝓇𝒶̀ 𝒶 𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑒?

 ℐ𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝒸𝓊𝓃𝒾 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾 𝑒𝓈𝑒𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒾 𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝓂𝑒. ℐ𝑜 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑜 𝒹𝒶 𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓇𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑜.
ℐ𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝒹𝑜 𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓏𝓏𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾 𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓈𝒾 𝒹𝒾 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒶̀ 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓁 𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓁 𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓈𝓂𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒶, 𝒹𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓋𝑜𝒾 𝓋𝑒𝒹𝑒𝓉𝑒 𝒾 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝓃𝑒𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝒶𝓇𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑜 𝑒 𝒾 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉𝒾 𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓁' 𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝓅𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶.

𝒮𝑒 𝓁𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒾 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒸𝒶 𝓈𝓊𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒻𝑜𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓇𝓁𝒶.

ℒ𝒶 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓉𝒶̀ 𝓁𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑜, 𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓃𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝑔𝓃𝒾 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜 𝑒̀ 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒶̀ 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒶. 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑜𝓁𝓉𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝒸𝒾𝑜 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓊𝓈𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓇𝓂𝒾 𝓈𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑜.

ℒ' 𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒶 𝑒 𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝒶𝒸𝒾𝓉𝒶̀ 𝒹𝒾 𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓁 𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓃𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒾 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝒾𝓁 𝓂𝒾𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝒶𝓇𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑜. ℰ' 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝓁' 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑜 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑒𝑔𝑔𝒾𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒 𝒶𝓋𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓋𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒹𝓊𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝒾𝓃 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒶̀ 𝓉𝓇𝒶 𝒾 𝓂𝒾𝑒𝒾 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒾 𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓏𝑒, 𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝓊𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒾 𝓅𝒾𝓊̀ 𝒶𝒹𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒. ℰ' 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝒻𝑒𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓏𝓏𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓅𝓇𝒶𝓋𝓋𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶. ℰ' 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒̀ 𝒹𝒶 𝓆𝓊𝒾 𝓃𝒶𝓈𝒸𝑒 𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓏𝓏𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒶̀ 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾 𝑒 𝓁𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓊𝓇𝒶 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓁 𝓋𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓆𝓊𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒶̀.

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ℰ' 𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒾 𝓂𝒾𝑒𝒾 𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓇𝒾 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑜 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝑒 𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓁𝒾 𝓃𝑒𝓁 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓁 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑜.
𝒜𝓁𝓁𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑜 𝓁𝒾 𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑜𝓁𝑔𝑜 𝑒𝒸𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓉𝓊𝒶 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝓈𝒶 𝓈𝒾 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝒶 𝒹𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶:" ℋ𝑜 𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓁' 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓊𝓃 𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓊𝓃𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝒹’𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓂𝑜 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓉𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒, 𝑜𝑔𝑔𝒾, 𝓈𝒾 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒻𝒾𝓁𝒶 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝓈𝒶".
ℒ’𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓉𝓊𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉𝒶 𝓈𝒾 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶̀ 𝒹𝑒𝒾 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾, 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓃𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓋𝒶𝓇𝒾 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒾 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒶 𝓁𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒶 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒶.
𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒶 𝒶𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝒾 𝓂𝒾𝑒𝒾 𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓇𝒾 𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒̀ 𝓈𝒾 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒷𝑜𝒸𝒸𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒾 𝓂𝓊𝓉𝒾 𝓂𝒶 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒾 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒.

ℐ𝓃 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾 𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒾 𝒽𝑜 𝒸𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓁 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜, 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝓊𝓃 𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜 𝓈𝓊𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓏𝓏𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝒾 𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾 𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒾 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉𝒾  𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝓁' 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁𝑒. 𝒮𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝒾 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑜 𝒽𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝒾 𝓁𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓋𝒶. 𝒞𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝓇𝒾𝓇𝑜̀ 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒸𝑒𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝒾 𝓈𝑜𝑔𝓃𝒾 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝒾 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓈𝒾 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒶̀ 𝒹𝒾 𝓊𝓃' 𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝒾 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝒸𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒. 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒́ 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑒̀ 𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒾𝑜̀ 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝒾 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝑒. ℰ 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓇𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝒾 𝓈𝒶 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑜.

𝒜 𝓋𝑜𝓁𝓉𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓁 𝓆𝓊𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝒶𝓋𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓉𝒶̀ 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝒸𝓊𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒾. 𝒰𝓃𝒶 𝑒̀ 𝓁𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓃 𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒾𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓁’𝒾𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓁𝓉𝑒𝓏𝓏𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓉𝒶̀ 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑒𝒶. 𝒰𝓃' 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓇𝒶 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝒶𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝓇𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒾 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑜𝒻𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑒 (𝓁𝒾𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶̀, 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉𝒾, 𝒶𝓊𝓉𝑜𝒹𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒) 𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝒸𝒾𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶 𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝓂𝒶 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝑒𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾 𝑒 𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒶𝑔𝒾𝑜 𝓂𝒾 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝑒𝒹𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝒾 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝒸𝒾𝑜 𝒾𝓃 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜, 𝓂𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓅𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒 𝑒̀ 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓁𝑒, 𝒾 𝑔𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾, 𝑔𝓁𝒾 𝓈𝑔𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹𝒾 𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝒾 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒾.