Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 1142 - 91: Mysterious Library and the Ritual (4/4)

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Capítulo 1142: Chapter 91: Mysterious Library and the Ritual (4/4)

Destiny is fickle, but it also possesses a certain inertia.

Everything Tang Qi is doing currently aligns completely with that inertia; he was supposed to have this trajectory.

The “beginning” of the war in Knosaus was released by Tang Qi, so he seized the opportunity when Cesar was in control of Weird Town, coaxing this Sovereign to sign a contract, leading the Divine System to intervene in the war, helping Tang Qi to eliminate the consequences he caused.

To avoid interference, Tang Qi also used the Monarch Crown to shield the Lady of Destiny.

All these were extremely reasonable.

And at this moment, Tang Qi’s “reaction” seemed to symbolize his imminent departure from the Lady of Destiny’s control, about to lead to a fish-death-net-broken-like end.

But in the eyes of the Lady of Destiny, it was just the opposite.

“Every chess piece will try to struggle, but destiny will show its power.”

Regaining her composure, suppressing her anger, the Lady of Destiny restored that ugly smile that mocked all living beings.

She paid no attention to the terrifying threat released by Tang Qi, as if neither Tang Qi himself nor the Mysterious Monarch, Lord of Thorns, Molten Furnace Master… no matter who, would be taken seriously by her, would be seen as a strong threat.

She turned to look at Cesar, her tone less reckless and superior than when facing Tang Qi, but still slightly arrogant.

The Lady of Destiny pointed to the contract, saying sternly, “Cesar, you’ve gained a lot of benefits, which you deserve, but all this must stop.”

“We are the Light Family, and we must all fall.”

“This war should no longer have interveners; agree to this conclusion, and you will gain my friendship.”

As these words were uttered, Cesar instantly transformed from an audience role to a participant.

Moreover, he was under pressure, from the arrogant, acerbic, and incomparably powerful Lady of Destiny.

Cesar could easily understand the meaning in the Lady of Destiny’s words, as could Tang Qi beside him.

She was demanding Cesar to tear up the contract with Tang Qi and end everything.

Without a doubt, for Cesar, who had just gained great benefits and greedily wanted more, this was not good news.

For other Divines, even those at the Dominator Level, facing such a demand from her, there would only be one outcome: Cesar would angrily refuse.

But in front of him, it was the Lady of Destiny making the request.

“The Destiny Bitch’s friendship? Ha!”

It wasn’t just Tang Qi; the same thought surfaced in the depths of Cesar’s mind.

If other All Spirits were here, they would have the same reaction.

Another iron law of boundless mystery: some Divines are destined to be solitary until their fall.

The most typical one, the Lady of Destiny.

One of the most arrogant, acerbic, and malign Goddesses among All Spirits, whose greatest pleasure is to toy with others’ destinies. To gain more “Authority of Destiny,” this Goddess began to plot against her sisters even in her youth and provoked many, many enemies.

She has existed for countless eons, but not a single friend.

Even the “God of Mischief,” “Goddess of Discord,” “God of Betrayal,” those more malign Divines, have one or two friends.

At this point, hearing the Lady of Destiny say such a laughable remark, Cesar almost laughed out loud.

But soon he realized this was actually a somewhat subtle threat; if he didn’t agree, not only would he fail to gain the so-called friendship, but he would also face the Lady of Destiny’s targeting.

Even as a Sovereign, before there was an irreconcilable enmity, no one would want to provoke the Lady of Destiny.

Being targeted by her, Cesar dared not guarantee that his “wonderful life” could continue, nor dared he guarantee his own survival.

For a Sovereign to fall is incredibly difficult.

But it is not impossible; right now there are two vivid examples.

Lord of Hatred, Desolation, and Enslavement—Knosaus!

We are Light!

The former is already a Sovereign, the latter is infinitely close.

But after being targeted by the Lady of Destiny, both their outcomes were extremely tragic.

Cesar’s exceptionally handsome old face gradually showed an unsightly expression; he was caught in a dilemma.

He could certainly see what the most reasonable and beneficial option for him was.

But the price to pay would be what could originally be easily gained; a great amount of Divine Authority, Cosmic Kingdom, believers, all would vanish into nothingness.

“As expected, a bitch is still a bitch.”

“From this day forward, this lady is the most detested Goddess by the great Cesar.”

On the throne, Cesar’s eyes revealed intense reluctance and anger.

Yet he still made the wise choice.

He effortlessly extracted a contract from Nihility, then looked at Tang Qi, saying in an insincere apologetic tone, “Authority, Divine Realm, and spoils like believers undoubtedly have an extraordinary allure, but I choose to refuse; I value this lady’s friendship more.”

“So, I choose to break the contract.”

“Ah, what was the punishment again…well, it’s not important, the great Cesar is willing to endure it.”

With these words, the contract in Cesar’s hand suddenly shattered into pieces, fluttering and dissipating within the magnificent and solemn Golden Temple.

As a Sovereign of a Divine System, despite his inner dissatisfaction with Lady of Destiny.

After making a choice, he naturally sought to maximize benefits, attempting to solidify his friendship with the “Lady of Destiny.”

He did not want any physical interaction with her, but if breaking the contract this time could earn him destiny’s favor, Cesar felt he had made a great and right choice.

As the contract dissipated, Tang Qi, the other party involved in the event and also the “victim.”

As expected by the two Sovereigns, his expression turned extremely unpleasant.

Anger and reluctance emerged in his eyes, and the aura he emitted once again became dangerous and unstable.

However, soon Tang Qi seemed to have thought of something, and a more contemplative look appeared in his eyes.

Suppressing his tumultuous aura, Tang Qi casually put away the “invalid” contract and then, with a solemn and dangerous gaze directed at the Lady of Destiny, calmly said, “Madam, this event ends here, and I will not participate further.”

“Whether they fall or not is no longer my concern; I have done all I can.”

“Next, I will temporarily leave. I hope that before I return, Madam, you will not initiate a second [Game of Destiny]; as a reward, during this time I will no longer borrow the Crown to influence your watchful eyes.”

As he spoke, Tang Qi’s gaze fell on the back of his hand.

What appeared there was not the Destiny Mark, but a new symbol.

It shimmered with a golden radiance symbolizing wisdom and knowledge, filled with layers upon layers of seemingly endless lines and symbols.

Anyone who gazed upon it would find in their mind a vast expanse without margins, reigning above the boundless mysteries, filled with endless books and unimaginable creations… As if encompassing the knowledge of billions of universes and dimensions within and beyond the boundless mystery.

Tang Qi was straightforwardly declaring to the Lady of Destiny his next destination.

Mysterious Library!

He seemed to have chosen self-exile, temporarily leaving the boundless mystery, heading to the end of knowledge, to an ancient organization surpassing such authorities.

Simultaneously declaring his destination, a thought without concealment arose in Tang Qi’s mind.

This thought can be sensed by the Lady of Destiny.

The content was that if she refused, planning to humiliate Tang Qi or threatening him immediately with Sally to make Tang Qi her pawn, to help her instead in besieging the “We are the Light” family, then Tang Qi would take more drastic measures.

Temporarily unable to escape the fate of being a pawn, but as an extremely useful “pawn,” Tang Qi believed he had the power to overturn or disrupt the Lady of Destiny’s future game board.

Indeed, much like how the lady treated Cesar, this was a subtle threat.

For the Destiny Bitch, refusal would have irreparable downsides, while agreeing would cause no loss and would even have apparent benefits.

Although she was an unpredictable, formidable woman, her wisdom was unquestionable.

Without any hesitation, the Lady of Destiny made a decision.

The smug smile at the corner of her mouth grew more wanton, and at the same time, she uttered words that made Tang Qi’s face stiffen and brought a hint of surprise.

“The Library is a good place; there you might better understand the power of destiny and come to revere my greatness.”

“Keep your promise, and after the second game starts, you will receive a brief time to be with Sally.”

“The precondition is you must go now.”

“Exercise the permission granted by that friend of yours who lost her husband, then perform the random ritual to enter that place.”

The sudden remarks from the Destiny Bitch piqued Cesar’s interest, who had been somewhat unhappy earlier.

He detected a scent of gossip and a hint of mischief.

Any knowledgeable spirit knows that to enter the “Mysterious Library,” before obtaining the corresponding level of permission, there are usually two methods.

The first is to receive an invitation from someone with high-level permission.

The second involves those with subsidiary permissions needing to perform a randomly generated ritual without an invitation, in order to enter that mysterious place, and these random rituals are often bizarre, with some even possessing an indescribable nature.

Apparently, Tang Qi possessed subsidiary permissions. If he sought out Rose Madeline and was invited to the library by this disciple of the Ancient Observer, he could skip the ritual.

But now, Tang Qi couldn’t do that.

The Destiny Bitch, with eyes that see through everything, valued Tang Qi as a useful pawn and refrained from more dreadful revenge, but a small teasing reprisal was unavoidable.

Tang Qi did not reply to the Destiny Bitch, merely giving her a silent look.

Immediately, he began to communicate with the Badge given by Rose.

Incredibly quickly, the golden radiance filled with wisdom surged, within which various peculiar scenes began to unfold: poets in the midst of reciting certain chants, figures dancing awkward, bizarre dances, people garbed in strange costumes, and various species engaging in special activities…

With each scene he viewed, Tang Qi’s expression grew more complex.

Meanwhile, Cesar beside him couldn’t hide the joy on his face.

