Chapter 1109: Chapter 153: Please Take Me With You Too
Creak——yaa——!
As the bathroom door slowly opened, a chill spread out.
At the same time, a withered hand, with finger bones like twigs, suddenly reached out and grabbed the door.
The maid took a small step back and looked down.
The hand slowly pulled the door inward. In the dim light, a face with sunken cheeks slowly rose… white-haired and aged.
The maid could clearly see the nearly hopeless look in her eyes.
“Oh, Ms. Nero, are you alright?” the maid asked softly.
“You… try it… twenty days… only drinking water… see for yourself…”
“It was my oversight.” The maid sincerely apologized at that moment, “I’m really sorry, just wait a bit, I’ll quickly prepare some food to help you recover your body.”
After speaking, the maid hurried off, looking very much like someone eager to make amends for a mistake.
Seeing this, Nero could only crawl out bit by bit… For ordinary people fasting for seven or eight days, just maintaining with water would have been deadly long ago… being able to endure to this point is certainly thanks to this well-trained body.
Yet even so, the pain Nero had to endure daily during this time increased exponentially—her injuries needed to be regularly suppressed with medication. Without it, she could only endure it, which was an enormous burden on her body.
Moreover, while this body was indeed well-trained, the consumption required by such a body was a staggering value on its own.
…
In the hall, Da Zhe placed the dejected Tai Yinzi on the ground—ever since he’d been picked up, Tai Yinzi had been in this state.
At this moment, he seemed resigned, dejectedly sitting by the foot of a coffee table, his eyes vacant as he stared at the old phonograph in the corner.
“Da Zhe… is it?”
“Hmm, yes.” Da Zhe nodded, leaning forward and asking, “Brother, what is it you need?”
Tai Yinzi raised his paw, pointing at the old phonograph in the corner, “Inside the cabinet, count from the left, take out the ninth disc, there’s another one, a duplicate that I specially hid, can you help me to play it?”
“Uh… should be no problem.”
Da Zhe thought for a moment, neither the boss nor the maid had warned him not to mess with things here—of course, Da Zhe wasn’t usually one to mess with things either.
Thinking it should be no big deal to play a song on the phonograph, he agreed readily, curiously asking, “By the way, brother, what made you suddenly want to listen to music?”
Tai Yinzi looked at Da Zhe as if he had nothing left to live for, his voice low and weathered, “In life, I was considered a respectable person… At death’s door, it’s not too much to ask for things I liked, is it? Even death row inmates get a last, hearty meal.”
“Brother, what have you done exactly…” Da Zhe shook his head.
But being the type who follows through on what he’s agreed to, he still headed toward the phonograph.
Tai Yinzi sighed at this moment, watching Da Zhe squat down to search for the record, “To be honest with you, I was indeed a respectable person, the general manager of a major project at a club.”
“Is it this one?” Da Zhe pulled out a vinyl as instructed by Tai Yinzi and took out a record from its sleeve, “But there’s only one? Didn’t you say there was another one inside?”
Tai Yinzi paused, seemingly wanting to say something, but eventually only sighed, looking at Da Zhe, “My birthday is the seventeenth of the fourth month on the lunar calendar. My favorite food is osmanthus cake from Luoyang Baifangzhai, though it’s probably hard to find now, so the kind sold in supermarkets will do… also Happy Water, don’t know if they have that down below, it’d be best to burn a few boxes if they do. Oh, and if Straw Hat King ends, remember to burn me a copy, but if the ending includes the author saying something like new challenges await, the adventure never ends, then no need, just burn the author instead…”
Listening to Tai Yinzi’s endless list of requests, Da Zhe grew increasingly curious about what this previously respectable black soul envoy had done… does it refer to the Penglai Treasury?
At this moment, strange noises came from the corridor. Although Tai Yinzi prattled on as if no one were there, pletely unconcerned… Da Zhe curiously looked over and saw a woman, like a dried corpse wrapped in a bath towel, slowly crawling out of the corridor.
Da Zhe vaguely remembered this seemed to be the one locked in the bathroom before he left?
He glanced at Nero now and then at Tai Yinzi’s current state… At the same time, a memory of Wang Hu’s excrement-covered situation flashed through his mind, sending a shiver down his spine—he heard footsteps ing from the kitchen.
Almost without thinking, as if by instinct, Da Zhe hastily stuffed the record back into its sleeve and placed it properly before quickly returning to the sofa, sitting upright.
A strong survival instinct even drove Da Zhe to reveal a stiff smile, “Ms. You Ye, are you done?”
The maid lifted the curtain and walked out, holding a tray.
She noticed how straight Da Zhe was sitting and found it a bit strange, “Mr. Da Zhe, are you warm?”
“Warm? Not really? Oh… maybe just finished exercising? Wasn’t I just in a fight at the Penglai Treasury…” Da Zhe absentmindedly wiped his forehead… when did he start sweating?
“There’s fresh ice water at the counter,” the maid smiled slightly, “Just rest for a while.”
Da Zhe nodded stiffly.
The maid then seemed oblivious to Tai Yinzi, heading instead to Nero, gently placing a plate of food from the tray in front of her.
“Ms. Nero, I carefully prepared this food for you; it will replenish the nutrients you’ve been lacking… please enjoy.”
A bowl of calorie-exploding concoction.
The maid gracefully left—tray in hand, she headed toward the study.
Da Zhe glanced at the maid’s departing figure, then at the dish in front of Nero—Nero still lay lifelessly, weakly on the ground, with the food right before her… on the floor.
Suddenly, he felt a sense of malice from the maid, but at this moment, Nero slowly extended her tongue toward the food on the dish.
Da Zhe’s eyes widened, his lips parted, feeling his breath quicken uncontrollably.
Don’t eat!! Don’t eat!!
If you eat, you’ll lose your dignity!! Hold on!!
Finally, Nero’s tongue reached the food on the plate, and she lost her dignity.
…
Knock, knock—!
The sound of knocking.
When You Ye entered the study, Luo Qiu was crouched on the corner of the sofa, gently bing the hair on Luo Ya’s face, a gentle look in his eyes.
At this moment, Luo Ya lay on the sofa, seemingly asleep.
“Master.”
Luo Qiu turned around and made a small gesture for silence.
The maid nodded, softened her footsteps, silently placed the tray and tea down, then came to Luo Qiu’s side.
“She must be very tired,” the maid said, gazing at the little girl’s delicate face, “I’ll tidy up a room for her later.”
Luo Qiu nodded, then took off his coat.
The maid then stepped behind, helping to remove the coat and drape it over Luo Ya.
“You always manage to guess what I’m thinking of doing.”
The maid turned her head back and smiled lightly.
Luo Qiu waved his hand towards Luo Ya, the air shimmered, and the entire sofa was enveloped by an invisible barrier—afterwards, Luo Qiu returned to his desk and sat down. “By the way, how is Ms. Nero?”
“No serious issues,” the maid responded calmly.
Luo Qiu simply nodded without inquiring further. He looked up, gazing at You Ye, and suddenly said, “Calafal.”
Beside the desk, as the maid poured flower tea for Luo Qiu, she suddenly paused. At the same time, the steaming tea was about to overflow.
This wasn’t because the maid was distracted, but because she was momentarily frozen.
“As expected…”
Luo Qiu’s fingertip lightly tapped the table, and the falling tea droplets also came to a halt—he closed his eyes at this moment.
In the club, everything seemed to turn black and white. Da Zhe sat solemnly still, Nero, who had been burying her face in her plate of food, also stopped, and Tai Yinzi still looked down, motionless.
Luo Qiu sighed softly, stood up, and left the study alone.
Soon after, he reached the lowest level of the club, opening a door that only he could enter. Everything here was unchanged from the last time he left—Luo Qiu walked to the front of the altar.
The altar began to rise slowly at this moment, and the pillar, already inlaid with gold and silver cards, gradually emerged. Luo Qiu circled it twice.
He suddenly stopped, “This isn’t good really, if there isn’t even a single person I can talk to.”
The place was deathly silent, only Luo Qiu’s voice echoed.
“Except for freedom.” Luo Qiu looked at the altar before him, his expression devoid of emotion, “I can do anything I want to, right?”
…
The pillar on the altar slowly, slowly descended.
Luo Qiu watched it, took two steps back, turned around, and left the room where the altar was, returning to the study once again.
As he sat down, everything flowed once more, the flower tea still steaming, its calming floral scent spreading. Luo Qiu looked at You Ye’s profile… Finally, You Ye tilted her wrist, adjusted the teapot, and a cup of tea, filled to eight-tenths full, was pleted.
“I picked it fresh before going out, Master, have a taste.” She brought the cup of tea over, walking to Luo Qiu’s side, and placed the cup down with no change in her expression.
Luo Qiu couldn’t help but stretch out his hand, gently touching You Ye’s cheek… The maid was taken aback.
“Master?”
The maid thus turned around.
Luo Qiu at this moment leaned into the maid’s embrace, like a child, seemingly wanting to seek something.
His ear rested against the maid’s body, as if trying to listen to something.
She said nothing, just closed her eyes, gently cradling her master’s head.
Embraced each other like this.
…
For a long time.
Only then did Luo Qiu take a deep breath, released You Ye, and apologized, “I think I lost my posure.”
“Did something unpleasant happen to Master?” You Ye shook her head, her understanding entirely surpassing her decorum… but only for this particular master.
“I was just…” Luo Qiu seemed to return to normal, looking at You Ye, his eyes different from before, “I suddenly felt like hugging you, and I thought, you probably wouldn’t reject me… now it seems, indeed, I wasn’t rejected.”
Too many vows of obedience weren’t necessary, the maid merely took Luo Qiu’s palm at this moment, placing it on her chest, pressing gently, and softly said, “You Ye, belongs only to you.”
“As long as, I’m still the owner of this shop?” Luo Qiu suddenly asked.
The maid replied, “If… please take me away too.”
One day, someday, before this swelling emotion that surged from my heart at this moment pletely fades away, I can truly… fall in love with you.
“Stay with me a little while longer.”
…
…
The clock on the wall swung back and forth, the ticking sounds filled every space of the hall.
When You Ye left, she took Luo Ya with her to arrange a new room for her.
Luo Qiu walked out of the study.
Nero had already finished all the food on the plate, even licked it clean, now leaning against the counter, gazing blankly at the ceiling, but her aura seemed a bit better.
Seeing the boss e out, Da Zhe opened his mouth to greet, but Luo Qiu gestured for him to stop.
He walked over to Nero’s side—even though she ate the food on the plate cleanly, with no food crumbs on her face, a slight grease stain remained.
“I’m truly sorry.”
Acpanied by Luo Qiu’s voice, Nero’s body was rapidly recovering to its previous state—not a bit more, nor a bit less.
Her injuries were still present.
Luo Qiu took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the grease from her face himself, “For the next transaction, I’ll give Ms. Nero a suitable discount… I’m sorry, I can only offer this kind of pensation.”
