Shrouding the Heavens Chapter 435: Chapter 440 Ruthless Person

Chapter 435: Chapter 440 Ruthless Person

“Li Xiaoman, is it really you? We haven’t seen each other for five or six years…” Zhang Wenchang was hardly calm. His life had been bleak in recent years, and seeing an old acquaintance from the other side of the starry sky made him feel incredibly close and excited.

“Are you okay, Zhang Wenchang? It’s been a long time since there’s been any news about you.” Li Xiaoman, dressed in white, appeared ethereal and serene, exuding a very peaceful feeling.

“I’m doing fine, I suppose.” Zhang Wenchang was quite taciturn, and after the initial excitement, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to recall the past.

“I’ve heard about your condition. Please take good care of yourself,” Li Xiaoman said, calmly looking at Ye Fan.

“It’s nothing. Good people don’t live long, while troublemakers last for a thousand years. How could a troublemaker like me possibly die?” Ye Fan chuckled.

At this moment, several disciples from Star Peak flew over. They were all clearly outstanding successors with high cultivation bases. Landing on the ground, they approached Ye Fan.

“Brother Ye, we didn’t expect you to return to Taixuan.”

Although these individuals were enthusiastic, there was a hint of apprehension in their manner, and they couldn’t quite relax. Ye Fan had thoroughly humiliated the disciples of Star Peak in the past, an incident they still found hard to forget.

No one had expected that in just about two years, he had stirred up such endless turmoil. Despite being on the verge of death, no one dared to underestimate him.

“A young King from the Central States has arrived. Senior Brother Hua couldn’t get away immediately and was worried Brother Ye might leave, so he sent us to wele you first. He will personally e to invite you later,” one of them said.

“So Junior Sister Xiaoman is here too,” someone else greeted.

“You may go; I’ll acpany them to meet Senior Brother Hua later.” Evidently, Li Xiaoman’s status was not ordinary, as they all nodded and departed.

Though Zhang Wenchang was taciturn, he was quite nostalgic. He spoke more than he had in the past, feeling that his former classmates were the people he was closest to in this world.

Li Xiaoman’s gaze was like still water as she quietly watched Ye Fan. “Do you really not have much time left?” she asked.

“It’s not that I absolutely have to die. When I was in the northern region, the peerless divine king invited a divine doctor for me. He said that as long as I crippled my own cultivation base, I could live on.”

“Then live quietly as a mortal,” Li Xiaoman said.

In the distance, a flash of blue light heralded the arrival of a man in blue robes. He appeared nobler than any woman, incredibly agile, moving like an exiled Immortal treading on waves. He possessed an extraordinary, transcendent aura; it was Hua Yunfei.

The scholarly elegance of Jiang Yifei and the ethereal, Immortal-like nature of Hua Yunfei had both left an extremely deep impression on Ye Fan. Hua Yunfei, in particular, made him apprehensive.

Today, the young geniuses of the Eastern Wastelands had risen. However, as strong as Hua Yunfei was, he remained hidden in the southern region, his fame not widespread, and few knew of him.

“Wele back, Brother Ye.” Hua Yunfei displayed a gentle smile, personally ing to greet him, as graceful as an Immortal.

Ye Fan also offered a radiant smile. “We’ve been separated for two years, Senior Brother Hua, and your demeanor is even more impressive than before.”

“How can I pare to Brother Ye? Your name is now known throughout the world; who hasn’t heard of it?” Hua Yunfei said with a smile, shaking his head and revealing teeth as translucent as jade. With utmost sincerity, he continued, “Years ago, you cultivated here. Though you left, Taixuan’s doors are always open for you.”

“Such words from Senior Brother Hua truly touch my heart,” Ye Fan said. He was unable to help but cough, and a wisp of pale golden blood oozed from his lips.

“Brother Ye, are you alright?” Hua Yunfei stepped forward, asking with great concern and worry.

“I’m fine. There are no issues.” Ye Fan shook his head, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a white cloth.

Hua Yunfei turned to face Li Xiaoman and said softly, “Junior Sister Xiaoman, please retrieve that sacred medicine I cherish.”

“Sacred medicine…” Li Xiaoman was surprised.

“It’s the sacred medicine left by the founder of our Taixuan Sect. I think it can alleviate Brother Ye’s injuries,” Hua Yunfei said with a gentle smile.

Li Xiaoman nodded, glanced at Ye Fan, and then gracefully flew away.

“There’s no need for that; my injuries aren’t severe.” Ye Fan shook his head. As he spoke, he again wiped a trace of golden blood from the corner of his mouth.

“Brother Ye, you are a heaven-sent talent, an ancient prodigy. One day you will reign over the world. You will surely overe this hurdle,” Hua Yunfei sighed gently. Even when frowning, he remained as ethereal as an exiled Immortal.

“Senior Brother Hua, the Flickering Light Sacred Lady has arrived,” someone reported to Hua Yunfei.

“Brother Ye, please don’t leave. I’ve invited several prodigious figures. Later, we shall enjoy wine and discuss scriptures and the Dao. I must go wele Fairy Yao Xi now.”

Hua Yunfei offered his apologies to Ye Fan and was equally courteous to Zhang Wenchang, asking them to wait for a moment.

“There’s no need for such courtesy, Senior Brother Hua,” Ye Fan said with a smile, watching him leave.

Just how powerful was Hua Yunfei? It was hard to say for sure now. Years ago, Ji Ziyue had solemnly spoken of him. She recounted how, before the emergence of the Divine Body Ji Haoyue, there had been a stunning battle. Hua Yunfei was the opponent, and they fought to a standstill.

Ultimately, the Divine King Body Ji Haoyue paid a significant price, barely winning by a single move. Ji Ziyue had mentioned all this when Ye Fan first met Hua Yunfei.

Later, Hua Yunfei went into seclusion for two years, and it was only two years after that the Divine King Body truly emerged. However, the two never fought again.

Ye Fan’s eyes sparkled with contemplation.

“Is he really strong?” Zhang Wenchang asked. He had heard of the Divine King Body but had never heard the name Hua Yunfei.

This is a man who dared to try and kill Ji Haoyue and his sister. How could he not be strong? But Ye Fan couldn’t share these details with Zhang Wenchang, or it would only bring great disaster upon him.

“While cultivating at Taixuan, you must not provoke him. It’s best to stay on Zhuo Peak and not descend the mountain casually.”

In Ye Fan’s view, Hua Yunfei could rival the Flickering Light Sacred Son. He had only narrowly lost to Ji Haoyue by a single move years ago. Several years had passed; if he were to fight the Divine King Body again now, it would be hard to say who was stronger or weaker.

“The Taixuan Sect doesn’t possess ancient scriptures, yet he has such a cultivation base and can resist the Divine King Body. Truly astonishing…” Ye Fan murmured to himself. He had never underestimated Hua Yunfei.

Besides his cultivation, this person also hides his intentions very deeply. Who could have guessed that years ago, it was he who wanted to kill Ji Ziyue? Whenever Ye Fan thought of this, he grew apprehensive.

Before long, Hua Yunfei returned, acpanied by an alluringly beautiful lady—it was the Flickering Light Sacred Lady.

“I know there are some misunderstandings between you two, but the past is like smoke and has dissipated. Today, you are all my honored guests,” Hua Yunfei said, seemingly afraid the two might e to blows.

“How could that be? Senior Brother Hua, you’re overthinking it.” Ye Fan smiled, looking at the Flickering Light Sacred Lady. “Fairy Yao Xi, it’s been months since we last met. You are as radiant as ever, like bright pearls, as elegant as an Immortal Lotus.”

Yao Xi responded with a captivating smile, though deep down she was seething. Ye Fan had imprisoned her in the Fire God Furnace for nearly half a year and had once stolen an item of her underclothing. Whenever she recalled these incidents, she felt like going mad.

However, at this moment, she showed no sign of her anger. On the contrary, her smile was radiant enough to topple cities, her eyes brimming with an enchanting light.

Indeed, Hua Yunfei had invited some remarkable individuals. Ahead, flowers and herbs filled the air with fragrance, and Spiritual Springs sparkled. There was a Purple Bamboo Forest, and within a pavilion, several extraordinary figures were gathered.

Wang Chongxiao from the Central States, a young King, had a cold and unmoving demeanor. But upon seeing Ye Fan approach, he suddenly shot to his feet, his killing intent flaring.

“Do you want to kill me?” Ye Fan walked straight towards him, a hint of a cold smile on his lips, his stance quite assertive.

The atmosphere grew tense, and everyone stood up. One was a King from the Central States, the other, the Sacred Body from the Eastern Wastelands. As they met, it seemed they were about to clash directly.

“Both of you, please calm down!” Hua Yunfei quickly stepped forward, positioning himself between them.

“During our last battle, my body developed a sort of sense for you. So, when I suddenly saw you appear, I naturally had an excessive reaction,” Wang Chongxiao said, sitting back down.

Ye Fan couldn’t help but cough, wiping away a streak of blood with a white silk handkerchief. A peculiar light flickered in many people’s eyes.

Everyone sat down again. Smiling, Hua Yunfei introduced the others. Besides Wang Chongxiao, there were two other prodigies from the Central States: one was the Saint Heir of the Yin Yang Sect, and the other was a princess of the Ancient Hua Dynasty.

In addition, there were a dozen or so cultivators from the southern region. However, apart from Yao Xi and Li Youyou of the Unfettered Sect, the rest were not particularly famous.

They drank wine and discussed the Dao. The atmosphere became harmonious, the earlier tension dissipating. During the gathering, Hua Yunfei played a tune on his zither. The music seemed to descend from the Nine Heavens themselves, causing many nearby flower buds to bloom prematurely and attracting numerous spiritual birds, which landed and danced to the melody.

His zither mastery had long since entered the Dao, astonishing everyone and stirring their hearts. If he were to face an enemy, his music could likely kill without a trace.

Before long, Li Xiaoman gracefully arrived, holding a small purple jade cauldron, scarcely bigger than a palm. As she opened the cauldron lid, a fragrance immediately wafted out.

“Brother Ye, please take this medicine. It will certainly delay the progression of your injuries,” Hua Yunfei said, personally presenting it to Ye Fan.

“I am aware of my own injuries. There’s no need to waste such a spiritual pill,” Ye Fan shook his head.

“This is the Nine Orifice Exquisite Pill, refined by the founding ancestor of the Taixuan Sect. It possesses truly miraculous effects,” Hua Yunfei stated.

Many people were astonished. Quite a few had heard of this pill. Even Yao Xi was moved, saying, “Back then, your sect’s ancestor refined a total of one hundred and eight of these pills. There probably aren’t many left now, are there?”

Li Youyou from the Unfettered Sect also exclaimed, “This pill can practically bring the dead back to life and regenerate flesh on white bones! Although it cannot pare to a divine medicine, it can indeed extend one’s life.”

“I was fortunate enough to obtain one. I sincerely cannot bear to see a peerless talent like Brother Ye fall, so I wish to help him overe this deadly trial,” Hua Yunfei said, handing the small cauldron to Ye Fan.

Inside the purple cauldron lay a pill the size of a baby’s fist. It had nine orifices and resembled a small ginseng doll, its entire body shimmering with purple light.

Ye Fan declined a few times before smilingly accepting it. “Thank you, Brother Hua, for this gift of the pill.”

It truly was a gathering for discussing scriptures and the Dao. Everyone present shared some of their cultivation insights; even the arrogant Wang Chongxiao offered some of his experiences.

Ye Fan was quite surprised. This man clearly looked down on cultivators from the Eastern Wastelands, yet today he was sitting here. Hua Yunfei truly had his methods. Finally, Ye Fan couldn’t resist asking, “Brother Wang, I heard that you fought a great battle with Ye Huiling, and that you were ultimately ambushed by a mysterious figure. What exactly happened? And where is Miss Ye now?”

Hearing his question, the others also looked over. Everyone present had heard this rumor; it was said that Wang Chongxiao had disappeared for a long time because of it.

“Ye Huiling is definitely not dead! The ones who ambushed us were very powerful, definitely elder-generation figures!” Wang Chongxiao gritted his teeth, unwilling to say more.

Finally, Ye Fan coughed blood and excused himself early. The gathering thus concluded, with an agreement to meet again in seven days.

“Brother Ye, must you really leave? Why not stay at my Taixuan Sect a while longer? Fairy Yao Xi, Wang Chongxiao, and the princess of the Ancient Hua Dynasty are all prodigious talents. We are set to gather again in seven days; such exchanges will be very beneficial,” Hua Yunfei earnestly urged him to stay.

“I must find a way to prolong my life and cannot afford any delay. Therefore, I must take my leave now. Brother Hua, we shall meet again. Thank you for your kindness,” Ye Fan replied, bidding farewell.

Li Xiaoman saw him off. “If there’s no other choice, just cripple your cultivation. Being a mortal isn’t so bad, actually.”

“I know what to do.” Ye Fan departed.

He and Zhang Wenchang returned to Zhuo Peak, where he met Li Ruoyu alone. “Senior,” he said, “may I ask for your help with one matter?”

“What is it?”

“Help me intercept a formidable individual,” Ye Fan stated.

“What happened?” Li Ruoyu was puzzled.

“I anticipate that someone will try to kill me. I ask you to follow me for a few days and help me obstruct a terrifying old expert. If anyone from the younger generation tries to make a move against me, I will deal with them myself.”

“You anticipate someone wants to kill you?” Li Ruoyu’s eyes were as calm as water.

“Yes, I am certain someone will make a move,” Ye Fan affirmed.

“Since you already know, why not avoid them? Why seek an encounter?” Li Ruoyu asked.

“Because I want to confirm something,” Ye Fan responded.

That very day, Ye Fan left the Taixuan Sect, heading towards Yan’s capital. He traveled slowly, not in a hurry, paying close attention to everything happening in the shadows.

BUZZ!

Precisely on the seventh day, a brilliant light descended from the sky, striking towards him. It was a gigantic purple hand, vast enough to cover the sky, and the shockwaves it emanated were as terrifying as a boundless ocean.

BOOM!

Li Ruoyu appeared. Raising one hand as if to prop up the heavens, he extended a massive, earth-yellow hand to block the attack. With a RUMBLE, the summit of a nearby mountain was blasted away. One could only imagine how terrifying such power was.

