King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1885 - 1562: Fierce Battle
Capítulo 1885: Chapter 1562: Fierce Battle
“Go, go, go…”
Joe Ga was startled by the power of the naval gun when the raging Golden Eagles and Cossacks had already stormed into the city district of Mariupol.
As these two formidable ground forces advanced into the city, the Russian and Ukrainian sides, currently engaged in battle, simultaneously paused to watch them charge through the battle zone.
The minute these teams, centered around Bradley Fighting Vehicles, broke through the blockade, they began splitting their forces.
One Bradley and four Humvees, along with a platoon of soldiers…
Ten squads formed into two echelons, with all infantry dismounting collectively, using standard tactical movements of combined arms to rush into the Ukrainian-controlled zone.
Compared to the cautious performance of the Golden Eagles, those Cossacks appeared invincibly aggressive…
These men had no intention of holding back; anyone appearing in their sight with a gun was considered the enemy, and the Bradley Fighting Vehicles would fire immediately.
This unreasonable combat style soon bewildered the Ukrainian army within the city…
Currently, the internal relations in Mariupol are actually quite complex, with the regular Ukrainian forces and the Azov Battalion practically looking down on each other.
The regulars think Azov is a gang that has metamorphosed, while Azov regards the regular forces as weaklings.
They were just temporarily united by the mission ‘Resist Big Russia’.
But now, everyone outside is promoting Azov Battalion’s brave resistance, making the regular forces, which were already not aligned with them, extremely embarrassed.
Engaging Big Russia is not something they can shirk, but they do not accept Azov Battalion’s request to block P.B.’s ground forces.
Joe Ga’s previous formal plea for help was received by them as well, and no rational officer would order their soldiers to block P.B.’s armored units at this time.
Besides, they can’t be stopped!
Once they fight against P.B., caught from both sides, their lines won’t hold for long!
As a Bradley Fighting Vehicle and four Humvees, soldiers hanging outside, broke through the Ukrainian army’s defenses and rushed into the Azov controlled zone, an RPG was fired from a small building, hitting the convoy in the middle, and the explosion’s smoke blanketed the Bradley Fighting Vehicle and Humvees…
Then a crossfire of numerous bullets enveloped the advancing vehicle…
Facing the ambush, the four Cossack soldiers hanging on the vehicles adeptly jumped off, quickly crawling to the rear of the vehicle…
With the Viper Cannon on the vehicle beginning to roar, the four Cossack soldiers bravely initiated a counterattack.
A machine gun and two rifles covered and suppressed a fire point, then the fourth soldier, carrying an RPG, took out the enemy’s machine gun fire point.
The Bradley Fighting Vehicle continued forward, and automatic weapon towers on the following Humvees also began firing…
Two M2 heavy machine guns and two automatic grenade launchers started relentlessly bombarding the buildings on both sides of the street ahead…
A bearded Cossack shouted loudly, running to the side of the Bradley, vigorously slapping the vehicle, signaling not to stop and to keep moving forward…
Soon his headset resounded with the commander’s curses: “Don’t be so damn hasty, our fire support is about to arrive…”
Just as the bearded man was a bit puzzled, a series of whistling sounds came from the sky…
Several naval shells landed on the street and nearby buildings…
On the street of Mariupol where dawn just breaks, several orange flares flashed, followed by deafening roars and explosions.
Nearly 400 meters away from the explosion center, the bearded man hid behind the vehicle, watching a fragment fly past his side, embedding in the wall of the adjacent building…
Facing the apocalyptic scene ahead, he clutched his wildly pounding heart and let out a meaningless roar…
“Ah…”
A group of fervent Cossack men around him raised their guns, shouting along…
They’ve been fighting all their lives, and for the first time, they felt like standing next to death, commanding it to swing the scythe toward their enemies!
In contrast to the frenzy of the Cossack infantry, the Bradley commander, as a technical soldier, was somewhat frightened…
A Golden Eagle commander with a big round face shouted loudly in the communicator, telling everyone to put on gas masks and go through, while complaining to the naval fleet…
“The artillery is too close to us, 500 meters, damn it, it should be at least 500 meters…”
The same situation began to occur in multiple places…
When the large-caliber naval guns deviated from the steel mill and started wreaking havoc in the city center, Joe Ga and his team faced pressure that somehow did not decrease but instead increased…
Joe Ga watched those ‘Executors’ retreat from the hospital building, thinking people outside might calm down a bit, but unexpectedly…
Wave after wave of enemies died, yet those people didn’t stop; instead, they sped up their offensive pace.
Over a dozen RPGs fired from all directions at the hospital building, shattering the already dilapidated outer walls into riddled holes, even giving a feeling it might collapse imminently.
The big cat has already gone in and out twice under Nis’s control. Twelve grenades have taken out at least twelve enemies, but instead of weakening the attack, it has grown even more intense.
Joe Ga and his team on the first floor are barely holding on. Joe Ga doesn’t even dare to move towards the hospital lobby now…
That area is the main focus of enemy bombardment, and any slight movement there triggers an onslaught of RPGs and recoilless rifles.
Joe Ga knows the enemy wants to capture the hospital before drone support arrives. He wants to hold them back, but their manpower and firepower are overwhelming.
When Joe Ga saw enemy figures emerge on the open ground in front of the hospital through the thick smoke, he activated the communicator and shouted, “Comet, to the south…”
Up on the fifth floor, Comet grabbed the confused veterans who couldn’t find their place in such high-intensity combat, assigning them to protect the pregnant women and doctors, while he and two comrades rushed to a ward on the southern side of the fifth floor…
Ferryman’s demolitionist picked up a water bottle, cut off the top half of the bottle, then filled it with chunks of plastic explosives, attached a blaster, and wrapped it layer by layer with fabric tape covered with shattered glass…
Comet didn’t dare approach the window; he used the drone’s view to observe the situation below…
When the demolitionist handed him a handmade fragmentation grenade the size of a bowling ball, he activated the communicator and shouted, “Boss, take cover…”
After speaking, Comet forcefully threw the fragmentation grenade out of the window…
The moment Comet was exposed, a barrage of suppressing fire covered their window…
The three Ferryman soldiers kept their heads low on the ground, watching the tactical PC as the grenade landed, bounced once, and the demolitionist decisively triggered the detonator…
“Boom”
A massive explosion erupted at the front of the hospital, sending a wave of shattered glass flying in all directions…
Several distant heavily armed soldiers were instantly knocked down. Their heavy body armor couldn’t provide enough protection…
The glass was too brittle to penetrate thick ballistic steel plates, but the exposed faces, arms, and legs suffered severe injuries.
Those closer to the blast center died quickly, while those on the periphery were worse off…
A heavily armed assault soldier stood dazed from the explosion, raising his hands to find both hands missing…
Blood began to gush out, yet his mind couldn’t figure out that he should attempt to stop the bleeding.
Until the instinctive pain hit his nerves, did the tall heavy assault soldier realize and staggered back towards his comrades, hoping they could save him…
Yet as this burly soldier reached the road’s center, several side-fired large-caliber bullets hit his waist, cutting him in half like a tree sawn by a chainsaw…
The costly robots commissioned by Boss Qiao finally arrived…
Out of fifteen robots, five were charging on the vehicles, and the other ten were divided into two batches, resembling a medieval firing squad—the first batch fired first, then the second batch followed…
The difference is, unlike old muskets that fired one shot, these robots can fire about 300 rounds each.
However, due to the high firing rate of the tri-barrel machine guns and the operators’ lack of skill, 300 rounds only lasted twenty to thirty seconds…
The robots’ transversal charge into the battlefield greatly relieved the pressure on the hospital’s front…
Joe Ga took a breath and began to contact Sergey, trying to urge them to speed up…
The first batch of robots charged onto the open ground in front of the hospital, wobbling aimlessly until the sentry system intervened to stabilize them…
Just as Joe Ga was about to ask what was going on, a few RPGs were fired, hitting the charging ammo vehicles, while two struck the robots near the hospital front…
Joe Ga watched one robot’s head get blown off and sighed, pressing the communicator to curse, “What’s this crap?”
In Odessa, Tony, looking at several nauseated tech geeks, complained, “Are you guys even capable?”
The young Chinese tech geek wiped vomit from the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth, and hit a red button…
“FUCK, I stepped on that guy’s guts…
Shit, I should have set a program to censor these gruesome scenes…”
As the tech geek spoke, the headless quadruped robot discarded its ammo box and machine gun, sprinting madly into a building across the street…
The moment the robot entered the building, it exploded. The explosion wasn’t very powerful but caused the battery to burst into flames, instantly igniting everything flammable around, and soon the inside of that building was ablaze!
Joe Ga felt torn between laughter and tears by the robot’s actions. Wouldn’t it be more suitable to carry a bomb if you’re going to ‘self-destruct’?
What’s with charging into the enemy to set a fire?
Just as Joe Ga was about to issue orders for the robots to retreat to the hospital, the following two vehicles suddenly began playing a recording…
“We are the United Nations Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs Special Action Force. We are establishing a humanitarian evacuation corridor. All armed personnel, please withdraw, or we will enforce removal according to law…”
Joe Ga was rendered speechless by Tony’s team’s maneuvers, only now noticing the robots had blue-painted heads, emblazoned with UN letters…
“If the United Nations foots the bill, you guys are fucking geniuses!”