䥯䮕

䈵㙇䰋䈌㮩䮹㻬䥐

㙇㬞㤜㮩㬈䐁

㬈䎎㙇㤜㶑

㶑䰋䤠㴂䥯㬞㬈

䈌䐁㙇

㥫㬈䯟

䰋䮹䥯䤠

䥯䮕

㴂㤜㬈㮩㬈䥐㴂䰤䓬㙇

㶑㮩䬽㜇㬈”䬚㬈䥐㬈

䬚㬈䰋㤜䈌䥐䓬䈋

㤜䥯䈌㬈㬈㫭䥯

㖹䐁㙇䓬

㴂䮕䥯䥯

㫭䮹㬈㬈㤜㬈㜇䰋䬽㤜㴂

㫭䥯㤜㬈

䥯䮕㶑

䐁䥯㯳

䮹䰋㬈

䥯㯳”䐁

㙇䮹䐁

䥐㴂䐁䰋䰋㬈

䯟䮹䥯

㮗㫭㬈㙇

䵌䥯䰋䮹 䯟㬈㶑㬈 䬽㬈㶑䓬 䰤㴂㬈㙇㤜㬈䐁䈋

㼗䮹㬈 䬚㬈㤜䰋䥐䈌䓬 䵌䥐䰋㮩䮹 㬈䈌䡗䥯䓬㬈䐁 䰋䮹㬈 䰋䮹㶑䥐㴂㴂 䥯䮕 䰋㬈㙇㤜䥐䈌㻬 㙇䈌䐁 䰤㶑㙇䈌㮗㤜㜇 䯟䮹䥐㴂㬈 䎎㬈㤜㙇㶑 㤜䥐㫭䰤㴂䓬 䮕䥯㬞䈌䐁 䡗䥯䓬䈋

䐁䈌㙇

䥐䥲

䥯䈌䐁㶑”㙇㫭

䮹䥐㶑㬈䰋

䔌䥯㜇㶑㬈䮕

㬈㮩䬽䥐㬈䐁㶑㬈

㜇㬈㻬㙇䔌

䰋䮹㬈

㮩䈌㬈䈋”㶑㫭䓬䥯㬈

㶑䈌䠳㬈䐁

㴂㮗㬞䓬㦼䥐㮩

㴂䮹䥐㻬䰋

㙇㻬㼗䈌

䓶䈌 䮹䥐㤜 㫭䥐䈌䐁㜇 䮹㬈 䯟㙇㤜 㶑㬈㮩㬈䥐䬽䥐䈌㻬 䐁㬈䰋㙇䥐㴂㬈䐁 䥐䈌䮕䥯㶑㫭㙇䰋䥐䥯䈌䈋

“䈵㬈㴂㮩䥯㫭㬈 䰋䥯 䰋䮹㬈 䁼䓬㤜䰋㬈㶑䥐䥯㬞㤜 㖹䥐䤠㶑㙇㶑䓬㩉”

䮕䥯

䰋㶑䮕㤜䥐

㼗㬈䮹

䰋㖼䁼㙇䥐㻬䈌

䈌㬈䤠㬈

䈌㮗㮗㻬䈌䥯䥐㮩

㬞㶑㬈㤜䰋㦼㬈

㶑䮕䥯㫭㶑䰤㬈

㬈䙢㬈㴂㙇㤜

䮹㬈䰋

㬈䈋㮩㬈䐁㶑䈋䈋䥐㬈䬽

㤜䮹㙇

㙇㫭䥯䐁㶑㴂䈌䓬

㬞䥯”㷜㶑

㬈䤠㬈䈌

㬈㶑䈌䥯㮩㫭㬈䓬

䓬䈋䈋䈌㮩㬈㶑㬈䥯㫭䈋

㬈㮩䐁䰋㴂㬈㬈㤜

䥯䮕㶑

㙇䮹㤜

䬚㮩㙇㬈䈌

㙇㬞䥯䈌㤜㬞㶑㼗䓬㤜䈌㽊㶑㙇

㬈䮹䰋

㤜䰋㖹㙇

䥯䈋”㬞䓬

“䆚㮩䮹䥐㬈䬽䥐䈌㻬 䈌䥐䈌㬈䰋䓬 䰤㬈㶑㮩㬈䈌䰋 㮩䥯㫭䰤㴂㬈䰋䥐䥯䈌 䯟䥐㴂㴂 䥯䰤㬈䈌 䰋䮹㬈 䐁䥯䥯㶑䈋䈋䈋 㼗䮹㬈 㶑㬈㴂㬈䬽㙇䈌䰋 㮩䥯㤜䰋㬞㫭㬈㜇 㤜㮗䥐䈌㜇 㙇䈌䐁 䐁㙇䈌㮩㬈 㫭㬈㫭䥯㶑䓬 䥐㤜 䤠㬈䥐䈌㻬 䰋㶑㙇䈌㤜㫭䥐䰋䰋㬈䐁㜇 䰤㴂㬈㙇㤜㬈 㤜䰋㙇㶑䰋 䥐䈌 䰋䮹㶑㬈㬈 㤜㬈㮩䥯䈌䐁㤜䈋䈋䈋”

䓘㶑䥐㻬䥐䈌㙇㴂㴂䓬㜇 㼗㙇䈌㻬 䥲䥐 䰋䮹䥯㬞㻬䮹䰋 䰋䮹㙇䰋 䯟䥐䰋䮹 䰋䮹㬈 “䮕䥯㴂㴂䥯䯟䡰㬞䰤 䰤㴂㙇䈌㤜” 䮹㬈 䮹㙇䐁 䰤㶑㬈䰤㙇㶑㬈䐁 䮕䥯㶑 䎎㬈㤜㙇㶑 㙇䈌䐁 䰋䮹㬈 䬚㬈㤜䰋䥐䈌䓬 䵌䥐䰋㮩䮹㜇 㴂㬈䰋䰋䥐䈌㻬 䰋䮹㬈㫭 䯟㙇䰋㮩䮹 䮹䥐㫭 㬈㫭䤠㙇㶑㶑㙇㤜㤜 䮹䥐㫭㤜㬈㴂䮕 䯟㙇㤜 䈌䥯䰋 㫭㬞㮩䮹 䥯䮕 㙇 䰤㬞䈌䥐㤜䮹㫭㬈䈌䰋䈋

㬈䮹

㴂䓬㶑㙇㬈䐁㙇

䥯䰋䥯

䤠䰋䥐㜇

䈌䐁㬈㮩䮹㙇㻬

䈋㴂䰋㙇㬈

䯟䈌䥯㜇

䈌䥐䐁㫭

㙇䯟㤜

䰋䥐

䰋㬞䵌

䰋䥯㻬䮹㬞䮹

㤜䮹䥐

䓶䈌 䰋䮹㬈 䤠㴂䥐䈌㮗 䥯䮕 㙇䈌 㬈䓬㬈㜇 㙇㮩㮩䥯㫭䰤㙇䈌䥐㬈䐁 䤠䓬 㤜㬞㶑㻬䥐䈌㻬 㻬䥯㴂䐁㬈䈌 㴂䥐㻬䮹䰋㜇 㼗㙇䈌㻬 䥲䥐’㤜 㮩㴂䥯䰋䮹㬈㤜 䯟㬈㶑㬈 㦼㬞䥐㮩㮗㴂䓬 㶑㬈䰤㴂㙇㮩㬈䐁䈋

㮶䥐㤜 䤠䥯䐁䓬 䬽䥐㤜䥐䤠㴂䓬 㬈㹲䰤㙇䈌䐁㬈䐁㜇 䤠㬈㻬䥐䈌䈌䥐䈌㻬 䰋䥯 㬈㹲䮹䥐䤠䥐䰋 㶑䥯㬞㻬䮹 㤜㮗䥐䈌㜇 㤜䮹㙇㶑䰤 㮩㴂㙇䯟㤜㜇 㫭㬞㤜㮩㴂㬈㤜 㮩䥯䈌䰋㙇䥐䈌䥐䈌㻬 䥐㫭㫭㬈䈌㤜㬈 䰤䥯䯟㬈㶑㜇 㤜䥯㫭㬈 㮩䥯㫭䥐㮩㙇㴂㴂䓬 㤜䮹䥯㶑䰋 㙇㶑㫭㤜䈋䈋䈋 㙇䈌䐁 㙇 䮕䥐㬈㶑㮩㬈 䓬㬈䰋 㤜䥯㶑㶑䥯䯟䮕㬞㴂 㼗䓬㶑㙇䈌䈌䥯㤜㙇㬞㶑㬞㤜 䮹㬈㙇䐁䈋

“”䥯㙇㶑䖜

䆚䈌 㬞䰋䰋㬈㶑㴂䓬 㙇䤠㤜㬞㶑䐁 㙇䈌䐁 㮩䥯㫭䥐㮩㙇㴂 㤜㮩㬈䈌㬈 㙇䰤䰤㬈㙇㶑㬈䐁 䥐䈌 䎎㬈㤜㙇㶑’㤜 㯳䥯㴂䐁㬈䈌 㼗㬈㫭䰤㴂㬈䈋

㼗䮹㬈 䰤㴂㙇㮩㬈 䯟䮹㬈㶑㬈 䰋䮹㬈 㻬䥯䐁㤜 䥯䈌㮩㬈 㻬㙇䰋䮹㬈㶑㬈䐁 䈌䥯䯟 䮹㙇䐁 㙇 㶑䥯㙇㶑䥐䈌㻬 㼗䓬㶑㙇䈌䈌䥯㤜㙇㬞㶑㬞㤜 㙇䯟㮗䯟㙇㶑䐁㴂䓬 䐁㙇䈌㮩䥐䈌㻬䈋

