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      𝒟𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑜                                            𝒟𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒶 6 𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓈𝓉𝑜 2023

                              𝒞𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒸𝒶 𝓈𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓇𝓁𝑒

 

 

𝒩𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓏𝒶 4 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑜 𝒶 2,50 𝓂𝑒𝓉𝓇𝒾 𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓇𝑒 13 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝓁𝒾𝒶 𝓉𝓇𝒶 ℬ𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒻𝒶𝒸𝒾𝑜 𝑒 𝒾𝓁 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑜 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒾 𝑒̀ 𝒶𝒷𝒷𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓉𝑜𝓈𝑜. 𝒟𝑒𝓋𝑜 𝓇𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒾 𝓂𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒶 𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝓊𝒶.

 

 

𝒟𝑒𝓋𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝒶 𝓇𝑜𝓉𝓉𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜 𝒫𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒶 ℱ𝒶𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒮𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝑔𝓃𝒶, 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒̀ 𝓊𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝒾 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓈𝒾 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓏𝓏𝒶 𝓋𝒾𝒶 𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒶
𝒟𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑜 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾 𝒹𝒾 𝓋𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝓊̀ 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓊𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒: 𝓁𝒶 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒶 𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒶 𝒹𝒾 ℱ𝒶𝓏𝓏𝒾𝑜, 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑔𝒾𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓂𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓈𝒸𝒶𝑔𝑔𝒾𝑜 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈𝑜 𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑜, 𝓂𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓋𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶.

 

 

𝒜𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝓅𝑜𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝓁𝒾𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓂𝒷𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒾 𝒾𝓃 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒶 𝓅𝒾𝓊̀ 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑜𝑔𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒, 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝒶𝑔𝓃𝒶𝓃𝑜, 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓁𝒾  𝒹𝒾 𝓇𝑜𝒸𝒸𝒾𝒶 𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓈𝒾 𝒹𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒 𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾, 𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒾𝑜𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓂𝑒.

 

 

 

ℒ𝒶 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓂' 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒶 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝑒̀ 𝒹𝒾 𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓉𝑜 ℛ𝑜𝒸𝒸𝒶𝓅𝒾𝓃𝒶: 𝓊𝓃 𝓁𝓊𝑜𝑔𝑜 𝒹𝒶𝓋𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝓈𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝒹𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒻𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒸𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒶 𝓂𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑒𝒶, 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒶 𝓊𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒.

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𝒟𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑜                                                   M𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑒𝒹ì  2 𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓈𝓉𝑜 2023

                                      𝓒𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓬𝓪 𝓼𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓮.

 

𝒩𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑔𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓁 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒸𝑜 𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 ℬ𝑜𝒸𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾 ℬ𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒻𝒶𝒸𝒾𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝓁𝑒 𝒾𝓈𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓇𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒  𝒹𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓏𝓏𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒾 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝒾𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒶 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒶 𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁' 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶. ℰ' 𝒹𝒶𝓋𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝓊𝓃 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝓁𝒶.
ℐ𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑒̀ 𝓊𝓃𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝒾 𝓅𝒾𝓊̀ 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾 𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑜: 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝒶 𝓃𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝒶 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝒾𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝒾 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒾𝒷𝒾 𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶 ℳ𝒶𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓋𝑒.

 

 

𝒟𝒶 ℐ𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒶 𝒫𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒽𝑜 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓁 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓈𝒾𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾 ℬ𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒻𝒶𝒸𝒾𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓂𝒷𝑜𝒸𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓁’𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑜 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝓊𝒾 𝓈𝒾 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓋𝒶 𝒾𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒶, 𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝒾 𝓅𝒾𝓊̀ 𝓈𝓊𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒾 𝒹𝑒𝓁 ℳ𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑒𝑜.

 

 

ℬ𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒻𝒶𝒸𝒾𝑜 𝑒̀ 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓉𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓂𝒶: 𝓊𝓃 𝓁𝓊𝑜𝑔𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝓊𝓃' 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓁𝓊𝓉𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝒸𝒶, 𝑜𝓁𝓉𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶 𝓂𝑜𝓏𝓏𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓊𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑒, 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒸 𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒾 𝓃𝑒𝑔𝑜𝓏𝒾, 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑜.

