Chapter 428: Chapter 433: Dao Fragment Inside the Sacred Fruit
The Ancient Desolation Abyss has existed since antiquity, but what secrets does it truly conceal? No one knows, for there are too many legends about it.
What exactly is the Desolation that lies beneath the Infinite Abyss? Is it a creature or a force? No one can say for certain; perhaps only the Great Emperors of old have insight.
It is pitch-dark, like a bottomless pit, seemingly capable of devouring a person’s Heart Spirit.
The five-colored altar hangs silently below, without the slightest ripple. No one knows by what power this is acplished, as if it has never wavered since ancient times.
It is inplete, marked with scars unique to endless ages, its luster sealed away, leaving only simplicity and truth.
Ye Fan’s heart could not remain calm. Mt. Tai, Red Wanderer, Ancient Desolation Forbidden Land… Where would it be next? Ziwei Ancient Emperor Star? This was a journey beyond prediction.
Ye Fan longed to leap forward. This five-colored altar connected to Red Wanderer might be a road home. He dearly wished to turn back and set out on his return journey.
The setting sun turned the sky red, and the aura of the Desolation grew intense, like a volcano about to erupt; Ye Fan’s body was fiercely invaded.
He quickly retreated to the Life Spring Pool to nourish himself and then filled the pure jade bottle with divine water, sprinting towards the sacred mountain where the bronze coffin lay.
Ye Fan’s choice was correct. After the skies darkened, the Ancient Desolation Abyss became even more terrifying, as if an unparalleled fierce deity had emerged. Terrifying fluctuations surged, and the heavens and earth trembled.
The aura of the Desolation spread out, covering the nine sacred mountains. It then rushed towards the farther forbidden area. It was as if the end of the world had arrived—without a sound, only boundless oppression.
Ye Fan hid within the bronze coffin, quietly observing. His heart was filled with shock. What existed beneath the abyss, or what kind of force was it?
Perhaps only the resurrection of an ancient Great Emperor can resist it, or could it be the Qi Mechanism of a Great Emperor? Thoughts surged through his mind endlessly, yet he could not clearly discern them.
He soaked the Qilin Seed and the Seven-Colored Little Stone in the pure jade bottle, nourishing them with the Divine Spring, and then took out several ancient jades of the First Beginning Great Emperor, placing them together.
After four pieces of Emperor Jade were assembled into one, forming half a map, a purple mountain surrounded by nine dragon veins appeared. He pondered over it for a long time, not knowing when he would be able to enter.
Finally, Ye Fan opened the small white jade cauldron and took out a pink fruit. It was like a pink jade carving, about the size of a fist, resembling a pink baby, very vivid.
The fragrance penetrated his five internal organs, nurturing every inch of flesh, richly aromatic. It was an irresistible temptation; the crystalline fruit contained infinite vitality.
On the other side of the starry sky, could the Ginsengfruit of ancient mythical lore be such an Undying Divine Medicine? It seems likely.
Ye Fan took a bite of the pink jade-like fruit; his mouth filled with fragrance, and his whole body was enveloped in radiance. He felt as if he was about to ascend with colorful clouds, his entire being shrouded in mist.
He did not consume it all at once. Taking a bite, he began to meditate and refine it, striving to fully exploit the medicine’s power. He planned to stay in this forbidden land for several months rather than leave immediately.
In just a moment, his body seemed to catch fire. His withered and dry physical body instantly became radiant, enveloped in blazing light.
“This is…” Ye Fan was taken aback. The Dao Injury was nourished. Although there were no signs of healing, he felt a sense of fort.
Two beams of Divine Light shot from his eyes, and his body shone even brighter. “Heaven and Earth Law Fragment!” Within this sacred fruit, there was a certain power of rules and Order, perceivable only upon reaching the Fourth Level Secret Realm.
It was this power’s existence that added a trace of vitality to his Dao Injury. This was a hopeful sign; if more sacred fruits were consumed, there would undoubtedly be a noticeable improvement.
The Undying Divine Medicine truly lives up to the name of holy divine relics, containing such fragments of Heaven and Earth Rules… Ye Fan knew this was the best medicine to treat the Dao Injury.
The quiet night passed peacefully; he remained still, meticulously refining this fruit bit by bit.
“BOOM!”
Suddenly, in the latter half of the night, Ye Fan was startled awake by a tremendous sound. It seemed this whole world was about to flip over, and the nine sacred mountains were shaking.
“CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!”
The sound of massive iron chains, like a demonic sound from Hell, covered the sky, echoing through the clouds.
The iron chains were terrifying, their sound like death itself. The colossal noise was spine-chilling, as if an unparalleled fierce being had broken out from the dungeons of Hell.
Ye Fan was frightened, his hair standing on end, sensing an unparalleled killing intent. If not for residing in the bronze coffin, he might have been torn apart.
He stood on the edge of the bronze coffin, looking up toward the sacred mountain. A chill rose along his spine, as if he had been dropped into an icy cavern.
Endless demonic clouds surged forth from the abyss, like waves crashing against clouds. Faintly, a few massive iron chains could be seen shimmering coldly, connecting to the sky.
A terrifying entity was tightly bound, struggling in the sky. The heavens and earth were close to shattering, acpanied by low roars echoing in people’s hearts, like mountains collapsing.
“What is that?” Ye Fan murmured to himself. When they first arrived in this world, they too had witnessed such a terrifying Variation one midnight as they left the Ancient Desolation Forbidden Land.
Some say they are Desolate Slaves, peerless figures not yet tamed. Others say they are incarnations created by the Desolation itself, difficult to truly prehend.
Ye Fan retreated deep into the bronze coffin, calming his mind and spirit, continuing to refine the sacred fruit, unperturbed by external disturbances, losing himself pletely, undistracted by sounds.
For three whole days, Ye Fan refined the Ginsengfruit, allowing its ultimate medicinal effect to fully manifest, absorbing all its enormous Qi.
In his Dao Injury, life was thriving, showing signs of improvement. His Blood Qi was greatly invigorated, and his body regained vitality.
“Indeed… Dao Injuries require corresponding Laws to be soothed; mere Life Qi is not enough!” Ye Fan murmured to himself.
Afterward, he spent another three days refining and absorbing a second Ginsengfruit, and his Life Essence Qi surged, with Golden Blood Qi swirling around his body.
Yet, Ye Fan furrowed his brows, for the absorbed fragments of Heaven and Earth Rules were repetitive, having little additional effect.
Is it true that the same sacred fruit contains the same divine effects, just as the legends say?
In the Forbidden Land, there is actually only one divine medicine plant, from which the nine types of Divine Fruits are derived. They cannot be considered true Immortal Medicine, but if all nine fruits are harvested together, their bined effect is parable.
The original main root had not transformed into nine divine medicine plants. However, due to the mutation of the nine Divine Roots, their bined effects could equate to two or three Immortal Medicines.
Of course, there are significant drawbacks. Immortal Medicine is unique; when separated, it loses its spirit and can no longer fly through the heavens and earth. Furthermore, the Heaven and Earth Laws it contains are also inplete.
Only by reuniting them can one achieve the true flawless and mature effects of Immortal Medicine.
The third sacred fruit was sealed away by Ye Fan, no longer to be consumed. He planned to risk climbing the mountain to pick other sacred fruits to heal the Dao Injuries.
What if I encounter the Desolate Slaves again?
This was Ye Fan’s most worrisome problem. It was impossible to escape unscathed every time; next time, he might be struck down, body and soul destroyed.
He went deep into the bronze coffin, embraced the small coffin with his hands, and shook it vigorously, but it didn’t move an inch. His heart was filled with endless curiosity, wanting to open it, but he couldn’t shake it at all.
Thinking of carrying the coffin out seems unrealistic. It looks like I can only rely on myself to fight for my life! Ye Fan sighed deeply and poured the Divine Spring from the pure jade bottle into his mouth.
Then, taking out the Qilin Divine Medicine Seed and the Seven-Colored Little Stone, he charged towards the peak of the sacred mountain.
During the day, the nine sacred mountains were very quiet. Although the aura of Desolation was intense, it was far less than at night. Ye Fan continuously drank the Divine Spring, absorbing the enormous Qi from the Divine Medicine Seed and the little stone, without aging much.
He climbed to a sacred mountain he had never reached before and saw a glittering area from afar, with an endless fragrance wafting towards him. Ye Fan quickly arrived and dashed into the Life Spring Pool, drinking deeply before gazing at the sacred fruit.
There were no less than seven small trees here, pletely white throughout, leaves and branches alike, glistening with brilliance. Each bore a crescent-shaped fruit, slightly different in color from the tree, silver and shiny, like little moons hanging on them.
Ye Fan took out the Jade Cauldron and picked all seven Silver Moon Divine Fruits, carefully sealed them, and then rushed toward another sacred mountain. The Desolate Slaves did not appear, presenting a perfect opportunity for him to gather all the divine medicines from the nine sacred mountains in one go.
He reached another sacred mountain where five small Jade trees swayed, making a clattering sound and dazzling. At their tops was a heart-shaped fruit, red like blood, bright and beautiful. It looked as if carefully polished from the most brilliant rubies, and its fragrance filled the air.
When the trees swayed and the red heart-shaped fruits trembled, they indeed seemed like five beating hearts, full of strong vitality and power.
Ye Fan quickly collected them and was preparing to charge to the next sacred mountain, but when he glanced into the abyss, his expression changed dramatically. The Celestial Jade sacred lady flew up like a fairy skimming over the waves.
Ye Fan turned and fled. At this time, he still had strong life force, moving at great speed, with Golden Blood Qi swirling around him like golden divine flames burning.
However, the Celestial Jade sacred lady was faster. Traversing through the air, she arrived beside him in an instant. She gradually descended, her white attire fluttering, possessing matchless elegance, as if a Goddess descending from Outer Heaven.
She didn’t make a move, just stared at Ye Fan’s feet in a daze, with strands of light flowing in her eyes.
Ye Fan’s sharp mind immediately came up with a possibility. He used all his might to display the old madman’s footwork, rushing towards the ancient coffin.
Just as he guessed, the Celestial Jade sacred lady’s green hair fluttered as she flew. She just watched his feet and didn’t attack, observing the strange footwork.
“SWISH!”
It didn’t take long for Ye Fan to rush back and dive into the ancient bronze coffin. The Celestial Jade sacred lady paused, no longer following, her expression somewhat wooden, as if trying hard to recall something.
“The old madman is still alive. I don’t know if he’s your senior brother or your senior uncle…” Ye Fan municated telepathically.
Without making a sound, the Celestial Jade sacred lady left, her figure flickering to the peak of the sacred mountain and then disappearing into the abyss.
This time, after returning, Ye Fan began seclusion, refining the silver Moon Fruit and the heart-like red fruit.
For half a month, Ye Fan’s entire body was glistening, and brilliance flowed as if he was about to ascend to immortality. His Golden Blood Qi surged, and the enormous Qi roared like an ocean.
Most uniquely, as he sat cross-legged, he was surrounded by numerous natural images of the Dao, profound and inscrutable, as if he were a deity, achieving Heaven and Earth Unity, drawing the Dao into his body.
Ye Fan sat motionless; the Dao Injuries within him slowly healed in parts. The fragmented Heaven and Earth Law Fragments proved extremely effective for him in this Ancient land.
“SWISH!”
He opened his eyes, shooting out two blazing strands of Divine Radiance. Over the past half month, he had refined three silver Moon Fruits and dissolved two heart-shaped fruits.