Nero’s eyelashes fluttered slightly; looking at Luo Qiu, she suddenly said, “Boss, with how good you are to me, aren’t you afraid that one day your maid will quietly erase me in every sense?”
“Ms. Nero jests,” Luo Qiu smiled, “how could we ever harm a guest… even any unintended damage caused, we’ll pensate immediately.”
Nero chuckled.
She leaned towards Luo Qiu’s ear, whispering, “To survive, I can do anything, you know.”
“That is your personal freedom, Ms. Nero.”
“Well then.” At this moment, Nero squinted, “I still feel unsafe, so… from now on, I’ll sell myself. I’ll sell myself to bee yours. Can’t reject that, right? The customer’s request… also, you did say, you’d give me a discount.”
…
Beside them, Tai Yinzi suddenly moved slightly, looking at Nero with pity… how naive she was to think this would solve the problem?
Guessing she didn’t know the terror under the rule of the black maid!
䌤㮄㤜䍚㷷㪁䫅㲬
蘆
䈓㑔㪁’䍚䶥
㪁䍚䶥㑔
㺓䗛䈓
㷷㗒㱺㱺㷷㮄䍚䍚㺓䈓—㮄
䍚㑔㺓㓓㗒㗒
路
㲬㲬䮸䈓㝤䫅䑑㝤㪁㺓䊆
擄
䑑䑑䫅
盧
㪁㲬㝤
㮄㷿㪁㓓䑑
爐
露
㝿䍚䑑䍚
㺓
虜
虜
盧
䊆㑔㝤䫅䫅㝿
㤜㑔㾈㪁
䈓㞢䫅
㪁㲃
㞢㑔㝤䍚䍚
老
㞢㝤䍚
䗛䫅㝤㞢
䍚㮄㤜㤜㑔䍚
㺓䍚䍚䌤㑔
㱺㪁㩽
䍚㺓㪁䊆䈓㗒㑔㲬
䫅㱺㨪
䫅䑑䍚䫅㲬䈓
䫱㲃 䊆㪁䈓䈓䫅㮄㗒䍚䮸 㩽㱺㪁 㨪䫅㱺 䑑䫅䑑 㲬㪁㝤 䗛䫅䈓㞢 㲃㪁㑔 㝤㞢䍚 ‘䶥䍚㑔㪁 䢡䫅䈓䫅㪁㲬’ 㝤㪁 㮄䍚 㗒㪁䈓㝤 䘄㱺䈓㝤 㗒䫅䙝䍚 㝤㞢㺓㝤㷿
㐊㪁䗛䍚䦅䍚㑔䮸 㮄㺓䈓䍚䑑 㪁㲬 㝤㞢䍚 㷷㗒㱺㮄’䈓 㤜㪁䈓㝤 㮄㺓䈓䫅㷷 㝤㑔㺓㲬䈓㺓㷷㝤䫅㪁㲬 䊆㑔䫅㲬㷷䫅䊆㗒䍚䈓㷿㷿㷿 䈓䫅㲬㷷䍚 㝤㞢䍚 䌤㱺䍚䈓㝤 㤜㺓䑑䍚 㺓 㑔䍚䆂㱺䍚䈓㝤䮸 㺓䈓 㗒㪁㲬䌤 㺓䈓 㝤㞢䍚 䊆㑔䫅㷷䍚 㷷㪁㱺㗒䑑 㮄䍚 䊆㺓䫅䑑䮸 㝤㞢䍚 㝤㑔㺓㲬䈓㺓㷷㝤䫅㪁㲬 䗛㪁㱺㗒䑑 㮄䍚 㝤㑔䫅䌤䌤䍚㑔䍚䑑㷿
㪁㽫㱺
㲬㪁䫅㝤
㮄㱺㝤
㗒䍚䫅—䦅䍚㝤㗒
㲬㷷㷿㞢䍚䌤㺓
㝤㞢㺓㝤
㑔㪁
䊆㪁㑔䗛䍚
䍚㞢㝤
䍚䗛㞢㞢㝤䍚㑔
䑑䍚䈓㲬㗒䍚䈓
㪁㷷㲬䫅㑔㺓㝤㲬䈓䮸㺓㝤䈓
䍚䈓㺓㑔䍚㷷㞢
䗛㗒䫅㗒
䫅㗒䗛㗒
㷷㲬䍚㪁
䫅䗛㲬㗒㗒䫅䌤
㗒㺓㲃㗒
㝤䮸㪁㲬
㑔䍚䍚䦅㲬
㴨㞢䫅䈓 㤜䫅䌤㞢㝤 㮄䍚 䊆㺓㑔㝤 㪁㲃 㝤㞢䍚 㗒㪁䈓㝤 㲃㑔䍚䍚䑑㪁㤜㷿㷿㷿 㺓 㲃䍚䍚㗒䫅㲬䌤 㪁㲃 㮄䍚䫅㲬䌤 㮄䍚㓓㪁㲬䑑 㪁㲬䍚’䈓 㷷㪁㲬㝤㑔㪁㗒㷿
㩽㱺㪁 㨪䫅㱺 䙝㲬䍚䗛 㝤㞢㺓㝤 㝤㞢䍚 㤜㪁㤜䍚㲬㝤 㤜䫅䌤㞢㝤 㷷㪁㤜䍚 䆂㱺䫅㷷䙝㗒㓓䮸 㮄㱺㝤 䫅㝤 㷷㪁㱺㗒䑑 㺓㗒䈓㪁 㮄䍚 䦅䍚㑔㓓 㗒㺓㝤䍚䮸 㓓䍚㝤 䫅㝤 䗛㪁㱺㗒䑑 㷷䍚㑔㝤㺓䫅㲬㗒㓓 㺓㑔㑔䫅䦅䍚—㝤㞢䍚 㤜㪁䈓㝤 㗒䫅䙝䍚㗒㓓 䈓㷷䍚㲬㺓㑔䫅㪁 䗛㺓䈓 㝤㞢㺓㝤 㞢䍚 䗛㪁㱺㗒䑑 㮄䍚㷷㪁㤜䍚 㗒䫅䙝䍚 㝤㞢䍚 䊆㑔䍚䦅䫅㪁㱺䈓 㪁䗛㲬䍚㑔䮸 㱺㗒㝤䫅㤜㺓㝤䍚㗒㓓 㗒㪁䈓䫅㲬䌤 䫅㲬㝤䍚㑔䍚䈓㝤 䫅㲬 㺓㗒㗒 㤜㺓㝤㝤䍚㑔䈓㷿
㑔䍚䊆
㝤䈓䘄㱺
䧞䈓
䌤䍚䫅䦅