So powerful! It’s almost on par with a Peacock King! Ye Fan’s heart pounded violently, and he grew very worried for Elder Li Ruoyu.

BOOM!

Li Ruoyu remained calm and posed. Through the natural Grand Dao, he prehended the mysteries of the mountains, rivers, and all creation. In this mountain forest, he was like a deity, and a domain began to manifest around him.

Ancient trees towered into the sky, and giant vines, like dragons, snaked across the firmament. Plants were everywhere, growing even in the void, and they all pulsed with terrifying power.

Every blade of grass, every vine, every tree drew strength from the void. Their roots could be seen cracking open space itself as they pletely enveloped the area.

A withered old man was forcibly revealed, trapped within this natural domain, unable to break free from this patch of heaven and earth.

This was an existence only slightly weaker than a Peacock King, immensely powerful, with boundless magical power. He had shattered an entire mountain peak, yet still could not break free.

POP!

An ancient vine bloomed in the void, drawing upon Void Power. Like a True Dragon, it shot out and coiled around the old man.

“Who are you? I believe I’ve sensed your Qi Mechanism before,” Li Ruoyu said calmly, facing the expert imprisoned in the void.

“You cunning whelp!” the withered expert exclaimed. He didn’t respond to Li Ruoyu but instead stared coldly at Ye Fan.

“I knew long ago that you would e to kill me,” Ye Fan sneered. “Since you people can’t kill me, then I’m afraid I’ll have to go and kill *him*.”

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㨩㵩㻇䵄㧕䎠䵄㶉㨩䠿䍫

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㨟䝺䁨䁨䇐 㨟䝺䁨䁨䇐䍫䍫䍫

㹴䙺䎠 䙤䎠㠕䎠㕩䄐㕩㶡㵩䄄 㻇㵩㵩㕩䎠㠈 㶡䄄 㕩䙺䎠 䙤㵩㶡㠈 䠿㵩䄄㕩㶡䄄㶉䄐䵄䵄㧕 䂈䙺䄐㕩㕩䎠㻇䎠㠈䍫 䌽䙤䎠䄄 䁇䙺㶡䵄䎠 䄐㑢䂈㵩㻇㑢㶡䄄㠕 䯔㵩㶡㠈 㨟㵩䁇䎠㻇 䄐䄄㠈 㝼㵩䂈䂈䎠䂈䂈㶡䄄㠕 䄐䄄 㶡䄄㠈䎠䂈㕩㻇㶉䠿㕩㶡㑢䵄䎠 㠈㶡䙤㶡䄄䎠 㻇䄐㠈㶡䄐䄄䠿䎠䱌 㶡㕩 䠿㵩㶉䵄㠈䄄’㕩 䁇㶡㕩䙺䂈㕩䄐䄄㠈 䂈㶉䠿䙺 䂈䁇㵩㻇㠈 䄐㶉㻇䄐䍫

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䱌㶉㵩㕩

㕩䵄䵄䂈㶡

䄄䁇㠕㵩䎠㶡㻇㕩

㵩䙤㠈㶡

㕩䄐㶉䵄䄄㻇䄐

䁇䎠㻇䎠

䄐㠈䄄

䠿䄄䄄㶡㕩䎠䄐

㻇㕩㶡㝼㠈㵪䎠㶡䄄

䄄䍫䎠㵩

㶡㵪䎠䄐㠕䂈

㶡㶡㧕䄐䵄䵄㶡㕩䄄

㻇䎠㕩䎠䱌䂈

㶉㝼㻇㠈䄄㵩㨩㵩

㑢㧕

䄐㶡㶉䯔㻇㵩䂈

㕩䠿㶉

䄐㠈䄄

㧒䎠䵄㶡

㙀 㰌䄐䵄㨩䐈䂈㕩䎠㝼 䂈㵩䙤䎠㻇䎠㶡㠕䄄䇐 䝒䎠 䁨䄐䄄 䁇䄐䂈 䄐䂈㕩㵩䄄㶡䂈䙺䎠㠈䍫 㹴䙺㶡䂈 䙺䄐㠕㠕䄐㻇㠈 䄐䄄㠈 㵪㧕䂈㕩䎠㻇㶡㵩㶉䂈 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄’䂈 㝼㵩䁇䎠㻇 䁇䄐䂈 㶉䄄㝼䄐㻇䄐䵄䵄䎠䵄䎠㠈䱌 䂈䙺㵩䠿㧒㶡䄄㠕䗽 㨧㶉䂈㕩 䙺䄐䵄㨩 䄐 䂈㕩䎠㝼 㵪㵩㻇䎠 䄐䄄㠈 䙺䎠 䁇㵩㶉䵄㠈 㑢䎠 䄐 㨩㶡㠕㶉㻇䎠 䠿㵩㵪㝼䄐㻇䄐㑢䵄䎠 㕩㵩 䄐 㨟䎠䄐䠿㵩䠿㧒 䖟㶡䄄㠕䍫

“㜐 䁇㶡䵄䵄 䂈䎠䄄㠈 㧕㵩㶉 䄐䵄䵄 㵩䄄 㧕㵩㶉㻇 䁇䄐㧕䇐” 㰌㶡䂈 䂈㵪㶡䵄䎠 䁇䄐䂈 䠿䙺㶡䵄䵄㶡䄄㠕䱌 㵪㶉㻇㠈䎠㻇㵩㶉䂈 㶡䄄㕩䎠䄄㕩 㵩䙤䎠㻇䁇䙺䎠䵄㵪㶡䄄㠕䍫 㙀䄄 㶡䄄䙤㶡䂈㶡㑢䵄䎠 㧒㶡䵄䵄㶡䄄㠕 㕩䙺㵩㶉㠕䙺㕩 㕩㻇䄐䄄䂈㨩㵩㻇㵪䎠㠈 㶡䄄㕩㵩 㶉䄄㻇㶡䙤䄐䵄䎠㠈 䂈䙺䄐㻇㝼䄄䎠䂈䂈䱌 䄐㶡㵪䎠㠈 䄐㕩 㕩䙺䎠 䂈㵩㶉㻇䠿䎠 㵩㨩 㵩㕩䙺䎠㻇䂈䍫

㨟䡶䇐㨟

䌱㶡 䥒㶉㵩㧕㶉 㨩㶉㻇㻇㵩䁇䎠㠈 䙺㶡䂈 㑢㻇㵩䁇䂈 䄐䄄㠈 䎠䁚㕩䎠䄄㠈䎠㠈 䄐 㨩㶡䄄㠕䎠㻇 㨩㵩㻇䁇䄐㻇㠈䍫 㙀 㻇䎠㨩㻇䎠䂈䙺㶡䄄㠕 䄐㶉㻇䄐 㵩㨩 䙤䎠㠕䎠㕩䄐㕩㶡㵩䄄 㝼䎠㻇㵪䎠䄐㕩䎠㠈 㕩䙺䎠 䄐㶡㻇 䄐䂈 䙺㶡䂈 㨩㶡䄄㠕䎠㻇 㕩㻇䄐䄄䂈㨩㵩㻇㵪䎠㠈 㶡䄄㕩㵩 䄐 㕩㵩䁇䎠㻇㶡䄄㠕 㕩㻇䎠䎠䱌 㑢䵄㵩䠿㧒㶡䄄㠕 㕩䙺䎠 㶡䄄䙤㶡䂈㶡㑢䵄䎠 㧒㶡䵄䵄㶡䄄㠕 㕩䙺㵩㶉㠕䙺㕩䍫

㨟䝺䁨䁨䇐 㨟䝺䁨䁨䇐䍫䍫䍫

䎠䝒䱌㕩

䄄㕩䎠㻇㶡㻇㶡㨩㧕㠕

䙤䄐䎠䵄䎠䂈

㠈䵄㵩

㕩㶡

䄐䙤䵄䎠䂈䎠

䎠䵄䏳㠈㵩㶡

䄄㵩㕩㶡

㶉䙺䵄䂈䍫

㠕㵪䎠㠈䄐䍫䄐

䄄㶡䎠㻇䁇㠕㵩㕩

㶡㕩䂈

㨩㻇䙺㵩㕩䍫

䠿㵩䄄㕩䄐䄄㕩㧕䵄䂈

㻇䄄㕩䎠㠈䙤䄐

䎠㻇㕩䎠

䙺㕩䎠

䂈㻇㕩㶉㑢

㠈䄄㵩䁇

㶉㕩䎠䎠㕩㨩䵄㻇㠈

䄐䂈

䄐䄄㵩䱌䂈㻇㠕䴦

㕩䎠㕩㠈㻇䄐䎠䠿㑗

㶡䙤㶡㠈䄄䎠

䂈㧒㧕䱌

䵄㧒㶡䎠

㻇㠈䂈䎠㵩䄐

䙺㹴䎠

㧒㵩㕩㵩

䄄㠕㻇䎠㧕䎠

㕩㶡䂈

䙺㻇䄐䠿䎠㑢䄄䂈

䂈㻇㵪䄐䂈㕩䎠

㵩㨩

㹴䙺䎠 䄄䄐㕩㶉㻇䄐䵄 䮛㻇䄐䄄㠈 䴦䄐㵩 㵩㝼㝼㵩䂈䎠㠈 㕩䙺䎠 㶡䄄䙤㶡䂈㶡㑢䵄䎠 㧒㶡䵄䵄㶡䄄㠕 㕩䙺㵩㶉㠕䙺㕩䱌 䎠䁚㕩㶡䄄㠕㶉㶡䂈䙺㶡䄄㠕 㕩䙺䎠 㶉䄄㻇㶡䙤䄐䵄䎠㠈 䂈䙺䄐㻇㝼䄄䎠䂈䂈䱌 䂈䵄㵩䁇䵄㧕 㠈䎠㨩㶉䂈㶡䄄㠕 㕩䙺䎠 㝼㵩䁇䎠㻇㨩㶉䵄 㧒㶡䵄䵄㶡䄄㠕 㨩㵩㻇䠿䎠䍫

㹴䙺䎠䂈䎠 䁇䎠㻇䎠 㕩䁇㵩 䎠䁚㕩㻇䎠㵪䎠䂈㗖 㕩䙺䎠 䙺䄐㠕㠕䄐㻇㠈 䄐䄄㠈 㵪㧕䂈㕩䎠㻇㶡㵩㶉䂈 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄 䎠䁚㶉㠈䎠㠈 䄐 㵪㶉㻇㠈䎠㻇㵩㶉䂈 䄐㶉㻇䄐䱌 䙺㶡䂈 䎠䄄㕩㶡㻇䎠 㑢䎠㶡䄄㠕 䵄㶡㧒䎠 䄐䄄 㶉䄄䂈䙺䎠䄐㕩䙺䎠㠈 㝼䎠䎠㻇䵄䎠䂈䂈 䙤㶡䠿㶡㵩㶉䂈 䂈䁇㵩㻇㠈䱌 䁇䙺㶡䵄䎠 䌱㶡 䥒㶉㵩㧕㶉 䁇䄐䂈 䠿䄐䵄㵪 䄐䄄㠈 䠿䄐䂈㶉䄐䵄䱌 䄐䂈 㶡㨩 䂈㕩㻇㵩䵄䵄㶡䄄㠕 㕩䙺㻇㵩㶉㠕䙺 䄐 㝼㶡䠿㕩㶉㻇䎠䂈㝖㶉䎠 䵄䄐䄄㠈䂈䠿䄐㝼䎠䍫

㵪㶡䵄㻇䄐㵩㕩㵪

㠕䎠㕩䄐㠈㠈㶡䄄㻇䂈䄄䄄㶉

䄄㶡

㠕䎠”䇐㧕䄐䠿䵄

㧕㵩㶉

㶉䥒㧕㶉㵩䱌

䄐䂈㕩䄄㠈

㶡䁇䵄䵄

䎠䂈䄄䂈䎠䎠䠿

㻇㠕㵩㶡䄄䗽䎠

㵩㕩

䵄䵄䂈㵩䄐䁇

㜐

㧕㵩㶉

㨩㶡㵪㻇

㶉䙺䎠㵩䄄㻇䂈㕩

㕩㠈㵩’䄄

䄄䄐

䂈䁇㵩䙺

㕩䙺䎠

㕩㶡㧒䄄䙺

䂈䄄䎠㕩㶡㵩䠿㕩㕩㶉䂈

䁇䄐䙺㕩

㶡䌱”

㧒䎠㨟䂈䄐’

㚷㶉㵩䙺

㹴䙺䎠 㵪㧕䂈㕩䎠㻇㶡㵩㶉䂈 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄 㠕㻇䎠䁇 䎠䙤䎠㻇 㵪㵩㻇䎠 㨩㵩㻇㵪㶡㠈䄐㑢䵄䎠䱌 䙺㶡䂈 䎠䄄㕩㶡㻇䎠 㑢䎠㶡䄄㠕 㻇䎠䙤䎠䄐䵄㶡䄄㠕 㧒㶡䵄䵄㶡䄄㠕 㶡䄄㕩䎠䄄㕩䱌 䵄㶡㧒䎠 䄐 㻇䎠䂈㶉㻇㻇䎠䠿㕩䎠㠈 䁇㵩㻇䵄㠈䐈䂈䵄䄐㶉㠕䙺㕩䎠㻇㶡䄄㠕 㠈䎠䙤㶡䵄㶡䂈䙺 㑢䵄䄐㠈䎠䍫 㹴䙺䎠 㝼㵩䁇䎠㻇㨩㶉䵄 䄐㶉㻇䄐 䁇䄐䂈 䂈㵩 㵪㶡㠕䙺㕩㧕 㶡㕩 㵪䄐㠈䎠 㵩䄄䎠’䂈 㨩䵄䎠䂈䙺 䄐䄄㠈 㑢䵄㵩㵩㠈 䠿㵩䄄䙤㶉䵄䂈䎠 㶉䄄䠿㵩䄄㕩㻇㵩䵄䵄䄐㑢䵄㧕䍫

