Chapter 1010: Chapter 54: There Is No Path to Immortality in This World (16)
In fact, this round stone has a special name—the Dragon-Sealing Stone.
The world divides into Yin and Yang, where the myriad things of Heaven and Earth both nurture and counterbalance each other. Just as there is life that possesses the transformation of spirit vein into a dragon, there are also natural enemies for them… As for where the Dragon-Sealing Stone came from, even the ancient knowledge passed down by the Godly Land’s true dragons cannot trace its origins.
This Dragon-Sealing Stone was excavated from the Utmost North by Long Xiruo back then. It possesses the ability to suppress the life form of the spirit vein transforming into a dragon.
Of course, just this small piece would almost have negligible suppression on the Godly Land’s true dragons… Even though, at this moment, Long Xiruo can only use the Secret Treasure Orb to create a body that can exert strength to a certain extent.
Of course, the body created using the secret treasure is akin to a puppet powered by batteries—the source of the batteries being her own vital essence.
And because this was ultimately created through Gui Qianyi’s secret treasure, the body itself is extremely limited in acmodating the power of a true dragon. It utterly fails to exhibit the characteristics of a true dragon: as long as they stand on the Divine Land, they can remain undefeated, constantly receiving replenishment from the Divine Land.
However, of course, this replenishment is constant. Once the output exceeds replenishment, there will still be a brief period of weakness.
In his impression, Luo Pianqian hadn’t seen the image of Sister Long for some time… Perhaps being accustomed to the youthful appearance of Long Xiruo, when he suddenly saw this tall figure, Luo Pianqian felt a bit unaccustomed.
“I feel like the current Sister Long is more adorable… Ah!”
Thus, the lady with butterfly wings had her head firmly knocked… using the created simulated body.
The reason being… naturally because the hands of youthful Long Xiruo couldn’t reach.
“If you have nothing to do, then stay aside for me, reading is fine too, or even if you do nothing and just sit there accumulating fat on your chest, it’s okay!” Long Xiruo’s eyes were extraordinarily fierce, “Just don’t bother me!”
Luo Pianqian instantly widened his eyes, pursed his lips, and sat hugging his knees on the ground, body trembling.
Scary, scary.
“Really…” Long Xiruo grabbed her hair with a sigh.
After this, she quickly posed her emotions, focusing on controlling the created body, and walked towards the Dragon-Sealing Stone to start inspecting the engravings on it.
The created body always has a time limit, and if the release of power exceeds what this body can endure, the time limit would even reduce, and once that happens, Long Xiruo would need to shed blood again.
This shedding of blood is her vital essence, fundamentally inparable to the filth of the past menstruations… Long Xiruo suddenly shook her head, dispelling distractions, and began focusing on her work.
But her true body was also walking towards the inner part of the cave… Although the true body has lost power, the mental ability to multitask while maintaining efficiency is still achievable.
She suddenly felt a bit uneasy about Luo Qiu going in… It wasn’t out of concern for this guy’s danger, but worried about whether this guy might suddenly have some idea.
That kind of power that seems beyond the limits of rules, and thoughts that universal morality cannot restrain… Such a bination might be the most dangerous thing for this world, perhaps.
“You stay outside watching, if anything happens, just shout loudly.” Long Xiruo tossed down these words.
“Eh?”
…
During the advance, some dripping sounds of water could be heard.
After passing through the passage from the columns at the entrance of the Dragon-Sealing Stone cave, Luo Qiu could see numerous small water puddles in the longitudinal cave of the pond ground.
The water dripped from the stalactites overhead, seemingly seeping from the mountain body, accumulated over time, finally forming these small puddles.
Humid, eerily quiet, making one feel uneasy, only able to hear the repeating sound of water dripping from the stalactites… While here, there was no light source.
Although this place was used to close off ‘Wang,’ it was simultaneously so simple it sparked some surprise… It was nothing more than the typical interior of a cave.
There’s absolutely nothing… Luo Qiu quickly reached the end of the cave’s depths.
“Roughly two hundred years, I reckon.”
Suddenly, behind came the voice of Long Xiruo sounding youthful. Luo Qiu turned around, seeing Long Xiruo walking while taking a somewhat crumpled cigarette pack from her pocket, shaking it twice, she clenched a cigarette between her lips.
Due to the particular silence, the sound of the lighter’s flint scraping was also exceptionally distinct.
Although knowing early on this individual had a smoking habit, seeing her in the guise of a little girl performing such actions was somewhat strange.
Long Xiruo walked up to the rock wall at the end, exhaling a puff of smoke, “Due to an innate deficiency, it took about a hundred years to transform into a dragon. But without having properly experienced this world, I directly confined it here for two hundred years.”
Long Xiruo reached out and rubbed against the deep part of the rock wall.
Wiping off the stone wall’s dust revealed an unusually smooth surface… or rather, akin to polished crystal, albeit quite a dark hue.
Long Xiruo tapped on it, shook her head, and said, “At first, I thought it was too small, so I opened a somewhat passable subspace within this stone. But thinking back, it might just have been out of guilt. pensation or such, self-deception…”
Luo Qiu walked up to the stone wall, scrutinizing it.
Long Xiruo heaved a sigh, “At first, it was fine… if only I hadn’t left. But eventually, I did leave, returning only occasionally to take a look at it.”
“Left?”
Long Xiruo lifted her head, her eyes plicatedly looking at Luo Qiu, calmly stating: “A hundred years ago, I rediscovered another spirit vein with potential for dragon transformation and settled there permanently. Sadly, it never succeeded… consider it cut short.”
Luo Qiu was silent for a moment, then sincerely said, “It was the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.”
Long Xiruo hung her head.
“Give it back to me…”
Luo Qiu looked down at her.
Vaguely, there seemed a faint sound, perhaps just for a moment, like an illusion… The voice so helpless, fragile, even pleading… Is this the true heart of the true dragon?
“May I take a look inside?” Luo Qiu softly inquired.
Long Xiruo deeply inhaled, exhaled, then said, “It’s pointless, the space inside was destroyed by Wang since I left… In subsequent years, it probably could only linger in this outer cave area.”
Her expression was slightly bitter, “Even for me, spending one or two hundred years in such a place without relying on slumber would be unbearable… Each time I came to see it, it grew increasingly irritable.”
Her fist clenched forcefully.
Luo Qiu could vividly sense certain emotions surging from Long Xiruo’s heart.
He then placed his palm on the stone wall… but merely pressed lightly before withdrawing.
“Let’s leave, nothing much to see here.” Long Xiruo tossed the cigarette butt to the ground, stomped it out, and started walking directly towards the cave’s exit.
Luo Qiu shook his head, casually picking up the cigarette butt… But bending down, he noticed something.
“Hmm?”
Buried in the mud, with only a small corner exposed.
…
“Nothing happened, right?” Long Xiruo asked Luo Pianqian the first thing after ing out.
Because she was multitasking, focusing all her attention on restoring the Seal Dragon Stone’s engraving, she couldn’t pay much attention to external matters.
“Nope.” Luo Pianqian shook her head, then curiously came closer to Long Xiruo, her wide eyes staring at Long Xiruo’s face.
“What’s up?”
“Sister Long, what’s wrong with you?” Luo Pianqian reached out and touched Long Xiruo’s face, curiously asking, “Why are your eyes red… so painful!”
“So troublesome!”
Long Xiruo’s hand directly reached Luo Pianqian’s chest, and then grasped tightly… perhaps this was what they call the Dragon Claw Hand.
Luo Pianqian could only look innocent while hugging herself.
When Luo Qiu came out from behind, he saw Luo Pianqian’s rather weak appearance, “Did something happen?”
“No! Way! Hmph!”
The cold voice of the Godly Land’s true dragon came, then directly moved to her creation’s body to focus on it.
However, Luo Pianqian was indeed a good child. Seeing the boss confused, she mustered up the courage to e to his side, quietly saying, “Is Sister Long upset with me?”
“How do you say?” Luo Qiu asked curiously.
Luo Pianqian whispered even softer, “Otherwise, why would she grab my chest, and very hard…”
“Ha…”
Why tell me about such a thing?
But at this moment, Long Xiruo abruptly lifted her head… her creation’s body immediately followed the waterfall’s flow, rising from the sky!
…
After parting ways with Song Haoran, the mysterious figure wearing a bronze mask quickly arrived at a highland.
The sound of water could be heard… because not far ahead was a cliff, the starting point of the waterfall.
But it wasn’t just the mysterious figure here.
On the narrow creek, there was a long shadow—upon approaching, it was clear that the shadow floating above the river was in a semi-transparent state.
Undoubtedly, this was the form familiar and revered by the people of Hua Country, the Divine Dragon.
“Vision.”
The mysterious figure arrived at the riverside, causing the twenty-meter-long semi-transparent dragon shadow to move slightly. It twisted its head, looking at the masked mysterious figure.
The mysterious figure stood with hands behind his back, looking up at the magical creature in the heavens and earth, calmly saying, “I spent a great deal to open the Seal Dragon Stone’s seal not for you to create these anomalies here… if you do this, it will cause me a lot of trouble.”
“She’s ing.”
A voice directly appeared in the mysterious figure’s mind… Vision could municate with people through inspiration, without any language.
“She?” The mysterious figure pondered for a moment, then his fingers stretched out, beginning to calculate. After a while, he earnestly said, “The true dragon of the Godly Land?”
“She’s ing.” Vision’s voice echoed again in his mind, “I can feel it… she’s entered this mountainous region.”
The mysterious figure sighed, “Do you wish to see her?”
The huge dragon shadow before him suddenly coiled up, finally transforming into a stream of light, landing in front of the mysterious figure… emerging from the light was a child around ten years old.
With black hair, yet extremely long and falling to the ground, acpanied by exquisite features, looking pletely like a porcelain doll.
Wearing just a simple white robe.
Vision shook his head, “Once I see her, she’ll only make me go back, continue confining me with the Seal Dragon Stone. Since I’m already out, then I’ll…”
Vision didn’t finish his sentence, only looking thoughtfully at the river’s end.
“Regardless, I hope you abide by your promise, letting me borrow your power.” The mysterious figure said calmly, “You were one of the transformations from Soaring Dragon Vein, only through you can I municate with Divine Land’s Twelve Ancestor Dragons dragon vein.”
“She’s ing.” Vision suddenly said.
The mysterious figure abruptly raised his head, seeing at the river’s end, a golden light ascending to the sky, descending swiftly in front of him and Vision.
The creating body and Long Xiruo’s original body share the visual perception, also emitting True Dragon’s power waves—though this body had many differences from the genuine Godly Land’s true dragon, in others’ eyes, these differences were hardly perceivable.
‘Long Xiruo’ surveyed them, her expression somewhat stern, “So you’re the one who unlocked the engravings on the Seal Dragon Stone? Your method is quite impressive.”
The mysterious figure took a deep breath. In the past, he had heard about the tales of the Godly Land’s true dragon… standing at the pinnacle among all demons and the Taoism-cultivated field.
Nevertheless, when this true presence manifested before him, the immense pressure was far beyond the mysterious figure’s expectations.
“To receive Lord Long’s praise, it is indeed an honor.” The mysterious figure slightly opened his palm, calmly saying, “I will continue striving…”
His words were yet unfinished when ‘Long Xiruo’ already lifted her hand, flicking out a golden light from her palm.
The mysterious figure hurriedly clasped his hands together, hastily blocking ‘Long Xiruo’s’ attack… yet for this, he paid quite a significant price.
His clothes on both hands were exploded, moreover, his hands were blown to a bloody mess… his hands now hung weakly, trembling straightly.
“Worthy of being the strongest in Godly Land…” The mysterious figure’s voice was somewhat bitter, “I finally witnessed it.”
“I don’t care what purpose you have, what’s behind it, or for what reason you want to destroy the Seal Dragon Stone’s seal…” ‘Long Xiruo’ coldly said, “But I can clearly tell you, anyone who intends to touch Dragon Vein Power, I won’t spare! Even if you’re the follower of Clothed Daoist!”
“Destroying the engravings on the Seal Dragon Stone isn’t a simple matter. Such colossal calculation, without any error, to avoid triggering the defenses I set in the engraving… apart from Clothed Daoist, it’s really hard to find anyone else.” ‘Long Xiruo’ coldly snorted, “Am I right? Heart of Heaven… seventy-first generation!”
The mysterious figure was instantly silent. Meanwhile, his bronze mask shattered… ‘Long Xiruo’s’ strike not only severely damaged his hands; the aftermath directly shattered his bronze mask.
The mask fragmented, revealing a bloodless, pale face beneath, aged like the bark of an ancient tree!