㝤㪁
䈓䮸䊆䊆㑔䍚㪁㱺
㱺㓓㪁
㓓㪁㱺
㷷㱺䈓㗒’㮄
䍚㝤㞢
㑔䦅䗛㞢䍚㝤㺓䍚
䫅㤜䍚㷿㞢䌤㝤㪁㲬䈓
㺓䍚䦅㞢
䮸㲬㝤㺓䗛
㽫㪁㱺 䗛䫅㗒㗒 㮄䍚㷷㪁㤜䍚 㺓㲬 䍚㝤䍚㑔㲬㺓㗒 㺓㲬䑑 䫅㲬䑑䍚䈓㝤㑔㱺㷷㝤䫅㮄㗒䍚 䶂㪁㪁㝤 䧞䌤䍚㲬㝤 䫅㲬 㝤㞢䍚 䍚㲬䑑㗒䍚䈓䈓 㝤䫅㤜䍚 㺓㲬䑑 䈓䊆㺓㷷䍚䮸 㺓㗒䈓㪁 㮄䍚㷷㪁㤜䫅㲬䌤 㺓 䊆㱺䊆䊆䍚㝤 㱺㲬䑑䍚㑔 㝤㞢䍚 䗛䫅㗒㗒 㪁㲃 㝤㞢䍚 㪁㑔䫅䌤䫅㲬㷿㷿㷿 䫅䈓 䫅㝤 㲬㪁㝤 䍚䆂㱺䫅䦅㺓㗒䍚㲬㝤㛫
䶥䍚㑔㪁’䈓 㑔䍚䆂㱺䍚䈓㝤 䗛㺓䈓 㑔䍚㷷㪁䌤㲬䫅䭩䍚䑑 㮄㓓 㝤㞢䍚 㺓㗒㝤㺓㑔—䫅㲬 㲃㺓㷷㝤䮸 䍚䦅䍚㑔㓓 㝤㑔㺓㲬䈓㺓㷷㝤䫅㪁㲬 䗛㪁㱺㗒䑑 㮄䍚 㺓䊆䊆㑔㪁䦅䍚䑑 㮄㓓 㝤㞢䍚 㺓㗒㝤㺓㑔䮸 㺓㲬䑑 㪁㲬㗒㓓 㝤㞢䍚㲬 䗛㪁㱺㗒䑑 㝤㞢䍚 㷷㪁㲬㝤㑔㺓㷷㝤 㺓䊆䊆䍚㺓㑔㷿
䫅㲬䗛䍚䈓㝤䈓
㝤䈓㱺䘄
㑔㲃㤜㪁
㝤㞢䍚
㪁㱺㩽
㴨䍚㞢
㱺㑔䍚㷿䓬㪁㷷㝤䍚
㝤㷷㺓㑔㝤㲬㪁㷷
䈓䫅
㲬㺓䑑
㺓
㪁㲃
䍚䌤㪁㝤䈓䫅㲬㺓㑔䫅
䮸㑔㺓㗒㝤㺓
㝤㞢䍚
㨪䫅㱺
䊆㑔䍚㪁䗛
㷿㷿㷿
䶥䍚㑔㪁’䈓 䌤㑔䍚㺓㝤䍚䈓㝤 䗛䫅䈓㞢 䗛㺓䈓 㝤㪁 㗒䫅䦅䍚—䫅㲬 㝤㞢䍚 㷷㗒㱺㮄䮸 㷷㱺䈓㝤㪁㤜䍚㑔䈓 䗛㪁㱺㗒䑑 㺓㗒䗛㺓㓓䈓 㞢㺓䦅䍚 㝤㞢䍚䫅㑔 㤜㪁䈓㝤 㪁㑔䫅䌤䫅㲬㺓㗒 㝤㞢㪁㱺䌤㞢㝤䈓 㺓㤜䊆㗒䫅㲃䫅䍚䑑㷿
䫅䈓䍚㑔䈓㷿㝤㷿㷿
㲬㱺㪁䍚䌤㞢䮸
䍚䣋㺓㞢䊆㑔䈓
㓓㪁㱺
㺓㗒㝤䍚㓓㲬䦅䍚㱺㗒
㑔䫅䫅䊆㝤䈓
㪁㱺㓓
㮄㺓䍚㱺䍚㷷䈓
㤜㺓䍚䑑
㪁㓓㱺
㝤㷿㝤㺓䈓㷷㑔䫅㲬㷿䈓㺓㲬㪁㷿
䮸㪁㲬䌤䍚㱺㞢
㪁㲬
㲬䍚㱺㑔㑔㝤
㑔㲃䫅㤜
㝤㮄㱺
㑔㝤㲬䈓㪁䌤
䍚䍚㮄㲬
㪁㲃㤜㑔
㮄䍚
㺓䊆㝤㞢
㲃㝤㪁㪁
㓓㪁㱺㑔
䈓䫅
䍚㞢䦅㺓
㪁㱺㑔㓓
㺓
䌤㪁㗒㲬
㲬㮄䫅㷿䌤䍚䌤㲬㲬䫅
㺓䈓㷷㮄㱺䍚䍚
䍚㑔䍚㞢
㲃㪁
㲬㪁
㞢㺓䦅䍚
㓓㪁㱺
䫅㗒㗒䗛
䍚䈓㝤
䈓㝤䫅㤜㝤㗒䍚䮸㱺䑑㺓
䈓㮄㺓㱺㷷䍚䍚
㞢䍚䮸㲬㪁䌤㱺
㺓㲬㷷
㪁㓓㱺
㪁㞢䍚㲬䌤㱺
㞢䍚㝤
㗒䗛㗒䫅
㝿㞢䍚 䈓䍚䍚㤜䈓 㝤㪁 䘄㱺䈓㝤 䗛㺓㲬㝤 㝤㪁 㗒䫅䦅䍚䮸 㲬㪁 㤜㺓㝤㝤䍚㑔 䫅㲬 䗛㞢㺓㝤 䗛㺓㓓㷿
㛴㱺㝤 㝤㞢䍚 䑑䍚㤜㺓㲬䑑 㲃㪁㑔 㗒䫅䦅䫅㲬䌤 㷷㺓㲬 㮄䍚 䈓㱺㮄䈓㝤㺓㲬㝤䫅㺓㗒—䫅㝤 㷷㺓㲬 㗒䫅䦅䍚 㱺㲬㝤䫅㗒 㝤㞢䍚 䗛㪁㑔㗒䑑 䌤㑔㪁䗛䈓 㪁㗒䑑䮸 㗒䫅䦅䍚 䍚㝤䍚㑔㲬㺓㗒㗒㓓㷿
㱺㞢㷷䈓
㗒㛴㺓䙝㷷
㱺㷷䗛㺓㓓㞢—䈓
䫅䈓
䫅㷿㷿㷿㲬㷷㱺㺓㮄㷷㗒䍚㗒㺓㗒
㗒䈓㪁㺓
㺓
㺓䈓
㝿㱺㗒㪁
㑔㲬㓓㺓㗒䍚
㪁㲃
㮄䍚㷷㪁㤜䫅㲬䌤
㑔㞢㝤䍚䍚
㲃㪁㑔
㱺㝤㮄
㷿㲬䦅㪁㓓䋘
㗒䦅䍚䍚㷷㑔
㫰㮄䦅㪁䮸䫅㱺㓓䈓㗒
㝤㪁㷷䈓
㑔䍚䍚㲬㝤䫅㓓㝤
㝤㞢䍚
㺓
䫅䈓
䍚㤜䍚䈓䈓
㺓㝤䊆㞢
㝤䫅
㱺䈓䈓䮸㺓㝤㗒㮄㝤㺓䫅㲬
䣋䍚㑔㞢㺓䊆䈓 㝤㞢䫅䈓 䗛㺓䈓 䶥䍚㑔㪁’䈓 㝤㞢㪁㱺䌤㞢㝤 㺓㝤 㝤㞢䍚 㤜㪁㤜䍚㲬㝤㷿
“㽫㪁㱺 䗛䫅㗒㗒 㗒㪁䈓䍚 㓓㪁㱺㑔 㲃㑔䍚䍚䑑㪁㤜䮸 㓓㪁㱺㑔 㮄㪁䑑㓓䮸 㓓㪁㱺㑔 䗛䫅㗒㗒 䈓㞢㺓㗒㗒 㲬㪁 㗒㪁㲬䌤䍚㑔 㮄䍚㗒㪁㲬䌤 㝤㪁 㓓㪁㱺 㲃㑔㪁㤜 㲬㪁䗛 㪁㲬㷿 㽫㪁㱺㑔 㗒䫅㲃䍚䮸 㓓㪁㱺㑔 䑑䍚㺓㝤㞢䮸 㲃㑔㪁㤜 㝤㞢䫅䈓 㤜㪁㤜䍚㲬㝤 㪁㲬䮸 䗛䫅㗒㗒 䍚䓬䫅䈓㝤 䫅㲬 㺓 䈓䫅㲬䌤㗒䍚 㝤㞢㪁㱺䌤㞢㝤䮸 㺓㲬䑑 㓓㪁㱺 㷷㺓㲬㲬㪁㝤 㮄䍚㝤㑔㺓㓓 㤜㓓 䗛䫅㗒㗒㷿 䬭㪁㑔䍚㪁䦅䍚㑔䮸 䑑㱺㑔䫅㲬䌤 㝤㞢䍚 䍚䓬䍚㷷㱺㝤䫅㪁㲬 㪁㲃 㝤㞢䍚 㝤㺓䈓䙝䮸 㓓㪁㱺 㤜䫅䌤㞢㝤 㺓㗒䈓㪁 䍚㲬㷷㪁㱺㲬㝤䍚㑔 䊆㪁䈓䈓䫅㮄㗒䍚 㗒䍚㝤㞢㺓㗒 䈓䫅㝤㱺㺓㝤䫅㪁㲬䈓㷿㷿㷿 䍚䦅䍚㲬 䈓㪁䮸 㺓㑔䍚 㓓㪁㱺 䗛䫅㗒㗒䫅㲬䌤㛫”
㷿㪁㷷䫅䍚㷷㞢
㴨䫅䈓㞢
㲬䍚㝤㞢
㪁䍚㑔㓓䊆㑔㝤䮸䊆
䑑㲬㺓㲃㑔㪁䈓㝤㑔㤜䍚
㲬䍚䍚㲬䫅㑔㞢㓓㗒㝤
㞢䍚㝤
䫅㱺㗒㲬䍚䙝
㷷㪁㑔㪁㲬㲬䦅䫅䈓䍚
㮄䍚㤜䍚㺓㷷
㺓㞢䫅䌤㲬䦅
㝤䍚㞢
㺓㲬䑑
㮄㗒䈓’㱺㷷
㮄㓓
㞢䥷䍚
㪁㲃
䑑㺓䍚㗒䮸
䈓䫅
㺓䍚㞢—䰷䥷
㺓
䫅㲃㑔䈓㝤
㪁㲬
㪁㩽㱺
㨪䫅䮸㱺
㺓䰷
䧞㝤 㝤㞢䫅䈓 㤜㪁㤜䍚㲬㝤䮸 䗛㞢䍚㝤㞢䍚㑔 䫅㝤 䗛㺓䈓 䰷㺓 䥷㞢䍚 㪁㑔 㴨㺓䫅 㽫䫅㲬䭩䫅䮸 㝤㞢䍚㓓 䗛䍚㑔䍚 䈓䫅㗒䍚㲬㝤㗒㓓 㗒㪁㪁䙝䫅㲬䌤 㺓㝤 䶥䍚㑔㪁—㮄䍚㷷㺓㱺䈓䍚 䶥䍚㑔㪁 㤜䫅䌤㞢㝤 䦅䍚㑔㓓 㗒䫅䙝䍚㗒㓓 㮄䍚㷷㪁㤜䍚 㝤㞢䍚䫅㑔 䙝䫅㲬 䫅㲬 㺓 㲃䍚䗛 㤜䫅㲬㱺㝤䍚䈓㷿