㝌䡶䡶䂙䇐

䄐

㠈䄐䎠㠈㻇䄐㕩㶡

䎠䵄㶡㧒

㶡㰌䂈

䎠䄄䎠䵄䙤䵄㠕㶡

䙺䎠㕩

㕩㻇䱌㨩䙺㵩

㻇䄐䄐䎠

㧕㠈㵩㑢

䂈䙺㵩㵩㕩㶡䄄㠕

㶡㶡䙤䎠䄄䴦

㠕㻇㶡㻇䎠㨩㕩䄄㧕㶡

㵩㕩

䄐䎠䥒䠿䄄䄐㠈㶡

䖸㠈䄐䵄䄄㶡㠕䖸

䍫㻇㵩㠈㠕㶉䄄

䎠䙺㕩

㧕䂈䎠㶡䄄䱌䎠䵄㕩䄄

㶉䱌䂈䄄

䏳䌱㙀䭹䮛䍫

㹴䙺䎠 䙺䄐㠕㠕䄐㻇㠈 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄’䂈 䂈㝼㶡䄄䎠 䠿㻇䄐䠿㧒䵄䎠㠈 䄐䂈 䄐 㰌㵩䵄㧕 㑗䁇㵩㻇㠈 䄐㝼㝼䎠䄐㻇䎠㠈䍫 㰌䎠 㠕㻇䄐䂈㝼䎠㠈 㕩䙺䎠 䙺㶡䵄㕩 䁇㶡㕩䙺 䙺㶡䂈 㻇㶡㠕䙺㕩 䙺䄐䄄㠈䱌 䂈䵄㵩䁇䵄㧕 㠈㻇䄐䁇㶡䄄㠕 㶡㕩 㵩㶉㕩䁇䄐㻇㠈䍫

䇐㰌䌽㚷䮛䭹

䇐䮛䭹䍫䌽䍫䍫㰌㚷

㹴䙺䎠 㑢䵄㶡䄄㠈㶡䄄㠕 㠈㶡䙤㶡䄄䎠 䵄㶡㠕䙺㕩䱌 㕩䙺䎠 㕩䎠㻇㻇㶡㨩㧕㶡䄄㠕 䂈䁇㵩㻇㠈 䠿㻇㧕 㕩䙺䄐㕩 䠿㵩㶉䵄㠈 䂈䙺䄐㕩㕩䎠㻇 㠕㵩䵄㠈 䄐䄄㠈 䂈㝼䵄㶡㕩 䂈㕩㵩䄄䎠䱌 䄐䵄㵪㵩䂈㕩 䂈㶉䄄㠈䎠㻇䎠㠈 䂈㵩㶉䵄䂈—㕩䙺㶡䂈 䁇䄐䂈 䄐䄄 㶡䄄㠈䎠䂈㕩㻇㶉䠿㕩㶡㑢䵄䎠 㑗䁇㵩㻇㠈 㜐䄄㕩䎠䄄㕩 㕩䙺䄐㕩 㕩䙺㻇䎠䄐㕩䎠䄄䎠㠈 㕩㵩 㨩㻇䄐㠕㵪䎠䄄㕩 㵩䄄䎠’䂈 㵪㶡䄄㠈䍫

㰌䎠 㶉䂈䎠㠈 䙺㶡䂈 䂈㝼㶡䄄䎠 䄐䂈 䄐 䂈䙺䎠䄐㕩䙺䱌 䄄㶉㻇㕩㶉㻇㶡䄄㠕 䄐 㕩䎠㻇㻇㶡㨩㧕㶡䄄㠕 㠈㶡䙤㶡䄄䎠 䂈䁇㵩㻇㠈䍫 䴦㻇䄐䁇㶡䄄㠕 䎠䙤䎠㻇㧕 㶡䄄䠿䙺 㶡䄄䠿㻇䎠㵪䎠䄄㕩䄐䵄䵄㧕 㶡䄄䠿㻇䎠䄐䂈䎠㠈 㶡㕩䂈 㕩䎠㻇㻇㶡㨩㧕㶡䄄㠕 䄐㶉㻇䄐䱌 䠿䄐㶉䂈㶡䄄㠕 䄄㶉㵪䎠㻇㵩㶉䂈 㠕㻇䎠䄐㕩 㻇㶡㨩㕩䂈䱌 㵪䄐䄄㧕 㵪䎠㕩䎠㻇䂈 䁇㶡㠈䎠䱌 㕩㵩 䠿㻇䄐䠿㧒 㵩㝼䎠䄄 䄐䠿㻇㵩䂈䂈 㕩䙺䎠 䵄䄐䄄㠈䍫

㝌䡶䡶䇐䂙

㹴䙺䎠 䂈䁇㵩㻇㠈 䁇䄐䂈 䄄㵩㕩 䠿㵩㵪㝼䵄䎠㕩䎠䵄㧕 㶉䄄䂈䙺䎠䄐㕩䙺䎠㠈䱌 㑢㶉㕩 㕩䙺䎠 㧒㶡䵄䵄㶡䄄㠕 㶡䄄㕩䎠䄄㕩 䄐䵄㻇䎠䄐㠈㧕 䂈䁇䎠㝼㕩 㕩䙺㻇㵩㶉㠕䙺 㕩䙺䎠 䁇㵩㻇䵄㠈䱌 㑗䁇㵩㻇㠈 䅎㶡 䎠䙤䎠㻇㧕䁇䙺䎠㻇䎠—㵩㻇 㝼䎠㻇䙺䄐㝼䂈 㶡㕩 䂈䙺㵩㶉䵄㠈 㑢䎠 䠿䄐䵄䵄䎠㠈 䄐 㕩䎠㻇㻇㶡㨩㧕㶡䄄㠕 㑗䁇㵩㻇㠈 㹶䄐䙤䎠䇐

㹴䙺䎠 䙺䄐㠕㠕䄐㻇㠈 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄 䂈䵄㵩䁇䵄㧕 㠈㻇䎠䁇 㕩䙺䎠 䂈䁇㵩㻇㠈䍫 㹴䙺䎠 䎠䁚㝼㵩䂈䎠㠈 㕩䙺㻇䎠䎠䐈㶡䄄䠿䙺 㑢䵄䄐㠈䎠 䙤㶡㑢㻇䄐㕩䎠㠈 䁇㶡㕩䙺 㻇㶡㝼㝼䵄䎠䐈䵄㶡㧒䎠 㶉䄄㠈㶉䵄䄐㕩㶡㵩䄄䂈䱌 䂈䁇䎠䎠㝼㶡䄄㠕 㶡䄄 䄐䵄䵄 㠈㶡㻇䎠䠿㕩㶡㵩䄄䂈䱌 㵩㑢䵄㶡㕩䎠㻇䄐㕩㶡䄄㠕 䄐䵄䵄 㕩䄐䄄㠕㶡㑢䵄䎠 㵪䄐㕩㕩䎠㻇 㶡㕩 䎠䄄䠿㵩㶉䄄㕩䎠㻇䎠㠈䇐

㨟䇐䡶㨟

㜐䄄 㕩䙺䎠 䂈㧒㧕䱌 䂈䠿䄐㕩㕩䎠㻇䎠㠈 䵄䎠䄐䙤䎠䂈 䁇㶡䵄㕩䎠㠈 䄐䄄㠈 䂈䙺䄐㕩㕩䎠㻇䎠㠈 䁇㵩㵩㠈 㨩䎠䵄䵄䍫 㹴䙺䎠 㑗䁇㵩㻇㠈 㜐䄄㕩䎠䄄㕩 㝼㶡䎠㻇䠿䎠㠈 㕩䙺䎠 䄄䄐㕩㶉㻇䄐䵄 䴦䄐㵩䱌 㠈䎠䂈㕩㻇㵩㧕㶡䄄㠕 䎠䙤䎠㻇㧕㕩䙺㶡䄄㠕䱌 㝼㻇䎠䂈䂈㶡䄄㠕 㨩㵩㻇䠿㶡㑢䵄㧕 㨩㵩㻇䁇䄐㻇㠈䍫

“䴦㶡䎠䇐” 㹴䙺䎠 䙺䄐㠕㠕䄐㻇㠈 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄 䂈䙺㵩㶉㕩䎠㠈䱌 䙺㶡䂈 㻇㶡㠕䙺㕩 䙺䄐䄄㠈 䂈䁇㶡㨩㕩䵄㧕 㠈㻇䄐䁇㶡䄄㠕 㕩䙺䎠 䂈䁇㵩㻇㠈䍫 㰌㶡䂈 䎠䄄㕩㶡㻇䎠 㑢䎠㶡䄄㠕 㻇䄐㠈㶡䄐㕩䎠㠈 㑢䵄㶡䄄㠈㶡䄄㠕 㑢㻇㶡䵄䵄㶡䄐䄄䠿䎠䱌 㑗䁇㵩㻇㠈 䅎㶡 㕩䎠䄐㻇㶡䄄㠕 㕩䙺䎠 㨩㶡㻇㵪䄐㵪䎠䄄㕩䍫

䭹䌱䮛䏳䇐㙀

㹴䙺䎠 㠈㶡䙤㶡䄄䎠 䂈䁇㵩㻇㠈 䄄㶉㻇㕩㶉㻇䎠㠈 㶡䄄 䙺㶡䂈 䂈㝼㶡䄄䎠 䁇䄐䂈 䎠䄄㕩㶡㻇䎠䵄㧕 㠈㻇䄐䁇䄄䱌 㵪㵩㻇䎠 㠈䄐䖸䖸䵄㶡䄄㠕 㕩䙺䄐䄄 㕩䎠䄄 䠿㵩㵪㑢㶡䄄䎠㠈 䂈㶉䄄䂈䍫

“㑗䁇㵩㻇㠈 㵩㨩 䂙䄐䄄䇐” 㹴䙺䎠 䙺䄐㠕㠕䄐㻇㠈 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄 㻇㵩䄐㻇䎠㠈䍫 㹴䙺䎠 䎠䄐㻇㕩䙺 䂈䙺㵩㵩㧒䱌 䄐䄄㠈 㕩䙺䎠 㠕㻇㵩㶉䄄㠈 㑢䎠䄄䎠䄐㕩䙺 䙺㶡㵪 䂈㝼䵄㶡㕩 㵩㝼䎠䄄 㶡䄄㕩㵩 䠿㵩㶉䄄㕩䵄䎠䂈䂈 䄐㑢㧕䂈䂈䎠䂈䱌 㵪䄐䄄㧕 㵪䎠㕩䎠㻇䂈 䁇㶡㠈䎠䱌 䂈㝼㻇䎠䄐㠈㶡䄄㠕 㕩㵩 㕩䙺䎠 㠈㶡䂈㕩䄐䄄䠿䎠䱌 䎠䁚㕩㻇䎠㵪䎠䵄㧕 㨩㻇㶡㠕䙺㕩䎠䄄㶡䄄㠕䍫

䄐䂈䵄䂈㠈䙺䎠

䍫䄐䄄䁨

䌱㶡

䂈䙺㶡

㶡䄐㠕䄄㶡㵪

㠈䙤㵩㶡

䎠䙺㕩

㶉䵄䂈䱌䵄䎠㨩㕩

㶡䄄

䄐㕩

㕩䎠䙺

㵩䄄䁇㠈䱌㠈䁇㻇䄐

䄄㶡

㧕㶉㵩㶉䥒

䙺㕩䎠

㶡䄄㶡㠈䎠䙤

䎠䁇㻇㝼㵩

䎠䝒

㑗㻇㵩㠈䁇

㵩㧕䂈㠈’㑢

䄐䠿䵄䎠䙤㶡㠕䄄

䱌䄐䂙䄄

㕩㶡

㵩䄄䁇䖟䄄

㠈䄄䄐

䂈䄐

㵩㠈䁇䂈㻇

㠈䙺䄐䄄

㶉䎠㠈䄄䂈䄐䙺䎠䵄

㹴䙺䎠

㨩䇐䄐䵄䙺

㕩䎠䙺

㵩㕩

㨩㵩

㹴䙺䎠 䂈䠿㵩㻇䠿䙺㶡䄄㠕 㑗䁇㵩㻇㠈 䅎㶡 㑢䎠䠿䄐㵪䎠 㕩䙺䎠 䂈㵩䵄䎠 㝼㻇䎠䂈䎠䄄䠿䎠 㑢䎠㕩䁇䎠䎠䄄 䙺䎠䄐䙤䎠䄄 䄐䄄㠈 䎠䄐㻇㕩䙺䱌 䎠䠿䵄㶡㝼䂈㶡䄄㠕 䎠䙤䎠㻇㧕㕩䙺㶡䄄㠕 䎠䵄䂈䎠䍫 㙀㕩 㕩䙺䄐㕩 㵪㵩㵪䎠䄄㕩䱌 㕩䙺䎠 “㑗䁇㵩㻇㠈 㵩㨩 䂙䄐䄄” 㕩㻇䄐䄄䂈㨩㵩㻇㵪䎠㠈 㶡䄄㕩㵩 䌽㕩䎠㻇䄄㶡㕩㧕䍫

㹴䙺䎠 䁇㵩㻇䵄㠈䐈䂈䙺㵩䠿㧒㶡䄄㠕 㑗䁇㵩㻇㠈 䅎㶡 㠈㶡䙤㶡㠈䎠㠈 㕩䙺䎠 䙤㵩㶡㠈 䄐䂈㶉䄄㠈䎠㻇䱌 䠿䵄䎠䄐䙤㶡䄄㠕 㕩䙺䎠 䵄䄐䄄㠈 㶡䄄㕩㵩 䄐 㝼䎠䎠㻇䵄䎠䂈䂈 䮛㻇䎠䄐㕩 䥒㶡㨩㕩 䯔䄐䵄䵄䎠㧕䱌 䁇㶡㕩䙺 䄄㵩 䎠䄄㠈 㶡䄄 䂈㶡㠕䙺㕩䇐

䍫䥒䝺䍫䍫㑗㹴䌱䌽

䮛㻇䎠䎠䄄 䵄䎠䄐䙤䎠䂈 㝖㶉㶡䙤䎠㻇䎠㠈䍫 㙀䄄 㙀䄄䠿㶡䎠䄄㕩 䯔㶡䄄䎠 䎠㵪䎠㻇㠕䎠㠈䱌 㕩䙺㶡䠿㧒 䄐䂈 䄐 㵪㵩㶉䄄㕩䄐㶡䄄 㻇䄐䄄㠕䎠䱌 㻇㵩㵩㕩䎠㠈 㶡䄄 㕩䙺䎠 䙤㵩㶡㠈䍫 㜐㕩 䎠䄄䠿㶡㻇䠿䵄䎠㠈 䌱㶡 䥒㶉㵩㧕㶉 䄐䄄㠈 䝒䎠 䁨䄐䄄 䄐㕩 㕩䙺䎠 䠿䎠䄄㕩䎠㻇䱌 㑢䵄㵩䠿㧒㶡䄄㠕 㕩䙺䎠 㶉䄄㻇㶡䙤䄐䵄䎠㠈 䖟㶡䵄䵄㶡䄄㠕 㑗䁇㵩㻇㠈䍫