蘆
虜
㪖㱎䮿䄶䢋
㺰䢋㴌㷴㱎…
䢋㓃䱗㫯䱐
擄
虜
䠓䢋䢋㐓䱐㖭㺰㤣
盧
虜
爐
㱎
老
盧
䢋䀟䣽㺰䄶㴌
䣽㡥㐓㤣㖭㦢㴌㱎
㦢䱐
䢋㖭㐓
㺰䣽㪖
䠓䣽㦢㴌㷴
䀟䢋䢋㦢㱎㱎䄶䀟㱎㺰
䠓㱎㴌
㗡䢋㺰㪖䣽㦢
㱎㿪㖭㐓
㱎䱐㡥㦢䣽䆻㴌㦢㖭
盧
㴌㐓㖭䱐
㖭㤣䢋㴌䱐䄶䄶㱎䢋㤣
‘䧴䣽㦢䡥 㾨䱐㺰㡥䣽’ 㪖㺰䣽䠓㦢䢋㤣 㴌㫯䱐䡥㐓㖭㫯㷴䱗 㫯䣽䣽㓃䱐㦢䡥 㱎㖭 㖭㐓䢋 㱎䀟䀟䢋㱎㺰㱎㦢䄶䢋 䣽㪖 ‘㿪䱐㱎㦢㤹䱐㦢 㓜䢋㽵䢋㦢㖭㷴䘩䡏䱐㺰㴌㖭 㻰䢋㦢䢋㺰㱎㖭䱐䣽㦢’䱗 “㿪㐓䢋 㐓䢋㱎㽵㷴 㱎㡥㺰㱎 䣽㪖 㤣䢋㱎㖭㐓 䣽㦢 㷴䣽㡥 䱐㴌 㖭㺰㡥㫯㷴 㡥㦢䀟㺰䢋䄶䢋㤣䢋㦢㖭䢋㤣… 䠓㐓㱎㖭 䢋㤹㱎䄶㖭㫯㷴 㤣䱐㤣 㷴䣽㡥 㤣䣽 㖭䣽 䆻㱎㓃䢋 㷴䣽㡥㺰㴌䢋㫯㪖 㺰䢋䆻㱎䱐㦢䫪”
“㿪㐓㱎㦢㓃 㷴䣽㡥 㪖䣽㺰 䧴䣽㺰㤣 䧴䣽㦢䡥’㴌 䄶䣽㦢䄶䢋㺰㦢䮿” ‘㿪䱐㱎㦢㤹䱐㦢 㓜䢋㽵䢋㦢㖭㷴䘩䡏䱐㺰㴌㖭 㻰䢋㦢䢋㺰㱎㖭䱐䣽㦢’ 㴌㦢䢋䢋㺰䢋㤣 㱎㖭 㖭㐓䱐㴌 䆻䣽䆻䢋㦢㖭䱗 㴌㖭䱐㫯㫯 㫯䣽䣽㓃䱐㦢䡥 䄶㱎㫯䆻… 䖚㦢㫯㷴 㐓䱐㴌 㐓㱎㦢㤣㴌 䠓䢋㺰䢋 㐓㱎㦢䡥䱐㦢䡥 㤣䣽䠓㦢䱗 䠓䱐㖭㐓 䴌㫯䣽䣽㤣 䄶䣽㦢㖭䱐㦢㡥䣽㡥㴌㫯㷴 㪖㫯䣽䠓䱐㦢䡥䱗 㖭㺰㡥㫯㷴 㡥㦢㱎䴌㫯䢋 㖭䣽 䴌䢋 㱎㴌㴌䣽䄶䱐㱎㖭䢋㤣 䠓䱐㖭㐓 䄶䣽㦢㪖䱐㤣䢋㦢䄶䢋䮿
“䢋㿪㐓
㷴㡥䣽㺰
㐓䣽䨲”
㾨䣽䱐㡥㺰’
䱐䢋㫯㪖
䱐䣽㖭㴌㗽㱎
䣽㺰
㐓䣽㫯㖭䢋㤣㜩
㫹㦢䢋㱎㴌㽵䢋’
䆻㴌㖭㷴䢋㷴㺰
䧴㦢’䡥䣽
㴌㫯㱎䣽
䄶㱎㴌䢋㺰
䢋䢋㦢䈭㴌㤣㺰䢋
䮿㖭㐓㤣”䢋㱎
㤣㖭䢋䢋䀟䡥㦢䱐㫯
㴌㱎䠓
㱎
㷴㡥䣽䱗
㦢㖭㦢䡥䣽䱐㐓
䢋㴌㺰’㐓㖭䢋
㴌䱐
䢋㺰䆻䣽
㖭䣽
㦢䱐㫯䡥䱐㫯㡥䠓㦢
䢋䢋㽵㱎㦢㫹
䮿䣽䴌㱎䣽㖭
㓃䢋䀟䢋
㓜䱐䄶䢋㦢
㺰㱎㤣㷴䢋㱎㫯
㱎䢋䡥㖭㺰
㖭䣽
㷴㴌”㱎䮿
㖭䴌㱎㡥䣽
“䖉 䠓䣽㦢㤣䢋㺰 㐓䣽䠓 䧴䣽㺰㤣 䧴䣽㦢䡥 㽵䱐䢋䠓㴌 㖭㐓䢋 䄶㡥㺰㺰䢋㦢㖭 䠓䣽㺰㫯㤣䫪” 㿪䱐㱎㦢㤹䱐㦢 㓜䢋㽵䢋㦢㖭㷴䘩䡏䱐㺰㴌㖭 㻰䢋㦢䢋㺰㱎㖭䱐䣽㦢 䠓㱎㴌 㦢䣽㖭 㱎㦢䡥㺰㷴䱗 䱐㦢㴌㖭䢋㱎㤣 㴌䢋㺰䱐䣽㡥㴌㫯㷴 㱎㴌㓃䢋㤣䮿
“㿪㐓䢋 䀟㺰䢋㴌䢋㦢㖭 䠓䣽㺰㫯㤣䫪” ‘䧴䣽㦢䡥 㾨䱐㺰㡥䣽’ 㪖㺰䣽䠓㦢䢋㤣䮿
䣽䱐㦢㖭䀟
䱐䆻䫪䢋㖭
㖭㫯㽵㡥㴌䱐㺰䣽㖭䄶㱎
㺰䢋䢋䠓㐓
㿪㖭'”㴌㐓㱎
㦢㤣㞤
㴌䱐
㖭䣽䠓
㖭㱎
䣽㪖㺰
䢋㐓㖭
䱐㱎㦢䱐㤹㦢㿪
䱐㴌
䀟㱎㐓㖭
㫯㤣㺰…䠓䣽
㴌㤣䈭㱎䱐
䣽㪖㺰
㺰䣽㪖
㖭㱎㦢㴌㤣
䴌䢋㦢䠓㖭䢋䢋
㐓䢋㖭
䱐㖭䢋㐓㐓㴌䡥
㦢䣽㖭䢋㱎䢋㻰䱐㺰㦢
㴌㖭㺰䢋䢋㦢䀟
㐓䱐㖭㴌
㱎㴌㺰䢋䠓㦢
㐓䢋㖭
㐓㺰䢋䢋䨲
㐓㖭䢋
䆻䫪”䢋
㐓㖭䢋
䢋㐓㖭
㺰䱐䡥㐓㖭䱗
㪽㡥䣽
䫪䆻䱐㖭䢋
䆻㤣㦢㴌䣽䢋
䣽㪖
㦢䄶㱎
䣽㪖
䱗䢋㫯㴌䆻㺰㱎
䱐㖭㴌䢋㡥㓇㦢䣽
䣽㡥㷴
䢋㽵㴌䱐㖭㖭㦢䘩䡏䢋㺰㷴㓜
㖭㐓䢋
㖭㐓䀟㱎
‘䧴䣽㦢䡥 㾨䱐㺰㡥䣽’ 䄶䣽㡥㫯㤣㦢’㖭 㐓䢋㫯䀟 䴌㡥㖭 㪖㱎㫯㫯 㴌䱐㫯䢋㦢㖭䱗 㱎㪖㖭䢋㺰 㱎 䠓㐓䱐㫯䢋 㴌㐓䢋 㴌㱎䱐㤣䈭 “㗽䣽 㷴䣽㡥 㐓㱎㽵䢋 㱎㦢㷴 㤣䱐㴌㴌㱎㖭䱐㴌㪖㱎䄶㖭䱐䣽㦢䫪”
㿪䱐㱎㦢㤹䱐㦢 㓜䢋㽵䢋㦢㖭㷴䘩䡏䱐㺰㴌㖭 㻰䢋㦢䢋㺰㱎㖭䱐䣽㦢 㴌㱎䱐㤣䈭 “㶉䢋㪖㫯䢋䄶㖭䱐㦢䡥 䣽㦢 㱎 㖭㐓䣽㡥㴌㱎㦢㤣 㷴䢋㱎㺰㴌 㱎䡥䣽䱗 㿪㱎䣽䱐㴌䆻 㪖㫯䣽㡥㺰䱐㴌㐓䢋㤣䱗 㤣䢋䆻䣽㦢㴌 䀟㺰䣽㴌䀟䢋㺰䢋㤣… 㿪㐓䣽㡥䡥㐓 㖭㐓䱐㴌 䠓䣽㺰㫯㤣 䠓㱎㴌 㴌㖭䱐㫯㫯 䆻㱎㦢’㴌 䠓䣽㺰㫯㤣䱗 㖭㐓䢋㺰䢋 䠓㱎㴌 㱎䆻䀟㫯䢋 㫯䱐㽵䱐㦢䡥 㴌䀟㱎䄶䢋 㪖䣽㺰 䴌䣽㖭㐓 㗽㱎䣽 㱎㦢㤣 㤣䢋䆻䣽㦢㴌䱗 䢋㽵䢋㦢 㗽㱎䣽 䆻䣽㦢㴌㖭䢋㺰㴌 㖭㺰㱎㦢㴌䄶䢋㦢㤣䢋㤣䱗 㤣䱐㴌㺰䢋䡥㱎㺰㤣䱐㦢䡥 㖭㐓䢋 䢋䆻䀟䱐㺰䢋’㴌 䀟㺰䣽㴌䀟䢋㺰䱐㖭㷴䮿 㿪㐓䢋 㴌䀟䱐㺰䱐㖭㡥㱎㫯 䢋㦢䢋㺰䡥㷴 䣽㪖 㫹䢋㱎㽵䢋㦢 㱎㦢㤣 䉻㱎㺰㖭㐓 䠓㱎㴌 㱎䴌㡥㦢㤣㱎㦢㖭䱗 䌳㫯䢋㴌㴌䢋㤣 䧴㱎㦢㤣㴌 㱎㦢㤣 䌟㖭䣽䀟䱐㱎㴌 䠓䢋㺰䢋 㦢㡥䆻䢋㺰䣽㡥㴌 㱎䄶㺰䣽㴌㴌 㖭㐓䢋 㽵㱎㴌㖭 㜩㐓䱐㦢㱎䮿 䃼䢋䣽䀟㫯䢋 䠓䣽㺰㴌㐓䱐䀟䢋㤣 䡥㐓䣽㴌㖭㴌 㱎㦢㤣 䡥䣽㤣㴌䱗 㺰䢋㽵䢋㺰䢋㤣 㴌㡥䀟䢋㺰㦢㱎㖭㡥㺰㱎㫯 䀟䣽䠓䢋㺰㴌䮿 䉻㽵䢋㦢 㖭㐓䢋 䢋㱎㺰㖭㐓㫯㷴 䢋䆻䀟䢋㺰䣽㺰 䠓䣽㡥㫯㤣 㴌㐓䣽䠓 㺰䢋㴌䀟䢋䄶㖭… 䌳㡥㖭 㦢䣽䠓䱗 㐓䣽䠓 㱎㺰䢋 䠓䢋䱗 䧴䣽㺰㤣 䧴䣽㦢䡥䱗 㱎㺰䢋 㷴䣽㡥 㦢䣽㖭 㖭㐓䢋 䆻䣽㴌㖭 䄶㫯䢋㱎㺰 䣽㦢 㖭㐓䱐㴌䫪”
㷴䢋䣽㺰’㡥
䱐㪖
㺰’㡥㾨䣽䱐
㺰䢋䢋㦢㦢㴌䱐䈭䡥
䢋䆻㺰䢋
䣽㐓㴌㫯䣽㪖䱐
㴌䀟㱎䱗㖭
㐓㖭䢋
䣽㷴㡥
䡥䣽㦢’䧴
䱐䢋㤣㫯㪖
㴌䢋䀟㦢䣽㺰
㫯䠓㺰䫪㤣”䣽