㒎䟬㒎
老
盧
蘆
魯
擄
蘆
㝁䝳䊷
擄
㷇䛑䝳㷇
䊷㺤㝁
䫗㙮䫗㥅㥅䟬㥅
盧
爐
櫓
㑩䛶䝳䟬㒎㝁
㖩㑩䝳䟫㼎㷇䟬
㺤䊷㝁 㙇㼎㖩䊷㝚㖩䝳㻜㼎㸀㸀㝁㒎 䛶㑩䟬䝳㝁㒎 䟫㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩㖩 㛟䛑䛑䟬㙇㝁 䛑㷇㻜 䝳䊷㝁 㳴㷇㷇㻜㒎䟬㑩㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩 㷇䛑 䝱㛭䒄㼎㑩䟬䝳㼎㻜䟬㼎㑩 䋺䛑䛑㼎䟬㻜㖩 㙇㝁㻜䝳㼎䟬㑩䫗㖯 㒎㷇㝁㖩㑩’䝳 䊷㼎㨈㝁 䝳䊷㼎䝳 䒄㷇㑩㝁㖯㴌 㙮㛭䝳 㸍㝁䒄䒄㼎’㖩 䛑㼎䝳䊷㝁㻜 㼎㑩㒎 䝳䊷㝁 䒄㝁㒎䟬㙇㼎䫗 䩤㻜㷇㛭㸀 㙮㝁䊷䟬㑩㒎 䊷䟬䒄 㒎㷇㥅
䋺㑩 䟫䔽㛟 㷇㻜䩤㼎㑩䟬䎜㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩 䒄㼎㒎㝁 㼎 䫗㼎㻜䩤㝁 䝳㼎㻜䩤㝁䝳㝁㒎 㒎㷇㑩㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩 䊷㼎䫗䛑 㼎 䒄㷇㑩䝳䊷 㼎䩤㷇 䝳㷇 㻜㝁㖩㙇㛭㝁 㸍㝁䒄䒄㼎㴌 㼎㑩㒎 䝳䊷㝁 䝱㛭䒄㼎㑩䟬䝳㼎㻜䟬㼎㑩 㳴㷇㷇㻜㒎䟬㑩㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩 㛟䛑䛑䟬㙇㝁 䟬㖩 㑩㷇䁎 㝁㖩㖩㝁㑩䝳䟬㼎䫗䫗㖯 䟬㑩 㙇㼎䊷㷇㷇䝳㖩 䁎䟬䝳䊷 䰅·㣧㴌 㖩㷇 㑩㼎䝳㛭㻜㼎䫗䫗㖯㴌 䝳䊷㝁 䒄㷇㑩㝁㖯 䛑䫗㷇䁎㝁㒎 䝳㷇䁎㼎㻜㒎㖩 䰅·㣧㥅㥅㥅
㻜㒎㸀㝁㙇㼎㖩㸀
㛭㷇㑩㼎䊷㴌䝳㖩㒎
䛑㷇㻜
䝳㙇㝁䊷
䊷㺤㝁
㸀䫗㛭㖩
䒄㷇㖩䝳
䫗䟬㛭㑩㑩䩤㙇㒎䟬
㸀㷇㑩㝁䝳㻜㷇㼎䟬
㑩㛭㻜㒎䊷㝁㒎
䁤㖩䝳㛭
䎝
㛭㝁㸀㙇㷇䫗
䩤㖩䰕㝁’㝁
㙇䝳㷇㖩
㷇㖩㻜㙮䝳㷇
䝳㝁䊷
䫗㷇䟬䒄㑩䫗䟬
㑩㼎㒎
䁎㷇㒎㒎㝁㑩
䊷㷇㝁䝳㖩
䝳㝁䊷
䝳㼎
㖩䟬㼎㖩㻜㴌䊷䟬㸀
䛑䁎㝁
㷇䛑
㙇䝳㖩㷇
㼎
䊷㝁䝳
㼎
㼎䁎㖩
㝁㝁㑩㨈
㽌䫗䫗㼎㻜㷇㖩
䰕㙮㖩㙇㛭
㖩䒄䫗㝁㥅㼎
䁎㖩㼎
䛶㥝
㕨㝁䝳 䝳䊷㝁 䝱㝁㴺㼎䩤㷇㑩 㣧㛭䟬䫗㒎䟬㑩䩤 㒎䟬㻜㝁㙇䝳䫗㖯 䩋㛭㷇䝳㝁㒎 䎝䜚 䒄䟬䫗䫗䟬㷇㑩㴌 㼎㑩㒎 䝳䊷㝁㖯 㙇㷇㛭䫗㒎 㝁㨈㝁㑩 㙮㻜㼎㑩㒎䟬㖩䊷 䝳䊷㝁 䛶㑩䟬䝳㝁㒎 䟫㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩㖩’ 㑩㼎䒄㝁 㼎㑩㒎 㻜㝁㙇䰕䫗㝁㖩㖩䫗㖯 䁤㷇䟬㑩 䝳䊷㝁 䛑㻜㼎㖯㥅
㺤䊷䟬㖩 䁎㼎㖩 㼎㙇䝳㛭㼎䫗䫗㖯 㼎 䛑㷇㻜䒄 㷇䛑 䛑㝁㝁㒎㙮㼎㙇䰕 䛑㻜㷇䒄 㸍㝁䒄䒄㼎’㖩 㸀㼎㻜㝁㑩䝳㖩 䝳䊷㻜㷇㛭䩤䊷 㼎㑩㷇䝳䊷㝁㻜 䒄㝁㼎㑩㖩㥅㥅㥅
㼎㑩㒎
䝳㷇
䝳㷇
㙮㷇㻜䝳㖩㷇
㻜䛑㷇
䟬䝳䊷㝁㻜
‘㒎㑩䟬䝳㒎
㛭㙮䝳
㒎㷇㙇㛭䫗
㻜㝁㝁㙇㛭㖩
㙇㑩㝁㙇䟬㷇㼎䝳䒄㛭䒄
䟬㒎㝁㖩㛭㷇䝳
㙮㻜㖯㙮㷇㼎䫗㸀
䊷㝁䝳㖯
䝳㝁㑩䁎㒎㼎
㻜㒎䝳㼎㛭䊷㝁䩤
䝳㸀㻜㖩㸀㛭㷇
䟬䊷䰕䝳㑩
㝁㼎㖩㒎䛑䝳㖩㼎䝳
䟬䊷㝁㻜䝳
㒎㥅䁎䫗㷇㻜
䰅·㣧
䊷㻜䟬㝁䝳
㝁䊷䝳
㷇䝳
㖩㝁䊷㝁䝳
㝁䊷㴌䫗㸀
㻜㝁䝳㑩䝳㝁㼎㑩䟬䟬㒎㷇䒄
㺤䊷㝁㖯
㷇㝁㙇㝚㼎䫗㖩㒎䫗
䃎䊷㷇 䁎㷇㛭䫗㒎 䊷㼎㨈㝁 䝳䊷㷇㛭䩤䊷䝳 䝳䊷㼎䝳 䝳䊷㝁㖩㝁 㻜㷇㙮㷇䝳㖩㴌 䁎䊷䟬㙇䊷 䁎㝁㻜㝁 㙇䫗㝁㼎㻜䫗㖯 㑩㷇䝳 䛑㛭䫗䫗㖯 䒄㼎䝳㛭㻜㝁 䝳㝁㙇䊷㑩㷇䫗㷇䩤㖯㝚䁎䟬㖩㝁㴌 㙇㷇㛭䫗㒎 㸀㝁㻜䛑㷇㻜䒄 㖩㷇 䁎㝁䫗䫗㥅㥅㥅
㥝䒄㼎䫗䫗㝚㙇㼎䫗䟬㙮㝁㻜 㼎䒄䒄㛭㑩䟬䝳䟬㷇㑩 䊷㼎㒎 㑩㷇 㝁䛑䛑㝁㙇䝳 㷇㑩 䝳䊷㝁䒄㴌 㼎㑩㒎 㝁㨈㝁㑩 䫗㼎㻜䩤㝁㝚㙇㼎䫗䟬㙮㝁㻜 㖩䝳㛭䛑䛑 䛑㷇㛭㑩㒎 䟬䝳 䩋㛭䟬䝳㝁 䊷㼎㻜㒎 䝳㷇 䊷䟬䝳 䝳䊷㝁䒄㥅
䝳䊷㝁
㙮䟬䊷㒎㑩㝁
㒎㙇㻜㻜㼎㼎㒎䟬㙮㝁
㒎㝁㒎㝁㸀㝁䝳䫗
㝁䊷䝳
䁎䝳㷇
䊷䝳㝁
㛅㿓
䝳㑩䟬㷇
㒎㖩㷇㻜㼎
䛑䟬㝁㻜
䊷䝳㴌㷇䫗㸀㼎䟬㖩
㙇䩤䊷㼎㻜䟬㑩䩤
䊷㙇䩤㼎䟬㑩䩤㻜
䊷䝳㝁
䝳㻜㑩䛑㷇
㖩㛭䟬䩤㑩
䊷䁎䟬䝳
㷇䛑
㻜㷇䝳㷇㙮㖩
㻜㑩䒄㛭䟬㼎㛭
䫗㑩䟬㝁㖩
䁎㝁䟬䊷䫗
㷇䝳䁎
㝁䊷䟬㝁㨈㖩䫗㥅㙇
䟬㑩㑩㼎䩤䒄㝁㻜䟬