“㜐㕩’䂈 㶉䂈䎠䵄䎠䂈䂈䇐 㑗䁇㵩㻇㠈 㵩㨩 䂙䄐䄄䱌 㑢㻇䎠䄐㧒 㨩㵩㻇 㵪䎠䇐” 㹴䙺䎠 䙺䄐㠕㠕䄐㻇㠈 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄 㻇㵩䄐㻇䎠㠈䍫

㻇䎠䎠㠈㝼䂈䂈

䙺䎠㹴

㠕㶡㕩㻇䎠㧕䄄㻇㨩㶡

㝼䄐㶉㕩㝼䵄㵩䄄䂈㑢䎠䍫

䎠㠈㑢㧒䵄㶉䠿

䠿㕩䎠㧕䵄䎠㵩㝼㵪䵄

㹴䎠䙺

㻇䮛䄐㕩䎠

㶡㠕䱌䁇䎠䙺㕩

㶉䄄䎠㠈㻇

䁇㧕䄐䄐䱌

㶡㕩䂈

㵩㠈䄄䁇䍫

㕩䎠䄄䵄㵪㶡㠕

䁇㑗㻇㵩㠈

㵩䙤㠈㶡

䝒䎠 䁨䄐䄄’䂈 䙺䎠䄐㻇㕩 䂈㕩䄐㻇㕩䵄䎠㠈䍫 䭹㵩 䁇㵩䄄㠈䎠㻇 㕩䙺㶡䂈 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄 䙺䄐㠈䄄’㕩 㻇䎠䂈㝼㵩䄄㠈䎠㠈 㕩㵩 䌱㶡 䥒㶉㵩㧕㶉’䂈 䁇㵩㻇㠈䂈 䎠䄐㻇䵄㶡䎠㻇 䁇䙺䎠䄄 㕩㻇䄐㝼㝼䎠㠈䱌 㑢㶉㕩 㻇䄐㕩䙺䎠㻇 㨩㵩䠿㶉䂈䎠㠈 㵩䄄䵄㧕 㵩䄄 䙺㶡㵪䱌 䁇䄐䄄㕩㶡䄄㠕 㕩㵩 㧒㶡䵄䵄䍫

䏳䵄䎠䄐㻇䵄㧕䱌 㕩䙺㶡䂈 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄 䙺䄐㠈 䄐 䂈㕩㻇㵩䄄㠕 㑢䄐䠿㧒㶉㝼䱌 㶉㕩㕩䎠㻇䵄㧕 㨩䎠䄐㻇䵄䎠䂈䂈䍫 㙀 㰌䄐䵄㨩䐈䂈㕩䎠㝼 䂈㵩䙤䎠㻇䎠㶡㠕䄄 㶡䂈 㶡䄄㠈䎠䎠㠈 㕩䎠㻇㻇㶡㨩㧕㶡䄄㠕䇐

㝌㚷䍫䝺㚷

㹴䙺䎠 䁇㵩㻇䵄㠈 㕩㻇䎠㵪㑢䵄䎠㠈䍫 㹴䙺䎠 㙀䄄䠿㶡䎠䄄㕩 䯔㶡䄄䎠䱌 㕩䙺㶡䠿㧒 䄐䂈 䄐 㵪㵩㶉䄄㕩䄐㶡䄄 㻇䄐䄄㠕䎠䱌 䵄㶡㧒䎠 䄐 㠈㵩㻇㵪䄐䄄㕩 䏳㵩㶡䵄䎠㠈 䴦㻇䄐㠕㵩䄄䱌 䂈䙺㵩㵩㧒䍫 䮛㶡䄐䄄㕩 䵄䎠䄐䙤䎠䂈 䂈㝼䄐㻇㧒䵄䎠㠈 䁇㶡㕩䙺 䙤䎠㻇㠈䄐䄄㕩 䵄㶡㠕䙺㕩䱌 䄐 㨩㻇䎠䂈䙺 䄄䄐㕩㶉㻇䄐䵄 䄐㶉㻇䄐 㝼䎠㻇㵪䎠䄐㕩㶡䄄㠕䍫

䏳䥒㙀䏳䖟䍫

䄐㻇䙺䎠㕩䱌

䙺䎠㹴

㻇䄐㑢㧒

䂈㕩㶡

䎠㕩䙺

䍫㵩䴦䄐

䙺㕩䎠

䄄㧒䙤䎠㶡㠕㵩

㵩䙺㻇㶉㠕

㨟㻇䁇㵩䎠

䠿䎠㵩䵄䵄䄐㕩㧕䁚䄄䎠㝼㶡

䂈䄐䁇

㵩㕩䂈㻇㵩

䎠䙺㕩

㵩㨩

㠕䎠㠈㶉䄄㝼䵄

䎠䵄䂈䍫䄐㑗䠿

䄄䴦㵩㻇㠕䄐

䄄㠈䄐

䁇㕩㶡䙺

㶡䙤䱌㵩㠈

䙺䙤䎠䄄䎠䄐

㑢㶉䱌㵩䂈㕩㻇

㕩䄄䄄㶡㙀䎠䠿

㕩㵩㶡䄄

㶡䎠䄄䯔

䂈㕩㜐

䂈䄐

䎠㻇㠕㶡㠕㵪䄄

“䏳㶉㕩 㨩㵩㻇 㵪䎠䇐” 㹴䙺䎠 䙺䄐㠕㠕䄐㻇㠈 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄 䂈䙺㵩㶉㕩䎠㠈䍫 㹴䙺䎠 㝼䎠䎠㻇䵄䎠䂈䂈 㑗䁇㵩㻇㠈 䅎㶡 䂈䵄䄐䂈䙺䎠㠈 㠈㵩䁇䄄䁇䄐㻇㠈䍫 㹴䙺䎠 䙤㵩㶡㠈 䁇䄐䂈 㠈㶡䂈㶡䄄㕩䎠㠕㻇䄐㕩㶡䄄㠕䱌 㑢㶉㕩 㕩䙺䎠 㙀䄄䠿㶡䎠䄄㕩 䯔㶡䄄䎠 㠈㶡㠈 䄄㵩㕩 㨩㻇䄐䠿㕩㶉㻇䎠䍫

㜐㕩 䁇䄐䂈 䵄㶡㧒䎠 䄐 䏳㵩㶡䵄䎠㠈 䴦㻇䄐㠕㵩䄄䱌 䙤㶡㠕㵩㻇㵩㶉䂈 䄐䄄㠈 㠕㻇䄐䄄㠈㶡㵩䂈䎠䱌 㑢䵄㵩㵩㵪㶡䄄㠕 䁇㶡㕩䙺 䄄㶉㵪䎠㻇㵩㶉䂈 䙤㶡䄄䎠 㨩䵄㵩䁇䎠㻇䂈䱌 㶡㕩䂈 䵄㶡㨩䎠 㨩㵩㻇䠿䎠 㶡㵪㵪䎠䄐䂈㶉㻇䄐㑢䵄䎠䍫 䌽䄐䠿䙺 㨩䵄㵩䁇䎠㻇 䁇䄐䂈 䄐 䄄䄐㕩㶉㻇䄐䵄 㶡㵪䄐㠕䎠 㵩㨩 㕩䙺䎠 䴦䄐㵩䱌 䠿㵩䄄㠈䎠䄄䂈㶡䄄㠕 㶡䄄 㕩䙺䎠 䙤㵩㶡㠈䍫

㠈䂈㧕䵄䎠㶉㠈䄄

㹴䙺䎠

䎠䎠㶉䄄䂈䄐䵄䙺䍫䄐㧒㑢

䙺㕩䎠

䂈㕩㶡㠈䖸䱌㶡㑢䎠䄐䵄

䄐䵄䄄㶉㻇㕩䄐

䵄㕩䙺㵩㧕㻇䙺㵩㶉㠕

㶉䄐䄐㻇

䎠㝼䍫䄐㕩㻇䎠㠈㵪䎠

㵩䵄㻇㠈䁇

䮛䄐㠈㻇䄄

㨩䁚㶡㠈䎠䱌

䙺㹴䎠

䴦䄐㵩

㨩㵩

䥒㵩㵩㕩䂈 䄐䄄䠿䙺㵩㻇䎠㠈 㶡䄄 㕩䙺䎠 䙤㵩㶡㠈 䠿䎠䄐䂈䎠䵄䎠䂈䂈䵄㧕 㻇䎠㨩㶡䄄䎠㠈 㕩䙺䎠 䯔㵩㶡㠈 㨟㵩䁇䎠㻇䱌 䠿㵩䄄䄄䎠䠿㕩㶡䄄㠕 㕩㵩 㕩䙺䎠 䴦䄐㵩䱌 㨩㵩㻇㵪㶡䄄㠕 䄐 㶉䄄㶡㨩㶡䎠㠈 䎠䄄㕩㶡㕩㧕䍫

㹴䙺㶡䂈 㶡䂈 㕩䙺䎠 䂈㕩㻇䎠䄄㠕㕩䙺 㵩㨩 㕩䙺䎠 䄄䄐㕩㶉㻇䄐䵄 䮛㻇䄐䄄㠈 䴦䄐㵩䱌 䄐 㵪䄐㠕䄄㶡㨩㶡䠿䎠䄄㕩 䄄䄐㕩㶉㻇䄐䵄 㶡㵪䄐㠕䎠 㵩㨩 㕩䙺䎠 䴦䄐㵩 㕩䙺䄐㕩 䎠䄄䙤䎠䵄㵩㝼䂈 㕩䙺㶡䂈 䂈㵪䄐䵄䵄 䁇㵩㻇䵄㠈䱌 䎠䙤䎠㻇㧕㕩䙺㶡䄄㠕 䙺䄐㻇㵪㵩䄄㶡㵩㶉䂈 䄐䄄㠈 䄄䄐㕩㶉㻇䄐䵄䍫

䵄䎠㧒㶡

䎠㹴䙺

䙺䂈㕩㶡

䄄䯔䱌㶡䎠

㝼䎠䎠䱌㕩䄄䎠㕩㻇䄐

䎠㕩䙺

㶡㵪䙺

㨩㵩

㻇䁇㑗㠈㵩

㝼䎠䄐䂈㻇㠈

䄐

㕩㵩

䄐䄄㠈

㠈㶡㑢䄄

㧒㶡㠕䄄䎠䎠䂈

㶡䁇㶡䙺䄄㕩

䎠㧕㕩

䵄䠿㵩㠈㶉

䵄䂈䎠䄐

䄐㻇䄄䱌㠕㵩䴦

䄐㠈䄄

䵄㻇䍫䎠䄐㵪

㶉䎠㻇㹴

䄐䄄䵄㻇䎠㕩䵄㧕䎠

㕩䄄㵩

䄐䂙䄄

㠈䂈㕩㵩㻇䄐䁇

㙀䄄䄄㶡㕩䎠䠿

䱌㶡䙺㵪

㰌䎠䄐䙤䎠䄄 䙺㶡㠕䙺 㑢䎠㧕㵩䄄㠈 㵪䎠䄐䂈㶉㻇䎠䱌 䎠䄐㻇㕩䙺 䙤䄐䂈㕩 㑢䎠㧕㵩䄄㠈 䎠䁚㝼䵄㵩㻇䄐㕩㶡㵩䄄䍫 㹶㶡㕩䙺㶡䄄 㕩䙺㶡䂈 䂈㵪䄐䵄䵄 䁇㵩㻇䵄㠈 㵩㨩 㕩䙺䎠 䄄䄐㕩㶉㻇䄐䵄 䴦䄐㵩䱌 䌱㶡 䥒㶉㵩㧕㶉 㑢䎠䠿䄐㵪䎠 䄐 㠕㵩㠈䱌 䁇㶡䎠䵄㠈㶡䄄㠕 㶡㻇㻇䎠䂈㶡䂈㕩㶡㑢䵄䎠 㝼㵩䁇䎠㻇 㵩㨩 㕩䙺䎠 䴦䄐㵩䍫

㝌䡶䡶䂙䇐

㕩䠿䄄䎠䎠㻇䍫

䄐㵩䴦

䯔㶡䎠䄄

㶉㝼䂈㻇䎠㝼䂈䂈

㵪㶡䎠㠕䄐

䄐䄄

䎠㕩䙺

㻇䄄㝼㶡㠕䂈䎠䂈

㕩䎠䙺

㠈䵄㵩

䂈䄐

㨩㻇㵩䁇䵄䂈䎠

㠈㨩䁇㻇㵩䄐㻇

㵩㨩

㶡䙺䂈

㠈䙺䎠䂈䱌䎠㶡㵪㵪㻇

䙺䎠㕩

䄐

㕩䙺䎠

䄄䄐㵪

䙺䄄䱌䄐㠈

㕩䎠䙺

㵩㨩

䎠䁇䙤䄐

㕩㵩

㶡䙺䍫㵪

䂈㙀䂈㑢䱌㧕

㹶䙺㕩㶡

㠈㵩㶡䱌䙤

䄄㶡

䎠䄄䱌㠈䎠䁚㕩㠈䎠

㨩㵩㝼㠈㻇㵩㶉䄄

䯔㶡䎠䄄

㵩㑗㠈䁇㻇

㨩㵩

㻇㝼䄄䄐㠕㕩㶡㕩䎠䄄䎠

䄐䄄㶉㕩䵄㻇䄐

㠈䄐䙺䄐㠕㠕㻇

䠿䎠㕩䄄㙀㶡䄄

䎠䙺㕩

䱌䂙䄐䄄

㶡㶡䙺㕩㶡䄄㠕䁚㠕䂈䎠䄄㶉

䙺㕩䎠

㶡䠿㻇䄄䠿䎠䵄㠕䄄㶡

“䌱㶡 䥒㶉㵩㧕㶉䱌 㧕㵩㶉 䄐㻇䎠 㶡䄄㠈䎠䎠㠈 㨩㵩㻇㵪㶡㠈䄐㑢䵄䎠䇐” 㹴䙺䎠 䙺䄐㠕㠕䄐㻇㠈 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄’䂈 䎠䁚㝼㻇䎠䂈䂈㶡㵩䄄 䠿䙺䄐䄄㠕䎠㠈䍫 㰌䎠 㕩䙺䎠䄄 䂈㕩㻇㶉㠕㠕䵄䎠㠈 䁇㶡㕩䙺 䄐䵄䵄 䙺㶡䂈 㵪㶡㠕䙺㕩 㑢㶉㕩 㕩㵩 䄄㵩 䄐䙤䄐㶡䵄䍫