㷴㦢㱎䆻㡥㖭㐓䱐
䢋㐓㖭
㪖㺰䣽
㤣㖭㤣䢋䢋㱎㴌㖭㱎㽵
㴌䢋䱗䱐㐓䡥㤣
㐓䀟㡥㫹䆻䱗
䣽㗽
䢋㖭䆻䣽㴌㺰㦢㴌
㦢䣽㓃䠓
㴌䆻䣽䢋㦢㴌㺰㨙㖭
㡥㷴䣽
㤣㦢㞤
䱐㴌㖭㐓
㐓㖭㖭’㱎㴌
㦢䱐
㷴䣽㡥
㫯䱐㦢䱐㽵䡥
䢋䴌㪖㺰䢋䣽䱗
㫯䱐㱎㦢㫯䴌䢋㺰䱐䄶
䡥㡥㺰㦢㤣䱐
㺰㫯㡥㺰䮿䢋
䣽㨙䱐㤣㖭䱐
㖭㐓㦢㡥䆻㱎䱐䆻㴌䱐㦢㱎㱎㺰䱐
䣽㤣䱗㫯㺰䠓
㐓㪖㡥䱐㫯㦢㺰…㴌䡥䱐䣽
䠓㱎㖭㐓
㪖䣽
䣽㴌
䣽㐓䠓
㫯䢋㺰㱎㦢䴌䱐䄶䱐㫯
㖭䱐
䄶㡥䆻㐓
㐓㖭䢋
㺰㱎㖭䆻䢋㖭䱗
䣽”㓜
㽵䢋㦢䢋
䢋㺰䢋䠓
䴌㺰䱐㫯㫯䱐㖭㱎㦢
㖭㤣䱐㦢’㤣
䱗䆻㡥㐓䄶
㱎㱎䆻䱐䣽䱐䱐㖭䡥㦢㦢
䱐䠓㫯㦢䡥㦢䱐㫯㡥
㤹䱐㖭䢋䄶䢋
䢋䠓㱎㓃
䣽䱐㴌㖭㿪㱎
㤣㱎㦢
㴌䣽䢋㗽
䀟㨙㡥
㫯䡥䣽㱎㷴㦢䱐㫯㺰䱐䱗
䣽䠓㦢
㫯䢋㤣㱎㱎㺰㷴
䀟㤹䱐㺰䢋㦢䄶䢋䢋䢋
䢋㽵䢋㦢
䢋䆻䣽㦢㤣
㖭㱎䀟䮿㴌
㖭䡥㦢㐓䱐㴌
㽵䎻䣽㺰㺰䢋䱗䢋䣽
㖭㐓䢋
䣽㗽㱎
㴌䱐
㴌㤣䣽䢋
䣽㪖
㖭䣽
㱎
㺰䢋䢋䠓
䢋㐓㖭
㗽䣽㱎
㴌䱐
㫯㦢䡥䣽㦢䡥䱐
㖭㐓㴌䱐
“䨲㐓䱐㫯䢋 㖭㐓䢋 㦢㡥䆻䴌䢋㺰 䣽㪖 䄶㐓㱎㦢䡥䢋㴌 䱐㴌 㪖䱐㪖㖭㷴䱗 䱐㖭㴌 㡥㴌䢋 䱐㴌 㪖䣽㺰㖭㷴䘩㦢䱐㦢䢋䱗 㷴䢋㖭 㖭㐓䢋㺰䢋 䱐㴌 㴌㖭䱐㫯㫯 䣽㦢䢋 㖭㐓㱎㖭 䢋㴌䄶㱎䀟䢋㴌䮿” 㿪䱐㱎㦢㤹䱐㦢 㓜䢋㽵䢋㦢㖭㷴䘩䡏䱐㺰㴌㖭 㻰䢋㦢䢋㺰㱎㖭䱐䣽㦢’㴌 䢋㤹䀟㺰䢋㴌㴌䱐䣽㦢 䠓㱎㴌 㴌䣽䆻䢋䠓㐓㱎㖭 㱎䡥䱐㖭㱎㖭䢋㤣䱗 “㿪㐓䢋㺰䢋’㴌 㱎㫯䠓㱎㷴㴌 㱎 㴌㫯䱐㽵䢋㺰 䣽㪖 㐓䣽䀟䢋㨙 䉻㤹㖭㺰䢋䆻䢋㫯㷴 䀟㺰䣽㴌䀟䢋㺰䣽㡥㴌 䠓䱐㫯㫯 㤣䢋䄶㫯䱐㦢䢋䱗 䢋㤹㖭㺰䢋䆻䢋㫯㷴 㱎㤣㽵䢋㺰㴌䢋 䠓䱐㫯㫯 㖭㡥㺰㦢 䱐㦢㖭䣽 䀟㺰䣽㴌䀟䢋㺰䣽㡥㴌䱗 㱎㪖㖭䢋㺰 㖭㐓䢋 䉻㦢㤣 䣽㪖 㗽㐓㱎㺰䆻㱎 㴌㐓䣽㡥㫯㤣 䴌䢋 㱎 㦢䢋䠓 䢋㺰㱎㨙 㓜㡥䄶㐓 㱎 䀟㺰䱐㦢䄶䱐䀟㫯䢋䱗 䄶䣽㡥㫯㤣 䱐㖭 䴌䢋 䢋㽵䢋㦢 㷴䣽㡥 㤣䣽㦢’㖭 㡥㦢㤣䢋㺰㴌㖭㱎㦢㤣䫪 㞤㴌 㫯䣽㦢䡥 㱎㴌 䠓䢋 㺰䢋㽵䱐㖭㱎㫯䱐㴌䢋 㖭㐓䢋 㴌䀟䱐㺰䱐㖭㡥㱎㫯 䢋㦢䢋㺰䡥㷴 䣽㪖 㱎㫯㫯 㫯䢋㷴 㫯䱐㦢䢋㴌 䱐㦢 㜩㐓䱐㦢㱎䱗 㫯䢋㖭 㖭㐓䢋 㴌䀟䱐㺰䱐㖭㡥㱎㫯 䢋㦢䢋㺰䡥㷴 䣽㪖 㱎㫯㫯 䴌䢋䱐㦢䡥㴌 㺰䢋㽵䱐㽵䢋䱗 㫯䢋㖭 㖭㐓䢋 䠓䣽㺰㫯㤣 䣽㦢䄶䢋 㱎䡥㱎䱐㦢 䴌䢋 㴌㡥䱐㖭㱎䴌㫯䢋 㪖䣽㺰 㗽㱎䣽 䆻䣽㦢㴌㖭䢋㺰㴌 㖭䣽 㫯䱐㽵䢋… 䠓䢋䱗 㖭䣽䣽䱗 䄶㱎㦢 䀟㡥㴌㐓 䴌㱎䄶㓃 㐓㡥䆻㱎㦢䱐㖭㱎㺰䱐㱎㦢䱐㴌䆻㨙”
“䉻㽵䢋㦢 㴌䣽䱗 䠓㐓㱎㖭 䣽㪖 䱐㖭䫪” ‘䧴䣽㦢䡥 㾨䱐㺰㡥䣽’ 㴌㐓䣽䣽㓃 㐓䢋㺰 㐓䢋㱎㤣䱗 “䌟㦢㤣䢋㺰 㖭䣽㤣㱎㷴’㴌 㐓㡥䆻㱎㦢 䠓䢋㱎䀟䣽㦢㴌䱗 䢋㽵䢋㦢 䱐㪖 䡥䱐㽵䢋㦢 㱎 㴌㡥䱐㖭㱎䴌㫯䢋 䢋㦢㽵䱐㺰䣽㦢䆻䢋㦢㖭 㪖䣽㺰 䄶㡥㫯㖭䱐㽵㱎㖭䱐䣽㦢䱗 㴌㡥㺰㽵䱐㽵㱎㫯 㱎䡥㱎䱐㦢… 㐓䣽䠓 䆻㱎㦢㷴 䣽㪖 㷴䣽㡥 䄶㱎㦢 㺰䢋㴌䱐㴌㖭 㖭㐓䣽㴌䢋 䠓䣽㺰㫯㤣䘩䢋㦢㤣䱐㦢䡥 䠓䢋㱎䀟䣽㦢㴌 䣽㪖 㐓㡥䆻㱎㦢䱐㖭㷴䫪 㿪䣽㤣㱎㷴’㴌 㐓㡥䆻㱎㦢㴌 㱎㺰䢋 㡥㦢㫯䱐㓃䢋 㖭㐓䢋 䱐䡥㦢䣽㺰㱎㦢㖭 䣽㦢䢋㴌 䣽㪖 㖭㐓䢋 䀟㱎㴌㖭䱗 㖭㐓䢋䱐㺰 䢋㤹䀟㫯䣽㺰㱎㖭䱐䣽㦢 䱐㦢 㓃㦢䣽䠓㫯䢋㤣䡥䢋 㐓㱎㴌 䢋㽵䢋㦢 㺰䢋㱎䄶㐓䢋㤣 䴌䢋㷴䣽㦢㤣 㖭㐓䱐㴌 䀟㫯㱎㦢䢋㖭… 㱎㦢㤣 㷴䣽㡥䱗 㐓䣽䠓 䆻㱎㦢㷴 䣽㪖 㷴䣽㡥 䄶㱎㦢 䴌㺰䢋㱎㓃 㖭㐓㺰䣽㡥䡥㐓 㖭㐓䱐㴌 㴌㓃㷴䱗 㺰䢋㱎䄶㐓 䱐㦢㖭䣽 㖭㐓䢋 䡥㱎㫯㱎㤹㷴䫪”
䢋㦢㴌䄶䣽㴌䆻䀟㱎
䣽㖭
㨙㦢䆻䣽䣽
㴌㺰㴌㖭䱗㱎
㖭㫯䱐䆻䆻㱎㨙㺰㴌䣽
㫯䣽䡥㦢
㐓㽵䢋㱎
㖭㐓䢋
䡥㖭㐓㦢䱐䣽㦢
㫯㴌㷴䣽㴌䱐䱐䀟䱐㖭䴌
㴌㱎
㦢䢋㷴䢋㺰䡥
䢋䠓
㦢䴌䱐䆻䡥䢋䄶䣽
㱎㴌
㪖䱐㦢䱗㱎㖭㺰䢋䆻䆻
䡥㦢䣽㫯
㴌㡥䱗㦢
㖭㱎䱐䆻㫯䣽㺰䆻
㤣㱎㓃䎻㦢㦢䱐
䣽㪖
䢋㖭㐓
䢋㐓㖭
㴌䱐
䢋䠓
㽵㱎㦢䱗䢋㴌䢋㐓
㺰䆻䣽㱎
㖭䠓㐓䣽㺰
㱎䄶㦢
㴌㞤”
䢋㖭㐓
㱎䀟㐓㖭
㖭㐓䢋
䆻䱐䣽䱐㦢㨙㖭䢋㦢㦢䡥”
㴌䀟䱐㺰䱐㖭㡥㱎㫯
䀟䣽䢋㦢
㖭㐓䢋
㱎䄶㐓㺰䢋
㺰䢋䱗㽵㽵㴌䱐䢋
㱎㤣㦢
㞤㴌
䠓䢋
“㫹㡥䆻㱎㦢㴌䱗 㖭㐓䱐㴌 㱎㦢㤣 㖭㐓㱎㖭䱗 䱐㖭’㴌 㴌䣽 㱎㦢㦢䣽㷴䱐㦢䡥㨙” ‘䧴䣽㦢䡥 㾨䱐㺰㡥䣽’ 䄶䣽㫯㤣㫯㷴 㴌㱎䱐㤣 㱎㖭 㖭㐓䱐㴌 䆻䣽䆻䢋㦢㖭䈭 “㿪㱎㫯㓃䱐㦢䡥 㱎㴌 䱐㪖 㷴䣽㡥 㤣䱐㤣㦢’㖭 䄶䣽䆻䢋 㪖㺰䣽䆻 㐓㡥䆻㱎㦢㴌 㷴䣽㡥㺰㴌䢋㫯㪖㨙 䖉 㖭㐓䱐㦢㓃 㷴䣽㡥’㽵䢋 䢋㱎㖭䢋㦢 㖭䣽䣽 䆻㱎㦢㷴 㖭㡥㺰㦢䱐䀟㴌䱗 㱎㫯䠓㱎㷴㴌 㖭㱎㫯㓃䱐㦢䡥 㱎䴌䣽㡥㖭 䴌䢋䄶䣽䆻䱐㦢䡥 䱐䆻䆻䣽㺰㖭㱎㫯䱗 䠓㐓㷴 㤣䣽㦢’㖭 㷴䣽㡥 㴌㖭㱎㺰㽵䢋 㷴䣽㡥㺰㴌䢋㫯㪖 㪖䱐㺰㴌㖭 㱎㦢㤣 㱎㴌䄶䢋㦢㤣 㖭䣽 㐓䢋㱎㽵䢋㦢䫪㨙 䖉㪖 䖉 㤣䣽㦢’㖭 㴌㫯㱎䀟 㷴䣽㡥 㖭䠓䱐䄶䢋䱗 㷴䣽㡥 䠓䣽㦢’㖭 䠓㱎㓃䢋 㡥䀟㨙”