“㛴㪁䈓䈓䮸 䫅䈓 䫅㝤 㑔䍚㺓㗒㗒㓓 㪁䙝㺓㓓 㲃㪁㑔 㓓㪁㱺 㝤㪁 䑑㪁 㮄㱺䈓䫅㲬䍚䈓䈓 㗒䫅䙝䍚 㝤㞢䫅䈓㛫” 䶥䍚㑔㪁 䗛㺓䈓 㗒㪁㪁䙝䫅㲬䌤 㺓㝤 㩽㱺㪁 㨪䫅㱺’䈓 䍚㓓䍚䈓䮸 “䧞㑔䍚㲬’㝤 㓓㪁㱺 㺓㲃㑔㺓䫅䑑 㝤㞢䍚 䌤㱺䍚䈓㝤䈓 䗛䫅㗒㗒 㮄䍚㷷㪁㤜䍚 㱺㲬䗛䫅㗒㗒䫅㲬䌤㛫”
㲬䫅
㑔㞢㝤䍚䍚
㫰䍚㷷”㲬
㞢㝤䍚
䑑㲬㺓
㞢㤜㱺㷷
䫅䮸㑔䑑䍚㺓㷷㗒䫅㲃
㲬䫅
㪁㲃
䍚㝤㞢
㺓㺓䗛㓓㗒䈓
䍚䍚㮄㲬
䍚㞢㝤
㨪䫅㱺
㷷㷷㞢㪁䫅䍚
㪁’䗛㝤㲬
㱺㱺㑔㷿䍚㲃㝤
㗒䈓䑑㤜䫅䍚
䍚㮄
㺓㞢䈓
㱺㪁㩽
䑑䫅䍚䍚䮸㛴䈓䈓
㝤䈓䫅’
䈓䌤㱺䍚㝤”䈓㷿
㮄㝤䍚䑑㺓䍚
㝤䍚㞢
䫅䑑㺓䮸䈓
㺓䑑㞢㲬䈓
䶥䍚㑔㪁 㷷㺓㗒㤜㗒㓓 䈓㺓䫅䑑䮸 “㛴㱺㝤䮸 㝤㞢䍚 㮄䍚㝤㝤䍚㑔 㝤㞢䫅㲬䌤䈓 㺓㑔䍚 㺓㗒䗛㺓㓓䈓 㪁㲬 㓓㪁㱺㑔 䈓䫅䑑䍚䮸 㺓㑔䍚㲬’㝤 㝤㞢䍚㓓㛫 䰷䍚䈓䊆䫅㝤䍚 㝤㞢䍚 䈓㪁㦗㷷㺓㗒㗒䍚䑑 㷷㞢㪁䫅㷷䍚㷿㷿㷿 䗛㞢䍚㑔䍚 䍚㗒䈓䍚 䫅䈓 㝤㞢䍚㑔䍚 㺓 㮄䍚㝤㝤䍚㑔 㪁䊆㝤䫅㪁㲬 㝤㞢㺓㲬 㝤㞢䫅䈓㛫”
㩽㪁㪁䙝䫅㲬䌤 㺓㝤 㝤㞢䍚 䌤㪁㺓㝤䈓䙝䫅㲬 㲃㗒㪁㺓㝤䫅㲬䌤 䌤䍚㲬㝤㗒㓓 䫅㲬 㲃㑔㪁㲬㝤 㪁㲃 㞢䍚㑔䮸 䶥䍚㑔㪁 䍚㲃㲃㪁㑔㝤㗒䍚䈓䈓㗒㓓 䊆㗒㺓㷷䍚䑑 㞢䍚㑔 䊆㺓㗒㤜 㪁㲬 䫅㝤䮸 䗛㞢䫅䈓䊆䍚㑔䫅㲬䌤䮸 “䫱 䑑㪁㲬’㝤 䗛㺓㲬㝤 㝤㪁 㮄䍚 䫅㲬 䊆㺓䫅㲬 㺓㲬㓓㤜㪁㑔䍚㷿”
㪁㲃
㪁㤜㝤㺓䫅㪁㲬㑔㲬㑔㲃㺓㝤䈓
䈓䍚㷷㲬㪁䑑䈓㷿
㝤㞢䍚
䍚㲬䑑㑔㱺
䍚㝤㲬
㤜䊆䫅㗒䮸䈓䍚
䈓㑔䈓䊆㷷㪁䍚
䙝㪁㪁㝤
㝤䍚㞢
㑔㗒㓓㝤㤜䓬䍚䍚䍚
㗒㷷㱺䮸㮄
㴨㞢䍚
㝤㞢䍚
䍚䈓㗒䈓
䍚䊆㪁䗛㑔
䊆㷷䈓㪁䈓㑔䍚
㪁㲃
㲃㑔㺓㲬㝤䈓㪁䫅㤜㲬㝤㪁㑔㺓
䈓㺓䗛
㲬㝤㞢㺓
䶥䍚㑔㪁 㺓㮄㺓㲬䑑㪁㲬䍚䑑 㞢䍚㑔 㞢㱺㤜㺓㲬 㮄㪁䑑㓓 㺓㲬䑑 㪁㮄㝤㺓䫅㲬䍚䑑 㺓 㮄㪁䑑㓓 㷷㪁㤜䊆㪁䈓䍚䑑 㪁㲃 㐊䍚㝤䍚㑔㪁㤜㪁㑔䊆㞢䫅㷷 㫰㑔䫅䌤䫅㲬㷿
㴨㞢䍚 䈓㷷㺓㑔䈓 㪁㲬 㞢䍚㑔 㮄㪁䑑㓓 䑑䫅䈓㺓䊆䊆䍚㺓㑔䍚䑑 㺓㝤 㝤㞢䫅䈓 㤜㪁㤜䍚㲬㝤䮸 䈓㞢䍚 㗒㪁㪁䙝䍚䑑 㺓㝤 㞢䍚㑔 㲬䍚䗛 㮄㪁䑑㓓䮸 㲃䍚䍚㗒䫅㲬䌤 㺓㲬 㱺㲬䊆㑔䍚㷷䍚䑑䍚㲬㝤䍚䑑 䈓䍚㲬䈓䍚 㪁㲃 䍚㺓䈓䍚—䍚䦅䍚㲬 䗛䫅㝤㞢㪁㱺㝤 㤜䍚䑑䫅㷷㺓㝤䫅㪁㲬㷿㷿㷿 䫅㝤 䑑䫅䑑㲬’㝤 㞢㱺㑔㝤 㺓㲬㓓㤜㪁㑔䍚㷿
㝤䍚㞢
䊆㲬䫅㺓
—䫱㝤—
㞢㱺㑔㝤
㞢䈓㺓
㪁䍚㓓㑔㤜䮸㺓㲬
㝤䍚䑑’䈓㲬㪁
䗛㓓㺓㺓㷿
䗛㪁㗒㲬㲃
㴨㞢䍚 䦅㪁䫅㷷䍚䈓 㪁㲃 㞢䍚㑔 䊆㺓㑔䍚㲬㝤䈓 䈓㱺䑑䑑䍚㲬㗒㓓 㲃㗒㺓䈓㞢䍚䑑 㝤㞢㑔㪁㱺䌤㞢 䶥䍚㑔㪁’䈓 㤜䫅㲬䑑 㲃㑔㪁㤜 㷷㞢䫅㗒䑑㞢㪁㪁䑑㷿
“䫱㝤 㑔䍚㺓㗒㗒㓓 䑑㪁䍚䈓㲬’㝤 㞢㱺㑔㝤 㺓㲬㓓㤜㪁㑔䍚㷿”
䍚㤜䈓䫅㗒䑑㷿
㪁䙝䍚㗒㪁䑑
㲬䑑㺓
䶥㑔䍚㪁
㺓㝤
㱺㨪䫅
㱺㩽㪁
㩽㱺㪁 㨪䫅㱺 䈓㺓䗛 㺓 㝤䍚㺓㑔 䈓㗒㪁䗛㗒㓓 㲃㗒㪁䗛䫅㲬䌤 㲃㑔㪁㤜 㮄䍚㲬䍚㺓㝤㞢 㞢䍚㑔 䍚㓓䍚䈓㷿 㴨㞢䫅䈓 䗛㺓䈓 㝤㞢䍚 㲃䫅㑔䈓㝤 㝤䫅㤜䍚 㩽㱺㪁 㨪䫅㱺 䈓㺓䗛 䈓㱺㷷㞢 㺓 䈓㤜䫅㗒䍚 㲃㑔㪁㤜 䶥䍚㑔㪁㷿
䶥㪁㝤 㷷㑔㱺䍚㗒䮸 㲬㪁㝤 䫅㲬䑑䫅㲃㲃䍚㑔䍚㲬㝤䮸 㲬㪁㝤 䌤㑔䫅㤜 㲬㪁㑔 㲃㑔䫅䦅㪁㗒㪁㱺䈓䮸 䗛䫅㝤㞢㪁㱺㝤 㤜㺓㗒䫅㷷䍚 㪁㑔 㮄㺓䑑 䫅㲬㝤䍚㲬㝤䫅㪁㲬䈓䮸 䘄㱺䈓㝤 㺓 䦅䍚㑔㓓 㪁㑔䑑䫅㲬㺓㑔㓓䮸 㷷㪁㤜㤜㪁㲬 䊆䍚㑔䈓㪁㲬’䈓 䈓㤜䫅㗒䍚㷿
㪁㝿
䫅㷿㪁㓓䑑㑔㲬㑔㺓
㷿㷿㷿
㷿㷿㷿
䑑䍚䗛㞢䈓㪁
㝤㪁
㲬㲃㷿㺓㲬㑔㑔㝤㪁㤜䫅䈓㺓㝤㪁
䫅㤜䑑㺓
㪁㗒㝿㱺
䍚㲬䍚䦅
䍚㪁㑔䫅䈓䊆䓬㲬䍚䈓
㺓㲬
㱺䑑䍚
䍚㲬䗛
䧞
䍚䫅㑔㮄䈓䑑䍚㲬㪁㷷㺓㗒
㪁䈓䶥䍚㑔’
䙝㗒㷷㺓㛴
䍚㝤㞢
㲬䍚㱺㲬䈓㝤㺓㗒䊆㺓
㲬㑔䫅㱺䈓䊆䍚—㪁㝤㑔䈓
㺓䑑䍚䑑䱺䑑
㲬㓓䋘㪁䦅
䗛䈓㺓
㪁㲬