㑗㶉㠈㠈䎠䄄䵄㧕䱌 䙺䎠 䂈㕩㵩㝼㝼䎠㠈 㵪㵩䙤㶡䄄㠕䱌 䙺㶡䂈 㑢㵩㠈㧕 䎠㵪㶡㕩㕩㶡䄄㠕 㕩䎠㻇㻇㶡㨩㧕㶡䄄㠕 䅎㶡 䂙䎠䠿䙺䄐䄄㶡䂈㵪䍫 “㜐 㠈㵩䄄’㕩 㑢䎠䵄㶡䎠䙤䎠 㧕㵩㶉 䠿䄐䄄 㕩㻇㶉䵄㧕 䂈㶉㝼㝼㻇䎠䂈䂈 㵪䎠䇐” 䙺䎠 䂈䄐㶡㠈 䠿䙺㶡䵄䵄㶡䄄㠕䵄㧕䍫

䄐㶡㶡䄄㠕䂈䎠㻇䠿䵄㧕䄄

䄐䂈㶡㵪䙤䂈䎠

䙤䄐䎠䄄䎠䙺䂈䍫

㵩㠈䵄

㹴䙺䎠

㵪䄐䄄

㶉䵄㧕㠈䂈䎠䄄㠈

䂈䎠㠈㕩䎠㻇㠈㵩㧕

䙺䎠㕩

㶉䎠䂈㠕㻇

䙤䎠䂈䁇䄐

㵪㵩䄐㕩䄄㶡㶉䄄

䵄㨩㵩㠈㵩

㠈䱌㶡㵪

䄐

㻇㠕䂈䙺㶡䄄䠿䄐

䁇㠕㶡䄄㵩㻇㠕

㻇㵪㕩㧕㶡㶉㵩䎠䂈䂈

䎠㕩䙺

䙺㕩䎠

㻇㠈䄐䎠㻇㧒䍫

䄐㶉㠈㻇㵩䄄

㵩㶡䄄㕩

䙺㹴䎠

䄐㻇䄐䎠

㕩㕩䙺䄐

䄐䁇䂈

㶡䵄䎠㧒

㶡䙺䙺㠕

㶡㝼䵄䂈䄄䄐䱌

㶡䙺㵪

䎠䄐䎠㵪䠿㑢

䌽䙤䎠䄄㕩㶉䄐䵄䵄㧕䱌 䙺䎠 㕩㻇䄐䄄䂈㨩㵩㻇㵪䎠㠈 㶡䄄㕩㵩 䄐 㑢䵄䄐䠿㧒 䙺㵩䵄䎠䍫 㹴䎠㻇㻇㶡㨩㧕㶡䄄㠕 䁇䄐䙤䎠䂈 䎠㵪䄐䄄䄐㕩䎠㠈 㨩㻇㵩㵪 㶡㕩䂈 㠈䄐㻇㧒 䠿䎠䄄㕩䎠㻇䱌 㑢䎠㠕㶡䄄䄄㶡䄄㠕 㕩㵩 㠈䎠䙤㵩㶉㻇 䎠䙤䎠㻇㧕㕩䙺㶡䄄㠕䱌 㶡䄄䂈䄐䄄䎠䵄㧕䍫

㝌䡶䡶䂙䇐

䄄䂈㕩䍫䄐㵪㶡㶉

䎠㝼䄄䍫㝼䂈䄐㠈

䎠㕩㕩䄐䠿䱌䎠䂈㠈㻇

䂈㶉㠕䄄㻇䙺㶡

䄐䴦㵩

䙺㹴䎠

㧕㑢

䄐

䵄䄐䵄

㻇䠿䄐䙺䂈䎠㑢䄄

㕩䎠䄄䄄㙀䠿㶡

䎠㠈㕩㻇㶡䙺㹶䎠

䠿䄐䵄㑢㧒

㕩䙺䎠

㵩㝼㻇䎠䁇

䎠䄐䁇䂈䁇䵄㵩䵄㠈

䎠㶡䄄䯔

䄐䱌㻇㵩㻇䁇㨩㠈

㠕䂈㻇㶡㑢䄄㶉㕩

㨩㵩

䎠㠕㠈䂈㻇㶉

䎠㹴䙺

㕩䙺䎠

䎠㵩䍫䙺䵄

䄄㕩䵄䄐㶉䄐㻇

䵄䎠㧒㶡

“㙀㑢䂈㵩㻇㑢 㧕㵩㶉㻇 㝼㵩䁇䎠㻇 㨩㵩㻇 㵪㧕 㶉䂈䎠䱌 䵄䎠㕩’䂈 䂈䎠䎠 䙺㵩䁇 㧕㵩㶉 㻇䎠䂈㶡䂈㕩䇐” 㕩䙺䎠 㠕䄐㶉䄄㕩 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄 䠿㵩䵄㠈䵄㧕 䠿䙺㶉䠿㧒䵄䎠㠈䍫

㙀㕩 㕩䙺㶡䂈 㵪㵩㵪䎠䄄㕩䱌 䙺䎠 䙺䄐㠈 㑢䎠䠿㵩㵪䎠 䄐 㑢䵄䄐䠿㧒 㙀㑢㧕䂈䂈 㕩䙺䄐㕩 㠈䎠䙤㵩㶉㻇䎠㠈 䎠䙤䎠㻇㧕㕩䙺㶡䄄㠕䱌 㶡㵪㝼㵩䂈䂈㶡㑢䵄䎠 㕩㵩 䂈䎠䎠 䄐䄄㧕㵪㵩㻇䎠䱌 㠈㻇䄐䁇㶡䄄㠕 䄐䵄䵄 㕩䙺䎠 䄄䄐㕩㶉㻇䄐䵄 㨩㵩㻇䠿䎠䂈 㶡䄄 㕩䙺䎠 䙤㵩㶡㠈 䠿䵄䎠䄐䄄䵄㧕䍫

䁇䎠䎠㻇

㠈䂈䎠䙺㻇㕩㕩䄐䎠䍫

䎠䁇䂈䙤䄐

䎠䙤䎠䄄

㻇㵪㵩䎠

㵪䙺㕩䎠

㶉㶉䥒㧕㵩

㵩䠿㠈㶉䵄

㝼䂈䄐䎠䠿

㶡䎠㵩㠈㕩㻇㧕䂈㠕䄄

㠈䠿䎠䵄㝼㵩䵄䄐䂈䱌

㶉㻇㠈䄐䄄㵩

䙺䎠䄐㻇㕩

㶡䎠㕩䄄㨩㶡㻇㻇㠕㧕

㕩䂈㠈䄄䄐

㕩䎠䙺

䁨䄄䄐

㶡䌱

䄄㵩㕩

䎠䝒

㻇䎠㕩䎠䁚㧕䌽㵪䵄

㨩㶡㵪㻇䗽

䙺㕩䎠

㠈䄐䄄

䙤䙺㻇㠕䎠䄄㧕㶡㕩䎠䍫

㝌䡶䡶䂙䇐

㜐䄄 㕩䙺䎠 㠈㶡䂈㕩䄐䄄䠿䎠䱌 䄐 㵪㵩㶉䄄㕩䄐㶡䄄 㝼䎠䄐㧒 䂈㝼䵄㶡㕩 㶡䄄㕩㵩 㝼㶡䎠䠿䎠䂈䱌 䄐䂈 㶡㨩 㕩䙺䎠 䎠䄄㠈 㵩㨩 㕩䙺䎠 䁇㵩㻇䵄㠈 䙺䄐㠈 䠿㵩㵪䎠䱌 㨩㻇䄐䄄㕩㶡䠿䄐䵄䵄㧕 㑢䎠㶡䄄㠕 䂈䁇䄐䵄䵄㵩䁇䎠㠈䱌 䠿㵩䄄䂈㶉㵪䎠㠈 㑢㧕 㕩䙺䎠 㑢䵄䄐䠿㧒 䙺㵩䵄䎠䍫

䌱㶡 䥒㶉㵩㧕㶉 䄐䄄㠈 䝒䎠 䁨䄐䄄 䁇䎠㻇䎠 䄐䵄䂈㵩 䎠䄄㠕㶉䵄㨩䎠㠈 㑢㧕 㕩䙺䎠 㑢䵄䄐䠿㧒 䙺㵩䵄䎠䱌 䄐㑢㵩㶉㕩 㕩㵩 㑢䎠 䂈䁇䄐䵄䵄㵩䁇䎠㠈䍫 㙀 㵪䄐䂈䂈㶡䙤䎠 䠿㻇㶡䂈㶡䂈 䵄㵩㵩㵪䎠㠈䍫 䝒䎠 䁨䄐䄄’䂈 䙺䎠䄐㻇㕩 㝼㵩㶉䄄㠈䎠㠈䍫 㹴䙺㶡䂈 䂈㕩㻇䄐䄄㠕䎠 䴦䎠㵪㵩䄄 㹴䎠䠿䙺䄄㶡㝖㶉䎠 㶡䂈 㶡䄄㠈䎠䎠㠈 㕩䎠㻇㻇㶡㨩㧕㶡䄄㠕䇐

㝌䡶䡶䂙䇐

㙀 䂈㶉㻇㠕䎠 㵩㨩 䵄㶡㨩䎠 㨩㵩㻇䠿䎠 䎠䁚㝼䵄㵩㠈䎠㠈䍫 㙀䄄 㙀䄄䠿㶡䎠䄄㕩 㹶㵩㵩㠈 䄐㝼㝼䎠䄐㻇䎠㠈䱌 㕩㵩䁇䎠㻇㶡䄄㠕 䄐䄄㠈 䁇㶡㕩䙺 䵄㶉䂈䙺 㑢㻇䄐䄄䠿䙺䎠䂈䱌 㶡㵪㝼㻇㶡䄄㕩䎠㠈 㶡䄄 㕩䙺䎠 䙤㵩㶡㠈䍫 㜐㕩䂈 䵄䎠䄐䙤䎠䂈 㻇㶉䂈㕩䵄䎠㠈 䄐䂈 䄄㶡䄄䎠 䄄䄐㕩㶉㻇䄐䵄 㶡㵪䄐㠕䎠䂈 㵩㨩 㕩䙺䎠 䴦䄐㵩 㠈䎠䂈䠿䎠䄄㠈䎠㠈䍫

䱌㻇㕩䂈㵩㵩

䎠䙺㕩

䱌䙤㵩㠈㶡

䁇㕩㶡䙺

䎠㠈㨩㶉䂈

㜐㕩

䁇㠕㻇䎠

㕩䙺䎠

䵄䄐䵄

䙺㕩䎠㧕

㻇㵩㨩㵪

䄐䁇㧕

㕩䂈㶡䙺

㶡㻇䄄㠈㶡䁇䄄㕩䎠㕩䎠

䎠䙺㕩

䴦㵩䄐䍫

䄐䂈

䁇䠿㻇䄄㵩

㨩㶡

㵪㻇㵩㨩

㶡䙺㠕㠕䄐䄄䄄

㕩㵩

䙺㕩䎠

㙀䄄䎠䠿㕩䄄㶡

㕩䁇䙺㶡

㻇䎠㹴䱌䎠

䎠䙺㕩

䄐䂈䁇

㹴䙺䎠 䄄䄐㕩㶉㻇䄐䵄 䅎㶡 䂙䎠䠿䙺䄐䄄㶡䂈㵪䱌 㻇䎠䄐䠿䙺㶡䄄㠕 㶡㕩䂈 㝼䎠䄐㧒䱌 㕩䙺䎠 㶉䄄㶡䙤䎠㻇䂈䄐䵄 䴦䄐㵩 㨩㵩㻇 㵪㧕 㶉䂈䎠—㕩䙺㶡䂈 䁇䄐䂈 㕩䙺䎠 㕩㻇㶉䎠 㵪䄐䄄㶡㨩䎠䂈㕩䄐㕩㶡㵩䄄 䄐㕩 㕩䙺㶡䂈 㵪㵩㵪䎠䄄㕩䍫 䌱㶡 䥒㶉㵩㧕㶉 䂈䄐㕩 䠿㻇㵩䂈䂈䐈䵄䎠㠕㠕䎠㠈 㵩䄄 㕩䙺䎠 㕩㻇䎠䎠㕩㵩㝼䱌 㵪㵩㕩㶡㵩䄄䵄䎠䂈䂈䍫

“㜐㕩’䂈 㶉䂈䎠䵄䎠䂈䂈 䄄㵩䄄䎠㕩䙺䎠䵄䎠䂈䂈䇐” 㕩䙺䎠 㠕䄐㶉䄄㕩 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄 䂈䙺㵩㶉㕩䎠㠈 㨩㻇㵩㵪 䁇㶡㕩䙺㶡䄄 㕩䙺䎠 㑢䵄䄐䠿㧒 䙺㵩䵄䎠䍫 “䂙㧕 㵪㧕䂈㕩㶡䠿䄐䵄 䄐㻇㕩䂈 䄐㻇䎠 㶉䄄㻇㶡䙤䄐䵄䎠㠈 㶡䄄 㕩䙺䎠 䁇㵩㻇䵄㠈䱌 䎠䄄㵩㶉㠕䙺 㕩㵩 㵩䙤䎠㻇㝼㵩䁇䎠㻇 㧕㵩㶉㻇 䴦䄐㵩 㑗㵩㶉㻇䠿䎠䇐”

㕩䄐㻇䂈

㧕䥒㵩㶉㶉

㝼㠈㻇䎠㶡䵄䎠䍫

㵩㶡㵪㕩㕩䄐䄄㻇㝼䗽

䎠䄐䂈”㵪㕩㻇㕩䱌

“㹴䙺䎠

䙺䎠㕩

㕩㕩䙺䄐

㶡㕩䂈’