 

 

ℋ𝑜 𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝑔𝑔𝒾𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝓊𝓃𝑔𝑜 𝓁𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝓊𝓏𝓏𝑒,  𝓈𝑒𝒹𝓊𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓃 𝓊𝓃𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝒾 𝒷𝒶𝓇 𝒹𝑒𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒶, 𝒶𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓇𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝒸𝓊𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝓊̀ 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓁 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑜.

 

 

𝒩𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝑜 𝓋𝑜𝑔𝓁𝒾𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾 𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒶, 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝒾̀ 𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓊𝓂𝑜 𝒶𝓁 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒 " ℒ𝒶 𝒸𝒶𝒷𝒶𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝓊 𝒫𝑒𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓊𝓇" 𝓃𝑒𝓁 𝓁𝓊𝓃𝑔𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓉𝒶̀ 𝓋𝑒𝒸𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒶.
 

 

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𝒟𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑜                   𝒮𝒶𝒷𝒶𝓉𝑜 29 𝓁𝓊𝑔𝓁𝒾𝑜 2023

 

 

 

𝒟𝑜𝓅𝑜 𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝑔𝓃𝒾𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑜𝓁𝒶, 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝓁𝒾 𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝑔𝑔𝒾 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 05.30 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒮𝒶𝓃𝓉' 𝒜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒶 𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝒹. ℒ𝑜 𝓈𝒸𝒾𝓇𝑜𝒸𝒸𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑒𝑔𝑔𝒾𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝒸𝒾𝓇𝒸𝒶 5/6 𝓃𝑜𝒹𝒾.

 

 

𝒞𝑜𝓈𝓉𝑒𝑔𝑔𝒾𝑜 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓁𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑜 𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓁𝑒, 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝒾 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒾 𝒹𝒶𝓁𝓁'𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓋𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒 𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓁 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜.

 

 

𝒫𝑜𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝓁𝒾𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝓃𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑒 𝓂𝒾 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓋𝒶 𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒾 𝒶𝓁𝓁' 𝒾𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒶 𝒹𝒾 ℒ𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓏𝓏𝒾, 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶 𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓁𝑒. ℰ̀ 𝓊𝓃 𝓁𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒶𝓇𝑜, 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒾𝑒.

 

 

𝒫𝑜𝒸𝑜 𝒶 𝓈𝓊𝒹 𝒹𝒾 ℒ𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓏𝓏𝒾 𝑒𝒸𝒸𝑜 𝓁' ℐ𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝒞𝒶𝓋𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜, 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓈𝑜 𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝒶𝑔𝑔𝒾𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒸𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝒸𝒸𝑒.

 

 

 

𝒫𝑜𝒸𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁' 𝒾𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒶 𝒫𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒸𝒾𝓇𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓉𝒶 𝒹𝒶 𝓊𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝒸𝑜 𝒾 𝒸𝓊𝒾 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒾 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒷𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒶̀ 𝒹𝒾 𝒷𝓁𝓊, 𝒹𝒶𝓁 𝒷𝓁𝓊 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑜 𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒, 𝒶𝓁𝓁'𝒶𝒸𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝒾 𝒶𝓁 𝒷𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝒸𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒.

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𝒟𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑜                        𝒮𝒶𝒷𝒶𝓉𝑜 22 𝓁𝓊𝑔𝓁𝒾𝑜 2023

𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒𝑔𝓊𝑜  𝓁𝒶 𝓃𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑒 𝓁' 𝑜𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒶̀  𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁' 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒶.

 

 

ℐ 𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒾 𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝓇𝒶𝓇𝒾 𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒾𝒶𝓉𝒾 𝓉𝓇𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓇𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝓁𝒾𝑜. 𝒞𝑜𝓈𝓉𝑒𝑔𝑔𝒾𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝓉𝒶 𝒾𝓃 𝓊𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑔𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓈𝑜. 𝒫𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓂𝒷𝒶𝑔𝑔𝒾𝒶 𝓂𝒾 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝒶𝑔𝑔𝒾𝑒.