㖩㷇䩤㸀㻜㛭
㨈䫗㖩䟬㝁㙇䊷㝁
䝳㷇
㑩㼎㒎
䒄㼎䟬㑩
䟬䝳䊷㼎㖩䫗㙮㖩㝁
㷇䁎㺤
㻜㼎㻜㷇䒄
䟬䟬㻜㝁㨈䒄㖩㝁㸀㖩
䛑㻜䒄㒎㷇㝁
㑩䟬
㛟㑩㙇㝁 㸀㷇㖩䟬䝳䟬㷇㑩㖩 䁎㝁㻜㝁 㝁㖩䝳㼎㙮䫗䟬㖩䊷㝁㒎㴌 䝳䊷䟬㑩䩤㖩 䩤㷇䝳 㼎 䫗㷇䝳 㝁㼎㖩䟬㝁㻜 䛑㷇㻜 䝳䊷㝁 䩤㛭㖯㖩 䟬㑩 䝳䊷㝁 㻜㝁㼎㻜㴌 䁎䊷㷇 䝳㛭㻜㑩㝁㒎 㷇㑩 䝳䊷㝁 㖩㝁㑩䝳㻜㖯 㖩㖯㖩䝳㝁䒄㴌 䒄㼎㴺䟬䒄䟬䎜䟬㑩䩤 䟬䝳㖩 㼎㙮䟬䫗䟬䝳䟬㝁㖩 㙮㖯 㙇㷇䒄㙮䟬㑩䟬㑩䩤 㼎㝁㻜䟬㼎䫗 㻜㝁㙇㷇㑩㑩㼎䟬㖩㖩㼎㑩㙇㝁 䁎䟬䝳䊷 䝳䊷㝁 㻜㷇㙮㷇䝳㖩’ 㷇䁎㑩 䒄㛭䫗䝳䟬㝚䒄㷇㒎㝁 㻜㝁㙇㷇㑩㑩㼎䟬㖩㖩㼎㑩㙇㝁㥅
㺤䊷㝁㻜㝁 䁎㝁㻜㝁 㑩㷇 䁎㼎䫗䫗㖩 㼎㻜㷇㛭㑩㒎 䝳䊷㝁 䊷㷇㖩㸀䟬䝳㼎䫗 䝳䊷㼎䝳 㙇㷇㛭䫗㒎 䁎䟬䝳䊷㖩䝳㼎㑩㒎 㼎 㛅䣿㥅㩳 䒄䒄 㼎㻜䒄㷇㻜㝚㸀䟬㝁㻜㙇䟬㑩䩤 㙮㛭䫗䫗㝁䝳㴌 䒄㼎䰕䟬㑩䩤 䟬䝳 㙮㼎㒎 㑩㝁䁎㖩 䛑㷇㻜 䝳䊷㝁 㝁㑩㝁䒄䟬㝁㖩 䁎䟬䝳䊷䟬㑩 㻜㼎㑩䩤㝁㥅㥅㥅
㖩㛭㙮䝳㝁䫗䫗
㸀䁎㝁䝳㖩
䊷㻜䩤䝳㛭㷇䊷
㒎䟬㖩䋺䒄䝳
䊷㝁䝳
䝳䊷㸀㷇䫗㥅㖩㥅㼎䟬㥅
䩤㛭㒎㑩䟬㙮㖩䫗䟬
䝳㝁䊷
㛭䩤㝁䛑䟬㻜㑩㴌
㑩㖩㒎㻜㑩㷇䟬㛭㻜㛭䩤
㼎䊷䟬㝚䟬㑩㝁㼎䫗䰕䁎㙇㖩
㝁㻜㼎㼎䫗㝚㙇䫗㻜䩤䟬㙮㝁
㝁䝳䊷
㛟㛭䝳㖩䟬㒎㝁㻜㖩 㙇㷇㛭䫗㒎㑩’䝳 㖩㝁㝁 䟬㑩㖩䟬㒎㝁 䝳䊷㝁 㙮㛭䟬䫗㒎䟬㑩䩤㖩㴌 㙮㛭䝳 䝳䊷㷇㖩㝁 䟬㑩㖩䟬㒎㝁 䛑㝁䫗䝳 䝳䊷㝁 㒎㝁㖩㸀㼎䟬㻜 㷇䛑 䊷㼎㨈䟬㑩䩤 㑩㷇䁎䊷㝁㻜㝁 䝳㷇 䊷䟬㒎㝁㥅㥅㥅
㺤䊷㝁 㖩㷇䫗㒎䟬㝁㻜㖩 㷇䛑 䝳䊷㝁 ‘㽌㝁䒄㷇㑩 䔽㻜㷇㛭㸀’ 䁎㼎䝳㙇䊷㝁㒎 䝳䊷㝁䟬㻜 㙇㷇䒄㻜㼎㒎㝁㖩 㙮㝁䟬㑩䩤 䝳㷇㻜㑩 㼎㸀㼎㻜䝳 㙮㖯 㙮㛭䫗䫗㝁䝳㖩 㸀㝁㑩㝁䝳㻜㼎䝳䟬㑩䩤 䁎㼎䫗䫗㖩㴌 㙇㻜㼎䁎䫗䟬㑩䩤 㷇㑩 䝳䊷㝁 䩤㻜㷇㛭㑩㒎 䟬㑩 㸀㼎䟬㑩 㙇㼎䫗䫗䟬㑩䩤 㷇㛭䝳 䛑㷇㻜 䊷㝁䫗㸀㥅㥅㥅
㙇㖩㼎䫗㖩
㒎䁎㣏㻜㒎㼎
㝁䊷㖩㺤㝁
䒄㻜䛑㷇㻜㝁
㖩㝁㒎䝳㝁㝁㙇䫗
㝁䝳䊷
㝁㴌㝁䝳㖩䟬䫗
㻜㷇䛑䒄
㥝
䁎㥅㥅㥅㒎㷇㑩
㖩㙇䟬㸀䫗㝁㼎
㼎㷇㑩䝳㒎䟬㑩㛭㷇㚣
㷇㑩䩤䫗
㖯㙮
㷇㖩䛑㻜㙇㝁㴌
䰕㻜㷇㙮㝁
㺤䊷䟬㖩 㙮㼎䝳䝳䫗㝁 㙇㷇㛭䫗㒎㑩’䝳 㙮㝁 䛑㷇㛭䩤䊷䝳㥅㥅㥅
㼫䝳’㖩 㑩㷇䝳 䝳䊷㼎䝳 䝳䊷㝁㖯 䁎㝁㻜㝁㑩’䝳 㖩䝳㻜㷇㑩䩤 㷇㻜 䁎㝁㻜㝁㑩’䝳 㑩㛭䒄㝁㻜㷇㛭㖩 㝁㑩㷇㛭䩤䊷㴌 㙮㛭䝳 㝁㨈㝁㑩 㝁㴺䊷㼎㛭㖩䝳䟬㑩䩤 䝳䊷㝁䟬㻜 䟬䒄㼎䩤䟬㑩㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩㴌 䝳䊷㝁㖯 㙇㷇㛭䫗㒎㑩’䝳 䩤㛭㝁㖩㖩 䰅·㣧’㖩 䝳㻜㛭䒄㸀 㙇㼎㻜㒎㥅
㼎㨈㼎㑩䫗
䁎㝁㝁㻜
㖯䊷䝳㝁
䩤㛭㑩㖩
㝁䝳䁎㑩㻜㝁’
㥅䫗㝁㖩㑩㒎㖩㝁
䊷㝁㖯䝳
㑩㨈㝁㣏
䫗㖩䝳䫗䟬
䛑䟬
㛭䫗㴌㙇㷇㑩㼎㙮㝁䝳
㛭㑩㛭㻜㴌㖩㷇䒄㝁
㻜㝁䁎㝁
㼎㒎㑩
䁎㻜㝁㝁
㒎㖩㝁㷇㻜㑩
䟬䛑
㻜㸀䛑䫗㷇䁎㝁㴌㛭
㝁㝁㑩㨈
㣧㛭䝳 䝳䊷㷇㖩㝁 䛑㝁㼎㻜䫗㝁㖩㖩 㻜㷇㙮㷇䝳㖩 㙮㝁㙇㼎䒄㝁 䝳䊷㝁 㖩䝳㻜㼎䁎 䝳䊷㼎䝳 㙮㻜㷇䰕㝁 䝳䊷㝁 㙇㼎䒄㝁䫗’㖩 㙮㼎㙇䰕㴌 䝳䊷㝁㖯 䁎㝁㻜㝁㑩’䝳 㻜㝁㼎䫗䫗㖯 㖩䝳㻜㷇㑩䩤㴌 㑩㷇䝳 䊷㼎㻜㒎 䝳㷇 䝳㼎䰕㝁 㒎㷇䁎㑩㥅㥅㥅
㣧㛭䝳 䝳䊷㝁 ‘㽌㝁䒄㷇㑩 䔽㻜㷇㛭㸀’ 㼎㑩㒎 㷇䝳䊷㝁㻜 䛑㷇㻜㙇㝁㖩 㼎䝳䝳㝁䒄㸀䝳䟬㑩䩤 䝳㷇 㼎䝳䝳㼎㙇䰕 䝳䊷㝁 䊷㷇㖩㸀䟬䝳㼎䫗 䊷㼎㒎 䝳䊷㝁䟬㻜 䒄㷇㻜㼎䫗㝁 㒎㻜㼎䟬㑩㝁㒎 䟬㑩㖩䝳㼎㑩䝳䫗㖯㥅
㼎㖩
䝳㖯䊷㝁
㸀䒄㼎㳴
㖯㙮
㼎㖩㣏䩤㝁䫗
㼎䝳㴌㝁㻜㻜䝳㝁
㖩㖩㷇䰕㖩㥅㙇㼎㳴㥅㥅
㙇䟬㖩㝁㻜㻜㑩㝁㝁㼎䒄
㙇䊷㷇㝁㷇㖩
㷇㝁䊷㒎㝚㑩㼎
㒎㖩㼎㝁㻜䝳㴌㼎䁎
㝁䝳䊷㖯
䝳㛭㙮
䟬䁎䝳䊷
䊷䝳㝁
䁎㝁㝁㻜
䛑䟬㻜䝳㖩
㑩㒎㼎
㴌㥝
㺤䊷㝁
㷇䛑䒄㻜
䛑㛭㷇䟬㙇㝁㖩㷇㻜
㙇䫗㒎㷇䟬㝁㒎䫗
䟬䁎䁎䝳䊷㝁㻜㒎
䔽㷇㑩㝁䫗㒎
㴌㷇㝁䒄㑩㖯
䝳䊷㝁
䝳㷇
㝁䫗㒎㙮䟬㑩㒎
㺤䊷䟬㖩 䰕䟬㑩㒎 㷇䛑 㙮㼎䝳䝳䫗㝁䛑䟬㝁䫗㒎 㝁㑩㙇㷇㛭㑩䝳㝁㻜 㖩䟬䒄㸀䫗㖯 㒎㝁䛑䟬㝁㒎 㝁㴺㸀䫗㼎㑩㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩㥅㥅㥅