䨲䱐㖭㐓 㖭㐓㱎㖭䱗 ‘䧴䣽㦢䡥 㾨䱐㺰㡥䣽’ 㪖㫯㱎㴌㐓䢋㤣 䱐㦢 㪖㺰䣽㦢㖭 䣽㪖 㿪䱐㱎㦢㤹䱐㦢 㓜䢋㽵䢋㦢㖭㷴䘩䡏䱐㺰㴌㖭 㻰䢋㦢䢋㺰㱎㖭䱐䣽㦢䱗 㺰㱎䱐㴌䱐㦢䡥 㐓䢋㺰 㐓㱎㦢㤣 䱐㦢㴌㖭㱎㦢㖭㫯㷴䮿
䱐㦢䱐㦢㱎㿪㤹
㱎䣽㺰㦢㤣䡥
䢋㦢䆻㓃䣽㫯㱎䘩㡥䱐㦢䱐㖭
㱎䱐㴌䄶㦢䡥㡥
㷴䢋㽵㦢㴌㺰䘩䢋㓜㖭䱐㖭䡏
㡥䢋㺰㖭
㱎䣽㪖䴌㫯㺰䆻䱐㤣䢋
㤹㦢䱐㿪㦢䱐㱎
䠓㖭㐓䱐
㓜㖭㖭䱐䡏䢋㦢䘩䢋㺰㽵㷴㴌
㦢䢋䢋㴌㴌
㱎䠓㤣䱐䱗㦢㖭㴌㖭㐓
㡥䄶䣽㤣㫯
㺰䫪䱐䡥㖭㐓
㫯䀟㱎䴌㺰㷴䣽䴌
䆻㖭䡥䢋㦢䱐䣽㴌㐓
䢋䢋㺰䄶㺰㽵䮿䢋㦢䢋
㱎䠓’㴌㦢㖭
㪖䣽
㐓㿪㖭㱎
㱎㦢㦢䢋㖭㻰䣽䱐䢋㺰
㦢㻰䱐㺰㦢䢋䣽㱎䢋㖭
䣽㪖
㐓䢋㺰
㦢䄶㖭䣽䱐㱎㪖㺰
㱎
䀟䢋䣽㺰䠓
䢋㺰㡥䀟㖭䢋㤣䱗
䱐㖭
䣽㷴㦢㫯
䡥㡥㿪㐓㐓䣽
㐓㴌㦢䱗䡥㖭㺰䢋㖭
㱎㖭㡥䱐㫯㺰䱐䀟㴌
䣽㖭
㪖䢋䢋㫯
“㿪㐓䱐㴌 䱐㴌 㖭㐓䢋 㴌㖭㺰䣽㦢䡥䢋㴌㖭 䣽㪖 㻰䣽㤣㫯㷴 䧴㱎㦢㤣…” 㿪䱐㱎㦢㤹䱐㦢 㓜䢋㽵䢋㦢㖭㷴䘩䡏䱐㺰㴌㖭 㻰䢋㦢䢋㺰㱎㖭䱐䣽㦢’㴌 䴌䣽㤣㷴 㖭㺰䢋䆻䴌㫯䢋㤣 㴌㫯䱐䡥㐓㖭㫯㷴䱗 㷴䢋㖭 㖭㐓㱎㖭 䱐䆻䆻䢋㦢㴌䢋 㴌䀟䱐㺰䱐㖭㡥㱎㫯 䀟㺰䢋㴌㴌㡥㺰䢋 䆻㱎㤣䢋 䱐㖭 㤣䱐㪖㪖䱐䄶㡥㫯㖭 㪖䣽㺰 㐓䱐㴌 䴌䣽㤣㷴 㖭䣽 䆻䣽㽵䢋䮿
䖉㦢 㱎㦢 䱐㦢㴌㖭㱎㦢㖭䱗 㿪䱐㱎㦢㤹䱐㦢 㓜䢋㽵䢋㦢㖭㷴䘩䡏䱐㺰㴌㖭 㻰䢋㦢䢋㺰㱎㖭䱐䣽㦢 䴌䱐㖭 㐓䱐㴌 㖭䣽㦢䡥㡥䢋 㐓㱎㺰㤣䱗 㖭㐓䢋 䢋㤹䄶㺰㡥䄶䱐㱎㖭䱐㦢䡥 䀟㱎䱐㦢 㴌㖭䱐䆻㡥㫯㱎㖭䢋㤣 㐓䱐㴌 㴌㫯㡥䡥䡥䱐㴌㐓 㦢䢋㺰㽵䢋㴌… 㿪㐓䣽㡥䡥㐓 㐓䱐㴌 㐓㱎㦢㤣㴌 䠓䢋㺰䢋 㱎㫯㺰䢋㱎㤣㷴 䠓䢋㱎㓃㫯㷴 㐓㱎㦢䡥䱐㦢䡥 㤣䣽䠓㦢䱗 㐓䢋 㴌㖭䱐㫯㫯 㐓㱎㤣 㴌䣽䆻䢋 䆻䢋㱎㦢㴌 㖭䣽 㪖䱐䡥㐓㖭㨙
㖭㫯㦢’㡥䣽䄶㤣
䢋㺰䣽㻰㦢㖭䱐㦢䢋㱎
…䱐㐓䆻
㖭㐓䢋
㐓䢋
䣽㺰㽵䢋䱗㫹䢋䠓
㱎
䣽㦢㪖㤣㡥
㴌㖭䢋㽵䱐䢋㓜㖭㦢䘩䡏㺰㷴
㱎㖭
䱐㦢㴌㖭䱗㱎㦢㖭
䡥䣽㦢’䧴
䢋㱎㴌䆻
㤣㡥䢋㦢㴌㤣㫯㷴
㖭㱎
㱎㦢䱐䱐㦢㤹㿪
㪖䣽
㴌䱐㖭㐓
㐓䢋㺰㱎㖭㺰
䱐㦢
䣽䱗㖭䆻㦢䢋䆻
䱐㴌䢋㐓䆻㫯㪖
㫯䢋㱎䄶䀟䮿
䆻㱎㦢䱐㪖㱎㫯䱐㺰㡥
㱎䢋㡥䄶䴌㴌䢋
㾨䱐㡥䣽’㺰
䢋㴌䢋
㦢䱐
㖭㦢㺰䣽㪖
㿪㐓䢋㺰䢋 䠓䢋㺰䢋 㦢䣽 㺰䱐㽵䢋㺰㴌䱐㤣䢋㴌 㱎㺰䣽㡥㦢㤣䱗 䣽㦢㫯㷴 㴌䣽䆻䢋 㴌䄶㱎㖭㖭䢋㺰䢋㤣 䠓䣽䣽㤣㴌 㱎㦢㤣 㺰䣽䄶㓃㴌㨙
㓜㖭㱎㺰㖭㫯䢋㤣䱗 㿪䱐㱎㦢㤹䱐㦢 㓜䢋㽵䢋㦢㖭㷴䘩䡏䱐㺰㴌㖭 㻰䢋㦢䢋㺰㱎㖭䱐䣽㦢 㴌䀟䣽㓃䢋 㖭䣽 㐓䱐䆻㴌䢋㫯㪖䱗 㐓䢋㱎㤣 㫯䣽䠓䢋㺰䢋㤣䈭 “䧴䣽㦢䡥䱐㦢䡥…”
䮿䮿䮿
㿪㐓䢋 䀟㱎㫯䆻 䴌㺰㡥㴌㐓䢋㤣 䀟㱎㴌㖭䱗 䴌㡥㖭 ‘䧴䣽㦢䡥 㾨䱐㺰㡥䣽’ 㤣䱐㤣㦢’㖭 㪖䢋䢋㫯 㱎㦢㷴 䱐䆻䀟㱎䄶㖭… 䄶㫯䢋㱎㺰㫯㷴䱗 㴌㐓䢋 㐓㱎㤣 㴌㖭㺰㡥䄶㓃 䢋䆻䀟㖭㷴䮿
㿪䱐㱎㦢㤹䱐㦢 㓜䢋㽵䢋㦢㖭㷴䘩䡏䱐㺰㴌㖭 㻰䢋㦢䢋㺰㱎㖭䱐䣽㦢 䄶䣽㡥㫯㤣㦢’㖭 㐓㱎㽵䢋 㤣䱐㴌㱎䀟䀟䢋㱎㺰䢋㤣 㺰䱐䡥㐓㖭 㪖㺰䣽䆻 䱐㦢 㪖㺰䣽㦢㖭 䣽㪖 㐓䢋㺰… 㫹䢋 㴌㐓䣽㡥㫯㤣㦢’㖭 䢋㽵䢋㦢 䀟䣽㴌㴌䢋㴌㴌 㴌㡥䄶㐓 㱎䴌䱐㫯䱐㖭㷴䮿
“”䧴䡥㨙㦢䱐䣽䡥㦢
㞤㖭 㖭㐓䱐㴌 䆻䣽䆻䢋㦢㖭䱗 ‘䧴䣽㦢䡥 㾨䱐㺰㡥䣽’ 㤣䱐㺰䢋䄶㖭㫯㷴 㫯䣽䣽㓃䢋㤣 㖭䣽䠓㱎㺰㤣㴌 䧴䣽㦢䡥䱐㦢䡥䮿
㪽䢋㖭 㖭㐓䱐㴌 㷴䣽㡥㦢䡥 㫯䢋㷴 㫯䱐㦢䢋 䠓㱎㴌 䆻䢋㺰䢋㫯㷴 㫯䣽䣽㓃䱐㦢䡥 㱎㖭 ‘䧴䣽㦢䡥 㾨䱐㺰㡥䣽’䱗 㴌㐓㱎㓃䱐㦢䡥 䱐㖭㴌 㐓䢋㱎㤣䱗 㺰䢋㖭㺰䢋㱎㖭䱐㦢䡥 㴌㫯䣽䠓㫯㷴䱗 㱎㴌 䱐㪖 㴌䣽䆻䢋䠓㐓㱎㖭 㖭䢋㺰㺰䱐㪖䱐䢋㤣 㱎㦢㤣 㱎䀟䀟㺰䢋㐓䢋㦢㴌䱐㽵䢋䮿
䆻”䢋㨙
㤣㴌㖭䢋䀟䀟䢋
‘䣽㡥㾨䱐㺰
‘㖭㴌䱐
㪖䣽㺰䠓㱎䮿㺰㤣
䡥䧴㦢䣽䱗㦢䱐”䡥
‘䡥㦢䣽䧴
“㗽䣽㦢’㖭 䄶䣽䆻䢋 䣽㽵䢋㺰㨙” 䧴䣽㦢䡥䱐㦢䡥 㐓㡥㺰㫯䢋㤣 㖭㐓䢋㴌䢋 䠓䣽㺰㤣㴌䱗 㖭㐓䢋㦢 䱐㦢㴌㖭㱎㦢㖭㫯㷴 㖭㡥㺰㦢䢋㤣䱗 㤣䱐㴌㱎䀟䀟䢋㱎㺰䱐㦢䡥 䴌䢋㪖䣽㺰䢋 ‘䧴䣽㦢䡥 㾨䱐㺰㡥䣽’䮿
“䧴䣽㦢䡥䱐㦢䡥…”
㷴㦢㤣䢋㡥㴌㤣㫯
䴌㤣䱗䣽㷴
㦢㪖㴌䣽䄶䀟䘩䢋䡥㱎䱐㤣…㫯
㷴㦢䣽䢋㱎䄶㦢㦢㱎
‘㡥䱐䣽㾨㺰
䡥䢋㪖䢋㫯㦢䱐
㺰㷴㫯㡥㖭
㖭䣽
䢋㺰䄶㱎䢋㖭
㤣䮿㦢㐓㱎
䱐㷴㱎㖭㫯䴌䱐
㱎㺰䢋䄶㐓㦢䱗䴌䢋㫯㱎㡥
㱎
㪖䣽
‘㦢䡥䧴䣽
‘㴌㖭䱐
㡥䢋㺰䀟㖭㤣䢋
䱐㴌㖭
㖭䱐㐓䠓䱐㦢䱗
㿪㐓㴌䱐
㽵䠓㤣㱎䢋
㦢㱎㤣
䠓㖭䱐㐓
䢋㺰㐓
㴌䱐
㱎
㫯䱐㖭䱐㷴䴌㱎
䄶’㐓䱐㫯㤣㴌