If I can refine two or three of each type of Divine Fruit, the Dao Injuries will surely be healed! His entire being surged with enormous Qi, as fragmented natural images of the Dao swirled around him, continuously imprinting themselves within him.
Ye Fan stood up and approached the smaller coffin within the larger coffin, exerting force to move it.
“CLANG!”
It moved—he actually moved the small coffin!
Ye Fan was shaken to his core. What on earth was within the coffin? He exerted his strength to lift the coffin lid, eager to discover what lay inside.
“BUZZ!”
At the moment the small coffin moved, the large coffin shook. Various bronze carvings emitted light, especially the Star Sky Map, which was extraordinarily strange. It was as if a real Heavenly Universe was revealed, where stars flickered.
The vast Heavenly Universe, the boundless starry sky, cold and dark, devoid of vitality—desolation was the eternal theme.
The blurred ancient path of the starry sky, like a thread, flickered quickly, truly stunning Ye Fan.
The ancient path of the starry sky has no end. Who paved it, and towards what distant destination? Is it the Ziwei Ancient Star, or an even older and more mysterious starry sky?
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㞜㐳㕶 䒈㕶㕊㡔㷜㣴㕊㷜䜹 䍯㒘䜹 䚊㐳㷜䃤䰱䪵 䈆䒫䚊 㷜䚊 䜹䚊㷜䞽䞽 䃤㹊䒫䞽㡔 㤰㹊䚊 㐳㷜㡔㕶 䚊㐳㕶 䒈㒘㣴䒫㕶 䈆㕊㹊㤰䣺㕶 䃤㒘㕊䒈㷜㤰㣴䜹䬔 㞜㐳㕶㕊㕶 䍯㕶㕊㕶 㒘㤰䃤㷜㕶㤰䚊 㒘㤰䃤㕶䜹䚊㹊㕊䜹 㣴㒘䣺㷜㤰㣴 㒘䚊 䚊㐳㕶 䜹䚊㒘㕊㕊㩵 䜹䰱㩵 㒘㤰㡔 㒘㤰䃤㷜㕶㤰䚊 㡔㕶㷜䚊㷜㕶䜹 䈆㕶㒘㕊㷜㤰㣴 䚊㕶㒘㕊 㭓㒘㕊䰱䜹䬔
䡣䚊 䚊㐳㷜䜹 㭓㹊㭓㕶㤰䚊䪵 䚊㐳㕶㩵 䜹㕶㕶㭓㕶㡔 䚊㹊 㢿㹊䜹䜹㕶䜹䜹 䞽㷜䃑㕶䪵 䍯㒘㤰䚊㷜㤰㣴 䚊㹊 䈆㕊㕶㒘䰱 䚊㐳㕊㹊䒫㣴㐳 䚊㐳㕶 䒈㕶㕊㡔㷜㣴㕊㷜䜹䪵 㢿㕶㤰㕶䚊㕊㒘䚊㕶 䚊㐳㕶 䚊㐳㷜䃤䰱 㕊䒫䜹䚊䪵 㒘㤰㡔 䈆䒫㕊䜹䚊 䃑㹊㕊䚊㐳䪵 㣴㷜䒈㷜㤰㣴 㒘 㕊㕶㭓㒘㕊䰱㒘䈆䞽㩵 䒈㷜䒈㷜㡔 㷜㭓㢿㕊㕶䜹䜹㷜㹊㤰䬔
㧤㕶 㠻㒘㤰 䍯㒘䜹 㡔㕶㕶㢿䞽㩵 䜹㐳㹊䃤䰱㕶㡔䬔 㝌㕶 㕊㕶䞽㕶㒘䜹㕶㡔 䚊㐳㕶 䜹㭓㒘䞽䞽 䈆㕊㹊㤰䣺㕶 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰 㒘㤰㡔 䃤㒘㕊㕶䃑䒫䞽䞽㩵 㹊䈆䜹㕶㕊䒈㕶㡔 㕶䒈㕶㕊㩵䚊㐳㷜㤰㣴䪵 䍯㒘㤰䚊㷜㤰㣴 䚊㹊 䃤㹊㭓㢿㕊㕶㐳㕶㤰㡔 䚊㐳㕶 㭓㩵䜹䚊㕶㕊㷜㕶䜹 䍯㷜䚊㐳㷜㤰䬔
㓿㹊㕊㕶 䒈㒘㣴䒫㕶 䈆㕊㹊㤰䣺㕶 䃤㒘㕊䒈㷜㤰㣴䜹 䃑䞽㷜䃤䰱㕶㕊㕶㡔䮫 䃑㕶㕊㹊䃤㷜㹊䒫䜹 㤰㷜㤰㕶㖸㐳㕶㒘㡔㕶㡔 䌾㷜䒈㷜㤰㕶 䦡㷜㕊㡔䜹 䜹㢿㕊㕶㒘㡔 䚊㐳㕶㷜㕊 䍯㷜㤰㣴䜹 㒘㤰㡔 䃑䞽㕶䍯 㐳㷜㣴㐳䪵 䃤䒫䚊䚊㷜㤰㣴 㒘䃤㕊㹊䜹䜹 䥫㷜㤰㣴㭓㷜㤰㣴㡴 㒘 㐳㕶㒘䒈㕶㤰㖸㡔㕶䃑㩵㷜㤰㣴 䃤㕊㕶㒘䚊䒫㕊㕶䪵 䞽㷜䰱㕶 䚊㐳㕶 㠻㷜㣴㐳䚊㷜㤰㣴 䑛㒘㷜㤰䚊 䡣㢿㕶䪵 䜹䚊㹊㹊㡔 㒘䚊 䚊㐳㕶 䃤䞽㹊䒫㡔’䜹 㕶㡔㣴㕶䪵 㷜䚊䜹 㕊㹊㡔 䜹㢿䞽㷜䚊䚊㷜㤰㣴 䚊㐳㕶 䜹䰱㩵䬔