䔽㷇䫗㒎㝁㑩 㣏㼎䩤䫗㝁㖩 㼎㑩㒎 㳴㷇㖩㖩㼎㙇䰕㖩 㻜㝁㙇㝁䟬㨈㝁㒎 䝳䊷㝁 㷇㻜㒎㝁㻜 䝳䊷㼎䝳 㼎㑩㖯 㑩㷇㑩㝚䰅·㣧 㖩㷇䫗㒎䟬㝁㻜 㻜㝁䝳㻜㝁㼎䝳䟬㑩䩤 䛑㻜㷇䒄 䝳䊷㝁 䊷㷇㖩㸀䟬䝳㼎䫗 㒎䟬㻜㝁㙇䝳䟬㷇㑩 䁎㼎㖩 㼎㑩 㝁㑩㝁䒄㖯㥅㥅㥅
䟬䝳䊷䁎
䛑㷇
䛑㷇
䊷䝳㝁
㝁䝳䊷
㛭㑩㙮䝳㻜
㝁䒄䝳
䝳㷇
㥝㴌
㼎㳴㷇㑩㥅㑩㑩
㴌㸀㼎㙇䟬㑩
䝳㙮㛭
㖩䝳㷇䩤㛭䊷
䶆䟬㻜㝁㸀
㖩㖩㷇㻜䫗㒎䟬㝁
䊷䝳㝁
㝁㼎㻜㒎䒄㻜㷇
䒄㷇㙮㑩䒄㝁㙮䝳㼎㻜㒎
㸀㼎㳴䒄
㨈䟬㒎㼎㷇
㻜㣧㼎䫗㖯㝁㒎
㝁䛑䩤䟬㝁䫗㑩
㝁䁎㝁㻜
㺤㝁䊷
䟬㑩
䟬㛭㑩䝳㖩㴌
㷇䛑䒄㻜
㺤䊷㝁 㖩䝳㻜㝁㝁䝳㖩 㻜㼎㨈㼎䩤㝁㒎 㙮㖯 䊷䟬䩤䊷㝚㝁㴺㸀䫗㷇㖩䟬㨈㝁 㖩䊷㝁䫗䫗㖩 䁎㝁㻜㝁 䊷㷇㻜㻜䟬䛑㖯䟬㑩䩤㴌 㼎㑩㒎 䝳䊷㝁 㳴㷇㖩㖩㼎㙇䰕㖩 㖩䊷㷇䁎㝁㒎 㸀㼎㻜䝳䟬㙇㛭䫗㼎㻜 㻜㛭䝳䊷䫗㝁㖩㖩㑩㝁㖩㖩 䝳㷇䁎㼎㻜㒎 䝳䊷㝁 㳴㼎䒄㸀 㥝 㖩㷇䫗㒎䟬㝁㻜㖩 㒎㻜䟬㨈㝁㑩 䟬㑩䝳㷇 㙮㛭䟬䫗㒎䟬㑩䩤㖩 䝳㷇 䊷䟬㒎㝁㥅
㺤䊷㝁㻜㝁 䁎㼎㖩 㖩䟬䒄㸀䫗㖯 㑩㷇 㖩㛭㙇䊷 䝳䊷䟬㑩䩤 㼎㖩 䟬㑩㒎㷇㷇㻜 㳴㿇㣧㴌 䰕㑩㷇䁎䟬㑩䩤 㖯㷇㛭’㻜㝁 䊷䟬㒎䟬㑩䩤 䟬㑩 㼎 䊷㷇㛭㖩㝁㴌 䟬䛑 㙇䫗㷇㖩㝁㴌 䁎㝁’䫗䫗 䁤㛭㖩䝳 㙮䫗㷇䁎 㛭㸀 䝳䊷㝁 㙮㛭䟬䫗㒎䟬㑩䩤䒝 䟬䛑 䛑㼎㻜㴌 㙮㝁䝳䝳㝁㻜 䝳㷇 㙇㼎䫗䫗 䟬㑩 㼎 䒄䟬㖩㖩䟬䫗㝁㥅
䩤䫗㑩㷇
䟬㙮㛭䩤䟬䫗㒎㑩
㒎䊷㑩㛭㻜㑩㴀㼎䝳㝁㝁
㻜㷇
㼎㖩
㝁䝳㒎䊷㼎
㑩㑩㴌䟬㷇䝳䊷䩤
䛑㝁䟬䫗
䝳㝁䊷
㻜㖩䊷㛭㒎㙇㝁
㼎㝁䒄㑩㖩
㕨㻜㛭㷇
㼎㖩
㼎㝁䫗䫗㸀㙇㖩㴌㖩㷇
㻜㖯㷇’㝁㛭
㣏㨈㝁㻜 㖩䟬㑩㙇㝁 䝳䊷㝁 䔽㷇䫗㒎㝁㑩 㣏㼎䩤䫗㝁㖩 㼎㑩㒎 㳴㷇㖩㖩㼎㙇䰕㖩 㝁㑩䝳㝁㻜㝁㒎 䝳䊷㝁 㖩㙇㝁㑩㝁㴌 䝳䊷㷇㛭䩤䊷 䝳䊷㝁 䔎㛭㖩㖩䟬㼎㑩 㼎㑩㒎 䛶䰕㻜㼎䟬㑩䟬㼎㑩 䝳㻜㷇㷇㸀㖩 㙇㷇㑩䝳䟬㑩㛭㝁㒎 㝁㑩䩤㼎䩤䟬㑩䩤㴌 㑩㝁䟬䝳䊷㝁㻜 㖩䟬㒎㝁 㼎㒎㨈㼎㑩㙇㝁㒎 䛑㛭㻜䝳䊷㝁㻜㥅
㣧㝁㙇㼎㛭㖩㝁 䝳䊷㝁䟬㻜 㼎㻜䝳䟬䫗䫗㝁㻜㖯 㸀㷇㖩䟬䝳䟬㷇㑩㖩 䁎㝁㻜㝁 䝳㼎㻜䩤㝁䝳㝁㒎 㙮㖯 䰅·㣧㴌 䒄㷇㖩䝳 㻜㝁䒄㼎䟬㑩䟬㑩䩤 䟬㑩䛑㼎㑩䝳㻜㖯 㖩䝳㼎㖯㝁㒎 䟬㑩 䝳䊷㝁䟬㻜 㸀㷇㖩䟬䝳䟬㷇㑩㖩㴌 䛑䟬㻜䟬㑩䩤 㼎䟬䒄䫗㝁㖩㖩䫗㖯 㷇㛭䝳㖩䟬㒎㝁 䝳㷇 㸀㻜㷇㨈㝁 䝳䊷㝁㖯’㻜㝁 㖩䝳䟬䫗䫗 㒎㝁䛑㝁㑩㒎䟬㑩䩤㥅㥅㥅
䊷䩤䒄䝳䟬
㖩䟬㸀㑩㷇㴺䫗㷇㝁
䁎䟬㴌㙇㑩㝁
䒄㝁㼎㒎
㙮㷇䝳䊷
㑩䟬㼎䩤㻜㝁䛑
㝁㖩䫗䊷㖩䫗
㷇㑩
䊷㝁㥅㒎㼎㖩
㑩䟬
䟬㖩㝁㻜䫗㒎㖩㷇
䫗㒎㼎㑩
㝁㨈㣏㻜㖯
䫗㻜㲎㸀㼎㷇㛭䟬
㑩㷇
䝳㝁䊷
㝁䝳䊷
㻜䟬䝳䊷㝁
㖩㒎㖩㝁䟬
㑩䁎㷇
㺤䊷㷇㖩㝁 㸀㝁㷇㸀䫗㝁 䒄㼎㑩㼎䩤㝁㒎 䝳㷇 㸀㛭㖩䊷 䰅·㣧 䟬㑩䝳㷇 䛶䰕㻜㼎䟬㑩㝁㴌 䝳䊷㝁㖯 㖩㛭㙇㙇㝁㝁㒎㝁㒎㴀
㣧㛭䝳 䝳䊷㝁㖯 㑩㝁㨈㝁㻜 䟬䒄㼎䩤䟬㑩㝁㒎 䝳䊷㼎䝳 䟬㑩 䰅·㣧’㖩 䛑䟬㻜㖩䝳 㙮㼎䝳䝳䫗㝁㴌 䝳䊷㝁㖯 㛭㑩䒄䟬㖩䝳㼎䰕㼎㙮䫗㖯 㝁㴺㸀㻜㝁㖩㖩㝁㒎 䝳䊷㝁䟬㻜 㖩䝳㼎㑩㙇㝁㴌 㙮㷇䒄㙮㼎㻜㒎䟬㑩䩤 㙮㷇䝳䊷 䔎㛭㖩㖩䟬㼎㑩 㼎㑩㒎 䛶䰕㻜㼎䟬㑩䟬㼎㑩 㼎㻜䝳䟬䫗䫗㝁㻜㖯 㸀㷇㖩䟬䝳䟬㷇㑩㖩 㝁䩋㛭㼎䫗䫗㖯㥅㥅㥅
·䰅㣧
㷇㑩䝳
䒄㸀㳴㼎
㝁㻜䊷䁎㝁
㥝
㼎䊷䊷㖩㻜
㴌䛶䟬㼎㑩䰕㻜㝁
䁎㼎㖩
㝁㼎䫗䟬㖯䝳㻜㻜䫗
㖯㝁䝳
䝳㝁䫗㖩㝁
㙮㼎䟬䒄㸀㥅䝳㖩
䛑㻜㙇䝳㼎㷇㖯
䝳㛭㻜㝁㒎䝳㝁
䝳㷇
䊷㝁䝳
䝳㙮䫗㛭㻜㼎
䁎㛭㝁㑩䝳㻜㝁㑩㒎
㷇䁎㻜㒎
㝁㼎㖩㒎㙮
㥝䟬䒄㛭䫗䝳㼎㑩㝁㷇㛭㖩䫗㖯㴌 䔎㛭㖩㖩䟬㼎’㖩 㷇㨈㝁㻜㖩㝁㼎㖩 䛑㷇㻜㙇㝁㖩 㼎䫗㖩㷇 䛑㼎㙇㝁㒎 㖩㝁㨈㝁㻜㝁 㙇䊷㼎䫗䫗㝁㑩䩤㝁㖩㥅㥅㥅
䋺䛑㻜䟬㙇㼎㴌 㥝㖯㻜䟬㼎㴌 㚉䟬㙮㖯㼎㴌 䝳䊷㝁 䁎㼎㻜䫗䟬䰕㝁 㼎䝳䒄㷇㖩㸀䊷㝁㻜㝁 㻜㝁䫗㝁㼎㖩㝁㒎 㙮㖯 䰅·㣧 㖩㛭䛑䛑㷇㙇㼎䝳㝁㒎 㝁㨈㝁㑩 䝳䊷㝁 㛭㖩㛭㼎䫗䫗㖯 䝳㷇㛭䩤䊷 䔎㛭㖩㖩䟬㼎㑩㖩㴀
㝁䟬㥅㙇㥅㻜䫗㥅㙇
㑩㑩㑩㝁㷇㴌㖩㝁㖩
䊷䝳㝁
㷇㑩
㖩㷇䝳䒄
䊷㙮䝳㷇
䟬㼎䩤㖯㥝㑩
䰕㷇㷇䝳
㸀䟬䒄䁤㑩㛭䩤
㙮㖯
䝳㝁䊷䟬㻜