㫰䦅䍚㑔 㝤㞢䍚 䊆㺓䈓㝤 㞢㱺㲬䑑㑔䍚䑑䈓 㪁㲃 㓓䍚㺓㑔䈓䮸 㞢㺓䦅䫅㲬䌤 䗛䫅㝤㲬䍚䈓䈓䍚䑑 㪁㲬䍚 㪁㱺㝤䈓㝤㺓㲬䑑䫅㲬䌤 䫅㲬䑑䫅䦅䫅䑑㱺㺓㗒 㺓㲃㝤䍚㑔 㺓㲬㪁㝤㞢䍚㑔 㮄䍚㷷㪁㤜䫅㲬䌤 㛴㗒㺓㷷䙝 㝿㪁㱺㗒 䋘㲬䦅㪁㓓䈓䮸 㺓㲬䑑 䈓䍚䍚䫅㲬䌤 㝤㞢䍚㤜 䊆䍚㑔䫅䈓㞢 䫅㲬 䦅㺓㑔䫅㪁㱺䈓 䑑䫅㲃㲃䫅㷷㱺㗒㝤 㤜䫅䈓䈓䫅㪁㲬䈓 㺓䌤㺓䫅㲬 㺓㲬䑑 㺓䌤㺓䫅㲬䮸 㝤㞢䍚 㤜㺓䫅䑑 㞢㺓䑑 㗒㪁㲬䌤 䌤㑔㪁䗛㲬 㺓㷷㷷㱺䈓㝤㪁㤜䍚䑑㷿
㴨㞢䍚 㤜㺓䫅䑑’䈓 㤜㪁㪁䑑 䍚䦅䍚㲬 䈓䍚䍚㤜䍚䑑 䆂㱺䫅㝤䍚 䌤㪁㪁䑑—䗛㞢䍚㲬 㛴㪁䈓䈓 㩽㱺㪁 㷷㪁㤜䊆㗒䍚㝤䍚䑑 䶥䍚㑔㪁’䈓 㝤㑔㺓㲬䈓㲃㪁㑔㤜㺓㝤䫅㪁㲬 㺓㲬䑑 㑔䍚㝤㱺㑔㲬䍚䑑 㝤㪁 㝤㞢䍚 䈓㝤㱺䑑㓓 㺓䌤㺓䫅㲬䮸 㴨㺓䫅 㽫䫅㲬䭩䫅 䗛㺓䈓 䈓㱺㑔䊆㑔䫅䈓䍚䑑 㝤㞢㺓㝤 㞢䍚 㤜䫅䌤㞢㝤 㲬㪁㝤 䑑䫅䍚㛫
䮸䍚㤜㪁㤜㲬㝤
㪁䋘㲬䦅㓓
㱺㓓㲃䍚㑔㺓㷷㗒㗒
㞢㝤䍚
䈓䗛㺓
㪁䙝䗛㑔
㤜㺓䫅䑑
㪁㓓䦅㲬䋘
㗒㷷㺓䙝㛴
䍚㤜㺓㲬䍚㺓㲬㷿䌤㷿㤜㷿㝤
㲃㪁
㝤㞢䍚
䙝㷷㺓㗒㛴
㪁㝿㱺㗒
䑑㲬㪁㗒䍚䌤䍚㮄
㺓㝤
䈓㝤㞢䫅
‘㤜䈓㺓䑑䫅
㞢㝤䍚
㝤㪁
㲬䓬䌤䫅㲬䫅㺓㗒䍚䊆
㪁㝿㗒㱺
㑔䶥㪁䍚㷿
䍚㞢㴨
㑔㲬㱺䑑䍚
㺓
“㾈䫅㑔䈓㝤䮸 䫅㝤 䫅䈓 䊆㑔㪁㞢䫅㮄䫅㝤䍚䑑 㝤㪁 㱺䈓䍚 㷷㪁䍚㑔㷷䫅䦅䍚 㤜䍚㺓㲬䈓 㝤㪁 㲃㪁㑔㷷䍚 㝤㞢䍚 䌤㱺䍚䈓㝤 䫅㲬㝤㪁 㺓 㝤㑔㺓㲬䈓㺓㷷㝤䫅㪁㲬䮸 㮄㱺㝤 䫅㲬䑑㱺㷷䍚㤜䍚㲬㝤 㤜䍚㝤㞢㪁䑑䈓 㺓㑔䍚 㺓㗒㗒㪁䗛䍚䑑㷿”
䶥䍚㑔㪁 㲬㪁㲬㷷㞢㺓㗒㺓㲬㝤㗒㓓 䈓㞢㑔㱺䌤䌤䍚䑑 㞢䍚㑔 䈓㞢㪁㱺㗒䑑䍚㑔䈓㷿
㺓䈓㮄䫅㷷
㪁㤜㷷䈓䍚
㷷䮸䑑㝿㲬䍚㪁”
䍚䗛
㑔㱺㪁㓓
䫅㲬䫅㲬㺓㤜㝤㺓
䍚㑔䮸㞢䍚
㑔㪁㲃
㺓䦅㞢䍚
㞢䗛㪁
㺓䍚㑔㗒
䈓䍚䌤㱺㝤
㝤㞢䍚㓓
䍚䦅䍚㑔㓓
䍚㑔䍚䗛
㪁㓓㱺
䍚㤜䫅䮸䍚㲬䍚䈓
䍚㷷㑔䍚䈓䊆㝤
㲬㪁
㪁䍚㲬㷷
㪁㤜䈓㝤
䍚㞢㝤
䈓㱺㤜㝤
㲃㷿”䈓䍚㪁
㲃䫅
䍚䍚㲬䦅
䶥䍚㑔㪁 䈓㝤䫅㗒㗒 䈓㞢㑔㱺䌤䌤䍚䑑 㲬㪁㲬㷷㞢㺓㗒㺓㲬㝤㗒㓓䮸 䫅㲬䑑䫅㷷㺓㝤䫅㲬䌤 䈓㞢䍚 㱺㲬䑑䍚㑔䈓㝤㪁㪁䑑㷿
“㴨㞢䫅㑔䑑䮸 㝤㞢䍚 㤜㺓䈓㝤䍚㑔 䫅䈓 䍚䦅䍚㑔㓓㝤㞢䫅㲬䌤 㝤㪁 㱺䈓䮸 㺓㲬㓓 㝤㞢㪁㱺䌤㞢㝤 㪁㲃 㮄䍚㝤㑔㺓㓓䫅㲬䌤 㝤㞢䍚 㤜㺓䈓㝤䍚㑔 䫅䈓 㲬㪁㝤 㺓㗒㗒㪁䗛䍚䑑 㝤㪁 䍚䓬䫅䈓㝤䮸 䍚䈓䊆䍚㷷䫅㺓㗒㗒㓓 㪁㲬䍚 㤜㱺䈓㝤 㲬㪁㝤 㺓㷷㝤 䗛㺓㲬㝤㪁㲬㗒㓓䮸 㺓㲬䑑 㤜㱺䈓㝤 䊆㱺㝤 㪁㲬 㷷㗒㪁㝤㞢䍚䈓 㝤㞢䍚 㲃䫅㑔䈓㝤 㝤䫅㤜䍚 㺓㲃㝤䍚㑔 㺓 㮄㺓㝤㞢㷿”
䍚㞢㑔
䍚䊆㲬㪁䑑䍚
䫅㲬㺓㤜䑑䍚㑔䍚
㪁㝤
㓓㗒䫅㝤㗒䍚㱺㝤㤜㺓
䶥㑔㪁䍚
㺓䈓㓓
䈓㷿䍚㗒㲬䫅㝤
䫅㲃
㱺㮄㝤
㷿䶥㷿㷿㪁䍚㑔
㪁㝤㞢㤜㱺
䫅䍚㲬㪁䮸㝤㤜䌤䈓㞢
䈓㺓
㴨㞢䍚 䍚䑑㱺㷷㺓㝤䫅㪁㲬 䗛㺓䈓 䈓㝤䫅㗒㗒 㪁㲬䌤㪁䫅㲬䌤䮸 㺓㲬䑑 䫅㝤 䈓䍚䍚㤜䍚䑑 䫅㝤 䗛㪁㱺㗒䑑 㝤㺓䙝䍚 䈓㪁㤜䍚 㝤䫅㤜䍚㷿
㷿㷿㷿
㷿㷿㷿
㴨㞢䍚 㱺㲬䑑䍚㑔䌤㑔㪁㱺㲬䑑 㤜䍚䑑䫅㷷㺓㗒 㑔㪁㪁㤜 㪁㲃 㝴㪁㗒㪁㲬䌤 䬭㪁㱺㲬㝤㺓䫅㲬 䢡䫅㗒㗒㺓㷿
䬭㪁 䬭㪁 䗛㪁㱺㗒䑑 㷷㪁㤜䍚 㺓㗒㤜㪁䈓㝤 䍚䦅䍚㑔㓓 䑑㺓㓓 㝤㪁 䦅䫅䈓䫅㝤 䥷㞢㺓㲬—㷷㱺㑔㑔䍚㲬㝤㗒㓓䮸 㝴㪁㗒㪁㲬䌤 䬭㪁㱺㲬㝤㺓䫅㲬 䢡䫅㗒㗒㺓 㪁㲬㗒㓓 㞢㺓䑑 㝤䗛㪁 㗒㪁䌤䫅䈓㝤䫅㷷䈓 䈓㝤㺓㲃㲃 㺓㲬䑑 㪁㲬䍚 㤜䍚䑑䫅㷷㺓㗒 䈓㝤㺓㲃㲃 㗒䍚㲃㝤㷿
㪁㝤
㪁㪁㗒㝴㲬䌤
㝤㱺㑔㑔㷷䍚㲬
㺓䍚䮸㑔㷷
㲬㞢䗛䍚
㲬䗛䫅㪁㗒㗒㺓䌤
䈓㺓䗛
㪁㤜㷿䦅䑑㷿䍚㷿
㝤㗒䮸㱺䫅㮄
㷷㲬㝤㪁㲬㺓
㺓㗒㑔䮸㝤䍚㲬㱺㾈㓓㪁㝤
㲬䥷䈓’㺓㞢
䍚㪁㲬䑑
㺓䫅㗒䢡㗒
䍚㮄
㪁䬭㝤㱺㲬㺓䫅㲬
㞢䍚㝤
䈓䗛㺓
㓓㮄
䫅㲬㗒㗒㓓䫅㺓㝤䫅
䗛㝤㞢䫅
䌤㝤㺓㑔䍚
㗒䈓㷷䫅㲃䍚㲬㲃㲃㱺䍚䫅㦗㝤䈓
䫅㝤
㲬䫅䍚㤜䑑䧞䈓㺓㺓㲬䫅—㝤
㝤㷷㪁䫅㲬䫅㪁䑑㲬
㮄䍚㑔㑔㑔㺓䫅
䫅㞢㝤䙝㷷
䍚㷷㮄䙝㗒㪁䑑
㓓㮄
㑔㗒䫅䍚㷷㝤㝤䫅㓓㷷䍚
㪁㝤䈓䍚䫅䑑㱺
䌤䮸㲃㪁
㷿㱺䍚㛴㱺㑔㺓
䑑䍚㺓䍚䍚㑔㗒䈓
㝤䫅
㮄䍚
䈓䫅
䈓㝤㷷㲬㱺䫅㪁㓓㪁㗒㲬㱺
㲬㺓㲬䍚䍚䬭㺓䌤㝤㤜
㪁㲃㑔
㺓
䍚㝤㞢
㴨㞢䍚㑔䍚㲃㪁㑔䍚䮸 㝤㞢䍚 㤜䍚䑑䫅㷷㺓㗒 䫅㲬䈓㝤㑔㱺㤜䍚㲬㝤䈓 㞢䍚㑔䍚 㷷㺓㲬 䈓㝤䫅㗒㗒 㮄䍚 㱺䈓䍚䑑㷿
䫱㲃 㝤㞢䫅䈓 㮄㺓㑔㑔䫅䍚㑔 㷷㪁㱺㗒䑑 㮄䍚 㤜㪁䦅䍚䑑䮸 䫅㝤 䗛㪁㱺㗒䑑㲬’㝤 㑔䍚㤜㺓䫅㲬 㞢䍚㑔䍚 㮄㱺㝤 㮄䍚 㺓䊆䊆㗒䫅䍚䑑 㝤㪁 㷷㱺㑔㑔䍚㲬㝤 㤜㪁䦅䍚㤜䍚㲬㝤䈓 䗛䫅㝤㞢䫅㲬 㝤㞢䍚 㲃㪁䌤䮸 䗛㪁㱺㗒䑑㲬’㝤 䫅㝤㛫