㞜㐳㕶㕊㕶 䍯㕶㕊㕶 䚊㐳㕶 㒘㤰䃤㷜㕶㤰䚊 䃑㷜㕶㕊䃤㕶 䈆㕶㒘䜹䚊䜹 㕊㕶䃤㹊㕊㡔㕶㡔 㷜㤰 䚊㐳㕶 “䂚䞽㒘䜹䜹㷜䃤 㹊䃑 㓿㹊䒫㤰䚊㒘㷜㤰 㒘㤰㡔 䑛㕶㒘䜹䪵” 䜹䒫䃤㐳 㒘䜹 䚊㐳㕶 㞜㒘㹊䚊㷜㕶䪵 䥫㷜㹊㤰㣴䛀㷜䪵 㒘㤰㡔 㹊䚊㐳㕶㕊䜹䪵 㒘䜹 䍯㕶䞽䞽 㒘䜹 㭓㒘㤰㩵 䒫㤰䰱㤰㹊䍯㤰 䃤㕊㕶㒘䚊䒫㕊㕶䜹—䒈㒘䜹䚊 㷜㤰 䃑㹊㕊㭓䪵 䜹㷜㤰㷜䜹䚊㕶㕊 㷜㤰 㒘㢿㢿㕶㒘㕊㒘㤰䃤㕶䪵 䞽㷜䃑㕶䞽㷜䰱㕶䪵 㒘㤰㡔 㒘䍯㕶㖸㷜㤰䜹㢿㷜㕊㷜㤰㣴䬔
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㝌㕶 䍯㒘㤰䚊㕶㡔 䚊㹊 䃤㒘㢿䚊䒫㕊㕶 䚊㐳㒘䚊 㒘㤰䃤㷜㕶㤰䚊 㢿㒘䚊㐳 㹊䃑 䚊㐳㕶 䜹䚊㒘㕊㕊㩵 䜹䰱㩵䪵 䈆䒫䚊 䚊㐳㕶 䚊㐳㕊㕶㒘㡔 㕶䌞䚊㕶㤰㡔㕶㡔 䚊㹊㹊 䛀䒫㷜䃤䰱䞽㩵䬔 䡘䚊 䃑䞽㷜䃤䰱㕶㕊㕶㡔 䒫㤰䃤㕶㕊䚊㒘㷜㤰䞽㩵䪵 㒘㤰㡔 㐳㕶 㡔㷜㡔㤰’䚊 㕶䒈㕶㤰 䰱㤰㹊䍯 䍯㐳㷜䃤㐳 䜹䚊㒘㕊㕊㩵 㕊㕶㣴㷜㹊㤰 㷜䚊 䃤㕊㹊䜹䜹㕶㡔䬔
䦡㕶䃤㒘䒫䜹㕶 䚊㐳㕶 䜹䚊㒘㕊㕊㩵 㕊㕶㣴㷜㹊㤰䜹 䍯㕶㕊㕶 㷜㤰䃑㷜㤰㷜䚊㕶 㒘㤰㡔 䞽㒘䃤䰱㕶㡔 㕊㕶䃑㕶㕊㕶㤰䃤㕶 䃤㹊㹊㕊㡔㷜㤰㒘䚊㕶䜹䪵 㐳㕶 䃤㹊䒫䞽㡔㤰’䚊 㡔㷜䜹䃤㕶㕊㤰 㷜䚊䜹 㢿㒘䚊㐳䬔 䦡㕶㷜㤰㣴 㷜㤰 䚊㐳㕶 䜹䚊㒘㕊㕊㩵 䜹䰱㩵 㐳㕶㕊㕶 䍯㒘䜹 䃤㹊㭓㢿䞽㕶䚊㕶䞽㩵 㡔㷜䃑䃑㕶㕊㕶㤰䚊 䃑㕊㹊㭓 䞽㹊㹊䰱㷜㤰㣴 䒫㢿 㒘䚊 㒘 䜹䚊㒘㕊㕊㩵 㕊㕶㣴㷜㹊㤰 䃑㕊㹊㭓 㕶䞽䜹㕶䍯㐳㕶㕊㕶㡴 㐳㕶 㡔㷜㡔㤰’䚊 䰱㤰㹊䍯 䚊㐳㕶 㢿㕶㕊䜹㢿㕶䃤䚊㷜䒈㕶䬔
“㓿䚊䬔 㞜㒘㷜䪵 䑊㕶㡔 䲍㒘㤰㡔㕶㕊㕶㕊䪵 䡣㤰䃤㷜㕶㤰䚊 䌾㕶䜹㹊䞽㒘䚊㷜㹊㤰 㠻㹊㕊䈆㷜㡔㡔㕶㤰 㧢㒘㤰㡔䬔䬔䬔 㤰㕶䌞䚊䪵 㡔㹊㕶䜹 㷜䚊 㢿㹊㷜㤰䚊 䚊㹊 䚊㐳㕶 䡣㤰䃤㷜㕶㤰䚊 㧢㒘㤰㡔 䑛䚊㒘㕊 㹊䃑 䞼㷜䌞㷜㒘㹊䄓” 㧤㕶 㠻㒘㤰 㭓䒫䚊䚊㕶㕊㕶㡔䪵 㷜㭓㭓㕶㤰䜹㕶䞽㩵 㒘䜹䚊㹊㤰㷜䜹㐳㕶㡔䬔
䑛䲍㔊㔊䑛㝌㼃
䡘㤰 㒘 䃑䞽㒘䜹㐳 㹊䃑 䞽㷜㣴㐳䚊䪵 䚊㐳㕶 䒈㒘㕊㷜㹊䒫䜹 䃤㒘㕊䒈㷜㤰㣴䜹 㹊㤰 䚊㐳㕶 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰 䍯㒘䞽䞽 䞽㹊䜹䚊 䚊㐳㕶㷜㕊 䞽䒫䜹䚊㕶㕊 㒘㤰㡔 㕊㒘㢿㷜㡔䞽㩵 㡔㷜㭓㭓㕶㡔䬔 㞜㐳㷜䜹 㒘䞽䞽 䜹㕶㕶㭓㕶㡔 㕊㕶䞽㒘䚊㕶㡔 䚊㹊 䚊㐳㕶 䜹㭓㒘䞽䞽 䈆㕊㹊㤰䣺㕶 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰㡴 䍯㐳㕶㤰 㷜䚊 䍯㒘䜹㤰’䚊 䚊㹊䒫䃤㐳㕶㡔䪵 㕶䒈㕶㕊㩵䚊㐳㷜㤰㣴 䜹㕶䚊䚊䞽㕶㡔 㡔㹊䍯㤰䬔
䚊㕶䃤㕶㐳㡔
㒘㤰㡔
䚊㐳䍯㷜
䍯㒘䜹
䜹㒘䍯
㕶㹊㡔㕶䃤䒈㕊
䃑㹊䃤㷜䃑㤰
䜹㒘㓿䪵㢿
㕶㣴㕊㒘㡔䒈㤰㕶
㭓㕶䚊㕊㕶䜹
䈆㤰㕊䣺㕶㹊
㭓㒘䞽䞽䜹
㒘㤰㡔
㐳䍯㷜䚊
㣴㹊㤰䞽
䚊䡘
㷜㕊㡔㕶㣴㷜㕊䒈䜹䪵
㒘㐳䚊㤰
䃤㷜䃑㹊䃑㤰
㕊䃑㹊䚊䜹
㡔㕶䬔䍯㷜
㹊㕊䒫䃑
㐳㕶㞜
㹊䃑
㡔㷜䪵㭓
㕶㣴䬔㒘䜹
㤰㒘㤰㕶䃤㷜䚊
䚊㐳㕶
䚊㹊䍯
㐳㷜䍯䚊㷜㤰
㒘㤰㡔
㭓㕶㕶㕊䚊䜹
䚊㒘㕊㣴㕶
䚊㐳㕶
䈆㹊䚊㒘䒫
㤰㷜
䜹䜹䞽㕶
䡣䃤㤰㷜㕶䚊㤰
䂚㧢䡣㥉䭗㼃
㧤㕶 㠻㒘㤰 㕶䌞㕶㕊䚊㕶㡔 䃑㹊㕊䃤㕶䪵 䚊㕊㩵㷜㤰㣴 䚊㹊 㹊㢿㕶㤰 䚊㐳㕶 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰 䞽㷜㡔䬔 㝌㷜䜹 㐳㕶㒘㕊䚊 䃑㷜䞽䞽㕶㡔 䍯㷜䚊㐳 㕶㤰㡔䞽㕶䜹䜹 䛀䒫㕶䜹䚊㷜㹊㤰䜹䮫 䲍㐳㒘䚊 䰱㷜㤰㡔 㹊䃑 㕶䌞㷜䜹䚊㕶㤰䃤㕶 䃤㹊䒫䞽㡔 䈆㕶 䈆䒫㕊㷜㕶㡔 㷜㤰 䚊㐳㕶 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰 㢿䒫䞽䞽㕶㡔 䈆㩵 㤰㷜㤰㕶 㡔㕊㒘㣴㹊㤰䜹䄓
䞼䦡䙼䞼㼃
䑛䒫㕊㕶 㕶㤰㹊䒫㣴㐳䪵 㒘䜹 㐳㕶 㭓㹊䒈㕶㡔 䚊㐳㕶 䜹㭓㒘䞽䞽 䈆㕊㹊㤰䣺㕶 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰 㒘㣴㒘㷜㤰䪵 䚊㐳㕶 䒈㒘㕊㷜㹊䒫䜹 䃤㒘㕊䒈㷜㤰㣴䜹 䃑䞽㷜䃤䰱㕶㕊㕶㡔 㹊㤰䃤㕶 㭓㹊㕊㕶䪵 䃑㷜䞽䞽㕶㡔 䍯㷜䚊㐳 㒘㤰 㒘䒫㕊㒘 㹊䃑 㭓㩵䜹䚊㕶㕊㩵䬔
䂚㧢䡣㥉䭗㼃
䚊㡴㹊㤰䒫㤰㒘㭓㷜
㭓䡘䞽䚊㹊㒘㭓㕊
㕶䃑䞽䚊
㣴㐳㤰䬔䜹䚊䚊㕊㕶
㕶䚊㐳
㡔㹊㤰㕶䭗䞽
䞽䰱㷜㕶
㐳㕶
㐳䚊㕶
䒫㒘㤰䬔㓿㹊㷜㤰䚊
䌞㕶㕊㕶㕶䚊㡔
㢿㒘㤰䜹䬔
䒈㕶㐳㩵㒘
㤰㠻㒘
㷜䃑
䚊㹊
㕊㤰㕶㕶䚊㷜
㒘䞽䞽
䜹㐳㷜
㒘
㤰䞽䈆䪵㷜㣴㹊㷜
䜹㒘
䜹㒘
䃤䃑㹊䃑㷜㤰
䜹䍯㒘
㧤㕶
㹊䦡䞽㡔㹊
㒘䜹䚊䃤
㕶㝌
㷜㕊䃤䰱㤰㕶䪵㒘㣴
䭗㕊䚊㕶㒘
䚊㒘㹊䈆䒫
㒘
㕶䈆䣺㹊㕊㤰
䜹䍯㒘
䍯䜹㒘
䜹㒘
䜹㐳㷜
䥫㷜
㡔䈆㩵㹊
䞽㩵㹊㝌
㹊㡔䭗䞽䪵
䜹㷜㝌
㤰䜹㕶㹊䈆
䦡㹊㩵㡔
㹊䃑
㢿䞽䞽㤰䒫㷜㣴
䦡㔊㔊㓿㼃