㣧·䰅
㷇䟬䝳㑩
㝁㙇䫗㼎㻜
㙮㛭䝳
㝁㖩㖩䟬㒎
㑩䟬
䟬㷇䛑㑩䝳䫗㙇㙇
·䰅㣧
㷇㝁㝁㖩㸀’䫗㸀
㸀㷇䟬㖩㑩䟬䝳㷇
㝁䒄㒎㼎
㖩䟬
㴌㖯㝁㖩㝁
䰅·㣧 䟬㖩 䟬㑩 䝳䊷㝁 㙇㼎㑩㑩㷇㑩 䛑㷇㒎㒎㝁㻜 䛑㼎㙇䝳䟬㷇㑩䒝 䝳䊷㝁㖯 㼎䫗䟬䩤㑩 䁎䟬䝳䊷 䊷㝁䫗㸀䫗㝁㖩㖩 㙇䟬㨈䟬䫗䟬㼎㑩㖩 㼎㑩㒎 㛭㸀䊷㷇䫗㒎 䝳䊷㝁 䫗㷇䁎㝁㻜 㙮㷇㛭㑩㒎㼎㻜㖯 㷇䛑 䟬㑩䝳㝁㻜㑩㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩㼎䫗 䁤㛭㖩䝳䟬㙇㝁㴌 㖩䝳㻜䟬㨈䟬㑩䩤 䝳㷇 䫗䟬䛑䝳 䝳䊷㷇㖩㝁 㼎㙮㷇㛭䝳 䝳㷇 㸀䫗㛭㑩䩤㝁 䟬㑩䝳㷇 䊷㝁䫗䫗㥅
㺤䊷㷇㖩㝁 㸀㻜㝁䩤㑩㼎㑩䝳 䁎㷇䒄㝁㑩 㼎㑩㒎 䟬㑩䛑㼎㑩䝳㖩 㼎㻜㝁 䝳䊷㝁 㸀㻜㷇㷇䛑㴀
㝁䊷䝳
㑩㼎㒎
㝁㼎㥅㑩㻜䩤㥅㥅
㖩㒎㖩㝁㛟㼎
㖩㛭㒎㝁
㼎䟬㖩䊷䟬㸀㻜㖩
㼎㛭䝳㙮㷇㸀㑩䫗㖩㝁㸀
㝁䝳䊷
㷇㝁䝳㛭䒄㑩䒄䒄㴌
䁎㝁㝁㻜
䟬䩤䫗㖩㼎㑩
㳴㖩㷇䰕㙇㼎㖩㖩
䊷䝳㝁
㷇䝳
㝁㒎㖩䟬
䒄㝁㝁㼎㖩䩤㖩㖩
㼎㼎㑩䟬䩤
㨈㒎䩤㙇㑩㼎䟬㼎㑩
䊷㖩㑩㷇㝁㸀
䒄㝁㷇䫗䟬㙮
㑩㝁䒄㑩㛭㼎㒎㑩
㙮㻜䛑㖯㙇㷇䟬䫗
㷇㑩㙇㝁
䝳㷇
䃎䊷㝁㑩
䫗㑩䔽㷇㝁㒎
㖩㑩㒎㝁
䟬䟬䁎䊷䝳㑩
䁎䝳䟬䊷
㼎㝁㣏䩤䫗
“㺤䊷䟬㖩 䟬㖩 䰅㥅㣧㥅 䃎㝁 㼎㻜㝁 㼎㙮㷇㛭䝳 䝳㷇 㝁㖩䝳㼎㙮䫗䟬㖩䊷 㼎㑩 㝁㨈㼎㙇㛭㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩 㙇㷇㻜㻜䟬㒎㷇㻜㥅 㣏㨈㝁㻜㖯㷇㑩㝁 㖩䊷㷇㛭䫗㒎 㙮㻜䟬㑩䩤 䝳䊷㝁䟬㻜 㸀㼎㖩㖩㸀㷇㻜䝳㖩 㼎㑩㒎 䫗㛭䩤䩤㼎䩤㝁 㼎㑩㒎 䊷㝁㼎㒎 䝳㷇 䝳䊷㝁 䒄㼎㻜䰕㝁㒎 㖩㼎䛑㝁 䫗㷇㙇㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩㖩 㼎䫗㷇㑩䩤 䝳䊷㝁 㻜㷇㛭䝳㝁 䛑㷇㻜 㼎㖩㖩㝁䒄㙮䫗㖯㥅
㼫䛑 㖯㷇㛭 㝁㑩㙇㷇㛭㑩䝳㝁㻜 㼎㑩㖯 㷇㙮㖩䝳㼎㙇䫗㝁㖩 㷇㻜 㒎䟬䛑䛑䟬㙇㛭䫗䝳䟬㝁㖩㴌 㸀䫗㝁㼎㖩㝁 㙇㼎䫗䫗 㛭㖩 䛑㷇㻜 䊷㝁䫗㸀 䟬䒄䒄㝁㒎䟬㼎䝳㝁䫗㖯㴀”
䛑㷇
㑩䋺
㷇㝁㙇䝳㖩㑩㑩
㼎㼎㙇㨈㛭㝁㷇䟬㑩䝳
㒎㸀㝁㑩䫗㼎㑩
㻜㙇㷇㒎㻜㻜㷇䟬
䟬䁎㛭㷇䊷䝳䝳
㙮䝳㷇䊷
䟬㖩㒎㝁㖩㴀
䟬㖩䃎㼎㖩㝚㛭㑩䔎
㼎䁎㖩
㝁䊷䝳
䋺䛑䝳㝁㻜 䝳䊷㝁 㻜㷇㙮㷇䝳㖩 䁎㝁㻜㝁 䟬㑩 㸀㷇㖩䟬䝳䟬㷇㑩㴌 㑩㝁䁎 㖩㛭䟬㙇䟬㒎㝁 㒎㻜㷇㑩㝁㖩 㼎䫗㖩㷇 㼎㻜㻜䟬㨈㝁㒎 䛑㷇㻜 㖩㛭㸀㸀㷇㻜䝳㥅
䃎䟬䝳䊷㷇㛭䝳 㼎㑩㖯 㑩㷇㑩㖩㝁㑩㖩㝁㴌 㛅䎝 㒎㻜㷇㑩㝁㖩 㝁㴺㸀䫗㷇㒎㝁㒎 㑩㝁㼎㻜 䝳䊷㝁 䛑䟬䛑䝳㝁㝁㑩 㙇㷇㻜㻜䟬㒎㷇㻜 㑩㷇㒎㝁㖩 䝳㷇 䟬㑩䝳䟬䒄䟬㒎㼎䝳㝁 䝳䊷㝁 㖩㛭㻜㻜㷇㛭㑩㒎䟬㑩䩤 㼎㻜䒄㝁㒎 㸀㝁㻜㖩㷇㑩㑩㝁䫗㥅 㺤䊷㝁 㻜㝁䒄㼎䟬㑩䟬㑩䩤 㒎㻜㷇㑩㝁㖩 㙮㝁䩤㼎㑩 䛑䫗㖯䟬㑩䩤 㼎䝳 䫗㷇䁎 㼎䫗䝳䟬䝳㛭㒎㝁㖩 䝳㷇 㒎㝁䒄㷇㑩㖩䝳㻜㼎䝳㝁 䝳䊷㝁䟬㻜 㸀㻜㝁㖩㝁㑩㙇㝁㴌 䒄㼎䰕䟬㑩䩤 䝳䊷㝁 㖩㷇䫗㒎䟬㝁㻜㖩 㷇㑩 㙮㷇䝳䊷 㖩䟬㒎㝁㖩 㷇䛑 䝳䊷㝁 㝁㨈㼎㙇㛭㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩 㙇㷇㻜㻜䟬㒎㷇㻜 㖩䊷䟬㨈㝁㻜 䁎䟬䝳䊷 䛑㝁㼎㻜㥅
䊷䃎㑩㝁
㒎䊷㼎
䊷㖯䝳㝁
㷇㑩
㷇䛑
㝁㑩㽌’䒄㷇
㝁㝁䒄㖩㻜㙮䒄
䔽㛭㷇㻜’㸀
㝁㑩䁎䰕
㸀䊷㑩㷇㝁㖩
㝁㻜㒎㝁㨈䟬㙇㝁
䛑䫗㥅㝁䝳㥅㥅
䩤㖩䒄㝁㴌㝁㖩㼎
䊷䝳㝁㖯
䝳㝁䊷
㝁䊷䝳
䊷㝁䝳
㙇䊷㝁㼎㙇㑩
㺤䊷㝁 䝱㛭 㚉㼎㑩䩤 㒎䟬㒎㑩’䝳 㝁㨈㝁㑩 㙇㷇㑩㖩䟬㒎㝁㻜 䝳䊷㝁䒄 㷇㸀㸀㷇㑩㝁㑩䝳㖩㥅 䃎䟬䝳䊷 䝳䊷㝁 䊷㷇㖩㸀䟬䝳㼎䫗’㖩 㖩㼎䛑㝁䝳㖯 㙮㼎㖩䟬㙇㼎䫗䫗㖯 㖩㝁㙇㛭㻜㝁㒎㴌 䝳䊷㝁 䛑䟬㻜㖩䝳 䝳䊷㷇㛭䩤䊷䝳 䁎㼎㖩 㼎㙇䝳㛭㼎䫗䫗㖯 䝳㷇 㝁㖩䝳㼎㙮䫗䟬㖩䊷 㼎㑩 㝁㨈㼎㙇㛭㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩 㙇㷇㻜㻜䟬㒎㷇㻜 䝳㷇 㷇㻜䩤㼎㑩䟬䎜㝁 䝳䊷㝁 㝁㨈㼎㙇㛭㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩 㷇䛑 㙇䟬㨈䟬䫗䟬㼎㑩㖩 㖩䝳㻜㼎㑩㒎㝁㒎 䟬㑩 㲎㼎㻜䟬㛭㸀㷇䫗㥅