 

𝒜𝓁 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝓁' 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝒶 𝒮𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶 G𝒾𝓊𝓁𝒾𝒶 𝒹𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑜 𝓁𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒.

 

 

𝒮𝓊𝒷𝒾𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜𝓅𝑜 𝓁' 𝒶𝓁𝒷𝒶  𝓉𝑜𝓁𝑔𝑜 𝓁' 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓏𝑜 𝓁𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝒶 𝓊𝓃 𝓁𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝒾𝓊𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 ℛ𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝓁𝒶 𝓈𝓊𝒶 𝓁𝓊𝓃𝑔𝒶 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝒶𝑔𝑔𝒾𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒶 𝒹𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓅𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓊𝓃 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑜 𝒹𝒾  𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒸𝒽𝑒 (𝑔𝓁𝒾 𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾 𝓇𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝑒̀ 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓈𝒾 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓊𝑒𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑒, 𝓈𝑜𝓅𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓊𝒷𝒾𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜𝓅𝑜 𝓁' 𝒶𝓁𝒷𝒶).

 

 

𝒟𝒾𝓇𝒾𝑔𝑜 𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑜𝓃𝑒  𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝓊𝒹 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝒾𝓊𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝒮𝒶𝓃𝓉' 𝒜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒶. ℐ 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒾 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒾 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒶 𝓈𝒾 𝓈𝑜𝓋𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝒶 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓊𝒾 𝒹𝑒𝓁 𝑔𝒾𝑜𝓇𝓃𝑜.

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        𝒟𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑜                                                     ℳ𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒾̀ 18 𝓁𝓊𝑔𝓁𝒾𝑜 2023   

 


𝒩𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓃𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒮𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶 𝒢𝒾𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒶, 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝒶 𝒫𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒸𝒸𝒽𝒾𝑜, 𝓈𝑔𝓊𝒶𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝒾 𝒻𝑒𝓃𝒾𝒸𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒾. 𝒮𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜 𝑔𝓁𝒾 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓇𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓃𝑜 𝒹𝒾 ℳ𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓊𝓈 𝒶 𝒞𝒶𝑔𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓇𝒾?    

 

 


𝒟𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒶 16 𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓇𝑜 𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁' 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓉𝓇𝑜 𝒾𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓁𝒾𝑜 𝒹𝒾 ℛ𝒶𝓅𝒽𝒶𝑒̈𝓁 𝓅𝑒𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓁 𝓁𝓊𝑜𝑔𝑜, 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝒾𝑔𝑜 𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜 𝒫𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑜𝓃𝓊𝑜𝓋𝑜,      

 

 


𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓁𝒾𝑜 𝑔𝒾𝓊𝓈𝓉𝑜 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑜 𝓈𝒾 𝑒̀ 𝒶𝓁𝓏𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝒶𝑔𝑔𝒾𝒶 𝒶𝒹𝒾𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 ℱ𝑜𝓁𝒶𝒸𝒶  𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝓅𝑜𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾 𝑒 𝓁' 𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓉𝑜 𝑒̀ 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓁' 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑜.  ℐ𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓁 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁' 𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓏𝓏𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝑒 𝒾𝓁 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓊𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒾 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝑜𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒾 𝓁𝒶 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝒶𝑔𝑔𝒾𝒶...   

 


𝒮𝑜𝓈𝓉𝑜 𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑜 𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝒾𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓁𝒾𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓁 𝒫𝑜𝑒𝓉𝒶:" 𝒮𝒾𝒶 𝒻𝓇𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝑒𝓁 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒸𝑜 𝒾𝓁 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑜..."   

            
 





                    

                        

                                                           

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  𝒟𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑜                                                         𝒢𝒾𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹𝒾̀ 13 𝓁𝓊𝑔𝓁𝒾𝑜 2023


𝒱𝑒𝓁𝑒𝑔𝑔𝒾𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑒̀ 𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒶𝒾𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜, 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁' 𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶.