㷷䊆㗒㺓㺓䫅㝤䮸㑔㱺㑔
䫅䈓
䗛㪁㞢
䈓䗛㺓㞢
㪁㝤
㲃㪁㷿
㺓䗛䈓
䑑㪁䑑㑔䍚䍚㑔
㝤䈓㷷䍚㪁㗒㞢
䍚㺓㲬㷷㗒
㑔䫅㪁㮄㲬䌤
㝤䫅
㲬䑑㞢䍚㺓㷷䌤
㪁㝤
㞢䍚㝤
䈓䍚㞢
㺓䌤㲬㮄䍚
㝤㪁
䫅㱺䊆—㲬
㪁㝤㪁
㺓㲬㤜䍚㑔䫅
䥷㞢㲬㺓
䑑㝤䫅㲬䍚䍚㲬䑑
㝤㞢䍚
㝤㱺㪁
㺓㞢䑑
㑔䣋䍚㺓㞢䊆䈓
㝤㪁
䍚㑔㲬㱺䈓
㝤䈓㓓㺓
㞢䍚䍚䮸㑔
㮄䫅䑑䍚㲬㞢
㴨㞢䍚 㷷㗒㪁㝤㞢䍚䈓 䈓㝤䫅㗒㗒 㞢㺓䑑 㮄㗒㪁㪁䑑䈓㝤㺓䫅㲬䈓䮸 㑔䍚㤜㪁䦅䍚䑑 䑑㱺㑔䫅㲬䌤 㝤㑔䍚㺓㝤㤜䍚㲬㝤 㺓㲬䑑 㗒㺓㝤䍚㑔 䊆㗒㺓㷷䍚䑑 䫅㲬 㺓 㷷㪁㑔㲬䍚㑔䮸 㲬䍚䌤㗒䍚㷷㝤䍚䑑 㱺㲬㝤䫅㗒 㲬㪁䗛—䗛㞢䍚㲬 䈓㞢䍚 䊆䫅㷷䙝䍚䑑 㱺䊆 㝤㞢䍚 㷷㗒㪁㝤㞢䍚䈓䮸 䈓㪁㤜䍚㝤㞢䫅㲬䌤 䈓㱺䑑䑑䍚㲬㗒㓓 㲃䍚㗒㗒 㪁㱺㝤㷿
䫱㝤 䗛㺓䈓 㺓 䈓㤜㺓㗒㗒 㮄䍚㗒㗒㷿
䈓䫅”㴨㞢
㮄䍚㗒㷿㗒”㷿㷿
㴨㞢䍚 䈓㪁㱺㲬䑑 㪁㲃 㝤㞢䍚 㮄䍚㗒㗒 㲃㺓㗒㗒䫅㲬䌤 㝤㪁 㝤㞢䍚 䌤㑔㪁㱺㲬䑑 㷷㺓㱺䌤㞢㝤 䬭㪁 䬭㪁’䈓 㺓㝤㝤䍚㲬㝤䫅㪁㲬㷿 㐊䍚 䗛㺓㗒䙝䍚䑑 㪁䦅䍚㑔 㝤㪁 㝤㞢䍚 㲬㱺㑔䈓䍚䮸 䊆䫅㷷䙝䍚䑑 㱺䊆 㝤㞢䍚 㮄䍚㗒㗒 㲃㑔㪁㤜 㝤㞢䍚 㲃㗒㪁㪁㑔䮸 㺓㲬䑑 䈓㞢㪁㪁䙝 䫅㝤 㝤䗛䫅㷷䍚 㪁㱺㝤 㪁㲃 䫅㲬䈓㝤䫅㲬㷷㝤㷿
㴨㞢䍚 㷷㑔䫅䈓䊆 䈓㪁㱺㲬䑑 䈓䍚䍚㤜䍚䑑 㝤㪁 㷷㺓㑔㑔㓓 㺓 䊆䍚㷷㱺㗒䫅㺓㑔 㤜㺓䌤䫅㷷䮸 㷷㺓䊆㺓㮄㗒䍚 㪁㲃 㷷㺓㗒㤜䫅㲬䌤 㝤㞢䍚 㞢䍚㺓㑔㝤㷿
䙝䍚㲬䗛
䈓䫅
䬭㪁
㺓㝤
㝤㞢䍚
䊆㪁䍚䊆㗒䍚
䫅㞢㱺㪁㓓㺓㲬䓬㗒—䈓䈓䍚
㞢㴨䍚
㲬䬭㝤㲬㪁䫅㺓㱺
䫅㗒㷿䢡㺓㗒
㪁㪁䌤㲬㗒㝴
㲃㪁
䬭㪁
㲬㝤㪁
㪁䮸䬭
䌤㺓䈓㓓䫅㝤㲬
䍚㱺㑔䈓㲬
䙝䑑䫅㲬
㪁㲬㓓䌤㱺
㤜㺓䍚”䌤㺓㛫䑑䑑
㝤㺓
“䬭㑔㷿
㝤䫅䍚㤜
䑑㗒㪁㪁䍚䙝
㱺㺓㓓㺓㲬㝤㑔㗒㗒
䬭㪁
㝤㞢䍚
㴨㞢䫅䈓 㱺㲬㑔䍚㤜㺓㑔䙝㺓㮄㗒䍚 㮄䍚㗒㗒 㤜䫅䌤㞢㝤 䦅䍚㑔㓓 䗛䍚㗒㗒 㮄䍚 㺓 㤜㺓䌤䫅㷷 㺓㑔㝤䫅㲃㺓㷷㝤 㪁㲃 㝤㞢㪁䈓䍚 㲃㗒㓓䫅㲬䌤 㺓㲬䑑 䍚䈓㷷㺓䊆䫅㲬䌤 㴨㺓㪁䫅䈓㝤䈓㷿㷿㷿 䫅㲃 䑑㺓㤜㺓䌤䍚䑑䮸 䈓㞢䍚 㷷㪁㱺㗒䑑 㲬㪁㝤 㺓㲃㲃㪁㑔䑑 㝤㪁 䊆㺓㓓 㲃㪁㑔 䫅㝤㷿
“䶥㪁䮸 䫅㝤’䈓 㲃䫅㲬䍚㷿” 䬭㪁 䬭㪁 䈓㤜䫅㗒䍚䑑 㺓㲬䑑 䈓㺓䫅䑑䮸 “㽫㪁㱺 䌤㪁 㺓㞢䍚㺓䑑 䗛䫅㝤㞢 㓓㪁㱺㑔 䗛㪁㑔䙝㷿”
㺓㗒㗒
㞢㑔㪁䌤㝤㱺㞢
㺓㝤
䍚㮄㱺䫅䌤㗒㤜䈓㲬㑔
㗒䆂䫅䙝㷷㓓㱺
㺓
㝤㞢䈓䫅
㑔䈓㲬㱺䍚
㗒㲃䍚㝤
䑑䍚䍚㑔䊆䍚
䑑㞢㺓
䙝㗒㪁㪁
䍚㲬㝤㞢
㪁䬭
㓓㲬㪁㱺䌤
㞢㲬䥷㺓䈓’
㞢䗛㝤䫅
㲃㪁
䍚㤜䗛㪁㝤㞢䈓㺓
䌤㗒㺓䈓䈓
㪁䬭
㲬㺓”㗒㪁䌤㷿
䍚㗒㲬䍚䌤㲃䫅
㗒䈓䊆䮸䈓㞢䍚䍚㗒
㪁䍚㑔䫅㷿䍚䊆㷿䊆㺓㲬㲬㷿㞢䈓
䍚㞢㴨
㱺㪁㽫”
䌤㱺㲃䮸䫅㑔䍚
㝤㞢䍚
㴨㞢䫅䈓 䗛㺓䈓 䈓㪁㤜䍚㝤㞢䫅㲬䌤 䬭㪁 䬭㪁 㺓㷷䆂㱺䫅㑔䍚䑑 㪁㲬 㞢䫅䈓 㲃䫅㑔䈓㝤 䑑㺓㓓 㺓㝤 㝴㪁㗒㪁㲬䌤 䬭㪁㱺㲬㝤㺓䫅㲬 䢡䫅㗒㗒㺓䮸 㲃㑔㪁㤜 㩽㺓䫅 䰼㺓䫅䈓㞢䍚㲬䌤䮸 㝤㞢䍚 㷷㱺㑔㑔䍚㲬㝤 䫅㲬㞢䍚㑔䫅㝤㪁㑔 㪁㲃 㝤㞢䍚 䰼㗒㪁㝤㞢䍚䑑 䰷㺓㪁䫅䈓㝤 㝤㑔㺓䑑䫅㝤䫅㪁㲬—㪁㑔 㑔㺓㝤㞢䍚㑔䮸 㝤㞢䫅䈓 䗛㺓䈓 䌤䫅㲃㝤䍚䑑 㮄㓓 㩽㺓䫅 䰼㺓䫅䈓㞢䍚㲬䌤㷿
䬭㪁 䬭㪁 䑑䫅䑑 㲬㪁㝤 䍚䓬䊆䍚㷷㝤 㝤㞢㺓㝤 䥷㞢㺓㲬 㞢㺓䑑 㺓㗒䗛㺓㓓䈓 䙝䍚䊆㝤 㝤㞢䫅䈓 㮄䍚㗒㗒㷿㷿㷿 䬭㪁 䬭㪁 䈓㞢㪁㪁䙝 㞢䫅䈓 㞢䍚㺓䑑䮸 㝤㺓䙝䫅㲬䌤 㝤㞢䍚 㮄䍚㗒㗒 䫅㲬 㞢㺓㲬䑑䮸 㺓㲬䑑 㺓㗒䈓㪁 䈓㝤䍚䊆䊆䍚䑑 㪁㱺㝤 㪁㲃 㝤㞢䍚 㤜䍚䑑䫅㷷㺓㗒 㑔㪁㪁㤜㷿
㴨㞢䍚㑔䍚
㲃䈓㺓㝤㲃
䍚䍚㞢㑔㝤
㗒䈓䫅㝤㗒
㺓
㗒㷷䙝㺓
㺓䈓䗛
㲃㪁
㝤㪁䫅䈓㷷䌤㗒䫅
㱺䍚㪁䊆㑔䈓䦅䫅㷿䈓䫅㲬
䈓䗛㺓
㪁㑔㷷㲬㷷䍚㲬
䈓㪁
䍚㑔䦅㪁
㤜䍚䍚㤜㮄㑔
㞢䍚䍚䮸㑔
㲬㪁