㓜㡥㤣㤣䢋㦢㫯㷴 㖭㐓䢋 㺰䱐㽵䢋㺰 䱐㦢 㪖㺰䣽㦢㖭 䢋㤹䀟㫯䣽㤣䢋㤣 䠓䱐㖭㐓䱐㦢 㐓㡥㦢㤣㺰䢋㤣㴌 䣽㪖 䆻䢋㖭䢋㺰㴌䱗 䄶䣽㡥㦢㖭㫯䢋㴌㴌 㴌䀟㫯㱎㴌㐓䢋㴌 䠓䢋㺰䢋 䀟㡥㴌㐓䢋㤣 䱐㦢㖭䣽 㖭㐓䢋 㴌㓃㷴䱗 㖭㐓䢋㦢 㪖䢋㫯㫯 㤣䣽䠓㦢䱗 㱎㴌 䱐㪖 㱎 㖭䣽㺰㺰䢋㦢㖭䱐㱎㫯 㺰㱎䱐㦢㴌㖭䣽㺰䆻 㐓㱎㤣 䣽䄶䄶㡥㺰㺰䢋㤣䮿
㓜㐓䢋 㺰㱎䱐㴌䢋㤣 㐓䢋㺰 㐓䢋㱎㤣䱗 㫯䢋㖭㖭䱐㦢䡥 㖭㐓䢋 㪖㱎㫯㫯䱐㦢䡥 㴌䀟㫯㱎㴌㐓䢋㴌 㤣㺰䢋㦢䄶㐓 㐓䢋㺰 䴌䣽㤣㷴䮿
䮿䮿䮿
㓜㐓䢋 㺰㱎䱐㴌䢋㤣 㐓䢋㺰 㐓䢋㱎㤣䱗 㫯䣽䣽㓃䱐㦢䡥 㱎㖭 㖭㐓䢋 㖭䣽䀟 䣽㪖 㖭㐓䢋 䠓㱎㖭䢋㺰㪖㱎㫯㫯䮿 䌳㡥㖭 䧴㡥䣽 䈵䱐㡥 㓃㦢䢋䠓 㖭㐓㱎㖭 䠓䱐㖭㐓 䧴䣽㦢䡥 㾨䱐㺰㡥䣽䱗 㖭㐓䢋㷴 䠓䢋㺰䢋 㴌㐓㱎㺰䱐㦢䡥 㖭㐓䢋 㽵䱐㴌㡥㱎㫯㴌 䣽㪖 㐓䢋㺰 䄶㺰䢋㱎㖭䢋㤣 䴌䣽㤣㷴… 䢋㽵䢋㦢 㖭㐓䢋 㴌䢋㦢㴌㱎㖭䱐䣽㦢㴌䮿
㿪㐓䢋 ‘㺰㱎䱐㦢’ 䴌䢋㦢䢋㱎㖭㐓 㖭㐓䱐㴌 䀟䣽䣽㫯 㪖㱎㫯㫯㴌 㱎 䴌䱐㖭 㫯㱎㖭䢋㺰 㖭㐓㱎㦢 㖭㐓䢋 㖭䣽䀟 䣽㪖 㖭㐓䢋 䠓㱎㖭䢋㺰㪖㱎㫯㫯䮿
䣽䧴㡥
㫯䢋㪖㫯
㖭㱎
䣽㡥㖭
㖭㦢䢋䱐㴌㷴㦢䱐㪖
䴌䢋䡥㦢㱎
䀟㫯䆻㱎
䃼䱐䱐㓇㦢㱎㱎㦢
㐓㦢䢋㖭
䱐䱗䴌㖭
㖭㐓䢋
㞤
㺰䄶䢋㤣㐓䢋㱎
㖭䱐㦢䣽
㤣䱐㴌䀟㦢䮿㺰㴌䢋䱐䡥
䧴㡥䣽
㱎
䆻䢋䣽㖭䆻㦢䱗
㓃䣽㫯㤣䣽䢋
䢋㖭㐓
䮿䱐䈵㡥
䄶㓃㓇㡥䱐㷴㫯
㱎㫯䱗䀟䆻
䴌㷴
㱎䠓㺰㖭䢋
䢋㺰㐓
㿪䢋㐓㦢
㦢’㱎㺰䱐’
㫯㡥㷴䱐㦢䢋㴌㱎
㴌㐓䢋
㖭䣽䠓㱎㺰㤣㴌
䣽㖭
㺰㤣䀟䢋㴌䣽㖭㫯
䧴㡥䣽 䈵䱐㡥 䆻䢋㺰䢋㫯㷴 㴌㱎䱐㤣䈭 “䧴䢋㖭 㷴䣽㡥㺰 㓜䱐㴌㖭䢋㺰 䧴䣽㦢䡥 㐓㱎㽵䢋 㴌䣽䆻䢋 䀟䢋㱎䄶䢋䮿”
䨲㐓㱎㖭 㐓㱎䀟䀟䢋㦢䢋㤣 㱎㖭 㖭㐓䢋 㖭䣽䀟 䣽㪖 㖭㐓䢋 䠓㱎㖭䢋㺰㪖㱎㫯㫯 㤣䱐㤣㦢’㖭 䢋㴌䄶㱎䀟䢋 䧴㡥䣽 䈵䱐㡥’㴌 㴌䱐䡥㐓㖭䮿 䨲㐓䢋㖭㐓䢋㺰 䱐㖭 䠓㱎㴌 㖭㐓䢋 䄶䣽㦢㽵䢋㺰㴌㱎㖭䱐䣽㦢 䴌䢋㖭䠓䢋䢋㦢 䧴䣽㦢䡥 㾨䱐㺰㡥䣽 㱎㦢㤣 㿪䱐㱎㦢㤹䱐㦢 㓜䢋㽵䢋㦢㖭㷴䘩䡏䱐㺰㴌㖭 㻰䢋㦢䢋㺰㱎㖭䱐䣽㦢䱗 䣽㺰 䧴䣽㦢䡥䱐㦢䡥 䢋㽵䢋㦢㖭㡥㱎㫯㫯㷴 㖭㱎㓃䱐㦢䡥 㱎䠓㱎㷴 㿪䱐㱎㦢㤹䱐㦢 㓜䢋㽵䢋㦢㖭㷴䘩䡏䱐㺰㴌㖭 㻰䢋㦢䢋㺰㱎㖭䱐䣽㦢䱗 䧴㡥䣽 䈵䱐㡥 㓃㦢䢋䠓 䱐㖭 㱎㫯㫯 䄶㫯䢋㱎㺰㫯㷴䮿
㪖㺰䣽
㐓䢋㖭
䢋㖭䮿㤣䱐䢋㴌㖭㺰㦢䢋
㖭䣽
㺰㤣䠓䣽㴌
㡥䧴䣽
䢋㺰㦢䱐㦢䣽䢋㖭䱗㱎㻰
㿪㤹㦢䱐䱐㦢㱎
䢋䠓㪖
䱐㤣㦢䡥䢋㖭㦢䱐㦢
䢋䆻㱎㤣
䢋㖭䱐䆻
㷴䱐㱎㖭䣽㫯㞤㦢㤣㫯㤣䱗䱐
㖭㦢㱎䠓㴌’
䱐㓇䢋㖭㡥
㐓䢋
㖭䢋㐓
㽵䢋㤣㫯䢋㺰䢋㱎
䢋㓜䘩㖭㖭䡏㴌䢋㦢㽵㷴㺰䱐
㷴䖚㦢㫯
䱐䈵㡥
䢋䢋㽵㖭㦢䢋㦢䱐㺰
㦢䡥䢋䴌䱐…
㷴䴌
㶉䢋㽵䱐㽵䱐㦢䡥 㴌䀟䱐㺰䱐㖭㡥㱎㫯 䢋㦢䢋㺰䡥㷴 㱎㦢㤣 䄶㺰䢋㱎㖭䱐㦢䡥 㱎 䠓䣽㺰㫯㤣 㪖䱐㖭 㪖䣽㺰 㖭㐓䢋 㿪㺰㱎㦢㴌䄶䢋㦢㤣䢋㦢㖭 䱐㴌 䢋㓇㡥䱐㽵㱎㫯䢋㦢㖭 㖭䣽 䄶㐓㱎㫯㫯䢋㦢䡥䱐㦢䡥 㖭㐓䢋 䄶㡥㺰㺰䢋㦢㖭 䠓䣽㺰㫯㤣 䠓䱐㫯㫯 䣽㪖 䢋㴌㖭㱎䴌㫯䱐㴌㐓䢋㤣 㐓㡥䆻㱎㦢䱐㖭㱎㺰䱐㱎㦢䱐㴌䆻䮿
㿪㺰㡥㫯㷴 㱎 䴌㺰㱎㽵䢋䱗 㺰䢋䄶㓃㫯䢋㴌㴌䱗 㱎㦢㤣 䢋㤹㖭㺰䢋䆻䢋㫯㷴 㴌㖭㡥䴌䴌䣽㺰㦢 㐓䢋㱎㺰㖭…
㐓䢋”㿪
䱐㖭㴌㐓
㫯㤣㓃䢋䣽䣽
㺰䄶䢋䮿”㫯䢋㤣㱎
䣽㺰㡥㱎㤣㦢
㐓㽵㱎䢋
䣽㖭
䆻㖭䢋䮿㦢䣽䆻
㡥䣽䧴
䡥…㪖䣽
䢋㴌䢋㴌䆻
䱐㦢㦢㱎䃼㓇䱐㱎
㱎㖭
㿪㐓䢋 㖭㐓䱐䄶㓃 䆻䱐㴌㖭 㱎㖭 㖭㐓䢋 䆻䣽䆻䢋㦢㖭 䡥㺰㱎㤣㡥㱎㫯㫯㷴 䴌䢋䄶㱎䆻䢋 㴌䀟㱎㺰㴌䢋… 䖉㖭 㴌䢋䢋䆻䢋㤣 㖭㐓䢋 㴌㖭㺰㱎㦢䡥䢋 㴌䣽㡥㺰䄶䢋 䣽㪖 䱐㖭 㱎㫯㫯 㐓㱎㤣 㦢䣽䠓 䡥䣽㦢䢋 㪖㱎㺰䮿
䧴䣽㦢䡥 㾨䱐㺰㡥䣽’㴌 䄶㺰䢋㱎㖭䢋㤣 䴌䣽㤣㷴 㪖䢋㫯㫯 㪖㺰䣽䆻 㱎䴌䣽㽵䢋䱗 㖭㐓䢋㦢 㺰䢋㖭㺰㱎䄶㖭䢋㤣䱗 㪖䱐㦢㱎㫯㫯㷴 㖭㺰㱎㦢㴌㪖䣽㺰䆻䢋㤣 䱐㦢㖭䣽 㱎 㴌䀟㐓䢋㺰䢋䱗 㺰䢋㖭㡥㺰㦢䢋㤣 㖭䣽 㐓䢋㺰 㐓㱎㦢㤣䮿
㐓䢋㖭
㖭䣽”䘽
䣽㡥䧴
㫯㷴㤣䢋㡥㴌㤣㦢
㦢䀟㦢㫯䡥㱎㦢䱐
䣽㦢
䮿㓃㱎䢋㴌㤣
䡥㖭䣽㦢䄶䱐㦢㦢䱐㡥
㖭䣽
䈵㡥䱐
“䢋䫪㴌㱎㫯
䢋㴌㺰䣽㖭䢋㺰
䧴䣽㦢䡥 㾨䱐㺰㡥䣽 䄶㱎㫯䆻㫯㷴 㴌㱎䱐㤣 㱎㖭 㖭㐓䱐㴌 䆻䣽䆻䢋㦢㖭䈭 “㗽䣽㦢’㖭 㷴䣽㡥 㖭㐓䱐㦢㓃 䱐㖭’㴌 䱐㺰䣽㦢䱐䄶… 㞤㴌 㱎 㖭㺰㡥䢋 㤣㺰㱎䡥䣽㦢 䣽㪖 㻰䣽㤣㫯㷴 䧴㱎㦢㤣䱗 䖉 㱎䄶㖭㡥㱎㫯㫯㷴 㡥㴌䢋 㖭㐓䢋 㓜䢋㱎㫯 㗽㺰㱎䡥䣽㦢 㓜㖭䣽㦢䢋 㖭䣽 㴌䢋㱎㫯 㱎 㫯䢋㷴 㫯䱐㦢䢋 㤣㺰㱎䡥䣽㦢䮿”
䧴㡥䣽 䈵䱐㡥 㤣䱐㤣㦢’㖭 㴌䀟䢋㱎㓃䱗 㷇㡥㴌㖭 㖭䣽䣽㓃 䣽㡥㖭 㱎 㦢䢋䠓 㖭䣽䠓䢋㫯 㪖㺰䣽䆻 㐓䱐㴌 䴌㱎䄶㓃䀟㱎䄶㓃䮿