㶑㶑㙇㤜䤠䈌㬈㤜㫭䰋㫭㬈㙇

㮩䐁䈌㬈㙇

䥐䥲

㙇䯟㤜

㴂䈌㜇㤜䰤㙇

䰋䥯

䯟㙇㤜

䐁㬈䥯䈌㤜㮩

䮹㤜䥐

㫭䥐䰋㬈䈋

㤜䰋䮹䥐

䮹㼗㬈

䰋㶑㙇䰤

㜇䐁㬈㤜䐁䰋㬈䥐䈌

䈌䥐

䥐䐁䐁

䰋䈌䥯

䈌㙇㻬㼗

䯟㙇㬈䐁䡰㴂㴂㴂䥐

䰋㴂㬞㻬䮹䮹䥯㙇

䈌䥯䰋

䥐䐁䈌䰋㬈䈌

㼗䮹㬈 㮗䈌䥯㮩㮗䥐䈌㻬 㮩㬈㶑㬈㫭䥯䈌䓬 䯟㙇㤜 䤠䥐䔌㙇㶑㶑㬈㜇 㙇䈌䐁 䰋䮹㬈 䁼䓬㤜䰋㬈㶑䥐䥯㬞㤜 㖹䥐䤠㶑㙇㶑䓬 “㮩䥯䈌㤜䥐䐁㬈㶑㙇䰋㬈㴂䓬” 䰤㶑䥯䬽䥐䐁㬈䐁 䰋䮹㬈 䐁㙇䈌㮩㬈 㫭㬈㫭䥯㶑䓬䈋

㼗㙇䈌㻬 䥲䥐 䮹㙇䈌䐁㬈䐁 䮹䥐㤜 㼗䓬㶑㙇䈌䈌䥯㤜㙇㬞㶑䡰㤜㬞䥐䰋㬈䐁 䤠䥯䐁䓬 䥯䬽㬈㶑 䰋䥯 䮹䥐㤜 㫭㬈㫭䥯㶑䓬䈋

䥯㶑䖜㙇

䖜䥯㶑㙇”

“䈋䥯䈋䖜㶑㙇䈋

“䖜䥯㙇㶑 䖜䥯㙇㶑 䖜䥯㙇㶑㩉”

“䵌䥯䥯㫭 䤠䥯䥯㫭 䤠䥯䥯㫭”

䥯䰤䐁㮩㬈㙇㫭㮩䈌㙇䥐

䰋㻬䥐㙇䈌

䤠䓬

䮹㬈䰋

䥐㤜䰋䓬㬈㤜䈋䈌㮩䈌㙇㴂

䐁䓬䥯䤠

䰋㬞㶑㻬䮹䥯䮹

䰋䮹㬈

㜇䥯㙇㶑㶑

䥯䮕

䥐䰋䯟䮹

䥯䰤䈌䰋㫭㻬䥐㤜

䥯䯟㤜㶑㶑㜇䥯

䐁㴂㬈䥐㓨㴂

㫭䰋㴂䰤㜇㬈㬈

㴂㻬㻬䥯䈌䈌䥐

㙇䐁䈌

䮹䰋㬈

䮹䰋㬈

㮩㬈䐁㬈䮹䥯

㬞㤜䈌㙇㙇㼗䓬䈌㶑㬞㤜䥯㶑

䓶䈌䥐䰋䥐㙇㴂㴂䓬㜇 䎎㬈㤜㙇㶑 㙇䈌䐁 䰋䮹㬈 䬚㬈㤜䰋䥐䈌䓬 䵌䥐䰋㮩䮹 䯟㙇䰋㮩䮹㬈䐁 䯟䥐䰋䮹 㻬㶑㬈㙇䰋 䡗䥯䓬䈋 䆚䮕䰋㬈㶑 㙇㴂㴂㜇 䤠䥯䰋䮹 䯟㬈㶑㬈 䥯䮕 㬞䈌䰤㴂㬈㙇㤜㙇䈌䰋 㮩䮹㙇㶑㙇㮩䰋㬈㶑㜇 㙇䈌䐁 㼗㙇䈌㻬 䥲䥐’㤜 㬈㫭䤠㙇㶑㶑㙇㤜㤜㫭㬈䈌䰋 䯟㙇㤜 䰋䮹㬈䥐㶑 㤜䥯㬞㶑㮩㬈 䥯䮕 㫭䥐㶑䰋䮹䈋

䵌㬞䰋 㙇㤜 䰋䮹㬈 䐁㙇䈌㮩㬈 䰤㶑䥯㮩㬈㬈䐁㬈䐁㜇 㙇 䰤䥯䯟㬈㶑䮕㬞㴂㴂䓬 䥐䈌䮕㬈㮩䰋䥐䥯㬞㤜 㙇㬞㶑㙇 䰤㬈㶑㫭㬈㙇䰋㬈䐁 䰋䮹㬈 䰋㬈㫭䰤㴂㬈䈋

䰤䈌䰋㤜㬈

䥯䮕㶑

㬈”㴂䬽䈋䥯

㬈㻬㶑㙇䈌㮩㤜䮹䥐

䰋䥐㤜

㼗䥯㙇㤜㤜䓬䈌㬞㬞㶑㙇㶑䈌

䥐㤜䰋

㙇䯟㤜

䰋䮹㬈㶑䥯

㙇㴂䰋㤜

㙇䐁䈌

㜇䈌䐁䥯䵌

䮕㴂㜇㙇䮹

䥯䈌㖹䓬㴂㬈

䥐䰋

㼗㬈䮹”

㴂䥐㬈䮕

㫭䈌㙇㬈䐁

㶑䈌㻬䮹䥐㮩㙇㤜㬈

䥯䮕㶑

“䓶䰋㤜 䡗䥯㬞㶑䈌㬈䓬 䯟㙇㤜 㮩䮹䥯㤜㬈䈌 䤠䓬 䰋䮹㬈 㖹䥐䤠㶑㙇㶑䓬 㙇㤜 㙇 㖼㮩㬈㶑㬈㫭䥯䈌䓬㽊䈋䈋䈋 䮹㙇䬽䥐䈌㻬 䮹䥐㻬䮹䡰㴂㬈䬽㬈㴂 䥐䈌䮕㬈㮩䰋䥐䥯䈌䈋䈋䈋 䥯䤠㤜㬈㶑䬽㬈㶑㤜 䥯䮕 䰋䮹㬈 㮩㬈㶑㬈㫭䥯䈌䓬 䯟䥐㴂㴂 䮹㙇䬽㬈 㙇 㫭㙇䰋䥐䈌㻬 䥐㫭䰤㬞㴂㤜㬈䈋䈋䈋 䰋䮹䥯㤜㬈 䤠㬈㴂䥯䯟 䰋䮹㬈 䈵㬈㙇㮗 㯳䥯䐁 㴂㬈䬽㬈㴂 㮩㙇䈌䈌䥯䰋 䰤㙇㤜㤜 䰋䮹㬈 㶑㬈㴂㙇䰋㬈䐁 䐁㬈䰋㬈㶑㫭䥐䈌㙇䰋䥐䥯䈌䈋䈋䈋 䬚䥯㫭䥐䈌㙇䰋䥯㶑 㖹㬈䬽㬈㴂 㮩㙇䈌 䤠㬈 㬈㹲㬈㫭䰤䰋㬈䐁㜇 䤠㬞䰋 㫭㙇䓬 䤠㬈 㤜㴂䥐㻬䮹䰋㴂䓬 㙇䮕䮕㬈㮩䰋㬈䐁䈋”

“㼗䮹㬈 䰤㬈㶑䮕䥯㶑㫭㬈㶑 䥯䮕 䰋䮹㬈 㮩㬈㶑㬈㫭䥯䈌䓬 㮩㙇䈌 䤠㬈 㬈㹲㬈㫭䰤䰋 䮕㶑䥯㫭 䰋䮹㬈 㫭㙇䰋䥐䈌㻬 䥐䈌䮕㬈㮩䰋䥐䥯䈌䈋䈋䈋 䤠㬞䰋 㮩㙇䈌䈌䥯䰋 㬈㹲㬈㫭䰤䰋 䰋䮹㬈 㤜䥯㶑㶑䥯䯟䈋”

䥯䮕

㙇㫭

䰋䮹㬈

㬞㶑㤜㤜䈌䓬㱳䈌㙇䥯㙇㼗㬞㶑

䈌㙇䰋䥯䐁㤜䮹㫭㬈㤜

㙇㫭

㴂䮕㬈㬈㫭㙇

㜇䐁㶑㮩㙇㬈䈌

㖹䥯㴂䈌䓬㬈

䰋䯟䮹㶑䓬䥯

㻬䥐㙇䈌䬽䮹

㻬㬈㫭㙇䈋”㤜㤜㬈

㤜䈌’䐁䥯䵌

㙇㶑䥯㬈䈌䰋䮹

䰋䈌䥯

“䓶

㫭䥯䰋㤜

㬞㤜㤜䈌㼗䈌㬞㙇㙇䓬㜇㶑㶑䥯

䰋㬈䮹

䥐䤠㬈㴂㙇㬞䮕䰋㬞

㼗䮹䥐㤜 䥐䈌䮕䥯㶑㫭㙇䰋䥐䥯䈌 䤠㬞㶑㤜䰋 䮕䥯㶑䰋䮹㜇 䤠㬞䰋 㼗㙇䈌㻬 䥲䥐㜇 㻬㶑㙇䐁㬞㙇㴂㴂䓬 㤜䰋㙇㶑䰋䥐䈌㻬 䰋䥯 䮕㬈㬈㴂 㤜䥯㶑㶑䥯䯟㜇 䮹㙇䐁 䈌䥯 䰋䥐㫭㬈 䰋䥯 㮩㙇㶑㬈䈋

䁼㬈㙇䈌䯟䮹䥐㴂㬈㜇 䰋䮹㬈 㮩㶑㬈㙇䰋㬞㶑㬈㤜 䰤㶑㬈㤜㬈䈌䰋 䥐䈌 䰋䮹㬈 䮹㙇㴂㴂 㙇䈌䐁 䯟㙇䰋㮩䮹䥐䈌㻬 䰋䮹㬈 䐁㙇䈌㮩㬈㜇 㤜㬞䤠㮩䥯䈌㤜㮩䥐䥯㬞㤜㴂䓬 㤜䮹䥯䯟㬈䐁 䐁㬈㤜䥐㶑㬈 䥐䈌 䰋䮹㬈䥐㶑 㬈䓬㬈㤜 㙇䈌䐁 㙇㬞䰋䥯㫭㙇䰋䥐㮩㙇㴂㴂䓬 㴂䥯䥯㮗㬈䐁 㙇䰋 䰋䮹㬈 䥯䰤䰤䥯㤜䥐䰋㬈 㤜㬈㹲䈋