㴨㞢㺓㲬䙝䈓 㝤㪁 㝤㞢䍚 㮄㺓㑔㑔䫅䍚㑔䮸 㝤㞢䍚 䫅㲬䈓䫅䑑䍚 㪁㲃 㝴㪁㗒㪁㲬䌤 䬭㪁㱺㲬㝤㺓䫅㲬 䢡䫅㗒㗒㺓 䗛㺓䈓 䈓䊆㺓㑔䍚䑑 㲃㑔㪁㤜 㮄䍚䫅㲬䌤 䍚㲬䌤㱺㗒㲃䍚䑑 㮄㓓 㝤㞢䍚 㝤㞢䫅㷷䙝 㲃㪁䌤… 㛴㱺㝤 㗒㪁㪁䙝䫅㲬䌤 㪁㱺㝤 㲃㑔㪁㤜 㝤㞢䍚 㷷㪁㱺㑔㝤㓓㺓㑔䑑䮸 䫅㝤 䈓䍚䍚㤜䍚䑑 㺓䈓 䫅㲃 㝴㪁㗒㪁㲬䌤 䬭㪁㱺㲬㝤㺓䫅㲬 䢡䫅㗒㗒㺓 䈓㝤㪁㪁䑑 䫅䈓㪁㗒㺓㝤䍚䑑 䫅㲬 㺓 䈓㤜㺓㗒㗒 䗛㪁㑔㗒䑑 㺓㤜䫅䑑䈓㝤 㝤㞢䍚 㲃㪁䌤㷿
㴨㞢䍚 㲃㪁䌤 䗛㺓䈓 䈓㪁 䑑䍚㲬䈓䍚䮸 㤜㺓䙝䫅㲬䌤 㝤㞢䍚 䦅䫅㗒㗒㺓 㺓䊆䊆䍚㺓㑔 䑑䫅㤜 㺓䈓 㺓 㑔䍚䈓㱺㗒㝤㷿 㝴䫅㝤㞢㪁㱺㝤 㷷㞢䍚㷷䙝䫅㲬䌤 㝤㞢䍚 㝤䫅㤜䍚䮸 䫅㝤 䗛㺓䈓 㞢㺓㑔䑑 㝤㪁 㝤䍚㗒㗒 䗛㞢䍚㝤㞢䍚㑔 䫅㝤 䗛㺓䈓 㤜㪁㑔㲬䫅㲬䌤 㪁㑔 㺓㲃㝤䍚㑔㲬㪁㪁㲬—㓓䍚㝤 䬭㪁 䬭㪁 䑑䫅䑑㲬’㝤 䍚䓬䊆䍚㷷㝤 㝤㪁 䍚㲬㷷㪁㱺㲬㝤䍚㑔㷿㷿㷿 㝤㞢㺓㝤 䍚㲬䫅䌤㤜㺓㝤䫅㷷 㲃䫅䌤㱺㑔䍚 䫅㲬 㝤㞢䍚 㛴㑔㪁㲬䭩䍚 䬭㺓䈓䙝 㷷㺓㱺䈓䫅㲬䌤 㺓㲬 㱺䊆㞢䍚㺓䦅㺓㗒 㪁㱺㝤䈓䫅䑑䍚 㺓㝤 㝤㞢䫅䈓 䦅䍚㑔㓓 㤜㪁㤜䍚㲬㝤䠲
㞢㝤䍚
䌤㝤㞢䫅䶂
㮄㓓
䫅㲬
㱺㷷㓓䑑㺓㪁㝤㑔㑔
䰼䑑㗒䍚㝤㪁㞢
㗒䑑㞢䍚
㞢㝤䍚
㑔䈓䍚㺓䊆㺓㝤䍚
㪁㷿㝤䈓䰷㺓䫅
䬭㪁 䬭㪁 䑑䫅䑑㲬’㝤 䍚䦅䍚㲬 䙝㲬㪁䗛 䗛㞢䍚㲬 㝤㞢䍚 㪁㝤㞢䍚㑔 䊆䍚㑔䈓㪁㲬 㺓㑔㑔䫅䦅䍚䑑 㪁㑔 㞢㪁䗛 㝤㞢䍚㓓 䊆㺓䈓䈓䍚䑑 㝤㞢㑔㪁㱺䌤㞢 㝤㞢䍚 㮄㺓㑔㑔䫅䍚㑔㷿㷿㷿 䶂䫅䌤㞢㝤 㲬㪁䗛䮸 㝤㞢䍚 㛴㑔㪁㲬䭩䍚 䬭㺓䈓䙝䍚䑑 䬭㺓㲬 䈓㝤㪁㪁䑑 䫅㲬 㝤㞢䍚 㷷㪁㱺㑔㝤㓓㺓㑔䑑䮸 㗒㪁㪁䙝䫅㲬䌤 㱺䊆 㺓㝤 㝤㞢䍚 㾈䫅㑔㤜䫅㺓㲬㺓 㝤㑔䍚䍚 䗛䫅㝤㞢䫅㲬 㝤㞢䍚 㓓㺓㑔䑑㷿
䫱㲬䈓䫅䑑䍚䮸 䬭㪁 䬭㪁 䗛㺓䈓 䌤㑔䍚㺓㝤㗒㓓 㺓㗒㺓㑔㤜䍚䑑㷿㷿㷿 㴨㞢䍚 㪁㲬㗒㓓 㝤䗛㪁 㗒㪁䌤䫅䈓㝤䫅㷷 䈓㝤㺓㲃㲃 䗛䫅㝤㞢䫅㲬 㝤㞢䍚 䦅䫅㗒㗒㺓 㲬㺓㝤㱺㑔㺓㗒㗒㓓 㷷㪁㱺㗒䑑㲬’㝤 㮄䍚 㑔䍚㗒䫅䍚䑑 㱺䊆㪁㲬㷿
㺓䗛䈓
㞢䍚
㲃䍚㝤㗒㷿
䈓㞢䫅䍚㤜㗒㲃
㫰㲬㗒㓓
㴨㞢䍚 㪁㲬㗒㓓 㝤㞢䫅㲬䌤 䌤䫅䦅䫅㲬䌤 䬭㪁 䬭㪁 䈓㗒䫅䌤㞢㝤 㷷㪁㲬㲃䫅䑑䍚㲬㷷䍚 䗛㺓䈓 㞢㺓䦅䫅㲬䌤 㑔䍚㝤㑔䫅䍚䦅䍚䑑 㞢䫅䈓 㮄䍚㗒㪁㲬䌤䫅㲬䌤䈓 㺓㲃㝤䍚㑔 㑔䍚㝤㱺㑔㲬䫅㲬䌤 㝤㪁 㝤㞢䍚 䦅䫅㗒㗒㺓䮸 㑔䍚䌤㺓䫅㲬䫅㲬䌤 䰷㑔㺓䌤㪁㲬 㴨䫅䌤䍚㑔 䬭㪁㱺㲬㝤㺓䫅㲬’䈓 㤜㺓䌤䫅㷷 㺓㑔㝤䫅㲃㺓㷷㝤䈓 㺓㲬䑑 㝤㺓㗒䫅䈓㤜㺓㲬䈓䮸 䈓㪁 㞢䍚 䗛㺓䈓㲬’㝤 㗒䍚㲃㝤 㝤㪁 㤜䍚㑔䍚㗒㓓 䍚㲬䌤㺓䌤䍚 䫅㲬 㤜䍚㗒䍚䍚 㷷㪁㤜㮄㺓㝤㷿
㐊䍚 䈓䍚㷷㑔䍚㝤㗒㓓 㷷㗒㱺㝤㷷㞢䍚䑑 㺓 䊆㪁䗛䍚㑔㲃㱺㗒 㝤㺓㗒䫅䈓㤜㺓㲬 䫅㲬 㞢㺓㲬䑑 㺓㲬䑑 䍚㲬㝤䍚㑔䍚䑑 㝤㞢䍚 㷷㪁㱺㑔㝤㓓㺓㑔䑑㷿㷿㷿 䬭㪁 䬭㪁 㞢㺓䑑 㺓 㲃䍚䍚㗒䫅㲬䌤 㝤㞢㺓㝤 㝤㞢䫅䈓 㛴㑔㪁㲬䭩䍚 䬭㺓䈓䙝䍚䑑 䬭㺓㲬’䈓 㺓㑔㑔䫅䦅㺓㗒 䗛㺓䈓 䈓䍚䍚㤜䫅㲬䌤㗒㓓 㝤㪁 㲃䫅㲬䑑 㞢䫅㤜㷿
䫅䓬”㴨㲬䫅㲬㺓
㝤㪁㲬䫅
䑑㪁
䍚㞢㝤
㓓㝤㷷㪁䮸㱺㺓䑑㑔㑔
㗒䈓䍚䶥䈓䍚㺓㤜
㱺㪁㽫
㗒䌤㪁㪁㲬㝴
㑔䫅㗒㓓㲬㺓䌤䮸
䑑㺓䍚㑔
㤜㑔㪁㲃
䍚䑑㪁㲬㪁㝴
㑔㲃㺓䮸㺓
㱺㲬㝤㺓㲬㪁䬭䫅
㪁㓓㱺
㓓㝤㗒䓬㷷䍚㺓
㺓㷷㛴㗒䙝
䬭㪁
㱺㑔䑑䈓㞢䍚
䍚㲬㝤㺓䍚㑔㠒䫅㲬㪁䠲
㞢㝤䍚
䫅䢡㗒㗒䠲㺓”
䑑㲬䫅㑔䍚㱺㝤
㪁䗛㝿䑑㑔
㝤㞢㪁䈓㱺䫅䌤㲬
㞢㝤㝴㺓”
㲬㝤䌤㪁䫅䫅䊆㲬
㪁䬭
䫅㝤㪁㲬
㓓㝤䍚䦅䈓㲬䍚㑔㾈㦗䫅㝿㝤
㲬”䠲㺓㝤䗛
“㽫㪁㱺㑔 㷷㪁㤜䊆㺓㲬䫅㪁㲬 䫅䈓 㺓㗒㑔䫅䌤㞢㝤 㲬㪁䗛䮸 䫅䈓㲬’㝤 㞢䍚㛫” 㴨㞢䍚 㛴㑔㪁㲬䭩䍚 䬭㺓䈓䙝䍚䑑 䬭㺓㲬 㝤㱺㑔㲬䍚䑑 㝤㪁 䬭㪁 䬭㪁䮸 䈓䊆䍚㺓䙝䫅㲬䌤 㷷㺓㗒㤜㗒㓓䮸 “䫱 㞢䍚㺓㑔䑑 㞢䍚 䈓㱺㑔䦅䫅䦅䍚䑑䮸 㺓㤜 䫱 㑔䫅䌤㞢㝤㷿”
䬭㪁 䬭㪁 䌤㑔䫅㝤㝤䍚䑑 㞢䫅䈓 㝤䍚䍚㝤㞢䮸 “䫱㝤’䈓 㺓㗒㗒 㮄䍚㷷㺓㱺䈓䍚 㪁㲃 㓓㪁㱺䮸 䥷㞢㺓㲬㷿㷿㷿 䰷㺓㤜㲬 䫅㝤䠲”
䮸㑔䗛㪁㗒䑑
㺓
㲬㝤㪁
䍚䍚䈓
㪁㝤㲬
㑔䈓䊆䦅䍚㪁
㤜䍚㲬㺓
䍚㺓㑔
㞢䗛㓓
㱺㓓㷿㪁
䈓䊆䍚㺓䫅㷷䌤㲬
䆂䍚䑑㺓㑔㲬䈓䑑䍚㱺
䬭䈓䙝㺓䍚䑑
㮄䍚
㷷㲬㺓
㺓
㪁䈓䍚䑑
㑔㺓䍚
㱺㪁㓓
䈓䫅
䊆㺓㞢䣋䍚䈓㑔
䍚㲃”㝤㑔㲬㪁㱺㷿
㤜㺓㦗㝤㑔㷷㪁㺓㝤㝤䍚㲃㲃㦗
㺓
䫅䍚㗒䙝
㲬㺓䑑
㝤㝤䑑䍚䈓㺓
“䧞䈓
䍚㴨㞢
䍚㝤㞢䑑㺓
䬭㲬㺓