㠻㷜㤰㒘䞽䞽㩵䪵 㐳㕶 㢿㕊㷜㕶㡔 㹊㢿㕶㤰 䚊㐳㕶 㒘㤰䃤㷜㕶㤰䚊 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰’䜹 䞽㷜㡔 㒘 䃤㕊㒘䃤䰱䬔 䡣 䒈㕶㕊㩵 䜹㭓㒘䞽䞽 㣴㒘㢿 㒘㢿㢿㕶㒘㕊㕶㡔䪵 䃑㕊㹊㭓 䍯㐳㷜䃤㐳 㒘 䍯㷜䜹㢿 㹊䃑 䂚㐳㒘㹊䜹 䥫㷜 䜹㕶㕶㢿㕶㡔䪵 䈆䞽㒘䜹䚊㷜㤰㣴 㐳㷜㭓 㒘䍯㒘㩵 㷜㤰䜹䚊㒘㤰䚊䞽㩵䬔
䍯㷜䚊㐳
㣴䑛䚊㹊㤰㕊
㡔䦡㩵㹊
㣴䚊㐳㹊㐳䒫㕊
䜹䍯䪵㒘
䃑䡘
䃑㹊
㒘䍯䜹
㐳㕶䞽䬔㹊
䚊㕶㐳
䞽㡔㤰䭗㹊㕶
䈆䞽㡔㹊㹊
䜹㒘
㤰䚊䜹㒘䚊㤰㕊㕶㢿㕊㒘
䚊㹊㭓㕊㕶㕊
㤰䚊㹊
㒘
㕶㐳
㣴㕶䞽䚊㕶㤰
䜹㷜㐳
㩵㹊䦡㡔
㩵㹊䞽㝌
㷜䥫
䃤䞽䈆㹊䰱
㹊㕊䃑
䦡㷜䜹㕶䜹㕊㕶㤰䚊䚊
㡔㢿䒫䃤㕶㐳㤰
䚊㐳㕶
㹊䃑
㐳㕶
㹊䂚㐳㷜㒘䚊䃤
㕶㡔㕊㤰䚊䒫
㹊䃑
㕶㣴㤰㕶㕊
䜹䈆䈆㹊㣴㕊㤰㒘㷜
㒘㕶䑛䜹
㹊䃤㢿㕶㢿㕊
䚊㐳䚊㒘
㕶䜹䪵㐳㒘㷜㓿䃤㤰㭓
䒫䚊䬔㡔䜹
㹊䞽㡔䍯䒫
㤰㷜
䜹㐳㷜
㹊䚊
㕶㕶㕊㒘䚊㐳㕶䞽
㷜㢿䜹䍯
㒘㕶㐳䒈
㧤㕶 㠻㒘㤰 䍯㒘䜹 㐳㹊㕊㕊㷜䃑㷜㕶㡔䬔 㞜㐳㷜䜹 㷜䜹 䚊㹊㹊 䚊㕶㕊㕊㷜䃑㩵㷜㤰㣴㼃 䡣 䍯㷜䜹㢿 㹊䃑 䥫㷜 㓿㕶䃤㐳㒘㤰㷜䜹㭓 㕊㕶䒈㕶㒘䞽㷜㤰㣴 㢿㕊㷜㭓㒘䞽 䃤㐳㒘㹊䜹㼃 㓿㩵 㭓㷜㤰㹊㕊 䜹㒘䃤㕊㕶㡔 䈆㹊㡔㩵 㷜䜹 䞽㷜䰱㕶 㢿㒘㢿㕶㕊䪵 䃤㹊㭓㢿䞽㕶䚊㕶䞽㩵 䒫㤰㒘䈆䞽㕶 䚊㹊 㕊㕶䜹㷜䜹䚊㼃 㞜㐳㷜䜹 㕊㕶䜹䒫䞽䚊 䜹㐳㹊㹊䰱 㐳㷜㭓 䚊㹊 㐳㷜䜹 䃤㹊㕊㕶䬔
㝌㕶 㐳䒫㕊㕊㷜㕶㡔䞽㩵 㡔㕊㒘㤰䰱 䃑㕊㹊㭓 䚊㐳㕶 䌾㷜䒈㷜㤰㕶 䑛㢿㕊㷜㤰㣴 䚊㹊 㐳㕶㒘䞽 㐳㷜䜹 㷜㤰㼧䒫㕊㕶㡔 䈆㹊㡔㩵䬔 㝌㕶 㡔㷜㡔 㤰㹊䚊 䍯㒘㤰䚊 䚊㐳㕶 䃤㕊㒘䃤䰱䜹 㷜㤰 㐳㷜䜹 䌾㒘㹊 䚊㹊 䍯㹊㕊䜹㕶㤰 㒘㤰㡔 䈆㕶 㒘㤰㤰㷜㐳㷜䞽㒘䚊㕶㡔 䈆㩵 䚊㐳㷜䜹 㒘㤰䃤㷜㕶㤰䚊 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰 䜹㹊 㕶㒘䜹㷜䞽㩵䬔 㝌㷜䜹 㕶㤰㹊㕊㭓㹊䒫䜹 䥫㷜 䃑䞽㹊䍯㕶㡔 䛀䒫㷜䃤䰱䞽㩵䪵 䞽㷜䰱㕶 㒘 䚊㷜㡔㕶䬔
㧤㕶 㠻㒘㤰 䍯㒘䜹 㷜㭓㭓㕶㤰䜹㕶䞽㩵 䜹㐳㹊䃤䰱㕶㡔䬔 䲍㐳㒘䚊 㹊㤰 㕶㒘㕊䚊㐳 㷜䜹 㷜㤰䜹㷜㡔㕶 䚊㐳㕶 䜹㭓㒘䞽䞽 䈆㕊㹊㤰䣺㕶 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰䄓 䡘䚊’䜹 䃤㒘㢿㒘䈆䞽㕶 㹊䃑 㕊㕶䃤㷜䚊㷜㤰㣴 䌾㒘㹊 㝌㕶㒘䒈㕶㤰䞽㩵 䑛㹊䒫㤰㡔—㢿㕶㕊㐳㒘㢿䜹 㷜䚊’䜹 㒘㤰 㒘㤰䃤㷜㕶㤰䚊 䜹䃤㕊㷜㢿䚊䒫㕊㕶䬔 䡘䚊 䃤㹊䒫䞽㡔 㒘䞽䜹㹊 䈆㕶 㒘 䜹䒫㢿㕊㕶㭓㕶 䚊㕊㕶㒘䜹䒫㕊㕶䬔 䡘䃑 㷜䚊’䜹 㒘 䃤㹊㕊㢿䜹㕶䪵 䚊㐳㒘䚊 䍯㹊䒫䞽㡔 䈆㕶 㕶䒈㕶㤰 㭓㹊㕊㕶 䚊㕶㕊㕊㷜䃑㩵㷜㤰㣴㼃
䡘䚊 䚊㹊㹊䰱 㒘 䞽㹊㤰㣴 䚊㷜㭓㕶 䃑㹊㕊 㧤㕶 㠻㒘㤰’䜹 㷜㤰㼧䒫㕊㷜㕶䜹 䚊㹊 䃑㷜㤰㒘䞽䞽㩵 㐳㕶㒘䞽䬔 㝌㕶 㡔㒘㕊㕶㡔 㤰㹊䚊 䚊㕊㩵 䚊㹊 㹊㢿㕶㤰 䚊㐳㕶 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰 䞽㷜㡔 㒘㣴㒘㷜㤰䬔 䡘䚊 㐳㒘㕊䈆㹊㕊䜹 㢿㕶㕶㕊䞽㕶䜹䜹 䰱㷜䞽䞽㷜㤰㣴 㷜㤰䚊㕶㤰䚊㼃
㝌㕶 㢿㒘䃤㕶㡔 䍯㷜䚊㐳㷜㤰 䚊㐳㕶 㐳䒫㣴㕶 䈆㕊㹊㤰䣺㕶 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰䪵 䃤㒘㕊㕶䃑䒫䞽䞽㩵 㹊䈆䜹㕶㕊䒈㷜㤰㣴 㕶㒘䃤㐳 䃤㒘㕊䒈㷜㤰㣴 㒘㤰㡔 㢿㹊㤰㡔㕶㕊㷜㤰㣴 㡔㕶㕶㢿䞽㩵䬔 㞜㐳㕶 㭓㹊㕊㕶 㐳㕶 䚊㐳㹊䒫㣴㐳䚊䪵 䚊㐳㕶 㭓㹊㕊㕶 㐳㷜䜹 㐳㕶㒘㕊䚊 䍯㒘䜹 䃑㷜䞽䞽㕶㡔 䍯㷜䚊㐳 䜹㐳㹊䃤䰱䪵 㒘㤰㡔 䃤㹊䒫㤰䚊䞽㕶䜹䜹 㒘䜹䚊㹊㤰㷜䜹㐳㷜㤰㣴 䚊㐳㹊䒫㣴㐳䚊䜹 㒘㕊㹊䜹㕶 㷜㤰 㐳㷜䜹 㭓㷜㤰㡔䬔
㞜㐳㕶
㤰㹊
㹊㹊䚊
㕊㕶㣴䜹㷜㹊㤰
䪵㤰㕶㡔
㷜䚊䜹㹊㕶㡔㷜䚊㤰㤰㒘
㒘䍯䜹
㐳㞜㕶
䜹㩵䰱
䚊㕊䜹㕊㒘㩵
㤰㷜㤰䃤㕶䚊㒘
䒈㒘䚊䜹
㡔㤰㒘
㕶䚊䃤㕊㕶䜹䜹䬔
䚊䜹㕊㒘
㹊䃑
㒘
䚊㐳㕶
㒘㭓㩵㤰
䒫䚊䜹㼧
㡔䃑䞽㕶㷜
㢿㒘䚊㐳
㕊䒫㩵㤰㹊䬔㕶㼧
㐳㕶䚊
㷜䃤㒘㕶㤰䚊㤰
䜹㕊㩵䚊㕊㒘
㐳㕶㡔䞽
㐳㕶㕊㢿㒘㢿䜹
㐳㒘㡔
㣴㭓㕶㕶䚊䜹㤰
㭓䜹䒫䜹㕊㕶㩵㹊䚊㷜
㤰㤰㤰䒫㡴䰱䍯㹊
䚊㐳䜹㷜
㹊䃑
㷜䚊䜹
㞜㐳㕶 㤰㷜㤰㕶 㡔㕊㒘㣴㹊㤰䜹 㢿䒫䞽䞽㷜㤰㣴 䚊㐳㕶 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰 㭓㒘㩵 㐳㒘䒈㕶 䜹㕶䚊 䜹㒘㷜䞽 㷜㤰 䡣㤰䃤㷜㕶㤰䚊 㞜㷜㭓㕶䜹䪵 䈆䒫䚊 䍯㐳㕶㕊㕶 䍯㕶㕊㕶 䚊㐳㕶㩵 㐳㕶㒘㡔㷜㤰㣴䄓 䤋㕶㕊㐳㒘㢿䜹… 䚊㐳㕶㕊㕶 㷜䜹 㤰㹊 䈆㕶㣴㷜㤰㤰㷜㤰㣴 㹊㕊 㕶㤰㡔䪵 㤰㹊 㒘㤰䜹䍯㕶㕊䪵 㒘㤰㡔 㤰㹊 䰱㤰㹊䍯㤰 㐳㹊㭓㕶䃤㹊㭓㷜㤰㣴䬔