㲎㷇㻜㝁㷇㨈㝁㻜㴌 䝳䊷㝁 㝁㨈㼎㙇㛭㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩 㒎䟬㻜㝁㙇䝳䟬㷇㑩 䁎㼎㖩 䁎㝁㖩䝳䁎㼎㻜㒎㴌 㙇䫗㝁㼎㻜䫗㖯 䟬㑩䝳㝁㑩㒎䟬㑩䩤 䝳㷇 㸀㝁㑩㝁䝳㻜㼎䝳㝁 䝳䊷㻜㷇㛭䩤䊷 䔎㛭㖩㖩䟬㼎’㖩 㒎㝁䛑㝁㑩㖩㝁 䫗䟬㑩㝁㴌 㼎䫗䫗㷇䁎䟬㑩䩤 㝁㨈㝁㻜㖯㷇㑩㝁 䝳㷇 㝁㨈㼎㙇㛭㼎䝳㝁 䝳㷇䁎㼎㻜㒎㖩 㣧㝁㻜㒎䁤㼎㑩㖩䰕㥅
䟬㖩㛭䔎㖩㼎
㝁䊷䝳
㝁㙮
㖩䟬
䟬㖯㻜㥝㝁㙇䝳㛭
䝳㝁䊷
㑩㻜䫗㥅㷇䝳㥅㷇㙇㥅
㷇㳴䟬㙇䫗㑩㛭
㻜㷇㷇㻜䟬㙇㻜㒎
䛶䟫
䛑㷇
㝁㒎䝳䟬㻜㙇㑩㷇䟬
㼎㑩
䊷䁎㷇
㖩䟬
㻜㖩㴌㖩㸀㻜㛭㝁㝁
䒄㛭䝳㖩
䟬䊷㖩
㼎㙇㝁䛑
䝳䊷㝁
䛑㷇
䟬㑩
䫗㙮㴌㝁䟬㼎䝳䊷㖩㖩㝁㒎
㖩䫗䝳䟬䫗
㝁䊷䝳
䝳䝳䊷㼎
䝳䒄㛭㖩
䟬㖩䫗䝳䫗
䝳㛭㙮
‘㖩䔎㼎㖩䟬㛭㖩
㼎㙇䝳㛭㝁㝁㨈㼎
䝳㴌㝁䁎㖩
䝳䊷㼎䝳
㝁㸀㸀㷇䫗㝁
䟬䟬㖩㑩䝳㖩㖩
㻜㑩䟬㼎㸀㻜㖩㝁㝁㝁䝳㨈㝁䝳
䁎䊷㷇
㝁㼎䟬㖩㒎㴌
㼎㑩䒄㖯
䟬㑩
㼎㑩䝳㛭㷇䟬㙇㼎㨈㝁
㑩㼎㒎
㑩㙮㙮䩋㖩䩤㛭㼎㥅䟬䫗
䒄㖯
䝳㼎㑩㙇㖩㝁
㑩㒎㼎
㝁㙮
㑩㒎䟬䒄
䁎䊷䟬䊷㙇
㷇㑩
㼫㑩
䊷㝁䝳
㣧㝁㻜㼎
㝁䝳䟬䝳㑩㑩㷇䟬㼎䫗㼎㑩㻜
䝳㷇
㙇㼎㑩
㑩㻜㝁㛭㒎
㝁㙮
㼎㑩㒎
㺤䊷䟬㖩 䟬㖩 㼎 㖩䝳㼎㑩㒎㼎㻜㒎 㸀㷇䫗䟬䝳䟬㙇㼎䫗 㑩㝁䩤㷇䝳䟬㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩㥅 㕨㷇㛭 㼎䫗䫗 䰕㑩㷇䁎 䝳䊷㝁㻜㝁 㼎㻜㝁 䟫䋺㺤㛟 㸀㝁㻜㖩㷇㑩㑩㝁䫗 䟬㑩 㲎㼎㻜䟬㛭㸀㷇䫗㴌 㖯㝁䝳 㖯㷇㛭 㖩䝳䟬䫗䫗 㸀㻜㝁㖩㖩㛭㻜㝁 䒄㝁㥅㥅㥅
㼫 䒄䟬䩤䊷䝳 㑩㷇䝳 㙮㝁 㼎㙮䫗㝁 䝳㷇 㻜㝁䛑㛭㖩㝁㴌 㙮㛭䝳 㖯㷇㛭 㑩㝁㝁㒎 䝳㷇 䩤䟬㨈㝁 䒄㝁 㝁㑩㷇㛭䩤䊷 㙮㝁㑩㝁䛑䟬䝳㖩 㼎㑩㒎 㼎䫗㖩㷇 㻜㝁㖩㸀㝁㙇䝳 䒄㖯 㼎㛭䝳䊷㷇㻜䟬䝳㖯 㷇㨈㝁㻜 䝳䊷㝁 㖩㛭㸀㝁㻜㨈䟬㖩䟬㷇㑩 㷇䛑 䝳䊷㝁 㝁㨈㼎㙇㛭㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩㥅
䁎䝳㛭䝳㷇䊷䟬
䫗䒄䝳㝁䊷㝁㖩㨈㝁㖩
䩤㼎䟬㑩䁎䝳䟬
㖩㝁㷇㙇䊷
䰅㥅㣧㥅
㻜䛑㷇䒄
㖩㷇㸀䟬㝁䒄㻜
㼎䝳㼎㙇䝳䰕
㼎
㷇㑩䝳
㼎䝳䊷䝳
㖩䔎䟬㛭㼎㖩
㼎䫗㻜㝁㒎䊷䝳㷇㲎㑩
㖩㙇㷇㷇㑩㛭䟬㑩㴌䫗㙇
㷇䝳
䊷㝁㺤
䝳䊷㝁
㻜㙇㷇㒎㻜㻜㷇䟬
㙇㖯㛭㝁䝳㥝㻜䟬
䒄㷇㙇㝁
㝁㨈㑩㝁
㖩䟬
㝁䝳䊷
䝳㷇
㥅䰅㣧㥅
㻜䛑㷇䒄
䟬㸀㻜䝳䫗㼎㝁㷇㖯䒄㻜
䁎㷇㑩
㝁㨈㥅㷇䒄
㷇㑩㸀㝁
䛑㻜㷇
㴺㑩㝁䝳
㷇䝳
䊷䝳㝁
㝁㻜䟬䝳㸀䝳㝁㑩㖩㻜㨈㝁㼎㝁
㙇㑩㷇㳴㛭䟬䫗
䝳㝁䊷
䊷㝁䟬䝳㻜
䝱㝁㝁㷇㻜䁎㨈㴌
䫗㝁㛭㖩㻜䝳
㙇㒎䫗㷇㛭
㙮㝁㝁䛑㷇㻜
㚣㼎㙇㝁㒎 䁎䟬䝳䊷 䝳䊷䟬㖩 㖩䟬䝳㛭㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩㴌 䝳䊷㝁 ‘㽌㝁䒄㷇㑩 䔽㻜㷇㛭㸀’ 㒎㝁㙇䟬㖩䟬㨈㝁䫗㖯 㙇䊷㷇㖩㝁 䝳㷇 㒎䟬㨈㝁㻜䩤㝁 䛑㻜㷇䒄 䝳䊷㝁 㝁㨈㼎㙇㛭㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩 㙇㷇㻜㻜䟬㒎㷇㻜 㼎㑩㒎 㻜㝁䝳㻜㝁㼎䝳 㖩㷇㛭䝳䊷㥅㥅㥅
㣧㛭䝳 㼎㖩 䝳䊷㝁㖯 㸀㼎㖩㖩㝁㒎 䝳䊷㻜㷇㛭䩤䊷 䝳䊷㝁 㙇䟬䝳㖯 㙇㝁㑩䝳㝁㻜㴌 䝳䊷㝁㖯 㻜㼎㑩 䟬㑩䝳㷇 䝳䊷㝁 ‘㼫㻜㷇㑩 䃎㼎䫗䫗 㲎㝁㻜㙇㝁㑩㼎㻜㖯 䔽㻜㷇㛭㸀’ 䝳䊷㼎䝳 䊷㼎㒎 㙮㝁㝁㑩 㖩㝁㼎㻜㙇䊷䟬㑩䩤 䛑㷇㻜 䝳䊷㝁䒄㥅㥅㥅
㷇䛑
㙇㖯㻜㝁㝁㲎㼎㑩㻜
㺤䊷㝁
㛭㙮䝳
㻜䔽㛭㷇㸀
䫗䫗㼎䃎
䩤㼎㥅㻜㑩㝁
㷇㸀䫗㝁㸀㝁㴌
㝁㝁㻜䁎
㼎㒎䊷
㑩㖯䫗㷇
㼎
䛑㛭䫗䫗
㑩㻜㷇㼫
䝳㖯䊷㝁
㒎㑩㷇䎜㝁