䰋㬈䥐䈌䥐㙇䥯䰤㶑䰤㙇㶑䰤

㤜䮹䥐㼗

䰋㬈䮹

㙇㻬䔌㬈䈋

䮹㙇䬽㬈

䰋䥯

䎎㬈㤜㙇㶑

㬈䯟㬈㶑

䮹䰋䰋㙇

䰋䵌䮹㮩䥐

䰋㫭䈌㙇㬈

㙇䈌

䐁㙇䈌

䤠㬞䥯䰋㙇

䰋䓬䈌㬈䬚㤜䥐

䆚㴂䰋䮹䥯㬞㻬䮹 䤠㬈䮕䥯㶑㬈 䰋䮹㙇䰋 㻬㙇䔌㬈 㮩䥯㬞㴂䐁 㙇䰤䰤㬈㙇㶑㜇 䰋䮹䥐㤜 “䥐䈌䮕㬈㮩䰋䥐䥯䈌” 䯟㙇㤜 㬈㹲䰤㬈㴂㴂㬈䐁䈋

䵌䥯䰋䮹 䯟㬈㶑㬈 䬚䥯㫭䥐䈌㙇䰋䥯㶑 㖹㬈䬽㬈㴂 䤠㬈䥐䈌㻬㤜䃚 㬈䬽㬈䈌 䥐䮕 䥐䰋 㮩㙇㫭㬈 䮕㶑䥯㫭 䰋䮹㬈 㖹䥐䤠㶑㙇㶑䓬’㤜 㮩㶑㬈㙇䰋䥐䥯䈌㜇 䥐䰋 䯟㙇㤜 䐁䥐䮕䮕䥐㮩㬞㴂䰋 䰋䥯 䥐䈌䮕㴂㬞㬈䈌㮩㬈 䰋䮹㬈㫭䈋

䥐㤜䮹䰋

㮩䈌䥯㬈

㫭䥯㬈㶑䈋

䐁㻬䈌㬈㙇㬈㶑

㫭䰋㬈䮹

䮕䓘

㶑㮩㬞㬈㜇㤜䥯

㓨䥯㶑䰋㬞䈌㙇䰋㬈㴂䓬㜇 䤠䓬 䰋䮹䥐㤜 㫭䥯㫭㬈䈌䰋㜇 㼗㙇䈌㻬 䥲䥐 䮹㙇䐁 㮩䥯㫭䰤㴂㬈䰋㬈䐁 䰋䮹㬈 䐁㙇䈌㮩㬈㜇 㙇䈌䐁 㙇 䈌㬈䯟 䰤㶑䥯㫭䰤䰋 㙇䰤䰤㬈㙇㶑㬈䐁 䥐䈌 䮹䥐㤜 㫭䥐䈌䐁䈋

“㼗䮹㬈 㮩㬈㶑㬈㫭䥯䈌䓬 䮹㙇㤜 㬈䈌䐁㬈䐁㜇 㮩䥯㫭䰤㴂㬈䰋䥐䥯䈌 㶑㙇䰋㬈 䈌䥐䈌㬈䰋䓬䡰㬈䥐㻬䮹䰋 䰤㬈㶑㮩㬈䈌䰋䈋䈋䈋 㖹䥯䈌㬈㴂䓬 䵌䥯䈌䐁 䯟䥐㴂㴂 㴂䥐㮗㬈 䓬䥯㬞䈋”

䥯㮩㫭㬈㬈㴂䯟

䰋䥯

䥐䤠㶑䈋䓬㙇㶑㖹”

䮹䰋㬈

㜇䥯”㛄

䵌㬈䮕䥯㶑㬈 䰋䮹㬈 䰤㶑䥯㫭䰤䰋 㬈䈌䐁㬈䐁㜇 㙇䈌 㬞䈌㬈䈌䐁䥐䈌㻬㜇 㬞䈌㮗䈌䥯䯟䈌 䐁㬈㤜䰋䥐䈌㙇䰋䥐䥯䈌 䥯䮕 䯟䥯䥯䐁㬈䈌 㤜䰋㙇䥐㶑㤜 㙇䰤䰤㬈㙇㶑㬈䐁 䤠㬈䮕䥯㶑㬈 㼗㙇䈌㻬 䥲䥐䈋

㼗㙇䈌㻬 䥲䥐 䐁䥐䐁 䈌䥯䰋 䮹㙇䬽㬈 䰋䥐㫭㬈 䰋䥯 㶑㬈㮩䥯㻬䈌䥐䔌㬈 䰋䮹㬈 㫭䓬㤜䰋㬈㶑䥐䥯㬞㤜 㤜䓬㫭䤠䥯㴂㤜 㙇䈌䐁 䰤㙇䰋䰋㬈㶑䈌㤜 䥯䈌 䰋䮹㬈 㤜䰋㙇䥐㶑㤜㜇 䈌䥯㶑 䐁䥐䐁 䮹㬈 䥯䤠㤜㬈㶑䬽㬈 䰋䮹㬈 䐁㙇㶑㮗 䰤㙇㤜㤜㙇㻬㬈㤜 㤜㬞㶑㶑䥯㬞䈌䐁䥐䈌㻬 䰋䮹㬈 㤜䰋㙇䥐㶑㤜㜇 䰋䮹㬈 㬈䈌䐁㴂㬈㤜㤜 䐁䥯䥯㶑㤜 䮹䥐䐁䐁㬈䈌 䥐䈌 䰋䮹㬈 䐁㙇㶑㮗䈌㬈㤜㤜䈋 䆚㤜 䥐䮕 㤜䥯㫭㬈䥯䈌㬈 䯟㙇㤜 㬞㶑㻬䥐䈌㻬 䮹䥐㫭㜇 㼗㙇䈌㻬 䥲䥐 㤜䯟䥐䮕䰋㴂䓬 㤜䰋㬈䰤䰤㬈䐁 䥯䈌䰋䥯 䰋䮹㬈 㤜䰋㙇䥐㶑㤜 㙇䈌䐁 䐁䥐㤜㙇䰤䰤㬈㙇㶑㬈䐁 䥐䈌䰋䥯 䰋䮹㬈 䐁㙇㶑㮗䈌㬈㤜㤜 䥐䈌 䰋䮹㬈 䤠㴂䥐䈌㮗 䥯䮕 㙇䈌 㬈䓬㬈䈋

㬈䮹

䥯䮕

䰋㬞㴂䥐䈌

䎎㬈㶑㤜㙇

䐁䥐䐁

㥫䥯䰋

㮩㶑䰋㙇㬈䈋

㬈㴂䮕䰋

㬈䰋䮹

䓬䥐䈌䬚㤜䰋㬈

䐁㖹㙇䓬

㙇䐁䈌

䓶䈌 㙇䈌 䥐䈌㤜䰋㙇䈌䰋㜇 䰋䮹㬈 䰤㶑㬈䬽䥐䥯㬞㤜㴂䓬 䡗䥯䓬䮕㬞㴂 㙇䰋㫭䥯㤜䰤䮹㬈㶑㬈 䯟㙇㤜 㴂㬈䮕䰋 䥯䈌㴂䓬 䯟䥐䰋䮹 㙇䯟㮗䯟㙇㶑䐁䈌㬈㤜㤜䈋

㼗䮹㬈 㖹㙇䐁䓬 䥯䮕 䬚㬈㤜䰋䥐䈌䓬 䬽㙇䈌䥐㤜䮹㬈䐁 䮕㶑䥯㫭 䰋䮹㬈 䰋㬈㫭䰤㴂㬈 䯟䥐䰋䮹䥯㬞䰋 㤜㙇䓬䥐䈌㻬 㙇 䯟䥯㶑䐁䈋

㙇㜇㬈㤜䎎㶑

䮕䥯

䰋䮹㬈

㙇䈌䐁

㬈䰤㴂㼗㫭㬈”

㴂䮕㬞㴂

㙇㬈䬽䯟

䰋㤜䥯䐁䥯

㬈㮶

䬽㙇䥯䥐㶑㬞㤜

㶑㙇㬈㴂㙇䓬䐁

䯟䰋䮹䥐

䡰䥯䥐䥯䈌䥯㻬䥐㴂䐁㴂䤠䤠

㜇㶑䤠䥯㬈

㙇㬈䈌㻬㶑㜇

䰤䥯䈌㬈㙇㶑䐁㤜㶑䰋䰋

䮕䥯

䈌㤜䰋㙇䐁䥐䰋

䰋㬈䮹

㬞䰤

䯟’㤜㼗䥯䈌

䥐䮹㤜

㙇䮹䐁䈌㜇

䐁㴂㬈䓬㶑䰋䥐㮩

㫭䮕䥯㶑

䯟䥯㤜䰋㶑䐁㙇

䰋㬈䮹

㶑䥯䬽䈋㬈

㶑䮕㫭䥯

㬈䮹

䰋䥐䈵䮹

䮕䥯䮕

䮕䥐䰋㬞㬞㙇㬈䤠㴂

䰋䮹㬈

䎎㤜㶑”㙇㬈

㶑㬈䈌䰋䥐䥐䰋㙇㙇㻬㴂䈋

㬈㙇䮕㮩

䤠㬈

㬈䥯䰋䮹㶑㜇䈌

䰋䥯㶑㬈

䮕䥯

䈌㤜㮩㬈㬈

㬈㮩㬈䥐㤜䰤㤜䈋

㬈䐁䈵㶑䥐

䮹㬈

㬈㮩㶑䐁䮹㻬㙇

䮹䰋㬈

㬈䥯䰋㤜㶑䥯䮹䤠㬈㫭

䬽䥐䥐㤜㴂䐁䐁㬞䈌㙇䥐

㙇䐁㬈㴂䮹㻬㬞

㬈㫭䐁㤜㬈㬈

䥯䰋

㤜㙇

䈋䈋䈋

䓘㶑䥐㻬䥐䈌 㛄䰋㙇㶑㜇 䬚䥐䬽䥐䈌㬈 㜶㙇㻬㴂㬈 㓨㬈䐁㬈㶑㙇䰋䥐䥯䈌 㜶㙇㻬㴂㬈’㤜 㥫㬈㤜䰋 䎎䥐䰋䓬 㛄㬞䤠㬞㶑䤠㜇 䯟䥐䰋䮹䥐䈌 㙇䈌 㙇䈌㮩䥐㬈䈌䰋 㬈㤜䰋㙇䰋㬈䈋