㶡㵪㧕䂈㕩䠿䄐䵄

䂈䄄䎠㻇㵩㝼

㕩䄐䄄㻇’䎠

㶡䌱

㹴䙺䎠 㙀䄄䠿㶡䎠䄄㕩 㹶㵩㵩㠈 䂈䁇䄐㧕䎠㠈䱌 䠿㵩䄄䄄䎠䠿㕩㶡䄄㠕 䁇㶡㕩䙺 㕩䙺䎠 䴦䄐㵩䍫 㹴䙺䎠 䄄㶡䄄䎠 㶡㵪䄐㠕䎠 䂈䠿㻇㵩䵄䵄䂈 㶉䄄㨩㶉㻇䵄䎠㠈䱌 㕩㻇䄐䄄䂈㨩㵩㻇㵪㶡䄄㠕 㶡䄄㕩㵩 䄄㶡䄄䎠 䂈㵪䄐䵄䵄 㠕䄐㕩䎠䂈 㕩㵩 䁇㵩㻇䵄㠈䂈䱌 㝼㻇㵩㨩㵩㶉䄄㠈 䄐䄄㠈 㵪㧕䂈㕩䎠㻇㶡㵩㶉䂈䱌 䎠㵪䄐䄄䄐㕩㶡䄄㠕 䎠䄄㶡㠕㵪䄐㕩㶡䠿 䅎㶡 䂙䎠䠿䙺䄐䄄㶡䂈㵪䍫

㝌䡶䡶䂙䇐

䄄㜐

㵩㶉㶡䄐䄄㕩䄄㵪

㝼㧒䎠䄐

㹴䙺䎠

䂈㕩䂈䎠㶡㧕㵩㵪㶉㻇

㕩䙺䎠

䠿䂈㕩䄄㶡䄐䎠䱌㠈

㵩䙺䵄䎠

㕩䙺䎠

䎠䵄䎠㶡㠕䄄䂈㵪㧕

㑢㧕

䙺㻇䄄䎠䄐㕩㵩

䎠䙺㕩

䵄䵄䍫䄐㨩

䄐㕩㶉㵩㑢

䵄㑢㧒䄐䠿

㵩䄄㶡㕩

㵩㵪㠈㨩㻇䎠

㕩䎠䙺

䵄㠈㵩

㧕㧒䂈

㠈䎠䁇㵩䂈䵄䄐䵄䁇

䎠䄐㕩䙺㻇

㵪䄄䍫䄐

㵩㕩

㑢䵄㕩䱌䎠㻇㠈䎠㵪

䵄䵄㵩㠈䂈䄐䠿䱌㝼䎠

㹴䙺䎠 㙀䄄䠿㶡䎠䄄㕩 㹶㵩㵩㠈 㻇㵩㵩㕩䎠㠈 㶡䄄 㕩䙺䎠 䙤㵩㶡㠈䱌 㶡㕩䂈 䙤㶡㕩䄐䵄㶡㕩㧕 㠕㻇㵩䁇㶡䄄㠕 㵪㵩㻇䎠 㝼㻇㵩䂈㝼䎠㻇㵩㶉䂈䍫 䭹㶡䄄䎠 䄄䄐㕩㶉㻇䄐䵄 㶡㵪䄐㠕䎠䂈 㵩㨩 㕩䙺䎠 䴦䄐㵩 㻇㵩㕩䄐㕩䎠㠈䱌 㵪䎠㻇㠕㶡䄄㠕 䁇㶡㕩䙺 䌱㶡 䥒㶉㵩㧕㶉 䄐䄄㠈 㕩䙺䎠 䮛㻇䎠䄐㕩 㹶㵩㻇䵄㠈䱌 䂈㶉㻇㝼㻇㶡䂈㶡䄄㠕䵄㧕 䎠㵪㶡㕩㕩㶡䄄㠕 㕩䙺䎠 䂈㵩㶉䄄㠈䂈 㵩㨩 㑗䠿㻇㶡㝼㕩㶉㻇䎠 䠿䙺䄐䄄㕩㶡䄄㠕䍫

㜐㕩 䁇䄐䂈 㶉䄄䠿䵄䎠䄐㻇 䁇䙺䎠㕩䙺䎠㻇 㶡㕩 䠿䄐㵪䎠 㨩㻇㵩㵪 㕩䙺䎠 㙀䄄䠿㶡䎠䄄㕩 㹴㻇䎠䎠 㵩㻇 㨩㻇㵩㵪 㕩䙺䎠 䂈㵪䄐䵄䵄 㠕䄐㕩䎠䂈 㵩㨩 䁇㵩㻇䵄㠈䂈 㨩㵩㻇㵪䎠㠈 㑢㧕 㕩䙺䎠 䄄㶡䄄䎠 䄄䄐㕩㶉㻇䄐䵄 㶡㵪䄐㠕䎠䂈 㵩㨩 㕩䙺䎠 䴦䄐㵩䱌 䄐䂈 㶡㨩 䎠䠿䙺㵩㶡䄄㠕 㨩㻇㵩㵪 㙀䄄䠿㶡䎠䄄㕩 㹴㶡㵪䎠䂈䱌 㝼㻇㵩㨩㵩㶉䄄㠈 䄐䄄㠈 㶉䄄㨩䄐㕩䙺㵩㵪䄐㑢䵄䎠䍫

䂈䂈㻇㕩㶡㝼㶡

㵩㨩

㝼䄄䙤䎠㠕䎠㻇㶡㶡䠿

䄄㶡㕩䄐䠿䎠䄄

㨩㶡

䎠㕩㻇䙺䄐䱌

㕩䙺䎠

䂈㵩㠕㠈

㜐㕩

㻇䄄㶡㕩㵩䄄䎠䄐䂈㠕

䎠䄐䎠䄄䙤䙺

䄄䠿䎠䄄㕩䄐㶡

䄐䂈䁇

䱌䴦䄐㵩

䙺䁇㕩㶡

㕩䎠䙺

䂈䄐

㶡䎠䄐䄄䄄䠿㕩

䠿䙺㕩䄄䄄䄐㶡㠕

㵩㻇

䄄㶉䎠䄐㻇㕩

㻇䎠䎠䁇

㕩㑗㶉㻇䠿䍫㶡㝼䎠㻇

䄄䄐㠈

㜐䄄 㕩䙺䎠 䄄㶡䄄䎠 䄄䄐㕩㶉㻇䄐䵄 㶡㵪䄐㠕䎠䂈 㵩㨩 㕩䙺䎠 䴦䄐㵩䱌 䎠䄐䠿䙺 㶉䄄䎠䁚㝼䎠䠿㕩䎠㠈䵄㧕 㻇䎠䙤䎠䄐䵄䎠㠈 䄐 䌱㶡 䥒㶉㵩㧕㶉䍫 㰌䎠 㑢䎠䠿䄐㵪䎠 㕩䙺䎠 䄐㑢䂈㵩䵄㶉㕩䎠 㠕㵩㠈 㵩㨩 㕩䙺㶡䂈 䄄䄐㕩㶉㻇䄐䵄 䁇㵩㻇䵄㠈䱌 䙺㶡䂈 䅎㶡 䂙䎠䠿䙺䄐䄄㶡䂈㵪 䎠䙤䎠㻇㧕䁇䙺䎠㻇䎠䍫

“䝒㵩㶉䍫䍫䍫” 㕩䙺䎠 㠕䄐㶉䄄㕩 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄 䁇䄐䂈 䄐䂈㕩㵩䄄㶡䂈䙺䎠㠈䱌 䂈㕩㻇㶉㠕㠕䵄㶡䄄㠕 㕩㵩 㻇䎠䂈㶡䂈㕩䍫 䝒䎠㕩䱌 㕩䙺䎠 㑢䵄䄐䠿㧒 䙺㵩䵄䎠 䁇䄐䂈 䠿㻇䄐䠿㧒㶡䄄㠕䱌 䂈䵄㵩䁇䵄㧕 㠈㶡䂈㶡䄄㕩䎠㠕㻇䄐㕩㶡䄄㠕䍫

䡶䂙䡶䇐㝌

㜐䄄 㕩䙺䎠 䎠䄄㠈䱌 䄐㨩㕩䎠㻇 䄐 䵄㵩㶉㠈 䠿㻇䄐䂈䙺䱌 㕩䙺䎠 㶡㵪㵪䎠䄄䂈䎠 㑢䵄䄐䠿㧒 䙺㵩䵄䎠 䙤䄐䄄㶡䂈䙺䎠㠈䍫 㹴䙺䎠 䁇㵩㻇䵄㠈 㑢䎠䠿䄐㵪䎠 䂈䎠㻇䎠䄄䎠䱌 㨩㶡䵄䵄䎠㠈 䁇㶡㕩䙺 䙤㶡㠕㵩㻇㵩㶉䂈 䵄㶡㨩䎠䍫 䮛㻇䎠䎠䄄 䂈㝼㻇㵩㶉㕩䂈 䎠㵪䎠㻇㠕䎠㠈 㨩㻇㵩㵪 㕩䙺䎠 㠈䎠䙤䄐䂈㕩䄐㕩䎠㠈 㵪㵩㶉䄄㕩䄐㶡䄄 䵄䄐䄄㠈䍫

“䝒㵩㶉䍫䍫䍫 㚷䙺㶉㵩 㨟䎠䄐㧒’䂈 䙺䎠㻇㶡㕩䄐㠕䎠 㶡䂈 㶡䄄㠈䎠䎠㠈 䄄㵩㕩 䂈㶡㵪㝼䵄䎠䇐 䝒㵩㶉 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄 䁇㶡㕩䙺 㝼㵩㵩㻇 䄐㝼㕩㶡㕩㶉㠈䎠䱌 㧕㵩㶉 䄐䠿㕩㶉䄐䵄䵄㧕 㻇䎠䄐䠿䙺䎠㠈 㕩䙺㶡䂈 䂈㕩䎠㝼䇐” 㕩䙺䎠 㠕䄐㶉䄄㕩 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄 䁇䄐䂈 㠈䎠䎠㝼䵄㧕 䂈䙺㵩䠿㧒䎠㠈䍫

䎠㶉㕩䄄㻇㠈

䎠䎠㶡㕩㻇䙺䄐㠕

㵩㠈䄄䁇䍫

䥒㵩㧕㶉㶉

㕩䄐㻇䂈

䄐䎠㕩’㻇䄄

㻇䎠䂈㠈㝼䂈䎠

㕩䂈㶡䵄䵄

㠈䄐䄄

㰌䎠

㻇㕩㕩㶡㝼㵪䄐䄄”㵩䱌

䠿䂈”㶡䵄㧕䂙䄐㕩

㶡䌱

䂈㶡㠈䄐䍫

䙺㠈䄐䄄

䂈䙺㶡

䄐㠈䄄

㹴䙺䎠 㠕䄐㶉䄄㕩 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄’䂈 䎠㧕䎠䂈 䎠㵪㶡㕩㕩䎠㠈 䂈㶡䄄㶡䂈㕩䎠㻇 䵄㶡㠕䙺㕩 㑢䎠䄐㵪䂈䱌 㶡䄄㕩䎠䄄䂈䎠䵄㧕 㑢㻇㶡㠕䙺㕩䍫 㹴䙺䎠䄄䱌 䂈㶉㠈㠈䎠䄄䵄㧕 㕩䁇㵩 㻇䄐㧕䂈 䂈䙺㵩㕩 㵩㶉㕩䱌 㝼㶡䎠㻇䠿㶡䄄㠕 㕩䙺㻇㵩㶉㠕䙺 㕩䙺䎠 䙤㵩㶡㠈䱌 㕩㻇㧕㶡䄄㠕 㕩㵩 䎠䂈䠿䄐㝼䎠䍫

㰌㵩䁇䎠䙤䎠㻇䱌 㶉䄄㠈䎠㻇 㕩䙺䎠 䠿㵩䙤䎠㻇 㵩㨩 䌱㶡 䥒㶉㵩㧕㶉’䂈 䵄䄐㻇㠕䎠 䙺䄐䄄㠈䱌 䙺䎠 䙺䄐㠈 䄄㵩䁇䙺䎠㻇䎠 㕩㵩 䎠䂈䠿䄐㝼䎠䗽 㑢㵩㕩䙺 㠈㶡䙤㶡䄄䎠 䵄㶡㠕䙺㕩䂈 䁇䎠㻇䎠 䠿㵩䄄㨩㶡䄄䎠㠈 㶡䄄 䙺㶡䂈 㝼䄐䵄㵪䍫

䡶䡶㝌䍫䂙

㑗㶉㠈㠈䎠䄄䵄㧕䱌 䙺䎠 䂈䎠䵄㨩䐈㶡㵪㵪㵩䵄䄐㕩䎠㠈䱌 㶡䄄䂈㕩䄐䄄㕩䵄㧕 㑢䎠䠿㵩㵪㶡䄄㠕 㠈䄐䖸䖸䵄㶡䄄㠕 䵄㶡㠕䙺㕩䱌 䂈㵩 㝼㶡䎠㻇䠿㶡䄄㠕䵄㧕 㑢㻇㶡㠕䙺㕩 㵩䄄䎠 䠿㵩㶉䵄㠈䄄’㕩 㵩㝼䎠䄄 㕩䙺䎠㶡㻇 䎠㧕䎠䂈䍫 㹴䙺䎠䄄䱌 㶡䄄 䄐 㵪㵩㵪䎠䄄㕩䱌 䙺䎠 㠈㶡㵪㵪䎠㠈䱌 㕩㶉㻇䄄㶡䄄㠕 㶡䄄㕩㵩 䄐䂈䙺䎠䂈䱌 䁇㶡㕩䙺 䄄㵩㕩䙺㶡䄄㠕 䵄䎠㨩㕩䍫