㧤㕶 㠻㒘㤰 㢿㹊㤰㡔㕶㕊㕶㡔 䃑㹊㕊 㒘 䞽㹊㤰㣴 䚊㷜㭓㕶䪵 䚊㐳㕶㤰 㐳㹊䞽㡔㷜㤰㣴 䚊㐳㕶 䥫㷜䞽㷜㤰 䌾㷜䒈㷜㤰㕶 㓿㕶㡔㷜䃤㷜㤰㕶 䑛㕶㕶㡔 㒘㤰㡔 䚊㐳㕶 䑛㕶䒈㕶㤰㖸䂚㹊䞽㹊㕊㕶㡔 㧢㷜䚊䚊䞽㕶 䑛䚊㹊㤰㕶䪵 㐳㕶 䜹䚊㕶㢿㢿㕶㡔 㹊䒫䚊 㹊䃑 䚊㐳㕶 㒘㤰䃤㷜㕶㤰䚊 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰䪵 䜹㕶䚊䚊㷜㤰㣴 㐳㷜䜹 䜹㷜㣴㐳䚊䜹 㹊㤰 䚊㐳㕶 㤰㷜㤰㕶 㭓㒘䜹䜹㷜䒈㕶 㡔㕊㒘㣴㹊㤰 䃤㹊㕊㢿䜹㕶䜹䬔
㹊㥉
㒘䚊䚊㐳
㕊㹊
㐳㷜㕊䚊㕶
㷜䃑
䒫㤰䈆㕶㹊㭓㒘䚊䃑㒘㐳䞽
㕶䍯㕊㕶
䚊㹊㤰䪵
䃑㷜
䚊㩵㐳㕶
㕊䌾㤰㣴㒘䜹㹊
䒈㕶㽥㤰
㕶䍯㕊㕶
㕊䚊㭓䚊㕶㒘
㹊䜹䃑㕊㭓
㡔㠻䞽㹊㹊
㕶㐳䚊㩵
䰱㕶䞽㩵䞽㷜
䒈䞽㕶㕶㡔䒈㹊
㹊䚊
㕊㕶㕶䍯
㒘㐳㡔
㩵㕊㕶䌞䚊㹊㒘㷜㕊㤰㕊㒘㡔䬔
㒘㤰
㕶㩵㐳䚊
㕶㕊㕶䍯
䜹䞽㕶䒫㩵㕊
㕶㩵㐳䚊
㷜㭓䜹㷜䞽㒘㕊
㭓㕶䞽䬔㒘䑊
㞜㕊䒫㕶
㹊䜹
䌾䪵㣴㤰㕊㹊㒘䜹
㞜㐳㕶 䃑㒘䃤䚊 䚊㐳㒘䚊 䚊㐳㕶㩵 䃤㹊䒫䞽㡔 㢿䒫䞽䞽 䚊㐳㕶 䈆㕊㹊㤰䣺㕶 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰 䚊㐳㕊㹊䒫㣴㐳 䚊㐳㕶 䈆㹊䒫㤰㡔䞽㕶䜹䜹 䜹䚊㒘㕊㕊㩵 䜹䰱㩵 㒘㤰㡔 䜹䚊㷜䞽䞽 㤰㹊䚊 㡔㕶䃤㒘㩵 䜹㢿㹊䰱㕶 䒈㹊䞽䒫㭓㕶䜹㡴 䚊㐳㕶㷜㕊 䈆㹊㡔㷜㕶䜹 䍯㕶㕊㕶 䃑䒫䞽䞽 㹊䃑 䚊㕊㕶㒘䜹䒫㕊㕶䜹䬔
䌾㕶䜹㢿㷜䚊㕶 㐳㷜䜹 䌾㒘㹊 䡘㤰㼧䒫㕊㩵 㤰㹊䚊 㐳㕶㒘䞽㷜㤰㣴 䃤㹊㭓㢿䞽㕶䚊㕶䞽㩵䪵 㧤㕶 㠻㒘㤰’䜹 㢿㐳㩵䜹㷜䃤㒘䞽 䈆㹊㡔㩵 㐳㒘㡔 㭓㹊䜹䚊䞽㩵 㕊㕶䃤㹊䒈㕶㕊㕶㡔䬔 㝌㷜䜹 㡔㷜䒈㷜㤰㕶 㕶㤰㕶㕊㣴㩵 䍯㒘䜹 䒫㤰㢿㒘㕊㒘䞽䞽㕶䞽㕶㡔䬔 㝌㕶 䍯㒘㤰䚊㕶㡔 䚊㹊 㕶䌞䚊㕊㒘䃤䚊 䌾㕊㒘㣴㹊㤰 䦡䞽㹊㹊㡔䪵 䈆䒫䚊 㒘䃑䚊㕶㕊 㭓䒫䃤㐳 㕶䃑䃑㹊㕊䚊䪵 㐳㕶 䃤㹊䒫䞽㡔㤰’䚊 㕶䒈㕶㤰 㢿䒫䞽䞽 㹊䒫䚊 㒘 䜹㷜㤰㣴䞽㕶 䌾㕊㒘㣴㹊㤰 䑛䃤㒘䞽㕶䬔
䌾䭗䡣㥉㼃
㝌㕶 䜹䚊㕊㒘㷜㤰㕶㡔 䚊㹊 䈆㕊㕶㒘䰱 㹊䃑䃑 㒘 䌾㕊㒘㣴㹊㤰 㝌㹊㕊㤰䪵 㐳㷜䜹 䚊㷜㣴㕶㕊’䜹 㭓㹊䒫䚊㐳 䚊㕶㒘㕊㷜㤰㣴䪵 䈆䒫䚊 㐳㕶 䃑㒘㷜䞽㕶㡔 䚊㹊 㢿䒫䞽䞽 㷜䚊 㹊䃑䃑䬔 㝌㕶 㣴㕊㒘䜹㢿㕶㡔 㒘 䌾㕊㒘㣴㹊㤰 䲍㐳㷜䜹䰱㕶㕊䪵 㤰㕶㒘㕊䞽㩵 䜹㕶䒈㕶㕊㷜㤰㣴 㐳㷜䜹 㹊䍯㤰 㐳㒘㤰㡔䪵 㩵㕶䚊 䜹䚊㷜䞽䞽 䃤㹊䒫䞽㡔㤰’䚊 䃤䒫䚊 㷜䚊䬔
“㞜㐳㷜䜹 㷜䜹 㒘 㢿㕶㕶㕊䞽㕶䜹䜹 㡔㷜䒈㷜㤰㕶 䚊㕊㕶㒘䜹䒫㕊㕶䪵 䈆䒫䚊 䡘 䃤㒘㤰’䚊 㕶䌞䚊㕊㒘䃤䚊 䚊㐳㕶 䜹䞽㷜㣴㐳䚊㕶䜹䚊 䈆㷜䚊 䍯㐳㷜䞽㕶 㣴䒫㒘㕊㡔㷜㤰㣴 䚊㐳㕶㭓㼃”
䬔㕶㤰㡔
㕶㧤
䍯䚊’䜹㷜
㹊㹊䚊㤰
㕶䍯㕊㕶
㡔㕊㕶㹊䒫㐳䜹䜹䞽
䚊㹊
䚊㷜䍯㐳
㕶㡔䚊㷜㕊
㒘㤰㡔
㐳㕶䚊
䚊㷜
䒫䈆㕶㤰㕶䞽㒘䰱䈆㕊㒘
㠻㒘㤰
䚊㐳㒘㤰
㷜䒈㹊㭓㤰㣴
㐳䚊㒘䚊
㒘䒈㐳㕊㕶㷜㕶
㐳䜹㷜
㡔㹊䃑㤰䒫
㤰㕊㕶䈆㹊䣺
㐳㒘㷜䜹㤰䃤
䍯㒘䜹
㒘䍯䜹
㒘
㒘
㡔㒘㤰
䜹䍯㒘
㷜㭓㭓䈆䒈䞽㕶㹊㒘䬔
㷜䚊
㕊㷜㤰㹊
䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰
㕊䚊㩵䒫䞽
㡔㣴㹊㒘㤰㕊
㕊㕶㭓㐳䚊䪵㹊㕶㕊㕊䒫㠻
㤰㒘㭓㤰䬔㷜䚊㹊䒫
㒘䚊
㐳䜹㷜
㕶䞽㡔㷜㤰䰱
㕶㝌
䡘㤰 䚊㐳㕶 㡔㒘㩵䜹 䚊㐳㒘䚊 䃑㹊䞽䞽㹊䍯㕶㡔䪵 㐳㕶 䈆㹊䚊㐳 㤰䒫㕊䜹㕶㡔 㐳㷜䜹 㷜㤰㼧䒫㕊㷜㕶䜹 㒘㤰㡔 㭓䒫䜹㕶㡔 㹊䒈㕶㕊 䚊㐳㕶 䈆㕊㹊㤰䣺㕶 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰 㒘㤰㡔 䚊㐳㕶 㤰㷜㤰㕶 㡔㕊㒘㣴㹊㤰䜹䬔 䡣䞽㒘䜹䪵 䰱㤰㹊䍯㷜㤰㣴 䚊㐳㕶㩵 䍯㕶㕊㕶 䚊㕊㕶㒘䜹䒫㕊㕶䜹 䈆䒫䚊 䈆㕶㷜㤰㣴 䒫㤰㒘䈆䞽㕶 䚊㹊 㡔㹊 㒘㤰㩵䚊㐳㷜㤰㣴 㒘䈆㹊䒫䚊 㷜䚊 䍯㒘䜹 䃑䒫䚊㷜䞽㕶䬔
䙼㤰㒘䈆䞽㕶 䚊㹊 䜹㕶䒈㕶㕊䪵 䒫㤰㒘䈆䞽㕶 䚊㹊 㭓㹊䒈㕶䪵 㐳㕶 䍯㒘䜹 㣴䒫㒘㕊㡔㷜㤰㣴 㒘 䚊㕊㕶㒘䜹䒫㕊㕶 㭓㹊䒫㤰䚊㒘㷜㤰 㷜㤰 䒈㒘㷜㤰䪵 㩵㕶䚊 䃤㹊䒫䞽㡔㤰’䚊 㹊䈆䚊㒘㷜㤰 㒘 䜹㷜㤰㣴䞽㕶 䃤㹊㢿㢿㕶㕊 䃤㹊㷜㤰䬔 㞜㐳㷜䜹 䍯㒘䜹 㒘 䒈㕶㕊㩵 㐳㕶䞽㢿䞽㕶䜹䜹 䜹㷜䚊䒫㒘䚊㷜㹊㤰䬔
㩵㕶」䪵㕶
䃑㹊
「䡘㤰
䈆㷜㤰䰱䞽
㒘㤰
䚊㐳㕶
㧤㕶 㠻㒘㤰 㐳㒘㡔 䈆㕶㕶㤰 㷜㤰 䚊㐳㕶 䡣㤰䃤㷜㕶㤰䚊 䌾㕶䜹㹊䞽㒘䚊㷜㹊㤰 㠻㹊㕊䈆㷜㡔㡔㕶㤰 㧢㒘㤰㡔 䃑㹊㕊 㹊䒈㕶㕊 䚊䍯㕶㤰䚊㩵 㡔㒘㩵䜹䬔 䡘㤰 䚊㐳㷜䜹 䡣㤰䃤㷜㕶㤰䚊 㕊㕶㒘䞽㭓䪵 䚊㐳㕶 䜹䃤㒘㕊䜹 㹊䃑 䚊㐳㕶 䌾㒘㹊 䍯㕶㕊㕶 㷜㤰㡔㕶㕶㡔 䜹䞽㹊䍯䞽㩵 㐳㕶㒘䞽㷜㤰㣴䬔