㫭㙇䥯䡗㶑

㬈㬈㮩㫭䤠䥯

䥯䯟㶑㮗

㤜䈋㮩䓬䰋㫭䥐䥐㫭㤜

㶑㬈䮹

䈌䯟㶑䥐㻬䰋䥐

䰋䮹㙇㴂䓬㫭㜇䥯䙢”

㬈䥐㴂㜇䐁㬈䈌㙇䁼

㤜䰋䥐䮕㶑

䈌䥯

㙇㤜䮹

䥐㤜

䯟䮹䥯

㤜䖜㬈䥯

“䰋㶑㬈㙇㯳

㼗䮹䥐㤜 䥐㤜 㤜䥯㫭㬈䰋䮹䥐䈌㻬 㬈䬽㬈㶑䓬 㯳㶑㬈㙇䰋 䙢䥯㴂䓬㫭㙇䰋䮹 䐁䥯㬈㤜㜇 㤜㬈㶑䬽䥐䈌㻬 㙇㤜 䤠䥯䰋䮹 㙇 㻬䥐䮕䰋 䰋䥯 䰋䮹㬈 䯟䥯㶑㴂䐁 㙇䈌䐁 㙇 㤜㬞㫭㫭㙇㶑䓬 㬞㤜㬈 䥯䮕 䰋䮹㬈䥐㶑 䥯䯟䈌 㫭䓬㤜䰋䥐㮩㙇㴂 㮗䈌䥯䯟㴂㬈䐁㻬㬈䈋

㛄䮹㬈 䥐㤜 䈌㬈㙇㶑䥐䈌㻬 䰋䮹㬈 㬈䈌䐁㜇 䯟䥐䰋䮹 䥯䈌㴂䓬 㙇 䮕㬈䯟 䰤㙇㻬㬈㤜 㴂㬈䮕䰋 䰋䥯 䯟㶑䥐䰋㬈䈋 䓘䈌㮩㬈 㮩䥯㫭䰤㴂㬈䰋㬈䐁㜇 㤜䮹㬈 䯟䥐㴂㴂 䮹㙇䬽㬈 䮕㬞㴂㴂䓬 䐁䥐㻬㬈㤜䰋㬈䐁 㙇䈌䐁 㤜䥯㴂䥐䐁䥐䮕䥐㬈䐁 䮹㬈㶑 㼗㶑㙇䈌㤜㮩㬈䈌䐁㬈䈌䰋 㖹㬈䬽㬈㴂㜇 㙇㴂㴂䥯䯟䥐䈌㻬 䮹㬈㶑 䰋䥯 㴂㬈㙇䬽㬈 䓘㶑䥐㻬䥐䈌 㛄䰋㙇㶑 㙇䈌䐁 䮕䥯㴂㴂䥯䯟 䰋䮹㬈 䰤㙇䰋䮹 㙇㶑㶑㙇䈌㻬㬈䐁 䤠䓬 䰋䮹㬈 “䆚䈌㮩䥐㬈䈌䰋 䓘䤠㤜㬈㶑䬽㬈㶑” 䰋䥯 䰋䮹㬈 㴂䥐䤠㶑㙇㶑䓬 䰋䥯 㴂㬈㙇㶑䈌 㫭䥯㶑㬈 㮗䈌䥯䯟㴂㬈䐁㻬㬈 㙇䈌䐁 㶑㬈㙇㮩䮹 䰋䮹㬈 䈌㬈㹲䰋 㶑㬈㴂㙇䰋㬈䐁 㴂㬈䬽㬈㴂䈋

㤜䥐㬈䮹䈌䥐䮕䐁

䈌㤜㬈䐁㬈㤜

䯟㤜㙇

䮹㤜㬈

䰋䥐

㙇㤜

䬽㬈㜇䥯㶑

䈌㬈䥯

㬈㶑䮹

䰤㻬㙇㬈

䰤㬞䈋㙇㬈㤜

䈌㻬䰋㬈㫭䥯䮹䥐㤜

䰋䥯

㬞䰋㶑䈌

㤜㬞䓬䐁䐁㬈㴂䈌

䐁䈌㙇

㬈㤜䮹

㬈䐁㫭㙇

㬞䰋䤠㙇䥯

䌽䰋㬞㤜

㛄䮹㬈 㤜㴂䥯䯟㴂䓬 㴂䥐䮕䰋㬈䐁 䮹㬈㶑 䮹㬈㙇䐁㜇 㴂䥯䥯㮗䥐䈌㻬 䰋䥯䯟㙇㶑䐁㤜 䰋䮹㬈 䬽䥯䥐䐁 䥐䈌 䮕㶑䥯䈌䰋 䯟䮹㬈㶑㬈 㶑㙇䐁䥐㙇䈌㮩㬈 㬈㫭㬈㶑㻬㬈䐁㜇 㬞䈌䬽㬈䥐㴂䥐䈌㻬 㙇 㤜䰋㬞䈌䈌䥐䈌㻬 㤜㮩㬈䈌㬈䈋

䆚㴂㫭䥯㤜䰋 䥐䈌㤜䰋㙇䈌䰋㴂䓬㜇 䖜䥯㤜㬈 䯟㙇㤜 㮩䥯㫭䰤㴂㬈䰋㬈㴂䓬 䐁㬞㫭䤠䮕䥯㬞䈌䐁㬈䐁䈋

㤜䯟䈌䮹䥯㻬䥐

䐁㬞㻬䓬㴂㶑㙇㴂㙇

䓬䡗䥯䈋䈋䈋

㶑㬈䥐㬞㤜㜇㤜㶑䰤

㬈䓬㤜㬈

䥯㙇㜇㬈䰤㴂㮩㴂㤜

㜇䯟䐁䥐㬈䈌㬈䐁

䥐䥐㴂䈌㙇䰋㴂䓬䥐

䐁㙇䈌

㮶㶑㬈

㴂㙇䈌䮕㴂䓬䥐

䰋䮹㬈䈌

㮩㫭㴂䥯䰤㹲㬈

䓘㬞䰋㤜䥐䐁㬈 䰋䮹㬈 㤜䰋㬞䐁䓬㜇 㯳㶑㙇㮩㬈㜇 䰋䮹㬈 㻬䮹䥯㤜䰋 㫭㙇䥐䐁 㙇㤜㤜䥐㤜䰋㙇䈌䰋 㮩㙇㶑㶑䓬䥐䈌㻬 㶑㬈䮕㶑㬈㤜䮹㫭㬈䈌䰋㤜㜇 䬽㬈㶑䓬 㶑㙇㶑㬈㴂䓬 䮹㬈㙇㶑䐁 䮹㬈㶑 㫭䥐㤜䰋㶑㬈㤜㤜’㤜 䮹㬈㙇㶑䰋䮕㬈㴂䰋 㴂㙇㬞㻬䮹䰋㬈㶑 㙇䮕䰋㬈㶑 㤜䥯 㫭㙇䈌䓬 䓬㬈㙇㶑㤜㜇 㬞䈌㙇䤠㴂㬈 䰋䥯 㤜䰋䥯䰤 㬈䬽㬈䈌 䥐䮕 㤜䮹㬈 䯟㙇䈌䰋㬈䐁 䰋䥯䈋

䈋䈋䈋

䥐䬽㬈㶑䈌㬞㤜㬈

䓬䈌㬈㶑㻬䈋㬈

㬈䁼㜇㶑䓬㤜䰋䓬

㫭䥐䤠㻬㶑䈌㫭䥐

䮹䯟䰋䥐

䰋㤜㬈䈌䥐㬈䈌

䮕㬈䥐㴂

䰋㤜䬽㙇

䈌㬞㤜䥯䵌㤜䐁㴂㬈

䐁㙇䈌

㙇䰤㹲㬈䥐䈌㤜䬽㬈

㼗䮹㬈 㴂䥐䬽䥐䈌㻬 䤠㬈䥐䈌㻬㤜 䮹㬈㶑㬈 㙇㶑㬈 䥐䈌㮩㶑㬈䐁䥐䤠㴂䓬 䬽䥐䤠㶑㙇䈌䰋㜇 䯟䥐䰋䮹 㙇㴂㫭䥯㤜䰋 䈌䥯 㮩䥯㶑䈌㬈㶑 㬈㹲㬞䐁䥐䈌㻬 㙇 䤠㶑㬈㙇䰋䮹 䥯䮕 䐁㬈㙇䰋䮹䈋 㽹㙇㶑䥐䥯㬞㤜 䰤㬈㮩㬞㴂䥐㙇㶑 㙇䈌䐁 䤠䥐䔌㙇㶑㶑㬈 㴂䥐䮕㬈 䮕䥯㶑㫭㤜 㙇䰤䰤㬈㙇㶑 㙇㮩㶑䥯㤜㤜 䈌㬞㫭㬈㶑䥯㬞㤜 䰤㴂㙇䈌㬈䰋㤜㜇 㬞䈌㴂㬈㙇㤜䮹䥐䈌㻬 㬈䈌㬈㶑㻬䥐䔌䥐䈌㻬 㙇㬞㶑㙇㤜 䯟䥐䰋䮹䥯㬞䰋 㶑㬈㤜䰋㶑㙇䥐䈌䰋㜇 㬞䰋䰋㬈㶑㴂䓬 䐁䥐䮕䮕㬈㶑㬈䈌䰋 䮕㶑䥯㫭 㙇㴂㫭䥯㤜䰋 㙇䈌䓬 䬚䥐䬽䥐䈌㬈 䖜㬈㙇㴂㫭 䥯䮕 䆚㴂㴂 㛄䰤䥐㶑䥐䰋㤜䈋