 

 

 

 

𝒩𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑔𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝒾 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾 𝒹𝒾 𝓅𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝓊𝓃 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒶𝒸𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝒶𝓏𝓏𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒 𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒾𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝓈𝒶𝒷𝒷𝒾𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑜 𝒶 𝑔𝒾𝓊𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓁' 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝒶 𝒫𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒸𝒸𝒽𝒾𝑜.

 

 

𝒞𝑜𝓃 𝓁𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝓁 𝓈𝓊𝒹-𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒞𝑜𝓇𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶, 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝓁 𝒷𝓁𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒶 𝓁𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝒶 𝒮𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝑔𝓃𝒶. 𝒜𝓂𝑜 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝓉𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓁 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜, 𝒾 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒾 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁' 𝒶𝒸𝓆𝓊𝒶, 𝒾 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝑜𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒾 𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑜𝑔𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾.

 

 

 

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𝒩𝑒𝓁 𝓂𝒾𝑜 𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓁 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝑒̀ 𝓂𝒶𝒾 𝓁𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜. 𝒜 𝓋𝑜𝓁𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝓈𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜, 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝒶 𝓈𝓊𝒶 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓏𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓊𝑜𝓃𝑜.

 

𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝓈𝒾 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝒾𝓁𝒶 𝓉𝓇𝒶 𝑔𝓁𝒾 𝓈𝒸𝑜𝑔𝓁𝒾 𝓈𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶 𝓁𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒾𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓊𝓃𝑜 𝓏𝓊𝒻𝑜𝓁𝑜, 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑜.

𝒯𝓇𝒶 𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝓊𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝒫𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑜 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝑜 𝑒̀ 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶 𝒾𝓃𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒹𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝑒, 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓈𝒶𝒷𝒷𝒾𝒶 𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝒶𝒸𝓆𝓊𝒶.

 

𝒩𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝒶𝑔𝑔𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝒞𝒽𝒾𝒶 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝒶 𝓋𝑜𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝓊𝓃'𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒.

 

𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒 𝓁𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶 𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝒶 𝓂𝑒𝓁𝑜𝒹𝒾𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶.

 

 


 

 

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𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜 𝒾𝓁 𝓈𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒸𝒾𝑜 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜 𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓁𝒾̀𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝑒, 𝓁𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜 𝒹𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝒸𝒾𝓂𝒶 𝓂𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓅𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝑜 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝒻𝑜. 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝓈𝓊𝑜𝓃𝒾 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾 𝓉𝓇𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝓁𝑜𝓇𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒾 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝒾 𝓋𝓊𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓉𝒶𝓇𝑒. 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝒶 𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓉𝒶̀, 𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾, 𝓊𝓇𝓁𝒶 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓁𝒾, 𝓂𝑜𝓁𝓉𝑒𝓅𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒾 𝓁𝑒𝓂𝓂𝒾, 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑜𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾 𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒶𝓉𝑒.

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𝒩𝑒𝓁 𝓂𝒾𝑜 𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓁 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝒾𝑔𝑔𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒. ℐ𝓁 𝓈𝓊𝑜 𝓈𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝑜 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓇𝒹𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝑒̀ 𝓅𝒾𝓊̀ 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝓉𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓁𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝑒 𝓈𝒾 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝒾𝓁 𝓂𝒾𝑜 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾 𝒻𝒶 𝓇𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝑒.

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𝒜 𝓋𝑜𝓁𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑜 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓁 𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝑔𝓁𝒾 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓇𝒾, 𝒹𝒶 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾 𝓈𝒻𝓊𝑔𝑔𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝒾𝑜̀ 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾 𝒻𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒷𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒, 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝒾̀ 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒸𝒽𝒾𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓋𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝓂𝒶 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝒾 𝓂𝒾 𝓈𝓉𝒶 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑜.
𝒱𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓁 𝓆𝓊𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝑒 𝒾𝓁 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑜 𝑒̀ 𝓋𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒.

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