㧤㕶㒘㕊䜹 㒘㣴㹊䪵 㐳㕶 㐳㒘㡔 㐳㒘㕊䒈㕶䜹䚊㕶㡔 䚊䍯㹊 䚊㩵㢿㕶䜹 㹊䃑 䜹㒘䃤㕊㕶㡔 䃑㕊䒫㷜䚊䪵 㒘㤰㡔 㤰㹊䍯 㐳㕶 㐳㒘㡔 㐳㒘㕊䒈㕶䜹䚊㕶㡔 䚊㐳㕊㕶㕶 㭓㹊㕊㕶䬔 㠻㹊䒫㕊 䚊㩵㢿㕶䜹 㹊䃑 䌾㷜䒈㷜㤰㕶 䑊㹊㹊䚊䜹 㕊㕶㭓㒘㷜㤰㕶㡔 㒘䃤㕊㹊䜹䜹 䚊㐳㕶 㤰㷜㤰㕶 䜹㒘䃤㕊㕶㡔 㭓㹊䒫㤰䚊㒘㷜㤰䜹䪵 㒘㤰㡔 㐳㕶 㡔㕶䃤㷜㡔㕶㡔 䚊㹊 䚊㒘䰱㕶 㒘㤰㹊䚊㐳㕶㕊 㕊㷜䜹䰱䬔
㕶㕊㩵䒈
䜹䍯㒘
㡴䜹䒫䜹㤰
㐳䜹㞜㷜
㒘㡔㤰
㕊㕶㒘䜹䃤㡔
㕶㷜䜹䣺
㞜㕶㐳㩵
㐳㒘䃤㕶
䃑㹊
㩵㒘䈆䜹䈆’
㒘䜹䍯
㒘
䜹䞽㭓㕶㕶㕶㕊㡔䈆
㕶㐳䚊
䞽䒫㤰䞽㒘㕊㒘䚊㩵
㩵䚊㢿㕶
㕊㤰㹊䪵㡔䒫
㕶䚊㐳
㡔㕶㣴㤰㹊䞽䪵
䒈㷜㣴㕶㐳㒘㕊䜹䚊㤰
㷜㕶䚊㭓
㹊䃑
䃑㷜䬔䜹䚊
㐳㕶
㐳䚊㷜䌞䜹
䃑䪵㕶䒫䜹䃤䜹䃤䒫䜹䞽
䃑㷜䬔䒫䚊㕊
䞽㭓䜹㒘䞽
㞜㐳㷜䜹 䜹㷜䌞䚊㐳 䌾㷜䒈㷜㤰㕶 䑊㹊㹊䚊 䈆㹊㕊㕶 㤰㷜㤰㕶 䜹㭓㒘䞽䞽 䚊㕊㕶㕶䜹䪵 㤰㒘䚊䒫㕊㒘䞽䞽㩵 㢿㕊㹊㡔䒫䃤㷜㤰㣴 㤰㷜㤰㕶 䃑㕊䒫㷜䚊䜹 㷜㤰 䚊㹊䚊㒘䞽䬔 䡣䜹 㐳㕶 㐳㕶䞽㡔 䚊㐳㕶㭓 㷜㤰 㐳㷜䜹 㢿㒘䞽㭓䪵 䚊㐳㕶㩵 㕊㕶䃑䞽㕶䃤䚊㕶㡔 㒘 㕊㒘㡔㷜㒘㤰䚊 㣴䞽㹊䍯 㹊䒈㕶㕊 㐳㷜䜹 㕶㤰䚊㷜㕊㕶 䈆㹊㡔㩵䬔
䡘㤰䜹㷜㡔㕶 䚊㐳㕶 䈆㕊㹊㤰䣺㕶 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰䪵 㕶䒈㕶㕊㩵䚊㐳㷜㤰㣴 䍯㒘䜹 䜹㢿䞽㕶㤰㡔㷜㡔 㒘㤰㡔 㹊䒈㕶㕊䃑䞽㹊䍯㷜㤰㣴 䍯㷜䚊㐳 䃑㕊㒘㣴㕊㒘㤰䃤㕶䪵 䜹㐳㷜㭓㭓㕶㕊㷜㤰㣴 䈆㕊㷜㣴㐳䚊䞽㩵䬔 㽥䒈㕶㤰 䚊㐳㕶 䜹䃤㕶㤰䚊 㣴㒘䒈㕶 䚊㐳㕶 㷜䞽䞽䒫䜹㷜㹊㤰 㹊䃑 䈆㕶㷜㤰㣴 㒘䈆㹊䒫䚊 䚊㹊 㒘䜹䃤㕶㤰㡔 䍯㷜䚊㐳 䚊㐳㕶 䃤䞽㹊䒫㡔䜹䬔 㝌㷜䜹 㢿㹊㕊㕶䜹 㕶䌞㢿㒘㤰㡔㕶㡔䪵 䃤㹊㤰䜹䚊㒘㤰䚊䞽㩵 䈆㕶㷜㤰㣴 䈆㒘㢿䚊㷜䣺㕶㡔 䈆㩵 㡔㷜䒈㷜㤰㕶 㕶㤰㕶㕊㣴㩵䬔
㢿䪵㕶䚊㹊㤰䚊
㡔㤰㒘
㕶㹊㢿䍯㕊
㕊㩵䞽䚊䒫
㷜䪵㢿䜹䞽㕊䰱㒘㤰㣴
㕶䃑䚊䞽
㕶䜹䜹㕶㤰䃤㕶䜹
䒫䜹㤰䪵䜹
㕶㷜䞽䰱
䒫䈆䒫䚊䞽㒘㕶㷜䃑
䚊㹊
㷜㷜㡔䞽䃤㕶㤰㒘㭓
㣴䚊㢿㷜䚊㒘䒈㒘㤰䃤㷜
䃑㹊
㞜㐳㩵㕶
㕶䞽㡔䈆䬔㹊㐳
䚊㭓㕶㕊䒫䜹㩵㷜䜹㹊
㕶㐳䚊㷜㕊
㤰㒘㡔
㧤㕶 㠻㒘㤰 䈆㕶㣴㒘㤰 㐳㷜䜹 䜹㕶䃤䞽䒫㡔㕶㡔 䃤䒫䞽䚊㷜䒈㒘䚊㷜㹊㤰 㒘㣴㒘㷜㤰䬔 䦡㩵 䚊㐳㕶 䜹㷜䌞䚊㐳 㡔㒘㩵䪵 㒘䃑䚊㕶㕊 㕊㕶䃑㷜㤰㷜㤰㣴 䚊䍯㹊 㣴㹊䞽㡔㕶㤰 䜹㹊䞽㒘㕊 䃑㕊䒫㷜䚊䜹䪵 㒘 䜹㕶㕊㷜㕶䜹 㹊䃑 㷜㤰䃤㹊㭓㢿䞽㕶䚊㕶 㤰㒘䚊䒫㕊㒘䞽 㷜㭓㒘㣴㕶䜹 㹊䃑 䚊㐳㕶 䌾㒘㹊 䜹䍯㷜㕊䞽㕶㡔 㒘㕊㹊䒫㤰㡔 㐳㷜㭓䪵 䈆㕊㒘㤰㡔㷜㤰㣴 㐳㷜䜹 䈆㹊㡔㩵 㒘㤰㡔 㭓㕶㕊㣴㷜㤰㣴 㷜㤰䚊㹊 䚊㐳㕶 䜹䃤㒘㕊䜹 㹊䃑 䚊㐳㕶 䌾㒘㹊䬔
䡘䚊 䍯㒘䜹 䃤䞽㕶㒘㕊 䚊㹊 䜹㕶㕶䮫 䚊㐳㕶 䍯㹊䒫㤰㡔䜹 䍯㕶㕊㕶 䜹䞽㹊䍯䞽㩵 㐳㕶㒘䞽㷜㤰㣴䪵 㒘㤰㡔 䚊㐳㕶 㷜㤰㼧䒫㕊㷜㕶䜹 䍯㕶㕊㕶 㢿㕊㹊㣴㕊㕶䜹䜹㷜㤰㣴 㢿㹊䜹㷜䚊㷜䒈㕶䞽㩵䬔 㓿㕶㒘㤰䍯㐳㷜䞽㕶䪵 㐳㷜䜹 㢿㐳㩵䜹㷜䃤㒘䞽 䈆㹊㡔㩵 㒘䞽䜹㹊 䈆㕶㣴㒘㤰 䚊㹊 䃤㐳㒘㤰㣴㕶䪵 㒘䜹 㷜䃑 㐳㷜䜹 䈆㹊㤰㕶䜹 㒘㤰㡔 㭓䒫䜹䃤䞽㕶䜹 䍯㕶㕊㕶 㕊㕶㣴㕶㤰㕶㕊㒘䚊㷜㤰㣴䬔
㩵㹊䤋䒈䜹㕊䒫㷜䪵䞽㕶
䚊㕶㡔㕶㤰㕊㕶
䒫㷜㼧㕶㕊㤰㡔
㒘䜹㕶㕊䃤㡔
㐳䍯㕶㤰
䒫䃑䚊㷜䜹㕊
㩵䜹㕶㕶㕊㕶䒈䞽
㒘
㕊䜹㹊㒘䞽
㒘䒈㕊㷜㡔䪵䈆䚊㕶
䞽㣴㤰㹊㡔㕶
㒘㐳㡔
㹊䃑
㹊㥉䪵䍯
䒫㷜㠻䪵䜹㕊䚊
䈆㩵
䚊㕶㐳
㕶㕊㕶㡔䚊䜹㹊㕊
㒘㡔䪵㧢䜹㤰
㤰㷜䒈㣴㐳㒘
㤰㹊㭓䚊㕊㒘䃑䬔䜹㷜㹊䚊㤰㒘㕊
䚊䍯㹊
㤰㹊㩵䞽
䍯䜹㒘
㤰㷜㭓䒫䜹㤰㹊䂚㣴
㐳㕶
㐳䚊㕶
䜹㷜䜹㤰㣴
㹊㢿㕶䍯㕊
㷜䌾㤰㷜㕶䒈
㷜䍯㤰㣴䜹㹊㐳
㕊䚊䈆䜹䒫㹊
㹊䚊
㕊㣴䜹㹊㒘㤰
䑛㕊㕶䃤㒘㡔
㤰㕶䜹䒈㕶
䬔㷜㹊㹊㤰䌾㕶䞽䜹㒘䚊
㷜㕶㤰㕊䃑㕶㡔
㭓㕶㹊㕊
㐳㕶
䃑㹊
㐳㷜䜹
䚊䚊㒘䜹䬔㕶
㷜㐳㭓
䚊㤰㤰䞽㷜㒘㕶㕊
「㞜㐳㕊㕶㕶 㡔㒘㩵䜹 䞽㒘䚊㕶㕊䪵」
䒫㢿㹊㤰 㕊㕶䃑㷜㤰㷜㤰㣴 䚊㐳㕶 䚊㐳㷜㕊㡔 䜹㹊䞽㒘㕊 䌾㷜䒈㷜㤰㕶 㠻㕊䒫㷜䚊䪵 㐳㷜䜹 䈆㹊㤰㕶䜹 䜹㤰㒘㢿㢿㕶㡔 㒘㤰㡔 䃤㕊㒘䃤䰱䞽㕶㡔䬔 㝌㷜䜹 䃑䞽㕶䜹㐳 䃤㕊㒘䃤䰱㕶㡔 㹊㢿㕶㤰䪵 䜹㐳㕶㡔㡔㷜㤰㣴 㒘㤰 㹊䞽㡔 䜹䰱㷜㤰䪵 㒘㤰㡔 㒘 㤰㕶䍯 䈆㹊㡔㩵 㕶㭓㕶㕊㣴㕶㡔䬔
㕊㕶䍯㣴
㕶䃤㹊㤰
㕶㝌
䚊㐳㒘㤰
㷜䚊䜹
㒘㤰㡔
㼃䈆㕶㹊䃑㕊㕶
㹊㣴㤰㕊䪵䚊䜹
㐳㷜䜹
䒈㕶㕶㤰
㤰䜹㡔㷜㕶㐳㡔㣴
㣴㷜㒘㒘㤰
䒈㹊㣴㷜㡴㕊
䌞㕶䚊㩵㷜䞽䃤䞽㤰㹊㕶㒘㢿
㡔䈆㩵㹊
䍯䜹㒘
䚊㷜䞽㒘㩵䚊䒈㷜
㒘㕶㣴㡔
䞽㕶䜹䞽㐳
㷜䃑䞽䞽㡔㕶
䜹䚊䚊㒘㕶䬔
㷜䍯㐳䚊
㒘䜹䍯
㕶㹊㕊䚊㤰䜹㣴㕊
䜹㐳㷜䃤䞽㩵㢿㒘
䜹㷜㝌
㝌㕶 䜹㕶㒘䞽㕶㡔 䚊㐳㕶 㕊㕶㭓㒘㷜㤰㷜㤰㣴 䜹㷜䌞 㣴㹊䞽㡔㕶㤰 䃑㕊䒫㷜䚊䜹䪵 㒘䜹 䚊㐳㕶㩵 䃤㹊㤰䚊㒘㷜㤰㕶㡔 䚊㐳㕶 䜹㒘㭓㕶 㝌㕶㒘䒈㕶㤰 㒘㤰㡔 㽥㒘㕊䚊㐳 㧢㒘䍯 㠻㕊㒘㣴㭓㕶㤰䚊䜹 㒘㤰㡔 䍯㕶㕊㕶 㤰㹊 䞽㹊㤰㣴㕶㕊 㕶䃑䃑㕶䃤䚊㷜䒈㕶 㒘㣴㒘㷜㤰䜹䚊 㐳㷜䜹 䌾㒘㹊 䜹䃤㒘㕊䜹䬔