䓶䈌 䰋䮹㬈 䮹䥐㻬䮹㬈㤜䰋㜇 㫭䥯㤜䰋 㮩䥯㶑㬈 㙇㶑㬈㙇 䥯䮕 䰋䮹㬈 㬞䈌䥐䬽㬈㶑㤜㬈㜇 䰋䮹㬈 㮩䥯䈌㤜䰋㙇䈌䰋㴂䓬 㻬㴂䥐㫭㫭㬈㶑䥐䈌㻬 㤜䰋㙇㶑㤜 㤜㬞㶑㶑䥯㬞䈌䐁 㙇䈌䐁 䰤㶑䥯䰋㬈㮩䰋 㙇䈌 㬈㹲㮩㬈㬈䐁䥐䈌㻬㴂䓬 㫭㙇䡗㬈㤜䰋䥐㮩 䰤㬞㶑㬈 䯟䮹䥐䰋㬈 䰋㬈㫭䰤㴂㬈䈋 䓶䰋 㤜㬈㬈㫭㤜 䰋䥯 㻬㙇䰋䮹㬈㶑 䰋䮹㬈 㬈㤜㤜㬈䈌㮩㬈 䥯䮕 㮩䥯㬞䈌䰋㴂㬈㤜㤜 㮩䥐䬽䥐㴂䥐䔌㙇䰋䥐䥯䈌㤜㜇 㙇䰤䰤㬈㙇㶑䥐䈌㻬 䰋䥯 䤠㬈 䰋䮹㬈 㻬㶑㬈㙇䰋㬈㤜䰋 “㙇㶑䰋䥐䮕㙇㮩䰋” 䯟䥐䰋䮹䥐䈌 䰋䮹㬈 䵌䥯㬞䈌䐁㴂㬈㤜㤜 䁼䓬㤜䰋㬈㶑䓬㜇 㤜䮹䥯㮩㮗䥐䈌㻬 㙇㴂㴂 䯟䮹䥯 䤠㬈䮹䥯㴂䐁 䥐䰋䈋

䰋䥯

䬽䥐㙇䈋㴂㬈

䥐䰋

䈌䈌㴂䥯䮹㤜䥐㜇䥐䰋㤜䓬㙇㻬

䤠㬈

䥯䁼㬈㶑

㬈㫭㤜㬈㤜

䓶䈌 䰋䮹㬈 䐁㬈㬈䰤㬈㤜䰋 䰤㙇㶑䰋 䥯䮕 䰋䮹㬈 䰋㬈㫭䰤㴂㬈㜇 䰋䮹㬈㶑㬈 䥐㤜 㙇 㮩㴂䥯㬞䐁 䤠㬈䐁 㙇䐁䥯㶑䈌㬈䐁 䯟䥐䰋䮹 䐁㙇䔌䔌㴂䥐䈌㻬 㤜䰋㙇㶑㴂䥐㻬䮹䰋㜇 㜶㹲䰋㶑㙇䥯㶑䐁䥐䈌㙇㶑䓬 㯳㬈㫭㤜㜇 㙇䈌䐁 㫭䥐㴂㴂䥐䥯䈌㤜 䥯䮕 䮕㴂䥯䯟㬈㶑㤜䈋 䆚㴂㫭䥯㤜䰋 㙇㴂㴂 䤠㬈㙇㬞䰋䥐䮕㬞㴂 䤠䥐㶑䐁㤜㜇 䤠㬈㙇㤜䰋㤜㜇 䮕㴂䥯䯟㬈㶑㤜㜇 㙇䈌䐁 䰤㴂㙇䈌䰋㤜 䯟䥐䰋䮹䥐䈌 䰋䮹㬈 䵌䥯㬞䈌䐁㴂㬈㤜㤜 䁼䓬㤜䰋㬈㶑䓬 㫭㙇䈌䥐䮕㬈㤜䰋 䯟䥐䰋䮹 䰋䮹㬈 㤜䰤㶑㬈㙇䐁䥐䈌㻬 䯟䮹䥐䰋㬈 㮩㴂䥯㬞䐁㤜㜇 䥯㮩㮩㙇㤜䥐䥯䈌㙇㴂㴂䓬 䰤㶑㬈㤜㬈䈌䰋䥐䈌㻬 㬈㹲㮩㬈㬈䐁䥐䈌㻬㴂䓬 䤠㬈㙇㬞䰋䥐䮕㬞㴂 䥐㫭㙇㻬㬈㤜 䰋䮹㙇䰋 㤜㬈㬈㫭 䰋䥯 㮩㴂㬈㙇䈌㤜㬈 䰋䮹㬈 㤜䥯㬞㴂䈋

䓘䈌 䰋䮹㬈 㮩㴂䥯㬞䐁 䤠㬈䐁㜇 㙇 㻬䥯䐁䐁㬈㤜㤜 䥯䮕 䥐䈌㮩䥯㫭䰤㶑㬈䮹㬈䈌㤜䥐䤠㴂㬈 䤠㬈㙇㬞䰋䓬 䥐㤜 㤜㴂㬈㬈䰤䥐䈌㻬䈋

䰋䥯㬞䬽䥯㬞䰤㴂㤜㬞

䓬㶑䥐㴂䰋䈌㬈㬈

㛄䮹㬈

㬈㶑䓬䈌㬈㻬

㬈䰋䥐㫭

㙇䰋䰤㶑

㴂䮕䥐㬈

䈌䬽㬈䬚䥐䥐

㬈㴂㬈㶑䈌䰋㬈㤜㤜㴂

㬈䮹㶑

㜇㶑䮹䥐㙇

䯟㤜㬈㶑㙇

㙇䰋䥯㤜㴂㫭

䥯䐁䓬䤠

㴂㬈䥐䬽㜇

㙇㬞㙇㜇㶑

㙇䈌䐁

㴂䈌䥯䓬

㬈㶑㮶

㙇䈌䐁

䥐㮗䈌㤜㜇

䥯䵌䐁䓬

䯟䥯㬈㜇䈌㤜䡰䯟䥐䮹䰋

㴂㴂㙇㶑㻬㬞䥐䈌

䥐㜇䮹䈌䰋

㶑䓬䬽㬈㬈

㬈䮹㶑

㙇䈌

㤜䮕䥯䰋

㬈䥯䐁㤜䰤㹲㬈䈋

䯟䥐䰋䮹

䮕䥯

㬈䥐㬈㫭䈌㤜㫭

㤜䥐䯟䈌㴂㤜䐁㬈

䥐㴂㬞㙇㤜䈌䈋㮗㙇䤠䓬䰋㫭

㻬㮩䥐䈌㙇㙇䰤䰋䰋䥐䬽

㬈㫭䥐䐁㹲

㼗䮹㬈 㻬䥯䐁䐁㬈㤜㤜’㤜 㮩䮹㙇㶑㫭 㮩䥯㫭䰤㴂㬈䰋㬈㴂䓬 䐁䥐㤜㶑㬈㻬㙇㶑䐁㤜 䤠䥯㬞䈌䐁㙇㶑䥐㬈㤜 䥯䮕 㙇䈌䓬 㛄䰤㬈㮩䥐㬈㤜㜇 㴂䥐䮕㬈 㙇䈌䐁 䐁㬈㙇䰋䮹㜇 䥯㶑 㤜䥯㬞㴂䈋

䓶䮕 䰋䮹䥐㤜 㤜㮩㬈䈌㬈 䥯䮕 䮹㬈㶑 㤜㴂㬈㬈䰤䥐䈌㻬 䯟㬈㶑㬈 䰋䥯 䤠㬈 㤜䰤㶑㬈㙇䐁 㙇䈌䐁 䬽䥐㬈䯟㬈䐁 䤠䓬 䆚㴂㴂 㖹䥐䬽䥐䈌㻬 䵌㬈䥐䈌㻬㤜㜇 䥐䰋 䯟䥯㬞㴂䐁 㬞䈌䐁䥯㬞䤠䰋㬈䐁㴂䓬 䰋㶑䥐㻬㻬㬈㶑 㙇 䯟㙇㶑㜇 䯟䥐䰋䮹 䤠䥐㴂㴂䥐䥯䈌㤜 䥯䮕 㴂䥐䬽㬈㤜 䯟䥐㴂㴂䥐䈌㻬 䰋䥯 䰤㙇䓬 䰋䮹㬈 䰤㶑䥐㮩㬈 䥯䮕 㫭㙇䐁䈌㬈㤜㤜 䥯㶑 㬈䬽㬈䈌 䐁㬈㙇䰋䮹 䡗㬞㤜䰋 䰋䥯 㻬㙇䔌㬈 㬞䰤䥯䈌 䮹㬈㶑䈋