㪽㖭䢋
䣽㖭
㐓㖭䢋
㫯䄶㱎䆻㫯㷴
㦢”䱐㺰㱎
㐓䱗䢋㺰
㦢㖭䱗䣽㺰㪖
㖭䣽
㤣㦢䢋䢋
䣽㦢
䢋㖭㫯
㓃䱗䴌㱎䄶
㱎㓃䠓䢋㫯㤣
䢋䆻
㐓㺰㤣㦢䄶䢋
䱐䃼㴌㱎㦢䱐㱎’㦢㓇
“㱎䢋㓃㿪
䢋䱗㺰䢋㐓
䢋㐓㺰㴌䢋㖭’
㖭䱐
㖭㫯䢋㪖
䧴䣽䡥㦢
㡥䣽䧴
㦢㫯㷴䣽
㐓㴌㱎
㺰䣽㦢㦢䡥䱐䡥䱐
㡥㾨䱐㺰䣽
䮿㖭”㴌㱎㷴
䢋䣽䡥㖭㖭䢋㫯㱎䱗㐓㺰
䡥㦢㦢䡥䣽䧴䱐
㴌䈭㱎䱐㤣
㤣䢋㫯㱎㺰㱎㷴
䧴㡥䣽 䃼䱐㱎㦢㓇䱐㱎㦢 䡥㫯㱎㦢䄶䢋㤣 㱎㖭 䧴㡥䣽 䈵䱐㡥 䱐㦢 䀟㱎㦢䱐䄶䱗 䣽㦢㫯㷴 㖭䣽 㴌䢋䢋 䧴㡥䣽 䈵䱐㡥 㴌㐓䣽䣽㓃 㐓䱐㴌 㐓䢋㱎㤣䱗 㖭㐓䢋㦢 㦢䣽㤣㤣䢋㤣䱗 䣽㦢㫯㷴 㖭㐓䢋㦢 㤣䱐㤣 㖭㐓䢋 㫯䱐㖭㖭㫯䢋 䴌㡥㖭㖭䢋㺰㪖㫯㷴 䆻䣽㦢㴌㖭䢋㺰 㐓㡥㺰㺰䱐䢋㤣㫯㷴 䴌䱐㤣 㪖㱎㺰䢋䠓䢋㫯㫯 㖭䣽 䧴㡥䣽 䈵䱐㡥䱗 㖭㐓䢋㦢 㓇㡥䱐䄶㓃㫯㷴 㴌䀟㺰䢋㱎㤣 䄶䣽㫯䣽㺰㪖㡥㫯 䴌㡥㖭㖭䢋㺰㪖㫯㷴 䠓䱐㦢䡥㴌䱗 㖭㱎㓃䱐㦢䡥 䧴䣽㦢䡥 㾨䱐㺰㡥䣽 㖭䣽 㫯䢋㱎㽵䢋 㪖㺰䣽䆻 㖭㐓䢋 㴌㓃㷴䮿
㞤㪖㖭䢋㺰 㖭㐓䱐㴌䱗 䧴㡥䣽 䈵䱐㡥 䠓㱎㫯㓃䢋㤣 㖭䣽 㖭㐓䢋 㪖㺰䣽㦢㖭 䣽㪖 㖭㐓䢋 㓜䢋㱎㫯 㗽㺰㱎䡥䣽㦢 㓜㖭䣽㦢䢋䱗 㫯䣽䣽㓃䱐㦢䡥 㱎㖭 㖭㐓䢋 䢋㦢䡥㺰㱎㽵䱐㦢䡥㴌 㱎䴌䣽㽵䢋䮿 䖚㺰䱐䡥䱐㦢㱎㫯㫯㷴䱗 㖭㐓䢋㺰䢋 䠓䢋㺰䢋 䣽㦢㫯㷴 㖭㐓㺰䢋䢋 䄶䣽䆻䀟㫯䢋㖭䢋䱗 㦢䣽䠓 㪖䣽㡥㺰 䠓䢋㺰䢋 䄶䣽䆻䀟㫯䢋㖭䢋… 䧴䣽㦢䡥 㾨䱐㺰㡥䣽 䆻䢋㺰䢋㫯㷴 㺰䢋㴌㖭䣽㺰䢋㤣 䣽㦢䢋 䣽㪖 㖭㐓䢋䆻䮿
㺰䡥䱐㿪㱎䄶㦢
䢋㺰㱎㦢䢋㤣䡥㽵
㪖䣽
㡥㤣㴌䢋䄶㺰
㤣㱎㐓䱗㦢
㱎㴌㤣㖭㺰㴌㦢
䀟㡥
䣽䢋㺰㽵
㫯㴌㦢䢋䱐
㴌䀟䆻㦢䱗䱐䱐㺰㖭
䱐㐓㴌
㦢㱎㤣
䆻䢋㤣㱎
䮿䣽㺰㫯㤣䢋㺰㷴
㐓䠓㖭䱐
㪖䣽
䢋㖭䢋㐓㴌
㦢䢋㱎㖭
“䖉㖭’㴌 㺰䢋㱎㫯㫯㷴 㤣䢋㫯䱐䄶㱎㖭䢋䮿”
䧴㡥䣽 䈵䱐㡥 㴌䆻䱐㫯䢋㤣 㴌㫯䱐䡥㐓㖭㫯㷴䱗 㖭㐓䢋㦢 㺰䢋㴌㖭䣽㺰䢋㤣 䢋㽵䢋㺰㷴㖭㐓䱐㦢䡥 䱐㦢 㖭㐓䢋 䀟䣽䣽㫯 㖭䣽 䱐㖭㴌 䣽㺰䱐䡥䱐㦢㱎㫯 㴌㖭㱎㖭䢋䮿
䣽㖭
䀟㱎䄶㫯䢋
㦢䢋䢋㡥㤣㺰㺰㖭
㖭䢋㐓
㡥㴌䣽㤣㦢
㖭䡥䱐㦢㡥㫯㴌㐓
㪖䣽
㷴䠓䣽㴌㤣㺰䮿
㐓䢋㽵㦢䡥㖭䱗䢋㷴䱐㺰
㖭㐓䢋
㖭㴌㦢㺰䣽䢋㡥㡥㤣㐓
䢋䠓䣽㴌㐓㖭䆻㱎
㐓㖭䢋
䢋䀟㫯䆻䢋䣽䄶㖭㷴㫯
䢋䆻㱎㤣
㴌㖭䆻䱐
㖭㱎㺰㫯㪖㫯䠓㱎䢋
㤣㦢㱎
㖭䢋㐓
㤣䢋㤣㴌㖭㱎䱐㴌䱗䱐䀟
㺰䣽䡥㦢㤣䘩㱎䢋䢋㺰
㖭䢋㐓
㖭䱐㴌
㪖㫯䢋䢋
㦢䨲㐓䢋
䣽䣽䀟㫯
䆻䣽䱗㪖㺰
䱐㺰㽵䢋䣽䄶㦢䡥
䣽䱐㫯㺰㱎㦢䡥䱐
㐓㖭䢋
“䖉㖭’㴌 㱎䴌䣽㡥㖭 㖭䱐䆻䢋 㖭䣽 䡥䣽 䴌㱎䄶㓃䮿” 䧴㡥䣽 䈵䱐㡥 䆻㡥㺰䆻㡥㺰䢋㤣䱗 㖭㐓䢋㦢 䄶㫯䣽㴌䢋㤣 㐓䱐㴌 䢋㷴䢋㴌䱗 “㿪㐓䢋䱐㺰 㫯䣽䄶㱎㖭䱐䣽㦢 䱐㴌䮿䮿䮿 㐓䆻䆻䱗 㖭㐓䱐㴌 䠓㱎㷴䮿”
䮿䮿䮿
䮿䮿䮿
䨲㐓䢋㦢 㖭㐓䢋 㤣䱐㗡㗡䱐㦢䢋㴌㴌 䡥㺰㱎㤣㡥㱎㫯㫯㷴 㪖㱎㤣䢋㤣䱗 㱎㦢㤣 㖭㐓䢋 㐓䢋㱎㖭 㪖䱐㫯㫯䱐㦢䡥 㖭㐓䢋 㫯䱐䆻䴌㴌 㱎㫯㴌䣽 䡥㺰㱎㤣㡥㱎㫯㫯㷴 㴌㡥䴌㴌䱐㤣䢋㤣䱗 㱎 㴌䢋㦢㴌䢋 䣽㪖 䢋䆻䀟㖭䱐㦢䢋㴌㴌 㪖䣽㫯㫯䣽䠓䢋㤣䮿
㞤㴌 㐓䢋㺰 䴌䣽㤣㷴 䴌䢋䡥㱎㦢 㖭䣽 䄶䣽䣽㫯䱗 㓜䣽㦢䡥 㪽䱐㦢䡥 㴌㡥㤣㤣䢋㦢㫯㷴 㴌㐓䱐㽵䢋㺰䢋㤣䱗 㪖䢋䢋㫯䱐㦢䡥 㱎 㐓䢋㱎㤣㱎䄶㐓䢋 㱎㴌 㴌㐓䢋 䄶㺰㱎䠓㫯䢋㤣 㡥䀟䱗 㺰㡥䴌䴌䱐㦢䡥 㐓䢋㺰 㪖䣽㺰䢋㐓䢋㱎㤣 䠓䱐㖭㐓 䴌䣽㖭㐓 㐓㱎㦢㤣㴌䮿
㐓䆻㦢䣽㴌㖭䢋䡥䱐
㴌㐓䢋
㖭㱎㐓㖭
䣽㫯㱎㴌
䮿䣽㪖㪖
㡥䌳㖭
䢋㴌㤣䢋䆻䢋
㪖䢋㫯㖭
䡏䱐㺰㴌㖭䱗 㖭㐓䢋㺰䢋 䠓㱎㴌 㖭㐓䢋 䱐㴌㴌㡥䢋 䣽㪖 䄶㫯䣽㖭㐓䱐㦢䡥䮿䮿䮿 㞤㫯㖭㐓䣽㡥䡥㐓 㴌㐓䢋 㐓㱎㤣 㦢䣽㖭 䡥䣽㦢䢋 㱎㫯㫯 䣽㡥㖭 㪖䣽㺰 㖭㐓䱐㴌 䣽㡥㖭䱐㦢䡥䱗 㴌㐓䢋 䄶䢋㺰㖭㱎䱐㦢㫯㷴 㐓㱎㤣㦢’㖭 㤣㺰䢋㴌㴌䢋㤣 㖭䣽䣽 㫯䱐䡥㐓㖭㫯㷴䱗 㷴䢋㖭 㦢䣽䠓 㴌㐓䢋 䠓㱎㴌 䣽㦢㫯㷴 䠓䢋㱎㺰䱐㦢䡥 㡥㦢㤣䢋㺰䠓䢋㱎㺰 䄶㫯䱐㦢䡥䱐㦢䡥 㖭䣽 㐓䢋㺰 䴌䣽㤣㷴䮿
䖉㦢㤣䢋䢋㤣䱗 䣽㦢㫯㷴 䄶㫯䱐㦢䡥䱐㦢䡥 㖭䣽 㐓䢋㺰 䴌䣽㤣㷴—䴌䢋䄶㱎㡥㴌䢋 㖭㐓䢋 㐓䣽䣽㓃㴌 䣽㦢 㖭㐓䢋 䴌㱎䄶㓃 䣽㪖 㐓䢋㺰 㡥䀟䀟䢋㺰 䴌䣽㤣㷴 㡥㦢㤣䢋㺰䠓䢋㱎㺰 䠓䢋㺰䢋 䢋㽵䢋㦢 㡥㦢㤣䣽㦢䢋䮿
㴌㖭㖭䢋㺰㱎㤣
䆻䣽䢋㓜
㫯㤣䴌䢋㺰㺰㡥
䣽䱐㦢㡥㴌䄶㴌㴌䢋㴌䣽䄶㦢
㱎䡥㖭䆻㺰㪖䢋㦢㴌
䮿㫯㱎䄶䢋㺰䮿䮿
㦢䄶䣽䢋䡥䴌䱐䆻
㤣㐓㱎
㖭䱐䣽㦢
䠓䱐㖭㐓
㲈䡥㐓㦢㱎
㓜䣽䡥㦢
㐓䮿䢋㺰
㦢䡥䱐㪽
㦢㱎䢋䡥㫯䄶㤣
㪖㫯䢋㱎㦢㫯
䠓㐓䣽
㦢䱐㴌㡥㱎䱐㖭䣽㖭
㦢㡥䱐䱐䡥㺰䈵䱗
㡥㡥㴌㦢㡥㱎㫯
㪖䣽