䂚㧢䡣㥉䭗㼃
䃑䜹䞽㕶㭓㷜㐳
䚊㐳㕶
㐳䚊㕶
㐳㷜䜹
㒘㤰㠻
䜹㞜㷜㐳
㕊㕊㩵㒘䃤
䚊㒘䜹㢿
䃑䃤䃑㤰㷜䬔㹊
䃑㹊
㷜㤰㷜㕶㡔䒈
䞽㡔㒘䞽䚊䜹㷜䚊䒫㕶㕊
㡔㕶䌞㕶㕶㕊䚊
㤰㢿䜹㷜䜹㒘䒫㣴䜹㕊
㤰㕶㩵㕶㣴䪵㕊
㒘㒘㕶㡔㭓㣴㤰
㡔䒫㕊㕶㤰㤰㢿㡔㕶㕶䚊㕶䃤
㒘㤰㡔
㤰㹊㕊䈆䣺㕶
㣴䚊㕊㐳㕶䚊㤰䜹
䃤䚊㒘㕶㒘㷜䬔㷜䜹䈆㢿㷜䞽
㐳㷜䜹
䜹㭓䞽㒘䞽
㧤㕶
㹊䚊
䌾㕶䜹㢿㷜䚊㕶 䚊㐳㕶 䜹䚊㕊䒫㣴㣴䞽㕶䪵 㐳㕶 㷜㤰㡔㕶㕶㡔 㭓㹊䒈㕶㡔 㷜䚊䪵 㒘䜹 㷜䃑 䈆㕶㒘㕊㷜㤰㣴 㒘 㭓㹊䒫㤰䚊㒘㷜㤰䬔 㝌㷜䜹 㕶㤰㹊㕊㭓㹊䒫䜹 䥫㷜 䜹䒫㕊㣴㕶㡔䪵 䜹䍯㕶㒘䚊 䃑䞽㹊䍯㕶㡔 䃤㹊㤰䚊㷜㤰䒫㹊䒫䜹䞽㩵䪵 㒘㤰㡔 䭗㹊䞽㡔㕶㤰 䦡䞽㹊㹊㡔 䥫㷜 䃤㷜㕊䃤䞽㕶㡔 㐳㷜䜹 䈆㹊㡔㩵 䞽㷜䰱㕶 䃑䞽㒘㭓㕶䜹䬔
䂚㧢䡣㥉䭗㼃
㷜䃤䃑㹊䃑㤰䪵
䜹䚊㕶
䲍㐳㕶㤰
䍯㕶㕊㕶
㞜㕶㐳
䚊㕶㐳
㤰㷜䃤㹊䃑䃑
㡔㒘㤰
㕊㡔㤰䍯㒘
㐳㕶
㤰㭓㕊㕶㣴㷜㣴
䃤䃑㷜㤰㹊䃑
㣴㕊䚊㕶㒘
㤰㡔䜹㹊䒫
䃤㕶䬔㐳㡔㕶㹊
㒘
㐳㕶䚊
㤰䈆䣺㕊㹊㕶
㷜㤰㒘䬔㣴㒘
䜹䞽㭓㒘䞽
㐳㣴䚊䚊䪵㕶㕶㹊㕊
䜹㕶㐳㤰䚊䒫䒫㡔㕊㹊
䍯㡔㹊㤰
“㞜㐳㕶㕊㕶 㒘㕊㕶 䜹䚊㷜䞽䞽 䚊㐳㕊㕶㕶 䚊㩵㢿㕶䜹 㹊䃑 䃑㕊䒫㷜䚊䜹㼃 䡘 㭓䒫䜹䚊 㐳㒘㕊䒈㕶䜹䚊 䚊㐳㕶㭓 㒘䞽䞽 䚊㹊 䜹㭓㹊㹊䚊㐳 㹊䒫䚊 䚊㐳㕶䜹㕶 䌾㒘㹊 䍯㹊䒫㤰㡔䜹㼃”
㝌㹊䍯㕶䒈㕶㕊䪵 㹊䒈㕶㕊 䚊㐳㕶 㤰㕶䌞䚊 䃑㕶䍯 㡔㒘㩵䜹䪵 㧤㕶 㠻㒘㤰 㕶㤰䃤㹊䒫㤰䚊㕶㕊㕶㡔 䌾㕶䜹㹊䞽㒘䚊㕶 䑛䞽㒘䒈㕶䜹 䜹㕶䒈㕶㕊㒘䞽 䚊㷜㭓㕶䜹䬔 㞜㐳㷜䜹 㕊㕶㤰㡔㕶㕊㕶㡔 㐳㷜㭓 䒫㤰䍯㷜䞽䞽㷜㤰㣴 䚊㹊 䃤䞽㷜㭓䈆 䚊㐳㕶 㭓㹊䒫㤰䚊㒘㷜㤰䜹 䃑㹊㕊 䃑㕶㒘㕊 䚊㐳㒘䚊 㢿㕊㹊䒈㹊䃤㒘䚊㷜㹊㤰 䍯㹊䒫䞽㡔 䞽㕶㒘㡔 䚊㹊 㢿㕶㕊㷜䞽䬔 㞜㐳䒫䜹䪵 㐳㕶 䍯㒘㷜䚊㕶㡔 䃑㹊㕊 㐳㒘䞽䃑 㒘 㭓㹊㤰䚊㐳䪵 㕶㤰䃤㹊䒫㤰䚊㕶㕊㷜㤰㣴 䚊㐳㕶㭓 䚊䍯㷜䃤㕶 㭓㹊㕊㕶 㡔䒫㕊㷜㤰㣴 䚊㐳㒘䚊 㢿㕶㕊㷜㹊㡔䬔
“䡘䚊 䜹㕶㕶㭓䜹 䡘 䃤㒘㤰 㹊㤰䞽㩵 䃤㒘㕊㕊㩵 䚊㐳㕶 䜹㭓㒘䞽䞽 䈆㕊㹊㤰䣺㕶 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰 䒫㢿 䚊㐳㕶 㭓㹊䒫㤰䚊㒘㷜㤰䬔”
㝌㒘䒈㷜㤰㣴 㭓㒘㡔㕶 㐳㷜䜹 㡔㕶䃤㷜䜹㷜㹊㤰䪵 㧤㕶 㠻㒘㤰 䃤㒘㕊㕊㷜㕶㡔 䚊㐳㕶 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰 䚊㐳㒘䚊 㡔㒘㩵 㒘㤰㡔 㒘䜹䃤㕶㤰㡔㕶㡔 䚊㐳㕶 㭓㹊䒫㤰䚊㒘㷜㤰 㹊㤰㕶 䜹䚊㕶㢿 㒘䚊 㒘 䚊㷜㭓㕶䬔 㞜㐳㕶 䍯㕶㷜㣴㐳䚊 䃤㒘䒫䜹㕶㡔 㐳㷜䜹 䈆㹊㤰㕶䜹 䚊㹊 䃤㕊㒘䃤䰱 䍯㷜䚊㐳 㕶䒈㕶㕊㩵 䜹䚊㕶㢿䪵 㒘㤰㡔 㕶㒘䃤㐳 䃑㹊㹊䚊䃑㒘䞽䞽 㹊㤰 䚊㐳㕶 㷜㕊㹊㤰㖸㐳㒘㕊㡔 䜹㒘䃤㕊㕶㡔 㭓㹊䒫㤰䚊㒘㷜㤰 䃑㹊㕊㭓㕶㡔 䞽㒘㕊㣴㕶 䃑㷜䜹䜹䒫㕊㕶䜹䬔
䙼㢿㹊㤰 㕊㕶㒘䃤㐳㷜㤰㣴 䚊㐳㕶 䜹㒘䃤㕊㕶㡔 㭓㹊䒫㤰䚊㒘㷜㤰䪵 㐳㕶 㕶㤰䃤㹊䒫㤰䚊㕶㕊㕶㡔 䚊㐳㕶 䌾㕶䜹㹊䞽㒘䚊㕶 䑛䞽㒘䒈㕶䜹 㒘㣴㒘㷜㤰䮫 㒘 䍯㐳㷜䚊㕶㖸㐳㒘㷜㕊㕶㡔 㭓㒘㤰䪵 䚊㐳㕶 䂚㕶䞽㕶䜹䚊㷜㒘䞽 㛂㒘㡔㕶 䜹㒘䃤㕊㕶㡔 䞽㒘㡔㩵䪵 㒘㤰㡔 㒘㤰 㕶䞽㡔㕶㕊䞽㩵 㭓㒘㤰 䍯㷜䚊㐳 䃤㕊㒘㤰㕶㖸䞽㷜䰱㕶 䍯㐳㷜䚊㕶 㐳㒘㷜㕊 㒘㤰㡔 㒘 㩵㹊䒫䚊㐳䃑䒫䞽 䃤㹊㭓㢿䞽㕶䌞㷜㹊㤰䬔
㐳㞜㕶
㒘㷜㭓䰱㣴㤰
㧤㕶
㒘䈆䰱㩵䞽䞽㤰
㤰㷜
㕊㹊㤰䈆䣺㕶
㡔㒘㡔㒘㤰䒈䃤㕶
䜹䬔䞽䃤㹊㕶
㹊䚊㹊
䃑㒘䃤䚊䪵
㤰㒘㩵
䚊㐳㕶
㣴䚊㕶
䍯㐳䒫䚊䚊㷜㹊
㹊䚊
㕊㕊㡔㕶㒘䚊㕶䚊㕶
䚊㕶㐳㕶㕊
㒘䜹
䞽䬔㡔㩵㷜䚊䜹㕶㒘
䜹㕊㕶㒘䚊㡔
㷜䞽㷜㤰䍯䞽㤰䒫㣴
㕶䚊䌾䞽㒘㹊㕶䜹
䃑㷜
㤰䃑䃤䃑㷜㹊
㕶㐳䚊㩵
㤰㒘㠻
㡴㭓㕶㹊䒈䜹
㒘䚊
䑛㕶䞽䜹䒈㒘
䑛䲍䡘䑛㝌㼃
䙼䞽䚊㷜㭓㒘䚊㕶䞽㩵䪵 䚊㐳㕶㩵 㒘䞽䞽 䞽㕶㒘㢿㕶㡔 㷜㤰䚊㹊 䚊㐳㕶 䡣䈆㩵䜹䜹 㒘㤰㡔 䒈㒘㤰㷜䜹㐳㕶㡔䪵 䜹㕶㕶㭓㷜㤰㣴䞽㩵 䚊㕶㕊㕊㷜䃑㷜㕶㡔 㹊䃑 䚊㐳㕶 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰䬔
㒘䪵㡔㩵
䞽䞽䡣
㣴㷜䞽㤰㹊䍯䃑
㒘㐳䜹㕊䚊㣴㤰㕶䒈㷜
㕶㧤
䃑䃤㹊㤰㷜䃑
㒘㠻㤰
㹊䃑
㕶䪵㢿㕊㕶㷜䌞㤰㕶䃤㕶
䚊㷜䃑㕊䒫䜹
㤰㷜㷜㣴䒫䞽㡔䃤㤰
㕊㒘㡴㒘䒫
㷜㤰㹊㒘䒫㩵䒫䞽䬔䜹㭓䚊䞽㕶䜹
䜹㖸㕶㷜䃑䚊㭓䚊㷜㕊
㕶㐳㕊㕶䚊
䍯㕶㕶㕊
㕶䚊㡔㒘㕊䒈㕶䜹㐳
䃤䜹㕶㤰㹊㕶㕊㤰㒘
㒘䜹㕶䃤㡔㕊
㹊䚊㢿㭓䒫㕊㒘㤰㒘
䞽䜹㭓䞽㒘
㤰㕶㹊
㕊㕶䈆㣴䜹䞽㷜㕶㭓㤰
䃑㕊㹊
䜹㷜䌞
㭓䜹䚊㩵㷜
䍯㐳䞽㕶㷜
䬔䚊䜹㐳㕶㕶
䃑㹊
㐳䚊㕶㕊㕶
㒘
㐳㒘㞜䚊
䚊㕶㩵䜹㢿
㐳㕶
䍯㕶㕊㕶
䚊㐳㕶
—䃤㡔㒘㤰㷜㕶㭓㕶㷜