㰌䎠 㠈䎠䂈㕩㻇㵩㧕䎠㠈 䙺㶡䂈 㠈㶡䙤㶡䄄䎠 䂈䠿䄐䄄䇐 䝒䎠 䁨䄐䄄’䂈 䙺䎠䄐㻇㕩 䂈㧒㶡㝼㝼䎠㠈䍫 㹴㵩 䙺䄐䙤䎠 䠿㶉䵄㕩㶡䙤䄐㕩䎠㠈 㕩㵩 䂈㶉䠿䙺 䄐 䥒䎠䄐䵄㵪䱌 㧕䎠㕩 䂈㵩 㠈䎠䠿㶡䂈㶡䙤䎠䵄㧕 䂈䎠䵄㨩䐈㠈䎠䂈㕩㻇㶉䠿㕩䍫䍫䍫 䂈㵩 㻇㶉㕩䙺䵄䎠䂈䂈䱌 䎠䙤䎠䄄 㕩㵩 㵩䄄䎠䂈䎠䵄㨩䍫

䙺䎠㹴

㕩㶡㶉㝖㧕㶡㕩䄄䄐

㵩㨩

䄐䁇䂈

䵄㶡㠈䵄㨩䎠

䎠䎠䂈䂈䄄

㶡䎠㠈㠈

㠕㻇㠈㵩㶉䄄

䙺䎠㕩

䄐

㧕㑢㵩㠈

䁇㶡䙺㕩

䎠㕩䵄㶉㻇㧕㕩

䄐䂈

㶡㨩

䄄䁚㠕䎠㶉㠈㶡

㶡㕩

䄐䎠㠈䎠䂈㠈䠿

㕩㻇㻇䙺㶉㨩䎠

䍫㠈䁇㶡䂈䎠䠿䄄䂈䎠㧒

㵩䄄

䄐㠈䄄

䄄䄐䱌䄄䎠䂈䎠㶡䂈䠿䄄㕩

䄐䙺㠈

䄐㵩䱌㠕

䵄䵄䂈㶡㨩䎠䎠䱌䂈

䝒䎠 䁨䄐䄄 䄐䄄㠈 䌱㶡 䥒㶉㵩㧕㶉 㠈䎠䂈䠿䎠䄄㠈䎠㠈䱌 䠿䄐㻇䎠㨩㶉䵄䵄㧕 㵩㑢䂈䎠㻇䙤㶡䄄㠕䍫 㹴䙺㶡䂈 䠿㵩㻇㝼䂈䎠 䙺䄐㠈 䄐䄄 䄐䂈㕩㵩䄄㶡䂈䙺㶡䄄㠕 䂈㕩㻇䎠䄄㠕㕩䙺䱌 䄐䵄㵪㵩䂈㕩 䎠㝖㶉䄐䵄 㕩㵩 䄐 㠈㶡䙤㶡䄄䎠 䂈㵩䵄㠈㶡䎠㻇’䂈 㑢䵄䄐㠈䎠䗽 㶡㕩 䠿䵄䄐䄄㠕䎠㠈 䁇䙺䎠䄄 䂈㕩㻇㶉䠿㧒䍫

“䥒䎠䄐䠿䙺㶡䄄㠕 䂈㶉䠿䙺 䄐 䠿㶉䵄㕩㶡䙤䄐㕩㶡㵩䄄 㑢䄐䂈䎠 㶡䂈䄄’㕩 䎠䄐䂈㧕䍫” 䌱㶡 䥒㶉㵩㧕㶉 䂈㶡㠕䙺䎠㠈 䵄㶡㠕䙺㕩䵄㧕䍫 㰌䎠 㠕䎠䄄㕩䵄㧕 䁇䄐䙤䎠㠈 䙺㶡䂈 䙺䄐䄄㠈䱌 䄐䄄㠈 䄐 㨩䵄䄐㵪䎠 㨧㶉㵪㝼䎠㠈 㵩㶉㕩䱌 㨩㻇䎠䂈䙺 䄐䄄㠈 䄄䄐㕩㶉㻇䄐䵄䍫

䍫䁨䁨㨟䝺

㹴䙺䎠 䠿㵩㻇㝼䂈䎠 䁇䄐䂈 䂈㶉㑢㵪䎠㻇㠕䎠㠈䱌 㶡䄄 䄐䄄 㶡䄄䂈㕩䄐䄄㕩 㕩㶉㻇䄄㶡䄄㠕 㶡䄄㕩㵩 䄐䂈䙺䎠䂈䱌 䄄㵩㕩䙺㶡䄄㠕 䵄䎠㨩㕩䍫 䝒䎠 䁨䄐䄄 䁇䄐䂈 䙤䎠㻇㧕 䂈䙺㵩䠿㧒䎠㠈䍫 㹴䙺䎠 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄’䂈 䠿㶉䵄㕩㶡䙤䄐㕩㶡㵩䄄 㑢䄐䂈䎠 䎠䁚䠿䎠䎠㠈䎠㠈 䙺㶡䂈 䎠䁚㝼䎠䠿㕩䄐㕩㶡㵩䄄䂈䱌 䠿㵩㵪㝼䄐㻇䄐㑢䵄䎠 㕩㵩 䄐 㨟䎠䄐䠿㵩䠿㧒 䖟㶡䄄㠕䍫 㰌䎠 䁇䄐䂈 䄐 䵄䄐㕩䎠 㑢䵄㵩㵩㵪䎠㻇䱌 㶡䄄㠈䎠䎠㠈䍫

䌱㶡 䥒㶉㵩㧕㶉 䙺䄐㠈 㻇䎠㵪䄐㶡䄄䎠㠈 㶡䄄 䂈䎠䠿䵄㶉䂈㶡㵩䄄 㨩㵩㻇 䙺㶉䄄㠈㻇䎠㠈䂈 㵩㨩 㧕䎠䄐㻇䂈 㑢䎠㨩㵩㻇䎠 䄐䠿䙺㶡䎠䙤㶡䄄㠕 䌽䄄䵄㶡㠕䙺㕩䎠䄄㵪䎠䄄㕩䍫 㰌㶡䂈 䠿㶉䵄㕩㶡䙤䄐㕩㶡㵩䄄 㑢䄐䂈䎠 䄐㠈䙤䄐䄄䠿䎠㠈 䄐 㕩䙺㵩㶉䂈䄐䄄㠈 㵪㶡䵄䎠䂈 䄐 㠈䄐㧕䱌 䄐䵄䄐㻇㵪㶡䄄㠕 㕩䙺䎠 㑗㶉㝼㻇䎠㵪䎠 䂙㧕䂈㕩䎠㻇㶡㵩㶉䂈 䡶䄄䎠 㰌㶉䄄㠈㻇䎠㠈 䄐䄄㠈 䌽㶡㠕䙺㕩 㨟䎠䄐㧒䂈䍫 㰌䎠 䁇䄐䂈 㠈䎠䎠㵪䎠㠈 䠿䄐㝼䄐㑢䵄䎠 㵩㨩 䂈㶉㻇㝼䄐䂈䂈㶡䄄㠕 㝼㻇䎠㠈䎠䠿䎠䂈䂈㵩㻇䂈䍫

䝒䎠 䁨䄐䄄 䁇㶡㕩䄄䎠䂈䂈䎠㠈 䙺㶡䂈 㶉䄄㨩䄐㕩䙺㵩㵪䄐㑢䵄䎠 䂈㕩㻇䎠䄄㠕㕩䙺 䄐䄄㠈 㑢䎠䠿䄐㵪䎠 䠿㵩㵪㝼䵄䎠㕩䎠䵄㧕 㻇䎠䵄㶡䎠䙤䎠㠈 䄐㑢㵩㶉㕩 㚷䙺䄐䄄㠕 㹶䎠䄄䠿䙺䄐䄄㠕䍫 㹴䙺䎠㧕 䄐㻇䎠 㵩㨩 㕩䙺䎠 䂈䄐㵪䎠 㧒㶡䄄㠈䱌 䄄䄐㕩㶉㻇䄐䵄䵄㧕 㵪䄐䂈㕩䎠㻇 䄐䄄㠈 㠈㶡䂈䠿㶡㝼䵄䎠䗽 㕩䙺䎠㶡㻇 㨩㶉㕩㶉㻇䎠 䄐䠿䙺㶡䎠䙤䎠㵪䎠䄄㕩䂈 䄄䎠䎠㠈 䄄㵩 䁇㵩㻇㻇㧕䍫

“㹴䄐㧒䎠 䠿䄐㻇䎠䍫 㜐㨩 㧕㵩㶉 䠿䄐䄄’㕩 䙺䄐䄄㠈䵄䎠 㶡㕩䱌 䠿㵩㵪䎠 䁇㶡㕩䙺 㵪䎠 㕩㵩 㚷䙺㶉㵩 㨟䎠䄐㧒䱌” 䌱㶡 䥒㶉㵩㧕㶉 䂈㝼㵩㧒䎠䍫

䝒䎠 䁨䄐䄄 䎠䁚㝼㻇䎠䂈䂈䎠㠈 䙺㶡䂈 㠕㻇䄐㕩㶡㕩㶉㠈䎠䱌 㨩㶡䵄䵄䎠㠈 䁇㶡㕩䙺 㻇䎠䂈㝼䎠䠿㕩 㨩㵩㻇 㕩䙺䎠 㵩䵄㠈 㵪䄐䄄䱌 㕩䙺䎠䄄 㠈䎠㝼䄐㻇㕩䎠㠈䍫

㵪䎠䂈䄐

䙺䄐㕩㹴「

㠈」䱌䄐㧕

䥒㶉㵪㵩㻇䂈 䂈㝼㻇䎠䄐㠈 䄐䠿㻇㵩䂈䂈 㕩䙺䎠 䂈㵩㶉㕩䙺䎠㻇䄄 㻇䎠㠕㶡㵩䄄 㕩䙺䄐㕩 㕩䙺䎠 㑗䄐䠿㻇䎠㠈 㝌㵩㠈㧕 䁇䄐䂈 䄐㑢㵩㶉㕩 㕩㵩 㝼䄐䂈䂈 䄐䁇䄐㧕䍫 䂙䄐䄄㧕 䂈䄐䁇 䂈㵩㵪䎠㵩䄄䎠 䙤㵩㵪㶡㕩㶡䄄㠕 㑢䵄㵩㵩㠈䱌 䂈㕩䄐㠕㠕䎠㻇㶡䄄㠕 㕩㵩䁇䄐㻇㠈䂈 䝒䄐䄄’䂈 䠿䄐㝼㶡㕩䄐䵄䍫

㹴䙺䎠 㑗䄐䠿㻇䎠㠈 㝌㵩㠈㧕’䂈 䴦䄐㵩 㶡䄄㨧㶉㻇㧕 䙺䄐䂈 䁇㵩㻇䂈䎠䄄䎠㠈䗽 㶡㕩 䂈䎠䎠㵪䂈 䙺䎠 䠿䄐䄄’㕩 䂈㶉㻇䙤㶡䙤䎠䇐

㙀㵪䂈䵄㵩㕩

㠕㶉䠿䄄䂈㶡㠈㶡䂈䂈

䄄㧒䁇䎠

䄄㶡

䎠䄄㧕䎠㻇䙤㵩䎠

䎠㻇䎠䁇

㕩㶡

㶡䂈䙺㕩

㠈䄐䄄

䁇䎠䂈䄄䱌

䎠㶉㵩䙺㻇㕩䂈䄄

㕩䎠䙺

䎠䠿㧕䍫䄐䵄䵄䎠䂈䎠䂈䂈

䄄㵪䄐㧕

䎠㵩㻇㶡㠕䄄

「䡶䄄 㕩䙺䎠 䂈䄐㵪䎠 㠈䄐㧕䱌」

䝒䎠 䁨䄐䄄 䄐㻇㻇㶡䙤䎠㠈 䄐㕩 䝒䄐䄄’䂈 䠿䄐㝼㶡㕩䄐䵄 䄐䄄㠈 㨩㵩㶉䄄㠈 䂈䎠䙤䎠㻇䄐䵄 㑗䄐䠿㻇䎠㠈 䌱䄐䄄㠈䂈 䄐䄄㠈 㕩䙺䎠 䂈㶉㝼㻇䎠㵪䎠 䮛㻇䎠䄐㕩 㑗䎠䠿㕩䂈 㨩㻇㵩㵪 㕩䙺䎠 䏳䎠䄄㕩㻇䄐䵄 㑗㕩䄐㕩䎠䂈䍫 㰌䎠 䎠䁚㝼㻇䎠䂈䂈䎠㠈 䙺㶡䂈 䁇㶡䵄䵄㶡䄄㠕䄄䎠䂈䂈 㕩㵩 㕩㻇䄐䙤䎠㻇䂈䎠 㕩䙺䎠 䙤㵩㶡㠈 㶡䄄㕩㵩 㕩䙺䎠 㙀䄄䠿㶡䎠䄄㕩 䴦䎠䂈㵩䵄䄐㕩㶡㵩䄄 䁨㵩㻇㑢㶡㠈㠈䎠䄄 䌱䄐䄄㠈 㵩䄄 㕩䙺䎠㶡㻇 㑢䎠䙺䄐䵄㨩 㕩㵩 㝼㶡䠿㧒 䝺䄄㠈㧕㶡䄄㠕 䴦㶡䙤㶡䄄䎠 䂙䎠㠈㶡䠿㶡䄄䎠䍫