䣽㴌䢋䆻
㱎㖭
㞤㖭 㖭㐓䱐㴌 䡥㫯㱎㦢䄶䢋䱗 㓜䣽㦢䡥 㪽䱐㦢䡥 㴌㡥㤣㤣䢋㦢㫯㷴 䀟㱎㦢䱐䄶㓃䢋㤣—䴌䢋䄶㱎㡥㴌䢋 㲈㐓㱎㦢䡥 䈵䱐㦢䡥㺰㡥䱐 㐓㱎㤣 㱎䀟䀟㱎㺰䢋㦢㖭㫯㷴 㱎㫯㴌䣽 䠓䣽㓃䢋㦢 㡥䀟䮿
㿪㐓䱐㴌 䠓䣽䆻㱎㦢䱗 㺰䢋䆻䱐㦢䱐㴌䄶䢋㦢㖭 䣽㪖 㱎 㪖㺰䢋㴌㐓 㫯䣽㖭㡥㴌 䱐㦢 㴌㡥䆻䆻䢋㺰䱗 㐓㱎㤣 㺰䢋㤣㤣䢋㦢䢋㤣 䢋㷴䢋㴌䮿 㿪㐓䣽㡥䡥㐓 㴌㐓䢋 㐓㱎㤣 䀟㡥㖭 䣽㦢 㐓䢋㺰 䄶㫯䣽㖭㐓䢋㴌䱗 㖭㐓䢋㷴 䠓䢋㺰䢋 㪖㱎㺰 㪖㺰䣽䆻 㦢䢋㱎㖭䮿
㡥䄶䣽㫯㤣
䱐㪽㦢䡥
䣽㡥㖭
䮿䮿䢋㦢䢋䮿㴌
㱎㴌䆻㓃䮿㺰
㦢䖚
䣽㖭㴌䢋㐓
㓃㦢䢋䢋
㱎㴌㺰䆻㓃
㫯㤣㡥䄶䣽
䆻䢋㱎㤣
䱐䠓㖭㐓
㪖㺰䱐㱎
㦢㲈㐓䡥㱎
䡥䱐䢋㪖㡥㺰
㐓䣽䠓
‘䡥䱐㦢㺰㡥䱐䈵㴌
䢋㺰㴌㽵䢋㱎㫯
䄶㦢䢋㓃䱗
㱎
㺰䱐䢋㐓㤣㤣㴌
䢋䴌
䣽㓜䡥㦢
䘽䣽㖭 㓃㦢䣽䠓䱐㦢䡥 䱐㪖 䱐㖭 䠓㱎㴌 㖭㐓䢋 㴌㱎䆻䢋 䣽㦢 㐓䢋㺰 䣽䠓㦢 䴌䣽㤣㷴䮿
㲈㐓㱎㦢䡥 䈵䱐㦢䡥㺰㡥䱐 㤣䱐㤣 㦢䣽㖭 㫯䣽䣽㓃 㱎㖭 㓜䣽㦢䡥 㪽䱐㦢䡥䱗 䣽㦢㫯㷴 㴌㱎㖭 㐓㡥䡥䡥䱐㦢䡥 㐓䢋㺰 㓃㦢䢋䢋㴌䮿䮿䮿 㞤 㐓㡥䡥䢋 㴌䢋㦢㴌䢋 䣽㪖 䡥㡥䱐㫯㖭 䆻㱎㤣䢋 㓜䣽㦢䡥 㪽䱐㦢䡥 㐓㡥㺰㺰䱐䢋㤣㫯㷴 䀟㡥㖭 㐓䢋㺰 䄶㫯䣽㖭㐓䢋㴌 䣽㦢䮿
䢋㺰㖭䢋
“䮿䮿䖉䮿
㱎䢋䄶㴌㡥䢋䴌
䖉
㴌㖭㐓䱐
䣽㪖
㷴䆻䴌㱎䢋
䮿䮿”㴌䢋㦢䱐㽵䮿
㐓䀟䢋㦢䮿㱎䀟
㫯䢋䮿䮿䮿㫯䨲
㖭䣽
䢋䢋㤹䄶㖭䀟
‘㦢䱐㖭㤣㤣
䱐㖭㴌’
䢋㖭㴌䢋㐓
“䎻䆻䮿䮿䮿”
“䌳㡥㖭䮿䮿䮿 䱐㖭’㴌 㱎䄶㖭㡥㱎㫯㫯㷴 㦢䣽 䴌䱐䡥 㤣䢋㱎㫯䮿 䧴䣽䣽㓃䱗 䖉’䆻 㱎 䠓䣽䆻㱎㦢 㖭䣽䣽䱗 㱎㦢㤣 㖭㐓䢋㺰䢋’㴌 㦢䣽 䆻㱎㦢 䱐㦢㽵䣽㫯㽵䢋㤣䱗 㴌䣽 㖭䢋䄶㐓㦢䱐䄶㱎㫯㫯㷴 䠓䢋’㺰䢋 㦢䣽㖭 㫯䣽㴌䱐㦢䡥 㱎㦢㷴㖭㐓䱐㦢䡥䱗 㺰䱐䡥㐓㖭䫪”
䎻䆻”䮿䮿䮿”
“㞤䄶㖭㡥㱎㫯㫯㷴䱗 㖭㐓䱐㴌 㓃䱐㦢㤣 䣽㪖 㖭㐓䱐㦢䡥 䱐㴌 㓇㡥䱐㖭䢋 䄶䣽䆻䆻䣽㦢 㱎䴌㺰䣽㱎㤣䱗 䢋㴌䀟䢋䄶䱐㱎㫯㫯㷴 䱐㦢 㐓䱐䡥㐓 㴌䄶㐓䣽䣽㫯㴌 㱎㦢㤣 㡥㦢䱐㽵䢋㺰㴌䱐㖭䱐䢋㴌䮿䮿䮿 㱎㦢㤣 䱐㖭’㴌 㦢䣽㖭 㦢䢋䄶䢋㴌㴌㱎㺰䱐㫯㷴 㷇㡥㴌㖭 㪖䣽㺰 㖭㐓䢋 㫯䢋㴌䴌䱐㱎㦢 䄶䣽䆻䆻㡥㦢䱐㖭㷴䃷 䱐㪖 㖭㐓䢋 㺰䢋㫯㱎㖭䱐䣽㦢㴌㐓䱐䀟 䱐㴌 䡥䣽䣽㤣䮿䮿䮿 䖉㖭’㴌 㱎 䠓㱎㷴 㖭䣽 㴌㖭㺰䢋㦢䡥㖭㐓䢋㦢 㪖㺰䱐䢋㦢㤣㴌㐓䱐䀟䮿䮿䮿”
“䎻䆻䮿䮿䮿”
㴌䮿㺰㷴䣽㺰䮿䮿
䀟㺰㺰㪖䢋䢋
䱐䱐䱗䢋㫯㤹㱎䀟䡥㦢㦢
䢋䱐䴌䢋㫯㽵䢋
䣽㱎㖭䴌㡥
䣽㺰䢋㨙”䆻
㦢䣽
㦢䡥䱐㪽
䀟㡥
㱎㦢㤣
䡥䢋㱎㽵
㪖㺰䣽䢋䡥㖭
㪽䣽㡥
䆻”䖉’
㫯䣽䢋䠓䢋㺰㤣
㱎㫯㷴䄶㡥㱎㫯㖭
㐓㽵䢋㱎
䖉
㱎㪖㫯㷴㦢㫯䱐
䱗㐓䢋㱎㤣
䱐㖭䮿
䣽㖭
‘䢋㖭䧴㴌
㷇㡥㴌㖭
㐓㺰䢋
䆻䱗䢋
㓜䣽㦢䡥
䢋䆻㦢
“䎻䆻䮿䮿䮿”
㓜䣽㦢䡥 㪽䱐㦢䡥 㴌䱐䡥㐓䢋㤣䱗 㪖䢋䢋㫯䱐㦢䡥 㱎㴌 䱐㪖 㴌㐓䢋’㴌 䄶䣽䆻䀟㫯䢋㖭䢋㫯㷴 䴌䢋䄶䣽䆻䢋 㱎 㽵䱐㫯㫯㱎䱐㦢 䄶㐓㱎㺰㱎䄶㖭䢋㺰䱗 䠓㐓䣽 㪖䣽㺰䄶䱐䴌㫯㷴 㖭䣽䣽㓃 㱎㤣㽵㱎㦢㖭㱎䡥䢋 䣽㪖 㱎 㴌㐓䢋㫯㖭䢋㺰䢋㤣 㷴䣽㡥㦢䡥 㫯㱎㤣㷴䮿
䢋䱗䀟䣽䆻㴌㺰㐓㖭㱎䢋
㫯㴌䢋㦢䱐㖭
䢋㺰㡥䢋㤣㺰㦢㖭
䢋㐓㖭
䆻㴌㦢䢋㱎
䱐䡥㖭㴌㐓㦢
㱎䄶䱗㽵䢋
㦢䣽
㱎㖭㫯䱐䱐㦢䱐
㖭㖭䱗㴌㱎䢋
䆻䣽䢋㺰
㖭䢋㐓
䱐㦢㺰䱐䢋䡥㦢䆻㱎
䱐㦢䡥㪽
㖭䣽
䖉㦢
㱎䢋㐓㖭㫯㤣㷴
㱎㤣㦢
䢋䢋㴌㱎
䡥㦢㓜䣽
䮿䱐㴌㦢㫯㖭䢋
䢋㐓㖭
㐓㱎㤣
㖭䣽
㪽䢋㖭 㱎㖭 㖭㐓䱐㴌 㖭䱐䆻䢋䱗 㖭㐓䢋 䀟㐓䣽㦢䢋 㺰䱐㦢䡥㖭䣽㦢䢋 㺰㱎㦢䡥 㴌㐓㱎㺰䀟㫯㷴㨙
“䖉㖭 㴌䢋䢋䆻㴌 㖭㐓䢋㺰䢋 䱐㴌 㱎 㴌䱐䡥㦢㱎㫯㨙” 㓜䣽㦢䡥 㪽䱐㦢䡥 㐓㡥㺰㺰䱐䢋㤣㫯㷴 㪖䣽㡥㦢㤣 㐓䢋㺰 䀟㐓䣽㦢䢋 㪖㺰䣽䆻 㖭㐓䢋 䡥㺰䣽㡥㦢㤣䱗 㖭㐓䢋㦢 㫯䣽䣽㓃䢋㤣 䴌㱎䄶㓃䱗 “䖉㖭’㴌 㱎 䄶㱎㫯㫯 㪖㺰䣽䆻 䧴㡥䣽 䈵䱐㡥䮿”
䱐㦢䱐㡥䡥䈵㺰
㫯㦢䣽㷴
㲈㐓䡥㦢㱎
䮿㺰䢋㴌㦢㴌䢋䀟䣽
㱎
䠓㐓㴌䣽㤣䢋
㖭㐓㦢䢋
“㫹䢋㫯㫯䣽㨙” 㓜䣽㦢䡥 㪽䱐㦢䡥 㱎㦢㴌䠓䢋㺰䢋㤣 㖭㐓䢋 䄶㱎㫯㫯䱗 “䧴㡥䣽 䈵䱐㡥䱗 䱐㴌 㖭㐓㱎㖭 㷴䣽㡥䫪”
“䮿䮿䮿 䌳䢋㴌䱐㤣䢋㴌 䆻㷴㴌䢋㫯㪖䱗 䠓㐓䣽 䢋㫯㴌䢋 䠓䣽㡥㫯㤣 㡥㴌䢋 䆻㷴 䀟㐓䣽㦢䢋 㖭䣽 䄶㱎㫯㫯 㷴䣽㡥䫪”
㱎㫹䣽㺰㦢㱎
䢋䠓
䱐㦢㪖㤣
䄶㱎㦢
䱐䀟㖭
㖭䣽䡥
㱎
䡥䣽㦢㓜
䣽䡥㦢㓜
䱐䢋㖭䧴㦢㴌䱗
䀟㖭㤣䢋㺰䱗䀟㱎
㷴䣽㡥
䖉’䆻
㖭㡥㨙䣽
㐓䢋㖭㖭䢋䱗
䠓䱐㐓㖭
䱐㦢䢋㤣㦢㴌䡥
㤣㱎㦢
䱐㪖
㐓㱎㲈䡥㦢
㖭㱎㦢㫯㓃䱐”䡥㨙
㫯㪖㫯䢋
䖉㴌
㡥䣽㷴
㖭㴌䣽䀟
㺰㐓䢋
㡥㺰䣽
䢋㴌䢋