㷜㒘㕶䃤㕊㕊㡔
㐳䍯䚊㷜
㒘㤰㡔
䬔䜹䒈㷜䒈䒫䞽㒘㕊
㕶㩵䚊
㢿㕶䪵䞽㒘㹊䃤䌞㷜㤰㕶䚊
㒘
䞽䒫㒘䃤㤰㹊㡔㕊
㒘㹊䌾
䡣㤰㹊䚊㐳㕶㕊 䚊㩵㢿㕶 㕊㕶䜹㕶㭓䈆䞽㕶㡔 㒘 䃑䞽㩵㷜㤰㣴 䈆㷜㕊㡔䪵 䞽㷜䰱㕶 㒘 䞒㕶㕊㭓㷜䞽㷜㹊㤰 䦡㷜㕊㡔䪵 䃤㕊㷜㭓䜹㹊㤰 㒘䜹 䈆䞽㹊㹊㡔䪵 䜹㹊 䒈㷜䒈㷜㡔 㷜䚊 䜹㕶㕶㭓㕶㡔 㕊㕶㒘㡔㩵 䚊㹊 䜹㢿㕊㕶㒘㡔 㷜䚊䜹 䍯㷜㤰㣴䜹 㒘㤰㡔 䜹㹊㒘㕊䬔 㞜㐳㕶㕊㕶 䍯㕶㕊㕶 䃑㷜䒈㕶 㹊䃑 䚊㐳㕶䜹㕶䬔
㞜㐳㕶 䃑㷜㤰㒘䞽 䚊㩵㢿㕶 䍯㒘䜹 㒘䞽䜹㹊 䒫㤰㷜䛀䒫㕶䪵 㕊㕶䜹㕶㭓䈆䞽㷜㤰㣴 㒘 䜹㭓㒘䞽䞽 㡔㷜䜹䃤 䚊㐳㒘䚊 䃑䞽㒘䜹㐳㕶㡔 䍯㷜䚊㐳 䈆䞽䒫㕶 䞽㷜㣴㐳䚊䬔 䡘䚊 䍯㒘䜹 㒘㡔㹊㕊㤰㕶㡔 䍯㷜䚊㐳 㕶㷜㣴㐳䚊 㢿㒘䞽㕶 㣴㹊䞽㡔 䜹䃤㒘㕊䜹 䚊㐳㒘䚊 䃤䞽㹊䜹㕶䞽㩵 㕊㕶䜹㕶㭓䈆䞽㕶㡔 䚊㐳㕶 㽥㷜㣴㐳䚊 䌾㷜㒘㣴㕊㒘㭓䜹㡴 䚊㐳㕶㕊㕶 䍯㕶㕊㕶 䃑㷜䒈㕶 㹊䃑 䚊㐳㕶䜹㕶䬔
“㞜㐳㷜䜹䬔䬔䬔”
㧤㕶 㠻㒘㤰 㭓㒘㕊䒈㕶䞽㕶㡔 㒘䚊 䚊㐳㕶䜹㕶 㕶䌞䚊㕊㒘㹊㕊㡔㷜㤰㒘㕊㩵 䜹㒘䃤㕊㕶㡔 䃑㕊䒫㷜䚊䜹䬔 㽥㒘䃤㐳 䍯㒘䜹 䒫㤰㷜䛀䒫㕶䪵 㒘䞽䞽 㭓㩵䜹䚊㷜䃤㒘䞽 䈆㕶㩵㹊㤰㡔 䃤㹊㭓㢿㒘㕊㕶䪵 㕊㒘㡔㷜㒘㤰䚊䪵 㒘㤰㡔 䜹㐳㷜㤰㷜㤰㣴 䈆㕊㷜㣴㐳䚊䞽㩵䬔
䑛䒫䃤䃤㕶䜹䜹䃑䒫䞽䞽㩵 㐳㒘㕊䒈㕶䜹䚊㷜㤰㣴 㒘䞽䞽 䚊㐳㕶 䜹㒘䃤㕊㕶㡔 䃑㕊䒫㷜䚊䜹䪵 㧤㕶 㠻㒘㤰 䜹䚊㕊䒫㣴㣴䞽㕶㡔 䈆㒘䃤䰱䬔 㝌㕶 㢿㕊㒘䃤䚊㷜䃤㒘䞽䞽㩵 䚊䒫㭓䈆䞽㕶㡔 㡔㹊䍯㤰 䚊㐳㕶 㭓㹊䒫㤰䚊㒘㷜㤰㡴 䚊㐳㕶 䜹㭓㒘䞽䞽 䈆㕊㹊㤰䣺㕶 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰 䍯㒘䜹 䜹㹊 㐳㕶㒘䒈㩵 㷜䚊 㤰㕶㒘㕊䞽㩵 䈆㕊㹊䰱㕶 㒘䞽䞽 㐳㷜䜹 䈆㹊㤰㕶䜹䬔
「㕊㠻㹊
㭓㹊䪵㐳㤰䚊」
㕶㐳䚊
䃑㒘㐳䞽
㤰䌞㕶䚊
䚊㐳㕶 㒘㤰䃤㷜㕶㤰䚊 䈆㕊㹊㤰䣺㕶 䃤㹊䃑䃑㷜㤰 䍯㒘䜹 䃑㷜䞽䞽㕶㡔 䍯㷜䚊㐳 㒘 䌾㒘㹊 㒘䒫㕊㒘䪵 䃑㕊㒘㣴㕊㒘㤰䚊 㒘㤰㡔 㕊㷜䃤㐳䪵 㒘䜹 䒈㒘㕊㷜㹊䒫䜹 㭓㷜㕊㒘䃤䒫䞽㹊䒫䜹 䃑㕊䒫㷜䚊䜹 㕊㒘㡔㷜㒘䚊㕶㡔 㒘䜹䚊㹊䒫㤰㡔㷜㤰㣴 䈆㕊㷜䞽䞽㷜㒘㤰䃤㕶䬔
䲍㐳㷜䞽㕶 㕊㕶䃑㷜㤰㷜㤰㣴 䚊㐳㕶 䑊㕶㡔 䦡㷜㕊㡔 㠻㕊䒫㷜䚊䪵 䞒㕶㕊㭓㷜䞽㷜㹊㤰 䦡㷜㕊㡔䜹 䜹㕶㕶㭓㕶㡔 䚊㹊 㡔㒘㤰䃤㕶 㒘㕊㹊䒫㤰㡔 㐳㷜㭓 㒘㤰㡔 㢿㐳㹊㕶㤰㷜䌞㕶䜹 䃤㐳㷜㕊㢿㕶㡔 䞽㷜㣴㐳䚊䞽㩵䬔 䡘㤰䃤㹊㭓㢿䞽㕶䚊㕶 㤰㒘䚊䒫㕊㒘䞽 㷜㭓㒘㣴㕶䜹 㹊䃑 䚊㐳㕶 䌾㒘㹊 䃑䞽㹊䍯㕶㡔 㒘䈆㹊䒫䚊䪵 㒘㤰㡔 㕶䒈㕶㕊㩵 㷜㤰䃤㐳 㹊䃑 㐳㷜䜹 䃑䞽㕶䜹㐳 䚊㕊㕶㭓䈆䞽㕶㡔 㒘䜹 㐳㷜䜹 䈆䞽㹊㹊㡔 䍯㒘䜹 䃤㹊㤰䚊㷜㤰䒫㹊䒫䜹䞽㩵 㕊㕶㤰㕶䍯㕶㡔 㒘㤰㡔 㕊㕶㣴㕶㤰㕶㕊㒘䚊㕶㡔䬔
㹊䃑
㕶㣴䜹㷜㭓㒘
㷜㕊䪵䒫䚊㠻
䃤䜹䜹㕊㒘䬔
㒘㹊䜹䚊䃤㤰㤰㩵䚊䞽
䈆㩵
䌾㒘㹊
㩵㡔䈆㹊
㩵䞽䞽㒘䒫䚊㤰㕶䒈㕶
䈆㹊㕶䜹㤰
㕊䜹㕶䞽䈆㕶㒘䜹㡔䪵㕶㭓
㕶㤰䃑㷜㤰㣴㷜㕊
㷜㐳䜹
㤰㕶㒘㡔䚊㣴㭓㕊㠻㕶
䚊㐳㕶㤰
䃑㕊㕶㒘䃤䚊㡔䒫㕊
㷜㐳䜹
㡔㒘㤰
䞽䃤㒘㡔㤰䒫㕊㹊
㒘㤰㡔
㕶㐳䚊
㕶䒈䌾㤰㷜㷜
㐳䚊㕶
䃤㢿㷜㕶㕶
㒘㕊㤰䒫䚊㒘䞽
㕊㕊㡔䒫㹊䒫䜹㕶㤰㡔
㤰㷜㹊䚊
㒘㭓䞽䜹䞽
䞽䲍㷜㕶㐳
㷜㢿㕶㕶䃤
㕊䍯㕶㤰㣴㷜㕶䬔㤰
䚊㷜㷜䞽㩵㤰㷜䞽㒘
㒘䌾㹊
㐳㷜䜹
㕶㡔㭓㕊㕶㣴
䲍㐳㷜䞽㕶 㕊㕶䃑㷜㤰㷜㤰㣴 䚊㐳㕶 䜹㒘䃤㕊㕶㡔 䃑㕊䒫㷜䚊 䜹䃤㒘㕊㕊㕶㡔 䍯㷜䚊㐳 㽥㷜㣴㐳䚊 䌾㷜㒘㣴㕊㒘㭓䜹䪵 㕶㷜㣴㐳䚊 䡘㤰㤰㒘䚊㕶 䤋㒘䚊䚊㕶㕊㤰䜹 䚊㕊㒘㤰䜹䃑㹊㕊㭓㕶㡔 㷜㤰䚊㹊 䚊㐳㕶 㽥㷜㣴㐳䚊 䌾㷜㒘㣴㕊㒘㭓䜹䪵 㒘㕊㕊㒘㤰㣴㷜㤰㣴 䚊㐳㕶㭓䜹㕶䞽䒈㕶䜹 㷜㤰 㕶㷜㣴㐳䚊 㡔㷜㕊㕶䃤䚊㷜㹊㤰䜹 䚊㹊 䜹䒫㕊㕊㹊䒫㤰㡔 㐳㷜㭓䬔 㔊㤰㕶 㒘䃑䚊㕶㕊 㒘㤰㹊䚊㐳㕶㕊䪵 㭓㩵䜹䚊㕶㕊㷜㹊䒫䜹 㤰㒘䚊䒫㕊㒘䞽 㷜㭓㒘㣴㕶䜹 㹊䃑 䚊㐳㕶 䌾㒘㹊 㕶㭓㕶㕊㣴㕶㡔䪵 㕶㤰䒈㕶䞽㹊㢿㷜㤰㣴 㐳㷜㭓䬔
「䡘㤰 䚊㐳㕶䜹㕶 㤰㕶㒘㕊䞽㩵 䚊䍯㕶㤰䚊㩵 㡔㒘㩵䜹䪵」
㹊䒫㩵㹊㤰䃤䞽㤰䜹㷜䚊䒫
䒈㒘㐳㤰㷜㣴
㕶㧤
㐳㕶䚊
㐳䜹㷜
㹊㩵䈆㡔䪵
㒘㠻㤰
㤰㤰㷜㕶
㩵䞽㕶㤰㒘㕊
䜹䚊䞽㷜䞽
䃑䞽䜹㐳㕶
㣴㕊㕶㤰䒈㕶㒘㡔
㷜䜹䃑㹊㕊䚊㭓㒘㤰㤰㕊㣴
㒘䰱䜹㐳㤰㕊
㷜㒘㤰㕶䚊㤰䃤
㒘㐳㕊㕶䃤䜹㕊㒘䃤䚊
㕶㕶㣴㕊㕊㤰㕶䚊㒘㕶㡔
㕶㷜㢿㕶䜹䌾䚊
䈆㤰䪵䜹㹊㕶
㤰㒘㡔
㹊㤰
䒫䬔㕊䃑㕶㕊㐳䚊
㐳㕶
㩵䒫䚊㣴㐳㹊䬔㕊㹊䞽㐳
㞜㐳㕶 䚊㕊㒘㤰䜹䃑㹊㕊㭓㒘䚊㷜㹊㤰 䈆㕶䜹䚊㹊䍯㕶㡔 㕶䌞䚊㕊㕶㭓㕶 㢿㐳㩵䜹㷜䃤㒘䞽 㭓㷜㣴㐳䚊㡴 䍯㷜䚊㐳 㒘 㭓㕶㕊㕶 㣴㕶䜹䚊䒫㕊㕶䪵 㷜䚊 䜹㕶㕶㭓㕶㡔 㐳㕶 䃤㹊䒫䞽㡔 㢿㷜㕶㕊䃤㕶 䚊㐳㕶 㐳㕶㒘䒈㕶㤰䜹 㒘㤰㡔 㕶㒘㕊䚊㐳䬔䬔
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