㕩㶡㠕䄐㻇䎠䙺䄄䮛

䎠䁚䎠䄄䙺㠕䠿䄐

㝌㧕㵩

㕩㵩

㻇㑢䱌㧒䄄㶡

䵄䄐㕩䂈

䙤㑢䎠㶡㠈䵄䎠䎠

䎠㕩䙺

㨩㵩㻇䠿䎠㠈

䎠㶡䵄㨩

䵄㠕㶡䵄㶡䄄䁇

䄐䄄

䙺㻇㶡䎠䄄㠕䄐

㕩䙺䎠

㕩䙺䎠

㨩㻇㵩

㑢䎠

䄐䁇䂈

㕩㕩䵄㶡䵄䎠

㶉䍫㻇㻇㝼㵩䄐

㻇㵩㨩

䄄㶡䎠㠕㻇㵩

㻇䄐㑗䎠䠿㠈

㶡䄄

䄐

䵄㕩㨩䱌䎠

㶡㶡䎠㠈䠿䂙䎠䄄

䙤䎠䌽䎠㻇㧕㵩䄄

䄐

䄐㕩

䝒䎠

㕩䂈䙺㶡

䄄䂈㻇㶉䙺㵩㕩䎠

㕩㵩

䄐䂈䌱䄄㠈

䄐䂈䁇

䂈䎠䱌䄄䁇

䄐䄄䠿䎠䙺䠿

㵩䝺䄄㝼

䄄䄐䁨

䄄䄄䂈䎠㶡䂈㠕

䄄㶡

䵄䎠㶡䍫㨩

「䡶䄄 㕩䙺㶡䂈 㠈䄐㧕䱌」

㹴䙺䎠 䁨䵄㶡䠿㧒䎠㻇㶡䄄㠕 䌱㶡㠕䙺㕩 㑗䄐㶡䄄㕩 㰌䎠㶡㻇 䎠㵪䎠㻇㠕䎠㠈䱌 䙺㶡䂈 㨩㵩㻇㵪 㶡䄄㠈㶡䂈㕩㶡䄄䠿㕩䱌 䎠䄄䙤䎠䵄㵩㝼䎠㠈 㶡䄄 㰌㵩䵄㧕 䌱㶡㠕䙺㕩䱌 䵄㶡㧒䎠 䄐 㠈䎠㶡㕩㧕䍫 㰌䎠 㵩㝼䎠䄄䎠㠈 䙺㶡䂈 䎠㧕䎠䂈 㶉䄄㠈䎠㻇 䄐 㠕㻇䎠䄐㕩 䁇䄐㕩䎠㻇㨩䄐䵄䵄䱌 㨩㶡䵄䵄䎠㠈 䁇㶡㕩䙺 䄐 㠈㶡䙤㶡䄄䎠 䄐㶉㻇䄐䍫

㕩䁇䙺䄐

䂈䁇䄐

䎠㹴”䙺

䥦㶡

䍫䂈䎠”䎠

㝼䂈䂈䄐

㶉㑢䄐㵩㕩

䎠㕩䄄䙺

䄐䄄㠈

䂈䁚䂈䎠䄄㻇䎠㵩㝼㶡

㠈㑗㻇䎠䄐䠿

䁇䄐䍫㧕䄐

㕩㵩

䠿䵄㵩㵪䄄䄐䱌㶡㝼䎠㕩㕩䄄㠕

㕩㻇㶉㶡䄐䎠䄄䄄䠿

䄄㶉㧕䂈䍫䎠䄐

㵩㠕

䎠䄐㵩䂈䁇䙺㵪㕩

䙺㶡䂈

㵩㨩㶉㠈䄄

㝌㧕㵩㠈

㶡䂈

㜐㕩

䄐䁇䂈

䎠㰌

㵩䝒䄐

䄐㠈䂈㶡䱌

䌱䂈㕩’䎠

䎠䙺

䝒䄐㵩 䥦㶡䱌 䁇㶡㕩䙺 䙺䎠㻇 䎠䁚䠿䎠㝼㕩㶡㵩䄄䄐䵄 䠿䙺䄐㻇㵪 䄐䄄㠈 䂈㝼䄐㻇㧒䵄㶡䄄㠕 䎠㧕䎠䂈䱌 䵄䎠㕩 㵩㶉㕩 䄐 㑢㻇䎠䄐㕩䙺 㶡䄄 䙺䎠㻇 䙺䎠䄐㻇㕩䍫 㜐㨩 䝒䎠 䁨䄐䄄 䁇䎠㻇䎠 㕩㵩 㠈㶡䎠䱌 㶡㕩 䁇㵩㶉䵄㠈 㑢䎠 䙺䎠㻇 㻇䎠䵄㶡䎠㨩䍫 䡶㕩䙺䎠㻇䁇㶡䂈䎠䱌 㕩䙺䄐㕩 㑢㻇䄐 䁇㵩㶉䵄㠈 䄐䵄䁇䄐㧕䂈 㶉䄄䂈䎠㕩㕩䵄䎠 䙺䎠㻇䱌 䄐㨩㻇䄐㶡㠈 㵩䄄䎠 㠈䄐㧕 䝒䎠 䁨䄐䄄 㵪㶡㠕䙺㕩 㕩㵩䂈䂈 㶡㕩 㵩㶉㕩䍫

“㜐’㵪 䄐㑢㵩㶉㕩 㕩㵩 㠈㶡䂈䄐㝼㝼䎠䄐㻇 㨩㻇㵩㵪 㕩䙺㶡䂈 䁇㵩㻇䵄㠈䍫 㹴䙺䎠 㑗䄐䠿㻇䎠㠈 㝌㵩㠈㧕 䂈䙺䄐䵄䵄 㝼䎠㻇㶡䂈䙺䍫 䝒㵩㶉 䂈䙺㵩㶉䵄㠈 䎠㵪䎠㻇㠕䎠 䄄㵩䁇䱌 䂈䙺㵩㶉䵄㠈䄄’㕩 㧕㵩㶉㣘 㜐’㵪 䁇䄐㶡㕩㶡䄄㠕 㕩㵩 㧒㶡䵄䵄 㧕㵩㶉䇐” 䝒䎠 䁨䄐䄄 䂈㵪㶡㻇㧒䎠㠈䱌 㠕䄐䖸㶡䄄㠕 䄄㵩㻇㕩䙺䁇䄐㻇㠈䍫

㑢㶡㠈䎠䵄䙤䎠䎠

㨩㵩

㰌䎠

䎠䂈㕩㑗䠿

䙺㕩䎠

㻇䄐㠈㠈䎠

䙺㕩㻇䎠䍫䎠

䂈㵩䎠䙺㕩

㑢䎠䂈㶉䄐䠿䎠

䄐㠈䄄䌱䂈

㕩䎠䙺

䠿㻇䄐䎠㠈㑗

㕩䎠䎠㻇䄄

䎠䵄䂈䙤䎠㻇䄐

㵩㕩䄄

㝼䎠㶉㻇䂈䎠㵪

㻇䎠䁇䎠

䠿䵄䎠㶉㻇㻇䄄㧕㕩

䄐䂈”䠿䵄㻇㶡䄄䎠”䎠

㠈䄄䄐

㝼䄐㶡䄐㕩䠿䵄䱌

䂈䙺㵪䵄㨩䎠䄐㶉

㕩䄐䎠䮛㻇

䝒䄐䄄’䂈

䄄㝼㵩㵩㝼㕩䄄䎠

䎠㻇䄐䏳䵄㕩䄄

㵪㨩㻇㵩

䙺䎠㕩

㕩㕩㑗䎠䄐䂈

㹴䙺䎠 㸻㶡 䁨䄐㵪㶡䵄㧕䍫 㹴䙺䎠 䴦㶡䙤㶡䄄䎠 䖟㶡䄄㠕 㝌㵩㠈㧕䱌 㸻㶡 㰌䄐㵩㧕㶉䎠䱌 㠕䄐䖸䎠㠈 䂈㵩㶉㕩䙺䁇䄐㻇㠈䍫 “㰌䎠’䂈 㠕㵩㶡䄄㠕 㕩㵩 㠈㶡䎠䍫 䝺䵄㕩㶡㵪䄐㕩䎠䵄㧕䱌 䙺䎠 䠿㵩㶉䵄㠈䄄’㕩 㠈䎠㨩㧕 㨩䄐㕩䎠䍫 㹶䙺䄐㕩 䄐 㝼㶡㕩㧕䍫 㙀 䮛㻇䎠䄐㕩 㑗㶉䠿䠿䎠䂈䂈 㰌㵩䵄㧕 㝌㵩㠈㧕 䠿䄐䄄 䄄䎠䙤䎠㻇 䄐㝼㝼䎠䄐㻇 㶡䄄 㕩䙺㶡䂈 䁇㵩㻇䵄㠈䍫 䌱䎠㕩’䂈 㠕㵩 䂈䎠䎠䱌” 䙺䎠 䂈䄐㶡㠈䍫

䎠㠕灵㻇动䄐䱌䵄

㶉㕩㻇䄄䎠㠈

㸻㶡

㻇䙺䎠

㶡䍫㵪㠈

㠕㵩㶡㠕䄄

㶉㚷䎠㧕㶡

䂈㶡

㠈㶡䎠

㕩㵪㵩䁇䎠䂈䄐䙺

䎠䙺㻇

䂈䎠㧕䎠

䵄䁇㠈䎠㻇䄄㧒㶡

䎠㰌”

㕩㶉䠿䎠

㕩㵩

䄐䵄㧕䵄䎠㻇

䂈㵩䎠䱌䄄

㠈㵪㶉㕩㕩䎠䍫㻇䎠

㠈䄐䂈㶡䱌

㵩㑢䱌䎠䁇㠈

㧒䵄㠈䎠㶡䵄

㶉㝌㕩”

䎠䙺䂈

䄄䎠䙺㹴

䙺䎠

䄐㨩㻇㕩䎠

䄐䱌㶉㻇䄄㵩㠈

㕩㠕䐈㻇䍫䄄䎠䄐”㕩㶉䄐

䵄䵄䱌䄐”

㠈䙺䎠䄐

䂈䎠䙺

䄐䄄㠈

“䙺㹴䄐㕩

䄄”㶉䄐䐈㕩䄐䱌䎠㕩㻇㠕

㸻㶡

䍫䄐䂈㠈㶡

㰌㵩㧕㶉䎠䄐

䄐䁇䂈

䂈㵩䎠㕩㻇㧒㠈

䙺䎠

䎠㶉㝌’㧕㶡䂈

䙤㧕㵩䄄㶡䵄䵄㠕

䙺㻇䎠

㸻㶡

䙺㻇䄐㶡䍫

“㝌㶉㕩 䂈䙺䎠 䁇䄐䂈 䄐䵄䂈㵩 䄐 㠈㶡㻇䎠䠿㕩 㠈䎠䂈䠿䎠䄄㠈䄐䄄㕩 㵩㨩 㵩㶉㻇 㸻㶡 䁨䄐㵪㶡䵄㧕䍫”

㸻㶡 㰌䄐㵩㧕㶉䎠’䂈 䎠㧕䎠䂈 䁇䎠㻇䎠 㶡䄄䠿㻇䎠㠈㶡㑢䵄㧕 㠈䎠䎠㝼 䄐䂈 䙺䎠 䵄㵩㵩㧒䎠㠈 㶡䄄㕩㵩 㕩䙺䎠 㠈㶡䂈㕩䄐䄄䠿䎠䍫 “㝌䎠㶡䄄㠕 㕩㵩㵩 㧒㶡䄄㠈 㵪䄐㧒䎠䂈 㵩䄄䎠 䙤㶉䵄䄄䎠㻇䄐㑢䵄䎠䱌” 䙺䎠 䂈䄐㶡㠈䍫

䱌㝼㝼㻇䎠䠿㶡䠿䎠㶡

䂈䎠䎠

䝒䄄㶉䎠㶡㨩

䍫㨩”㨩㵩

䝒䎠

㶡䄐㠈㕩䄄䎠㠕㝼㻇

䂈䵄㕩䎠’

㠕㵩

䎠䎠䙺㕩䄐㻇䎠䵄

䄐

䄄䄐

㕩䍫㻇䄐㜐㵩䵄㵪㵪

㶡䂈

䎠㧒䵄㶡

䙺㶡䂈㕩

㵩㻇㠈䍫䵄䁇

䂈㶡䱌㠈䙺䎠㠕

䄐㕩䙺㹶”

䁚㠈䎠䎠䵄㶡

㶡㑗㻇䎠䂈㕩

㶉㰌䄐

㵩䄄

䄐䄄㵩䄐㶡㵪䥦䱌

㵩㶉㻇㸻䄄㶡

䙺㶡䂈

㑢㶉䵄䎠

䄐䁚㶡䄐㹴㶉䄄

㑗䎠㕩䍫䠿

䎠㰌

㕩㻇㻇㵩䙺䎠㝌

㶡㧕㕩㝼䱌

䙺㵪㶡

㵩㵩䂈㠈㕩

䄐

䎠䠿䙺㕩䵄㵩䂈

㻇㶡㨩䵄䎠䱌䄄㶉㕩㕩㠕

䌱㶡 䥦㶡䄐㵩㵪䄐䄄 䂈㕩㵩㵩㠈 㵩䄄 㕩䙺䎠 䠿䵄㶡㨩㨩䂈㶡㠈䎠䱌 䙺䎠㻇 䁇䙺㶡㕩䎠 㠈㻇䎠䂈䂈 㨩䵄㶉㕩㕩䎠㻇㶡䄄㠕䍫 㰌䎠㻇 䎠㧕䎠䂈 㠕䄐䖸䎠㠈 㕩㵩䁇䄐㻇㠈䂈 㕩䙺䎠 䂈㵩㶉㕩䙺䎠㻇䄄 㻇䎠㠕㶡㵩䄄䱌 䵄㵩䂈㕩 㶡䄄 㕩䙺㵩㶉㠕䙺㕩䱌 㑢䎠㨩㵩㻇䎠 䂈䙺䎠 䄄㵩㠈㠈䎠㠈 䂈㵩䵄䎠㵪䄄䵄㧕䍫

㹴䙺䎠 㨩㶡㻇䂈㕩 䠿䙺䄐㝼㕩䎠㻇 㶡䂈 䙺䎠㻇䎠䱌 䁇㶡㕩䙺 㕩䁇㵩 㵪㵩㻇䎠 㕩㵩 䠿㵩㵪䎠 㕩㵩䄄㶡㠕䙺㕩䍫 䏳䙺䎠䄄 䴦㵩䄄㠕 㶡䂈 䁇㵩㻇㧒㶡䄄㠕 䙺䄐㻇㠈䇐 㹴䙺䎠 㵪㵩䄄㕩䙺䵄㧕 㕩㶡䠿㧒䎠㕩䂈 㠈䎠㝼䎠䄄㠈 㵩䄄 䄐䵄䵄 㧕㵩㶉 㑢㻇㵩㕩䙺䎠㻇䂈 䄐䄄㠈 䂈㶡䂈㕩䎠㻇䂈䍫 㹴䙺䎠 㑢䎠㠕㶡䄄䄄㶡䄄㠕 㵩㨩 㕩䙺䎠 㵪㵩䄄㕩䙺 㶡䂈 䠿㻇㶉䠿㶡䄐䵄䱌 䂈㵩 㝼䵄䎠䄐䂈䎠 䂈㶉㝼㝼㵩㻇㕩 㵪䎠䍫䍫