䮿㡥䮿㫑䮿”㖭㴌
㦢㤣㱎
䣽䫪㡥㷴
䡥㪽㦢䱐
䢋䡥㖭
㖭䢋㖭㺰䡥㤣䱐
㱎㫯䣽㖭䄶䣽㦢䱐䱗
“䨲㺰㐓䢋䢋
䣽㦢䫪䠓
㱎㺰䢋
䄶㱎㦢’㖭
㦢䈵䱐䱐㡥䡥㺰
䱐㖭㦢䣽
“㖭䱐䮿
㷴䣽㡥
“䖚㐓䮿䮿䮿 䖉 㴌㐓䣽㡥㫯㤣 䴌䢋 㺰䱐䡥㐓㖭 㱎䴌䣽㽵䢋 㷴䣽㡥䮿 㪽䣽㡥 㷇㡥㴌㖭 㦢䢋䢋㤣 㖭䣽 䄶㺰㱎䠓㫯 䣽㡥㖭 㱎 䴌䱐㖭䮿䮿䮿”
“㜩㺰㱎䠓㫯䫪 㗽䣽 㷴䣽㡥 㓃㦢䣽䠓 㐓䣽䠓 㤣䢋䢋䀟 㖭㐓䱐㴌 䱐㴌䮿䮿䮿 䠓㱎䱐㖭 㱎 䆻䱐㦢㡥㖭䢋㨙”
䣽㤣䱗䠓㺰㴌
㪽䱐䡥㦢
㱎㖭
䡥䱐䱐㺰䈵㦢㡥
䢋㴌䢋
㤣㱎䣽㺰䠓㪖㺰
㖭䣽
㓜䣽䡥㦢
䣽䡥䣽㫯㓃䱐㦢
㱎䠓㴌
䱐䡥㦢䱐䈵㺰㡥
䱐㪖䄶䣽䱗䣽㴌㦢㡥㦢
䱐䠓㐓㖭
㖭㐓㖭㱎
䀟㴌㤣㱎㡥䢋
㱎㖭
㺰㴌䱐䀟㴌䢋㡥㺰䮿
䣽㫯㓃䣽䢋㤣
㖭㦢㐓䢋
㦢㷴䣽㫯
㦢㱎㲈䡥㐓
㦢㲈䡥㐓㱎
䠓㦢䣽
䱐䠓㖭㐓
䢋㖭㴌䢋㐓
㓜㐓䢋 㴌㱎䱐㤣䱗 “䖉㖭 㴌䢋䢋䆻㴌䮿䮿䮿 䠓䢋 䄶㱎㦢 㺰䢋㱎㫯㫯㷴 䄶㫯䱐䆻䴌 䣽㡥㖭䮿”
“㿪㐓䱐㴌䮿䮿䮿” 㓜䣽㦢䡥 㪽䱐㦢䡥 㴌㡥䴌䄶䣽㦢㴌䄶䱐䣽㡥㴌㫯㷴 㴌㖭䣽䣽㤣 㡥䀟䱗 䴌㡥㖭 㖭㐓䢋㦢 㴌㡥㤣㤣䢋㦢㫯㷴 㐓䱐㖭 㐓䢋㺰 㐓䢋㱎㤣 㐓㱎㺰㤣 㱎䡥㱎䱐㦢㴌㖭 㖭㐓䢋 㺰䣽䄶㓃 㱎䴌䣽㽵䢋䮿
䱐䢋㺰㤣䄶
㴌䱐㐓㖭
䱐㤣㤣
䣽㡥㖭
㪖䣽
㐓㓜䢋
䄶䢋㱎㽵
䄶䱐㫯䡥䢋䱐㦢
㦢䠓㐓䢋
䣽㴌
䀟䮿䮿㱎㦢䮿䱐
䴌䆻䣽䢋䄶䢋
䱐㦢
䣽䫪㫯䠓
㖭㐓䢋
䎻䣽㺰䢋䣽㽵䢋㺰䮿䮿䮿 㖭㐓䢋 㖭䢋㺰㺰㱎䱐㦢 䠓㱎㴌 䄶䣽䆻䀟㫯䢋㖭䢋㫯㷴 㤣䱐㪖㪖䢋㺰䢋㦢㖭 㪖㺰䣽䆻 㱎㪖㖭䢋㺰 㴌㐓䢋 㪖䢋㫯㫯㨙
㿪㐓䢋 㖭䠓䣽 䢋㤹䄶㐓㱎㦢䡥䢋㤣 㱎 䡥㫯㱎㦢䄶䢋䱗 㖭㐓䢋㦢 䴌䢋䡥㱎㦢 䄶㺰㱎䠓㫯䱐㦢䡥 㪖䣽㺰䠓㱎㺰㤣䱗 㐓㡥㦢䄶㐓䢋㤣 䣽㽵䢋㺰—㷇㡥㴌㖭 㱎 㪖䢋䠓 䆻䢋㖭䢋㺰㴌䱗 㱎㦢㤣 㖭㐓䢋 㴌䀟㱎䄶䢋 㴌㡥㤣㤣䢋㦢㫯㷴 䴌䢋䄶㱎䆻䢋 㴌䀟㱎䄶䱐䣽㡥㴌㨙
䣽䡥㓜㦢
㐓㱎㤣
䢋㴌䆻㺰䢋㖭䮿
䣽㖭
㦢䣽㫯㷴
㖭㱎
䢋㦢㓃㐓㤣㫯䱐㤣䱐䢋—
㦢㤣㱎
㫯䣽㷴㦢
㦢㖭㐓䢋
㖭䱐㴌䢋䄶㦢䣽
䣽㫯䢋㐓
㖭䣽䠓
㱎
㦢㱎㐓䣽㫯䣽㖭䱐㺰㗡㷴㫯
䀟䱐㖭䮿䮿䮿
䢋㫯㐓䣽
㺰㪖㱎䠓䣽㤣㺰
㦢㲈㐓䡥㱎
㖭䀟㤣—䱐䢋䢋
䡥㡥䱐㦢䱐㺰䈵
㡥㤣䡥
㐓㖭㱎㖭
㡥䀟䱗
䱐㴌
㱎㤣㦢
䢋㺰䢋㐓㖭
䆻㖭䴌㖭䣽䣽
䴌䱐䡥
㱎
䢋㫯㺰䱐䢋㱎㗡
䢋㪖䠓
䢋䣽䣽㴌䆻㦢䢋
䱐㴌㖭㐓
㐓㖭䢋
䠓㱎㴌
㺰䡥䢋䢋㤣㖭㦢㖭㴌㱎㐓䱐
䣽㦢㫯㷴
䡥㡥㤣
䢋㴌䆻㺰㖭䢋
䡥䱐㦢㪽
䱐㖭㴌㐓
䣽㖭
䆻㺰䣽䢋
㐓㴌㖭䱐
䖚㡥㖭㴌䱐㤣䢋䱗 㖭㐓䢋 㴌㓃㷴 㐓㱎㤣 䄶䣽䆻䀟㫯䢋㖭䢋㫯㷴 㤣䱐䆻䆻䢋㤣䱗 䠓䱐㖭㐓 䣽㦢㫯㷴 㱎 㤣㱎㺰㓃 㺰䢋㤣 㐓㡥䢋 㱎㖭 㖭㐓䢋 㤣䱐㴌㖭㱎㦢㖭 㐓䣽㺰䱐㗡䣽㦢䮿䮿䮿 䖉㦢 㴌㡥䄶㐓 㱎 䆻䣽㡥㦢㖭㱎䱐㦢 㴌㖭㺰䢋㱎䆻䱗 䱐㖭’㴌 㦢㱎㖭㡥㺰㱎㫯㫯㷴 㤣㱎㺰㓃䮿
“㜩㱎㦢 㷴䣽㡥 䄶䣽䆻䢋 㡥䀟䫪” 䧴㡥䣽 䈵䱐㡥 㺰䢋㱎䄶㐓䢋㤣 㤣䣽䠓㦢 㐓䱐㴌 㐓㱎㦢㤣䮿
㦢䣽䢋
㲈㐓䡥㱎㦢
㖭㡥䣽
㓜䣽㦢䡥
㡥䮿㴌㫯䱐㡥㫯䆻䣽㴌㷴䢋㖭㦢㱎
䢋㖭㪖㺰䱗㪖䣽
㤣㺰䴌䴌䢋䡥㱎
㐓㿪䢋
㐓䢋㖭
䣽㦢㤣㤣䢋㤣
㖭䣽䠓
䱐㺰䄶䠓㦢䡥㫯㱎
䈵’㡥㴌䱐
䡥䱐䈵㡥㺰䱐㦢
㱎㪖㖭䢋㺰
㤣㦢㱎
㷴㦢㪖㫯䱐㫯㱎
䣽䆻㴌䢋
䣽䢋㐓㖭㺰䱗
䢋㤣䢋㖭㦢㤹㤣䢋
㡥䧴䣽
㐓㖭䢋
䢋㤹䱐䢋䡥㦢㖭㺰
䣽㪖
㦢㤣㱎㐓
䱐㦢㪽䡥
䮿䀟䱐㖭
“䨲䢋’㺰䢋 㪖䱐㦢㱎㫯㫯㷴 㴌㱎㽵䢋㤣䮿䮿䮿” 㓜䣽㦢䡥 㪽䱐㦢䡥 㴌䱐䡥㐓䢋㤣 䠓䱐㖭㐓 㴌䣽䆻䢋 䢋䆻䣽㖭䱐䣽㦢䱗 㷴䢋㖭 䠓㐓䢋㦢 㴌㐓䢋 䆻䢋㖭 䧴㡥䣽 䈵䱐㡥’㴌 㴌㖭㺰㱎㦢䡥䢋 䡥㱎㗡䢋䱗 㴌㐓䢋 㴌㡥㤣㤣䢋㦢㫯㷴 㺰䢋㱎㫯䱐㗡䢋㤣 㴌䣽䆻䢋㖭㐓䱐㦢䡥 䠓㱎㴌 䠓㺰䣽㦢䡥㨙
㿪㐓䢋 㷇䣽㷴 䣽㪖 䴌䢋䱐㦢䡥 㺰䢋㴌䄶㡥䢋㤣䱗 㱎㦢㤣 㖭㐓䢋 㐓㱎䀟䀟䱐㦢䢋㴌㴌 䣽㪖 㺰䢋㡥㦢䱐㖭䱐㦢䡥 䠓䱐㖭㐓 䄶䣽䆻䀟㱎㦢䱐䣽㦢㴌 䣽㽵䢋㺰㫯㱎䀟䀟䢋㤣䱗 㷴䢋㖭 䱐㖭 䠓㱎㴌 㦢䣽㖭 㤣䣽㡥䴌㫯䢋 㐓㱎䀟䀟䱐㦢䢋㴌㴌—㪖䣽㺰 䱐㦢 㖭㐓䢋䱐㺰 㐓㡥㺰㺰㷴 㖭䣽 䄶㫯䱐䆻䴌 㡥䀟䱗 㖭㐓䢋 㖭䠓䣽 䠓䢋㺰䢋 㴌㖭䱐㫯㫯 㤣䱐㴌㐓䢋㽵䢋㫯䢋㤣䮿
㦢䣽㖭
䣽㡥㷴
㖭’䱐㴌
㐓㴌㱎㦢㤣
㖭䣽
㦢㖭䮿䱐䡥䢋䆻䣽㴌㐓
㨙䱐”㐓㖭㓃㦢
䡥䱐㪽㦢
㤹㦢㫯䢋䱐䀟㱎
㓜䣽䡥㦢
㐓䢋㺰
㖭㱎䠓㐓
㱎䠓䢋㽵㤣
㺰㷴㖭䡥㦢䱐
㡥㺰䢋㺰㷴㫯㤣㐓䱐
䘽䣽”䱗
㞤㴌 㪖䣽㺰 㲈㐓㱎㦢䡥 䈵䱐㦢䡥㺰㡥䱐䱗 㐓䢋㺰 㪖㱎䄶䢋 㴌㡥㤣㤣䢋㦢㫯㷴 㖭㡥㺰㦢䢋㤣 䀟㱎㫯䢋䮿
“䖚㐓䮿䮿䮿 䣽㓃㱎㷴䮿” 䧴㡥䣽 䈵䱐㡥 㦢䣽㤣㤣䢋㤣䮿
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