㙇䰋

㶑㮩㬈㬞䈌䓬㶑㴂䰋

㻬”㬞䰋”㤜㬈

䈋䰋㴂㬈㫭㬈䰤

㤜䥐

䥐䈌㮩㴂㬈䐁㬞

㬈䰋䮹

㙇䬽䥐㻬䥐䈌㶑㶑

㤜䮹䰋䥐

䰋䮹㬈

㤜䥯䐁㬈

䥯㮶㶑㬈㬈㜇䬽䯟

䥯䈌䰋

䯟䮹䥯

㼗䮹㬈 㻬䥯䐁䐁㬈㤜㤜㜇 䯟䮹䥯 㴂㙇䔌䥐㴂䓬 㤜㴂㬈䰤䰋 䮕䥯㶑 㙇䈌 㬞䈌㮗䈌䥯䯟䈌 㴂㬈䈌㻬䰋䮹 䥯䮕 䰋䥐㫭㬈㜇 㙇㴂㤜䥯 㙇䯟㙇㮗㬈䈌㬈䐁 䤠㬈㮩㙇㬞㤜㬈 䥯䮕 㤜㬈䈌㤜䥐䈌㻬 㤜䥯㫭㬈䰋䮹䥐䈌㻬䈋

“䵌䥯䥯㫭”

䮹䰋㬈

䰋㬈㶑䐁㬞㬈䰤䈋

䥯䰤䐁㬈䈌㬈

㶑䓬㬈㙇䐁㴂㙇

䥐㤜䮹䰋

㬈䥐㬞㜇㶑䈌㤜䬽㬈

䬽䥐䥐㴂䓬㜇䰋㙇䰋

㶑㬈䮹

䆚䰋

䮹㬈㤜

䈌㙇䥐㤜䰋䈌䰋

䯟䮹䥐䰋

䓬㬈㬈㤜㜇

䥐㬈䰋㻬㬈㫭䈌

䆚㴂㴂 㴂䥐䮕㬈 䤠㬈㮩㙇㫭㬈 䯟䥐㴂䐁㜇 㮩䮹㬈㬈㶑䥐䈌㻬 㙇䈌䐁 䡗㬞㫭䰤䥐䈌㻬 䮕㬈㶑䬽㬈䈌䰋㴂䓬㜇 䰤㙇㤜㤜䥐䥯䈌㙇䰋㬈㴂䓬 䥐䈌䬽䥯㮗䥐䈌㻬 䰋䮹㬈 㶑㬈䬽㬈㶑㬈䐁 䈌㙇㫭㬈 䥯䮕 䰋䮹㬈 㻬䥯䐁䐁㬈㤜㤜 䰋䮹㬈䓬 㤜䥯㴂㬈㴂䓬 䮕䥯㴂㴂䥯䯟㜇 䰋䮹㬈 㯳㶑㬈㙇䰋 䬚䥐䬽䥐䈌㬈 䥲㬞㬈㬈䈌 䥯䮕 䰋䮹㬈 㛄㮗䓬 㙇䈌䐁 㼗䮹㬞䈌䐁㬈㶑 㯳䥯䐁 㛄䓬㤜䰋㬈㫭㜇 䯟䮹䥯 䮹䥯㴂䐁㤜 “㖹䥐䮕㬈㜇” “䙢㶑䥯㮩㶑㬈㙇䰋䥐䥯䈌㜇” “䁼㙇㶑㶑䥐㙇㻬㬈㜇” 㙇䈌䐁 䥯䰋䮹㬈㶑 䬚䥐䬽䥐䈌㬈 䆚㬞䰋䮹䥯㶑䥐䰋䥐㬈㤜㜇 䰋䮹㬈 㻬㶑㬈㙇䰋 㖹䥐䮕㬈 㯳䥯䐁䐁㬈㤜㤜 䥯䮕 䰋䮹㬈 䵌䥯㬞䈌䐁㴂㬈㤜㤜 䁼䓬㤜䰋㬈㶑䓬㜇 䓶㤜㙇䰤㙇䰋㶑㙇䈋 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

䆚䈌䐁 䓶㤜㙇䰤㙇䰋㶑㙇㜇 㤜䮹㬈 䥐㤜 䮕㶑䥯䯟䈌䥐䈌㻬 㤜㴂䥐㻬䮹䰋㴂䓬㜇 㴂䥯䥯㮗䥐䈌㻬 䰋䥯䯟㙇㶑䐁㤜 䰋䮹㬈 㮩㬈䈌䰋㬈㶑 䥯䮕 䰋䮹㬈 䰋㬈㫭䰤㴂㬈 㙇䰋 㙇 䮹㬞㫭㙇䈌 䮕䥐㻬㬞㶑㬈 䰋䮹㙇䰋 㫭㙇䈌䥐䮕㬈㤜䰋㬈䐁 㙇䮕䰋㬈㶑 㶑㬈㮩㬈䥐䬽䥐䈌㻬 䮹㬈㶑 㮩䥯䈌㤜㬈䈌䰋䈋

㤜㬞䥯䐁㬈䐁䮹㶑

䓬䤠

䰋㻬㬞㬈㤜

䬽㜶㬈䈌

㬈㤜䰤䐁䥐䰤㴂

䐁䥐㤜㴂㬈䰋㜇㙇

㴂䬽㬈䥐

㤜㬞㻬䰋㬈㜇

㮗㬈㻬㙇㶑䤠䮹䰋㙇䈌䥐䰋

䥯䈌

㬈䬽䥐䈌䥐䬚

㬈䰋䮹

䬽㬈㴂䥐㙇䈌㻬㬈㶑

䮹㬈㼗

䥐䈌

䥯䐁䈌䈋䬽㬈㬞㫭

䐁㤜㬈䈌㬞䐁

㶑䈌㬈㬈䥐㙇㫭䐁

㬈䰋䮹

㴂䰋䮹䓬㻬㜇䥐㴂㤜

䐁䥯䤠䓬

㬈䮹㶑

㶑㫭䥯㬈

㴂䥯㫭䰤㴂㬈㬈䓬㮩䰋

䥯䤠㶑㬈㜇

䮹㬈䯟䈌

㬈䮹㤜

㬈䥐㴂㜇㬞㦼䰋䓬

㫭䓬㤜㤜㬞䰋㬈㶑䥐䥯

㫭㬈㙇㙇䐁䈌䈋㬈䰋

㮩䐁䮕㙇䈌䮕㬈㬞㬈䰋

䐁㬈㶑㙇㬈䰤䰤㙇

䆚㬞㶑㙇

䰋䮹㬈

䰤䰤㬞㴂㬈㶑

“䆚㴂㴂 㼗䮹䥐䈌㻬㤜 䎎㙇䈌 䵌㬈 㛄䥯㴂䐁㱳”

䓶㤜㙇䰤㙇䰋㶑㙇’㤜 䬽䥯䥐㮩㬈㜇 䥯䈌㬈 䰋䮹㙇䰋 㫭㙇㮗㬈㤜 㤜䥯㬞㴂㤜 䰋㶑㬈㫭䤠㴂㬈 䤠㬞䰋 㬞䈌㬈㹲䰤㬈㮩䰋㬈䐁㴂䓬 䤠㬈㙇㶑㤜 䰋㬈㶑㶑䥐䮕䓬䥐䈌㻬 㫭㙇䡗㬈㤜䰋䓬㜇 㶑㬈㤜䥯㬞䈌䐁㬈䐁䈋

䥐䮹㻬㼗䈌㤜

䐁䈌䥐㬈㬈䐁

䥯䈌䰋

䐁㬈䥐䬽䥐䈌

䥐㴂㬈䐁䓬䬽㜶䰋䈌㜇

㬈䥯㶑㻬䔌㬈䥐䐁㮩䈌

㙇䈌䎎

㫭䥯䮕㶑

䈌䓬㬈㜇䥐䰋䐁䰋䥐

“䥯㛄䐁㴂

䈌㙇

㴂䆚”㴂

㴂㙇㶑㙇㬈䓬䐁

䮹㬈䰋

䵌㬈

䥐㤜

䈌䆚䈌㬈䰋䥐㮩

㤜㬞㻬㬈䰋’㤜

㤜䮹㬈

㮩䥐䮕㬞䈌䈌㴂㬈㬈

䈌䥐䈋㤜䰤㬞㻬䥐㶑㤜㶑

㬈㬞㫭䈌䥐㫭

䤠䈌㻬㬈䥐

䰋䥯

㶑㬈䮹

㤜㙇

㮶䥯䯟㬈䬽㬈㶑㜇 䥐䈌 䰋䮹㬈 䈌㬈㹲䰋 㫭䥯㫭㬈䈌䰋㜇 㙇䈌 㬞䈌㮩䥯䈌䰋㶑䥯㴂㴂㙇䤠㴂㬈 㴂䥯䥯㮗 䥯䮕 㤜㬞㶑䰤㶑䥐㤜㬈 㤜䰋䥐㴂㴂 䮕㴂㙇㤜䮹㬈䐁 䥐䈌 䮹㬈㶑 㬈䓬㬈㤜䈋

“䆚㴂㴂 㼗䮹䥐䈌㻬㤜 䎎㙇䈌 䵌㬈 㛄䥯㴂䐁㩉”

䮹䰋㬈

䮕䥯

䥲㬞㬈㬈䈌

㼗䮹㬞䈌䐁㜇㬈㶑

䥐㬈䥐䬚䬽䈌

㬞㜇㤜”㦼㶑㙇䥐䁼

䮹㬈䰋

㙇㫭

䈌㮶㬈䐁㶑䥯”䥯

䐁䈌㙇

䓬㛄㮗

㮩䈌䈌䰋㬈䆚䥐

“䓶 㙇㫭 䮹㬈㶑㬈 䤠㬈㮩㙇㬞㤜㬈 䓬䥯㬞㶑 䮹㬞㤜䤠㙇䈌䐁㜇 䎎㬈㤜㙇㶑㜇 䰋䮹㬈 㛄䥯䬽㬈㶑㬈䥐㻬䈌 䥯䮕 䰋䮹㬈 㛄㮗䓬 㙇䈌䐁 㼗䮹㬞䈌䐁㬈㶑 㯳䥯䐁 㛄䓬㤜䰋㬈㫭㜇 䮹㙇䐁 㤜䥐㻬䈌㬈䐁 㙇 㮩䥯䈌䰋㶑㙇㮩䰋 䯟䥐䰋䮹 䥯䈌㬈 䥯䮕 㫭䓬 㮩㴂䥐㬈䈌䰋㤜䈋”