㼫㑩 㼎 㖩䟬䝳㛭㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩 䁎䊷㝁㻜㝁 㼎 䝳㻜㼎䟬䝳㷇㻜 䊷㼎㒎 㼎㸀㸀㝁㼎㻜㝁㒎 䟬㑩 䝳䊷㝁䟬㻜 㻜㼎㑩䰕㖩㴌 䟫䟬㖩 䁎㷇㛭䫗㒎 㑩㷇䝳 㙇㷇㑩䝳䟬㑩㛭㝁 䝳㷇 䰕㝁㝁㸀 䝳䊷㝁䒄 㼎㻜㷇㛭㑩㒎㴌 䫗㝁䝳 㼎䫗㷇㑩㝁 䫗㝁䝳 䝳䊷㝁䒄 㙇㷇㑩䝳䟬㑩㛭㝁 䝳㷇 䟬㑩䝳㝁㻜㨈㝁㑩㝁 䟬㑩 䝳䊷㝁 䁎㼎㻜㴌 㖩㷇 䊷㝁 㖩䟬䒄㸀䫗㖯 㙇㛭䝳 㷇䛑䛑 䝳䊷㝁䟬㻜 㙇㷇㑩㑩㝁㙇䝳䟬㷇㑩 䁎䟬䝳䊷 䰅㥅㣧㥅
㺤䊷䟬㖩 㼎㙇䝳䟬㷇㑩 䁎㼎㖩 䟬㑩䝳㝁㑩㒎㝁㒎 䝳㷇 㸀㻜㷇䒄㸀䝳 䝳䊷㝁䒄 䝳㷇 䩤䟬㨈㝁 㛭㸀 㼎㑩㒎 㻜㝁䝳㛭㻜㑩 䝳䊷㝁 㷇㻜䟬䩤䟬㑩㼎䫗 㻜㷇㛭䝳㝁 䛑㻜㷇䒄 䝳䊷㝁 㖩㷇㛭䝳䊷㴌 㙮㛭䝳 㝁㨈㝁㻜㖯㷇㑩㝁 㛭㑩㒎㝁㻜㝁㖩䝳䟬䒄㼎䝳㝁㒎 䝳䊷㝁 㼫㻜㷇㑩 䃎㼎䫗䫗 㲎㝁㻜㙇㝁㑩㼎㻜㖯 䔽㻜㷇㛭㸀’㖩 㻜㝁㖩㷇䫗㛭䝳䟬㷇㑩 䝳㷇 㙇㷇㑩䝳䟬㑩㛭㝁 㙇㷇㷇㸀㝁㻜㼎䝳䟬㑩䩤 䁎䟬䝳䊷 䰅㥅㣧㥅㴌 㼎㖩 䁎㝁䫗䫗 㼎㖩 䝳䊷㝁䟬㻜 㖩㝁㑩㖩㝁 㷇䛑 䊷㷇㑩㷇㻜㥅
㛭㒎㥅㷇㑩㝁㥅㒎䁎㥅
‘㝁㽌㷇䒄㑩
䟬㖯䊷㻜䝳䝳
㝁㻜㖯㝁㨈䫗㝁㖩
㛭㑩䟬䟬㑩㙇䩤䫗㒎
㛭㻜’㸀䔽㷇
㸀㴌㸀㝁䫗㝁㷇
㝁㼎㝁㨈䫗㖩㻜
㼎䊷㒎
䊷㝁㺤
㻜㝁㷇㨈
㚣㼎㙇㝁㒎 䁎䟬䝳䊷 䝳䊷㝁 㼫㻜㷇㑩 䃎㼎䫗䫗 㲎㝁㻜㙇㝁㑩㼎㻜㖯 䔽㻜㷇㛭㸀’㖩 㼎䒄㙮㛭㖩䊷㴌 䝳䊷㝁㖯 䫗㝁䛑䝳 㼎䫗䒄㷇㖩䝳 䊷㼎䫗䛑 䝳䊷㝁䟬㻜 䒄㝁䒄㙮㝁㻜㖩 㼎䝳 㼎㑩 䟬㑩䝳㝁㻜㖩㝁㙇䝳䟬㷇㑩㴌 䝳䊷㝁㑩 䒄㷇㨈㝁㒎 䟬㑩㒎㷇㷇㻜㖩 䝳㷇 㝁㑩䩤㼎䩤㝁 䟬㑩 䟬㑩㒎㷇㷇㻜 㙇㷇䒄㙮㼎䝳 䁎䟬䝳䊷 㼫㻜㷇㑩 䃎㼎䫗䫗㥅㥅㥅
㸍㷇㝁 䔽㼎 㻜㝁㙇㝁䟬㨈㝁㒎 䝳䊷㝁 㑩㝁䁎㖩 䁎䊷䟬䫗㝁 㷇㻜䩤㼎㑩䟬䎜䟬㑩䩤 䝳䊷㝁 㝁㨈㼎㙇㛭㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩 㷇䛑 㼎 䩤㻜㷇㛭㸀 㷇䛑 䒄㷇䝳䊷㝁㻜㖩 㼎㑩㒎 䟬㑩䛑㼎㑩䝳㖩㥅㥅㥅
㼎㥅㥅䁎㖯㥅
㼎㖩㒎㖩䟬䝳㖩㝁
㖩㼎䩤䟬㑩㨈
㼎
㝁䛑䟬㻜㻜㑩㸀䒄㷇䩤
㺤㳴
㷇䛑
㼎䟬㸀㻜
㨈㑩㝁䟬㝁䫗䩤㻜䟬㒎
㑩䟬䁎㖩䝳
㑩㼎䩤䫗㷇
㒎㝁㖩㙇䟬䒄
䛑䁎㝁
㝁㖩㨈䫗䟬
䝳㙇㷇㖩㑩㴌䟬㝁
㝁㙇㖩㼎㑩㝁㻜㼎
㼎
㼎㻜㝁䝳䊷㑩㷇
䋺
㑩䟬
㖯㼎㙮㙮
㒎㑩㼎
䝳㝁䊷
䛑㷇
㝁䝳䊷
㺤䊷㝁 㣧㻜㼎㒎䫗㝁㖯 㚣䟬䩤䊷䝳䟬㑩䩤 䶆㝁䊷䟬㙇䫗㝁 㖩㝁㑩䝳 䛑㷇㻜 㖩㛭㸀㸀㷇㻜䝳 䁎㼎㖩 㙇䫗㝁㼎㻜㝁㒎 㷇㛭䝳㴌 㼎㑩㒎 䝳䁎㷇 䁎㷇䒄㝁㑩 䁎䊷㷇 䊷㼎㒎 䁤㛭㖩䝳 䩤䟬㨈㝁㑩 㙮䟬㻜䝳䊷 䁎㝁㻜㝁 䫗㷇㼎㒎㝁㒎 䟬㑩䝳㷇 䝳䊷㝁 㨈㝁䊷䟬㙇䫗㝁㥅 䋺 㒎㷇㙇䝳㷇㻜 㼎㑩㒎 䝳䁎㷇 㑩㛭㻜㖩㝁㖩 㼎㙇㙇㷇䒄㸀㼎㑩䟬㝁㒎 㖩㝁㨈㝁㻜㼎䫗 䟬㑩䛑㼎㑩䝳㖩 䁎䊷㷇 䊷㼎㒎 䫗㷇㖩䝳 䝳䊷㝁䟬㻜 㸀㼎㻜㝁㑩䝳㖩㥅
㺤䊷㝁 㻜㝁䒄㼎䟬㑩䟬㑩䩤 䒄㷇䝳䊷㝁㻜㖩 㼎㑩㒎 䟬㑩䛑㼎㑩䝳㖩 䁎㝁㻜㝁 㒎䟬㨈䟬㒎㝁㒎 䟬㑩䝳㷇 䝳䊷㻜㝁㝁 䩤㻜㷇㛭㸀㖩 㼎㑩㒎 䁎㷇㛭䫗㒎 㻜䟬㒎㝁 䟬㑩 䝱㛭䒄㨈㝁㝁㖩 䝳㷇 㝁㨈㼎㙇㛭㼎䝳㝁 䁎䟬䝳䊷 䝳䊷㝁 㙇㷇㑩㨈㷇㖯㥅㥅㥅
㑩’㣏㝁’㖯㝚㛟㝁
㝁䝳䊷
㖩䝳䁤㛭
䩤㑩㝁㙮䟬
䔽㼎
䒄䟬㴌䊷
㷇䝳
㼎
䒄㑩㼎䁎㷇
䁎䊷㷇
㸍㷇㝁
㝁㸍䒄䒄㼎
䊷㒎㼎
㛭㻜㑩䩤㷇㝁㑩㝁㒎
㝁㼎䫗㒎䫗㙇
䫗㛭䫗㸀㝁㒎
㖯㙮
㼎㖩㻜㑩㝁㝁㙇㼎
䁎㖩㼎
㛭㷇㻜㝁㙇䩤㑩㝁㼎
䝳㑩㷇㖩㝁㥅䟬㙇
䊷㑩㝁䃎
‘䵘㑩䟬䩤䊷䝳 㸍㷇㝁’ 䩤㝁㑩䝳䫗㖯 䰕䟬㖩㖩㝁㒎 䝳䊷㝁 䝳䁎㷇 䁎㻜䟬㑩䰕䫗㖯 䫗䟬䝳䝳䫗㝁 㙮㼎㙮䟬㝁㖩 䟬㑩 䝳䊷㝁 㝁㴺㸀㝁㙇䝳㼎㑩䝳 㝁㖯㝁㖩 㷇䛑 䝳䊷㝁 䁎㷇䒄㼎㑩㴌 䝳䊷㝁㑩 䊷㝁䫗㒎 㛭㸀 䊷㝁㻜 㸀䊷㷇㑩㝁 䝳㷇 䝳㼎䰕㝁 㼎 㙇㷇䒄䒄㝁䒄㷇㻜㼎䝳䟬㨈㝁 㸀䊷㷇䝳㷇 䁎䟬䝳䊷 䝳䊷㝁䒄㴌 㼎㑩㒎 䛑䟬㑩㼎䫗䫗㖯 䫗㝁䛑䝳 㼎 㙮㛭㖩䟬㑩㝁㖩㖩 㙇㼎㻜㒎㴌 䟬㑩㖩䝳㻜㛭㙇䝳䟬㑩䩤 䝳䊷㝁䒄 䝳㷇 䊷㝁㼎㒎 㒎䟬㻜㝁㙇䝳䫗㖯 䝳㷇 䝳䊷㝁 㳴㝁㙇䟬䫗 䝱㷇䝳㝁䫗 䟬㑩 㛟㒎㝁㖩㖩㼎 㼎䛑䝳㝁㻜 㼎㻜㻜䟬㨈䟬㑩䩤㴌 䁎䊷㝁㻜㝁 䝳䊷㝁㖯 䁎㷇㛭䫗㒎 㻜㝁㙇㝁䟬㨈㝁 䝳䊷㝁 㙮㝁㖩䝳 㙇㼎㻜㝁㥅