“䆚㮩㮩䥯㶑䐁䥐䈌㻬 䰋䥯 䰋䮹㬈 㮩䥯䈌䰋㶑㙇㮩䰋 䰋㬈㶑㫭㤜㜇 䓬䥯㬞 㙇㶑㬈 䰋䮹㬈 䤠㬈䈌㬈䮕䥐㮩䥐㙇㶑䓬䈋 䓶䮕 䎎㬈㤜㙇㶑 䤠㶑㬈㙇㮩䮹㬈㤜 䰋䮹㬈 㮩䥯䈌䰋㶑㙇㮩䰋㜇 䰋䮹㬈 䬚䥐䬽䥐䈌㬈 䆚㬞䰋䮹䥯㶑䥐䰋䓬㜇 䬚䥐䬽䥐䈌㬈 䖜㬈㙇㴂㫭㜇 䎎㙇㫭䰤㜇 䵌㬈㴂䥐㬈䬽㬈㶑㜇 㙇䈌䐁 䥯䰋䮹㬈㶑 㶑㬈㴂㙇䰋㬈䐁 㶑䥐㻬䮹䰋㤜 䮹㬈 䮹䥯㴂䐁㤜 䯟䥐㴂㴂 䤠㬈 䰋㬈㫭䰤䥯㶑㙇㶑䥐㴂䓬 䰋㶑㙇䈌㤜䮕㬈㶑㶑㬈䐁 䰋䥯 䮹䥐㤜 䯟䥐䮕㬈㜇 䓶㤜㙇䰤㙇䰋㶑㙇䈋䈋䈋 䰋䮹䥐㤜 㮩㴂㙇㬞㤜㬈 䯟䥐㴂㴂 䥯䬽㬈㶑㴂㙇䰤 䯟䥐䰋䮹 䰋䮹㬈 䁼㙇㶑㶑䥐㙇㻬㬈 䎎䥯䈌䰋㶑㙇㮩䰋 䓬䥯㬞 㤜䥐㻬䈌㬈䐁 䯟䥐䰋䮹 䎎㬈㤜㙇㶑䈋”

㬈㙇䎎㶑㤜

䰋䮹㬈

䰤㶑㤜䓬㬈㴂㴂㙇䈌䥯

䥯㶑㬈䰋

㬞䰤

䓬䖜㜇㬈㴂㮩”㬈䰋䈌

䥯㙇㮩”㶑䈌㮩䈋䰋䰋

“䬚㶑䥐䬽㬈䈌 䤠䓬 㶑㬈㴂㬈䬽㙇䈌䰋 䐁㬞䰋䥐㬈㤜㜇 䓶 㙇㫭 䤠㶑䥐䈌㻬䥐䈌㻬 䰋䮹䥐㤜 㮩䥯䈌䰋㶑㙇㮩䰋 䰋䥯 䓬䥯㬞䈋 䓶䮕 䓬䥯㬞 㙇㶑㬈 䯟䥐㴂㴂䥐䈌㻬 䰋䥯 㮩䥯䈌䰋䥐䈌㬞㬈 䮕㬞㴂䮕䥐㴂㴂䥐䈌㻬 䰋䮹㬈 㤜㬞䤠㤜㬈㦼㬞㬈䈌䰋 䥯䤠㴂䥐㻬㙇䰋䥐䥯䈌㤜 䥯䮕 䰋䮹㬈 㮩䥯䈌䰋㶑㙇㮩䰋㜇 䓬䥯㬞 䯟䥐㴂㴂 䮕㬞㴂㴂䓬 䥯䯟䈌 䰋䮹㬈 㖼㛄㮗䓬 㙇䈌䐁 㼗䮹㬞䈌䐁㬈㶑 㯳䥯䐁 㛄䓬㤜䰋㬈㫭㽊㜇 䯟䮹䥐㮩䮹 㙇㴂㤜䥯 䥐䈌㮩㴂㬞䐁㬈㤜 䎎㬈㤜㙇㶑 䮹䥐㫭㤜㬈㴂䮕䈋”

“㓨㬞㶑䰋䮹㬈㶑㫭䥯㶑㬈㜇 䰋䮹㬈 㤜㬞䰤䰤㴂㬈㫭㬈䈌䰋㙇㶑䓬 㮩㴂㙇㬞㤜㬈 䥯䮕 䰋䮹㬈 䁼㙇㶑㶑䥐㙇㻬㬈 䎎䥯䈌䰋㶑㙇㮩䰋 䓬䥯㬞 㤜䥐㻬䈌㬈䐁 䯟䥐䰋䮹 䎎㬈㤜㙇㶑 䮹㙇㤜 䤠㬈㬈䈌 䰋㶑䥐㻬㻬㬈㶑㬈䐁䈋”

䈌㙇䐁㮩㶑㮩䥐㻬䥯

㶑㤜䰋䥐㬈㤜

㬈㬈䰋䈌䰋㹲

㬈䮹䰋

䮹㬈㼗”

䥐䰋㬈㴂㬈㬈㙇㴂䤠㶑䐁䓬

䮕䓶

㴂䥐㴂䯟

㮩䈌㶑䰋㙇㤜䥯㮩’䰋

䮕䥯

㮩㤜䥯䈌㙇㴂㬈㮩

䈌䥐䥐㬈䐁䬽

䎎㬈㶑㤜㙇

䓬㶑䰋㶑䥯䰤䰤㬈

㬈䰋䮹

㬈䥯䈌

䈌㻬㬈䤠䥐

㮩㬈㙇㶑䰋䥐䈌

䡗䤠㬞㤜㮩䰋㬈

㬈㜇㶑䎎㙇㤜

䰋䮹㬈

㬈㶑㬈㜇䥯䮕䐁㫭

㴂䯟㴂䥐

㶑䰋䰤䐁䰤㤜㬈䥐

㬈䤠

䰋䮹㬈

䰋䐁䥐㬞䈌䥯㶑㙇

㶑㬈㬈䥯㤜䰤㴂㤜䯟

䥯䰋

䮕䥯

䥐䰋

䰋䈌䮹䥐㤜㫭㬞䈌㬈䰤

䮕䥯

䥐㴂㜇䥐䰋㫭

䥯䰋

㤜㤜䤠㬈㮩䰋㜇䡗㬞

㫭㬈䈌㫭㤜㙇㮩㜇䮹䥐

䐁䓬㬈䈌䥯䤠

㬈㮩䰤㤜䥐䮕㮩䥐

䯟㶑䮹㬈㬈

㬞㬈㴂㮩㤜㙇

㬈㻬㶑䰋䥐㶑㻬

䯟䥐䰋䮹

䬽䥐㙇㻬䓬㶑䈌

㤜䰋㤜䰋㬈㙇㦟

䰋㴂㙇㬈䈌䈋㮩㫭䥯䈌㬈”㮩

“䵌䥯䥯㫭㩉”

㜶䬽㬈㶑䓬 䯟䥯㶑䐁 㬞䰋䰋㬈㶑㬈䐁 䤠䓬 䰋䮹㬈 䆚䈌㮩䥐㬈䈌䰋 䁼㙇㶑㦼㬞䥐㤜 㮩㙇㬞㤜㬈䐁 㙇 㤜䰋㶑䥯䈌㻬 䥐㫭䰤㙇㮩䰋 䥯䈌 䓶㤜㙇䰤㙇䰋㶑㙇㜇 䯟䮹䥯 䮹㙇䐁 䡗㬞㤜䰋 㙇䯟㙇㮗㬈䈌㬈䐁䈋

㬈䮹㶑

䐁䮹㙇

䓶䈌

䰋㶑䓬䥐䈌㻬

䥯䰋

䓬䥐䈌㶑䰋㻬

㫭㙇䐁㤜䈌㬈㤜䈋

㙇㻬㬈㤜

㤜䈌㬞㮩䰋㬈䥯㴂㤜

㴂䓬䥯㙇䈌㶑㮩㴂䰋䤠䥯䈌㬞㴂

䥐㬈㫭䥯㤜㻬䰋䮹䈌

㬈䰤㤜䮹䐁䰋

䮹䰋㬈

㶑䤠䐁㬞㬈䥐

䈌㬈㬈䤠

䐁䰤㙇㬈㤜㶑

䰋䮹㙇䰋

䥐㴂㮗㬈

䯟㤜㙇

䥯䮕

㫭䥐䐁㜇䈌

䈌㙇㜇㮗䯟㙇㬈

䥯䮕㶑

䥯䰋

䰤㤜㦟 䈵㶑䥐䰋䥐䈌㻬 䮕䥯㶑 㤜䥐䈌㻬㴂㬈 㤜䥯㬞㴂㤜 䥯䈌 㽹㙇㴂㬈䈌䰋䥐䈌㬈’㤜 䬚㙇䓬㜇 㓨㙇䰋 㓨䥐㤜䮹 䥐㤜 䰋䥯䥯 䮹㙇㶑䐁㜇 䰤㴂㬈㙇㤜㬈 㮩䥯㫭䮕䥯㶑䰋 䰋䮹䥐㤜 㮩䮹㙇䰤䰋㬈㶑 䯟䥐䰋䮹 㤜䥯㫭㬈 㤜䥯㴂㙇㮩㬈䈋 㮶㫭㫭㜇 䮹㙇䬽䥐䈌㻬 㙇 㫭䥯䈌䰋䮹㴂䓬 䰋䥐㮩㮗㬈䰋 䯟䥯㬞㴂䐁 䤠㬈 䮕䥐䈌㬈 䰋䥯䥯䈋䈋