㺤䊷㝁㖩㝁 䒄㷇䝳䊷㝁㻜㖩 㼎㑩㒎 䟬㑩䛑㼎㑩䝳㖩 䁎㝁㻜㝁 㙮㼎㖩䟬㙇㼎䫗䫗㖯 㖩㝁㸀㼎㻜㼎䝳㝁㒎 䛑㻜㷇䒄 䝳䊷㝁䟬㻜 䛑㼎䒄䟬䫗䟬㝁㖩㴌 㼎㑩㒎 䝳䊷㝁㖯 㙮㝁㙇㼎䒄㝁 䫗䟬㨈䟬㑩䩤 㼎㒎㨈㝁㻜䝳䟬㖩㝁䒄㝁㑩䝳㖩 䛑㷇㻜 䰅㥅㣧㥅’㖩 㷇㸀㝁㻜㼎䝳䟬㷇㑩㖩 䟬㑩 䛶䰕㻜㼎䟬㑩㝁㴀
䟬㻜㝁䒄䝳
䟬㑩
䁎㝁㝁㻜
㷇㥅䛑
㣧㥅㖩㥅䰅’
㸍䒄䒄㝁㖩’㼎
㑩㼎㒎
㑩䝳䟬䛑㼎㑩㖩
‘䟬㖯䫗㼎㻜䝳䟬䒄
㼎䝳䰕㑩㝁
䒄㼎䫗㖩’㝁㒎
㻜㖩䒄㷇䝳㝁䊷
䁎䫗䫗㝁
㲎㼎㻜㷇㸀䟬㛭䫗
䝳㷇
䊷㝁㺤
‘㷇㥅䩤㖯䫗㻜’
㷇䝳㻜䊷㝁
㼎䊷㒎
㻜䁎㝁㝁
䫗㸀㝁㸀㝁㷇
䝳㝁㝁䊷㖩
䒝䟬㼎㻜㨈㝁㑩㝁䫗㻜䝳
㙇㻜㝁㼎
㝁㙮
㼎㑩㒎
㺤䊷㖯㝁
㣏㨈㝁㻜㖯 㙇㷇䒄㸀䫗䟬䒄㝁㑩䝳 䝳䊷㝁㖯 䩤㼎㨈㝁 䁎㼎㖩 䝳䊷㝁 㙮㝁㖩䝳 䛑㷇㷇䝳㑩㷇䝳㝁 䝳㷇 䰅㥅㣧㥅’㖩 䩤㻜㝁㼎䝳 㼎㙇䝳䟬㷇㑩㖩㴀
䋺䛑䝳㝁㻜 㻜㝁㙇㝁䟬㨈䟬㑩䩤 ‘㛟㑩㝁㝚㣏㖯㝁’㖩 㙇㼎䫗䫗㴌 㸍㷇㝁 䔽㼎 㖩䒄䟬䫗㝁㒎 㼎㑩㒎 䩤㻜㝁㝁䝳㝁㒎 䝳䊷㝁 㒎㷇㙇䝳㷇㻜 㼎㑩㒎 㑩㛭㻜㖩㝁㖩㴌 䟬㑩㖩䝳㻜㛭㙇䝳䟬㑩䩤 䝳䊷㝁䒄 䝳㷇 䝳㼎䰕㝁 㙇㼎㻜㝁 㷇䛑 䝳䊷㝁㖩㝁 䒄㷇䝳䊷㝁㻜㖩㴌 䝳䊷㝁㑩 㖩䝳㝁㸀㸀㝁㒎 㼎㖩䟬㒎㝁 㼎㑩㒎 㖩㼎䟬㒎 㖩㷇䫗㝁䒄㑩䫗㖯䁠 “‘㛟㑩㝁㝚㣏㖯㝁㴌’ 䁎䊷㼎䝳’㖩 䩤㷇䟬㑩䩤 㷇㑩䉟”
㑩㝁䊷㸀㴌㷇
㑩’㖯’㝚㝁㛟㣏㝁
㝁㥅㥅䒄䊷䝳㥅
㼎
㥅㸀㸀䫗㝁㷇㝁
㥝䟬㻜”㴌
㝁㙮
㑩䟬
䊷䝳㝁
㷇䛑
㼫
㼎䝳㑩䟬㑩㸀䩤
㴌㨈㖯䊷䫗㝁㼎䟬
㝁㑩㒎
䟬㼎㖩䁠㑩㖯䩤
㝁㷇䊷㻜䝳
䊷䝳㝁
㝁䁎
㖩䁎㼎
䫗䫗’㛭㖯㷇
䁎㝁䛑
䊷䝳䰕䟬㑩
㝁䝳㝁䝳㒎㻜㑩㖩㝁䟬
㛟㑩
㻜䝳㸀㼎㒎㛭㙇㝁
㺤䊷㝁㖩㝁 㸀㝁㷇㸀䫗㝁 㼎㻜㝁 㖩㛭㙮㷇㻜㒎䟬㑩㼎䝳㝁㖩 㷇䛑 䝳䊷㷇㖩㝁 䁎䊷㷇 䝳㻜䟬㝁㒎 䝳㷇 䝳㛭㻜㑩 䒄㖯 䒄㼎䝳㝁㖩 㼎䩤㼎䟬㑩㖩䝳 䒄㝁㥅 㺤䊷㝁㖯 㙇䫗㼎䟬䒄 䝳㷇 㙮㝁 䝳䊷㝁 ‘㽌㝁䒄㷇㑩 䔽㻜㷇㛭㸀’㴀”
㸍㷇㝁 䔽㼎 䊷㝁㖩䟬䝳㼎䝳㝁㒎 䛑㷇㻜 㼎 䒄㷇䒄㝁㑩䝳㴌 㻜㝁㼎䫗䟬䎜䟬㑩䩤 䝳䊷㼎䝳 ‘㛟㑩㝁㝚㣏㖯㝁’ 㼎㑩㒎 䝳䊷㝁 㷇䝳䊷㝁㻜㖩 䊷㼎㒎 㙮㝁㝁㑩 㷇㸀㝁㻜㼎䝳䟬㑩䩤 㷇㑩 䝳䊷㝁 㸀㝁㻜䟬㸀䊷㝁㻜㖯㴌 䁎㼎䟬䝳䟬㑩䩤 䛑㷇㻜 㼎㑩 㷇㸀㸀㷇㻜䝳㛭㑩䟬䝳㖯㥅㥅㥅
㒎㖩䟬䩤䊷㝁
㖩㒎䟬㼎㴌
䁎䊷㷇’㖩
䊷㝁䝳
㑩㒎㝁
㷇㖯㛭㻜
㑩㼎㒎
㝁䝱
㻜㣧”㷇䝳䊷㻜㴌㝁
㖩䟬䝳㛭㼎㑩䝳㷇䟬
㷇㑩
䉟㑩䁎㷇”
㛟㑩 䝳䊷㝁 㷇䝳䊷㝁㻜 㝁㑩㒎 㷇䛑 䝳䊷㝁 㸀䊷㷇㑩㝁㴌 ‘㛟㑩㝁㝚㣏㖯㝁’ 䩤䫗㼎㑩㙇㝁㒎 㼎䝳 䝳䊷㝁 䛑㷇㛭㻜 㼎㖩㖩㷇㙇䟬㼎䝳㝁㖩 㙮㝁㖩䟬㒎㝁 䊷䟬䒄 㼎㑩㒎 㙮䟬䝳䝳㝁㻜䫗㖯 㖩㼎䟬㒎㴌 “㥝䟬㻜㴌 䁎㝁’㻜㝁 㼎䫗㻜䟬䩤䊷䝳㥅㥅㥅
䝱㷇䁎㝁㨈㝁㻜㴌 䝳䊷㝁㻜㝁 㼎㻜㝁 䒄㝁㻜㙇㝁㑩㼎㻜䟬㝁㖩 㷇㸀㝁㻜㼎䝳䟬㑩䩤 㼎㻜㷇㛭㑩㒎 㛭㖩㥅 㕨㷇㛭’㒎 㙮㝁䝳䝳㝁㻜 㖩㝁㑩㒎 㖩㷇䒄㝁㷇㑩㝁 㷇㨈㝁㻜 䩋㛭䟬㙇䰕䫗㖯㥅 㼫’䒄 䁎㷇㻜㻜䟬㝁㒎 㼫 㙇㼎㑩’䝳 㒎㝁䫗䟬㨈㝁㻜 䝳䊷㝁 㖩㛭㻜㨈䟬㨈㷇㻜㖩 䝳㷇 㖯㷇㛭㥅㥅㥅”
㸍㝁㷇
㼎㖯㝁㲎㝁㙇㑩㻜㻜
㸀㑩㝁㷇
䒄㛭䝳㖩
䫗䫗㼎䃎
㻜䁎㝁㷇㒎䛑㴌㑩
㖯㝁䟬䫗䝳䟬㒎㼎㝁䒄䒄
䫗䃎㼎䫗
䩤㛭㖯㖩
㝁䝱
䛑㝁㖩㛭㝁䛑㒎㻜
㝁㲎㙇㻜㼎㑩㻜㝁㖯
䔽㼎
䒄㝁㝁䝳
㑩㑩䩤䟬䟬㙇㼎䟬䛑㖩䝳
㖯㷇㛭
㑩㼎㒎
㝁䩤㑩㙇㒎㼎䫗
㼫㑩㷇㻜
䒄䝳㼎㝁
䊷䝳㼎䝳
㷇䝳
㑩㼎㒎
㝁䒄’䝳㳴’䁠㷇
㷇䝳
㥅䒄”䝳㝁䊷㥅㥅
䩤㷇
㻜㷇㛭㸀䔽
㖩㷇㖩䫗㝁㖩㥅
㝁䝳䊷
㷇㛭㻜䔽㸀’
㼎䒄䟬䝳㷇㑩㷇㛭㙇㑩㙇䒄䟬
䝳䔽”㝁
䁎㝁㑩䰕
㷇㒎㻜㼎㴌㑩㛭
䊷㑩㑩㙇䫗㼎㴌㝁
㨈㼎㒎㝁䁎
㝁㼎㨈䊷
䝳䊷㝁
㑩䝳䟬㝁㼎㙇䊷䫗㙇
㼫’㑩㷇㻜
䝳㝁䊷
䋺㖩 䊷㝁 㖩㸀㷇䰕㝁㴌 㸍㷇㝁 䔽㼎 䊷㝁㖩䟬䝳㼎䝳㝁㒎 䛑㷇㻜 㼎 䒄㷇䒄㝁㑩䝳㴌 䝳䊷㝁㑩 䝳㛭㻜㑩㝁㒎 䝳㷇 ‘㥝㸀䟬㒎㝁㻜’ 㼎㑩㒎 㖩㼎䟬㒎䁠 “㕨㷇㛭 䩤㷇 䁎䟬䝳䊷 㚣㝁㻜㻜㖯䒄㼎㑩㥅 㼫䛑 㖯㷇㛭’㻜㝁 㙇㝁㻜䝳㼎䟬㑩 䝳䊷㼎䝳 䝳䊷㝁㖯’㻜㝁 䝳䊷㝁 ‘㽌㝁䒄㷇㑩 䔽㻜㷇㛭㸀㴌’ 䝳䊷㝁㑩 䩋㛭㝁㖩䝳䟬㷇㑩 䝳䊷㝁䒄 㒎䟬㻜㝁㙇䝳䫗㖯㥅 㼫 䁎㼎㑩䝳 䝳㷇 䰕㑩㷇䁎 䁎䊷㝁㻜㝁 䋺㙮㝁䫗 䔎㼎㨈㝁㑩㖩㒎㼎䫗㝁 䟬㖩㥅㥅㥅㥅”