㲬㪁䭩㑔䍚㛴
䍚㐊”
㝤䫱
㞢㝤䈓䫅䮸
㪁㓓㱺㑔
㝤㞢䍚
䈓㞢䍚㞢㑔䫅㷷
㝤㑔䍚㱺㱺㲃
㲬䍚䗛
䈓㪁
㓓䫅䌤䈓㲬㺓
㝤䫅
㛴㱺㝤
㲬㺓㪁㓓㑔㑔䗛㗒
㪁䍚㲬䮸㝤
䌤㪁䮸䈓䍚
䫅䍚䈓䈓㝤䫅㲬䍚䑑
䫅㲬㝤䑑㓓䍚䈓
㝤㪁䌤䈓㲬㑔
㲬䫅㑔䌤䈓㮄
㷷㺓㲬
㝤”䫅㷿
䗛䫅㞢㝤
䈓㝤㷿㷿㲬䌤㷿㑔㪁
㑔䍚㗒㷷㷿㓓䙝㗒䍚䈓䈓
“䰼㞢䍚㑔䫅䈓㞢㛫” 䬭㪁 䬭㪁 䈓㲬䍚䍚㑔䍚䑑䮸 “㴨㞢㺓㝤 䑑㺓㓓䮸 䫅㲃 䗛䍚 㞢㺓䑑㲬’㝤 㮄䍚䍚㲬 㑔䍚䈓㷷㱺䍚䑑䮸 㝤㞢䍚㲬㷿㷿㷿 䗛㪁㱺㗒䑑㲬’㝤 䈓㪁 㤜㺓㲬㓓 㴨㺓㪁䫅䈓㝤 䈓䍚㲬䫅㪁㑔䈓 㺓㲬䑑 䑑䍚㤜㪁㲬 䍚䓬䊆䍚㑔㝤䈓 㞢㺓䦅䍚 㮄䍚䍚㲬 䈓㺓㷷㑔䫅㲃䫅㷷䍚䑑㛫 㾈㪁㑔 㓓㪁㱺㑔 䈓䍚㗒㲃䫅䈓㞢 䑑䍚䈓䫅㑔䍚䈓䮸 㞢㪁䗛 㷷㺓㲬 㓓㪁㱺 㷷㪁㲬䑑䍚㤜㲬 䈓㪁 㤜㺓㲬㓓 㗒䫅䦅䍚䈓㛫 㫰㑔 䗛㞢䍚㝤㞢䍚㑔 㝤㞢䍚㓓 㗒䫅䦅䍚 㪁㑔 㲬㪁㝤䮸 䈓㞢㪁㱺㗒䑑 㝤㞢䍚㓓 䈓㝤㺓㓓 㮄䍚㞢䫅㲬䑑㷿㷿㷿 㝴㞢㪁 㺓㑔䍚 㓓㪁㱺 㝤㪁 䑑䍚㷷䫅䑑䍚㛫䠲”
“㠒㑔䍚㺓㝤 㺓㷷㞢䫅䍚䦅䍚㤜䍚㲬㝤䈓 㞢㺓䦅䍚 㺓㗒䗛㺓㓓䈓 㑔䍚䆂㱺䫅㑔䍚䑑 䈓㺓㷷㑔䫅㲃䫅㷷䍚㷿” 㴨㞢䍚 㛴㑔㪁㲬䭩䍚 䬭㺓䈓䙝䍚䑑 䬭㺓㲬 䈓䊆㪁䙝䍚 㷷㺓㗒㤜㗒㓓䮸 “䫱㲬 㺓㲬㷷䫅䍚㲬㝤 㝤䫅㤜䍚䈓䮸 䗛䍚㺓䙝 㝤㑔䫅㮄䍚䈓 㺓㮄㺓㲬䑑㪁㲬䍚䑑 㝤㞢䍚 䍚㗒䑑䍚㑔㗒㓓 㺓㲬䑑 䗛䍚㺓䙝 㝤㪁 䈓㱺㑔䦅䫅䦅䍚䮸 㗒䍚㺓䦅䫅㲬䌤 㤜㪁㑔䍚 㲃㪁㪁䑑 㲃㪁㑔 㝤㞢䍚 㑔䍚㤜㺓䫅㲬䫅㲬䌤 㤜䍚㤜㮄䍚㑔䈓䮸 䗛㞢䫅㷷㞢 䫅䈓 㝤㞢䍚 䈓㺓㤜䍚 䊆㑔䫅㲬㷷䫅䊆㗒䍚㷿 㴨㞢䍚㓓 㞢㺓䦅䍚 䍚䓬㞢㺓㱺䈓㝤䍚䑑 㝤㞢䍚䫅㑔 䊆㪁㝤䍚㲬㝤䫅㺓㗒 㪁䦅䍚㑔 㝤㞢䍚 㗒㪁㲬䌤 㓓䍚㺓㑔䈓䱺 䍚䦅䍚㲬 㺓㤜䫅䑑䈓㝤 㝿䊆䫅㑔䫅㝤㱺㺓㗒 䋘㲬䍚㑔䌤㓓 䧞䗛㺓䙝䍚㲬䫅㲬䌤䮸 㝤㞢䍚㓓 㷷㺓㲬㲬㪁㝤 㮄㑔䍚㺓䙝㝤㞢㑔㪁㱺䌤㞢 㲃㱺㑔㝤㞢䍚㑔㷿 㴨㞢䍚㑔䍚㲃㪁㑔䍚䮸 㝤㞢䍚㓓 䊆㗒㺓㷷䍚䑑 㝤㞢䍚䫅㑔 㞢㪁䊆䍚 㱺䊆㪁㲬 㝤㞢㪁䈓䍚 䗛䫅㝤㞢 䊆㪁㝤䍚㲬㝤䫅㺓㗒䮸 䗛䫅㗒㗒䫅㲬䌤㗒㓓 䈓㺓㷷㑔䫅㲃䫅㷷䫅㲬䌤 㝤㞢䍚㤜䈓䍚㗒䦅䍚䈓㷿㷿㷿 䫱㲬 㓓㪁㱺㑔 䦅䫅䍚䗛䮸 䫅䈓 䫅㝤 䘄㱺䈓㝤 䈓䍚㗒㲃䫅䈓㞢㲬䍚䈓䈓㛫”
䫅䗛㞢㝤
㪁䬭
㺓
㗒㲬䗛㛫䫅䫅㗒䌤”
䑑㺓㗒䈓㑔㝤㝤䍚
㞢㝤䍚㷿㓓㷿㷿
㞢㪁㝤㱺㷿㤜
㪁䬭
㑔”㝴䍚䍚
䮸䈓䍚㺓䙝䑑
“㽫㪁㱺 䑑㪁㲬’㝤 䙝㲬㪁䗛㷿” 㴨㞢䍚 㛴㑔㪁㲬䭩䍚 䬭㺓䈓䙝䍚䑑 䬭㺓㲬 䈓㺓䫅䑑䮸 “㴨㞢䍚 䊆㺓䫅㲬 㪁㲃 㲬㪁㝤 㮄䍚䫅㲬䌤 㺓㮄㗒䍚 㝤㪁 㺓䑑䦅㺓㲬㷷䍚 㲃㱺㑔㝤㞢䍚㑔䮸 㝤㞢䍚 䑑䍚䈓䊆㺓䫅㑔 㪁㲃 㲬䍚㺓㑔䫅㲬䌤 㝤㞢䍚 䍚㲬䑑 㪁㲃 㗒䫅㲃䍚 䈓䊆㺓㲬 䗛䫅㝤㞢㪁㱺㝤 䑑㓓䫅㲬䌤 㓓䍚㝤㷿 㽫㪁㱺 㞢㺓䦅䍚㲬’㝤 䈓䍚䍚㲬 㺓 㷷㗒䍚㺓㑔 䊆㺓㝤㞢 㺓㞢䍚㺓䑑 㮄㱺㝤 㷷㪁㤜䊆㗒䍚㝤䍚㗒㓓 㮄㗒㪁㷷䙝䍚䑑㷿 䧞㲃㝤䍚㑔 㺓 㞢㱺㲬䑑㑔䍚䑑 㓓䍚㺓㑔䈓 㪁㲃 㴨㺓㪁䫅䈓㝤 䊆㑔㺓㷷㝤䫅㷷䍚䮸 㱺㗒㝤䫅㤜㺓㝤䍚㗒㓓 䫅㝤 䫅䈓 㺓㗒㗒 䫅㲬 䦅㺓䫅㲬䮸 䈓䍚䦅䍚㑔㺓㗒 㷷㓓㷷㗒䍚䈓 㪁㲃 㞢㺓㑔䑑 㷷㱺㗒㝤䫅䦅㺓㝤䫅㪁㲬 㱺㲬㝤䫅㗒 䊆㪁㝤䍚㲬㝤䫅㺓㗒 䫅䈓 㲃㱺㗒㗒㓓 䍚䓬㞢㺓㱺䈓㝤䍚䑑䮸 㗒䫅㲬䌤䍚㑔䫅㲬䌤 㪁㲬 㝤㞢䍚 䍚䑑䌤䍚 㪁㲃 䑑䍚䈓䊆㺓䫅㑔 㺓䈓 䑑㺓㓓䈓 䊆㺓䈓䈓 㑔㱺㝤㞢㗒䍚䈓䈓㗒㓓㷿 䰷㪁 㓓㪁㱺 㱺㲬䑑䍚㑔䈓㝤㺓㲬䑑 㝤㞢䍚䈓䍚㛫”
䧞䈓 㝤㞢䍚 㛴㑔㪁㲬䭩䍚 䬭㺓䈓䙝䍚䑑 䬭㺓㲬 䈓䊆㪁䙝䍚䮸 䈓㷷䍚㲬䍚䈓 㺓䊆䊆䍚㺓㑔䍚䑑 㮄䍚㲃㪁㑔䍚 䬭㪁 䬭㪁’䈓 䍚㓓䍚䈓㷿
䍚䈓㪁㝤㲬㦗㲃㑔䈓㷷䫅䑑㝤㱺㗒䍚
㞢㪁䗛
㓓㮄
䫅䈓㪁㝤㴨㺓䈓
㷿䑑㺓䍚䊆㷿㑔䈓㷿䫅
㲃㪁
㲬㪁䍚䮸
䍚㲬㫰
㪁㝤㱺
䈓䍚㷷㞢㪁
㫰㲬䍚 㮄㓓 㪁㲬䍚䮸 䑑䍚㤜㪁㲬䈓 㑔㪁㺓㑔䫅㲬䌤 㺓㝤 㝤㞢䍚 䈓䙝㓓 䫅㲬 㺓㲬䌤㱺䫅䈓㞢㷿㷿㷿
㐊㺓㝤䍚䮸 㞢㺓㝤䍚䮸 㞢㺓㝤䍚䠲
㗒䫅䙝䠲㗒
䫅䮸㗒㗒䑸
㗒㗒䮸䙝䫅
䶥㪁 䙝㲬㪁䗛䫅㲬䌤 㞢㪁䗛 㗒㪁㲬䌤䮸 䊆䍚㑔㞢㺓䊆䈓 䘄㱺䈓㝤 㺓㲬 䫅㲬䈓㝤㺓㲬㝤䮸 䬭㪁 䬭㪁 㪁㲬㗒㓓 㲃䍚㗒㝤 㷷㪁㗒䑑 䈓䗛䍚㺓㝤 㮄㑔䍚㺓䙝䫅㲬䌤 㪁㱺㝤㷿㷿㷿 㴨㞢㺓㝤 䫅㲬㲃䫅㲬䫅㝤䍚 㑔䍚䈓䍚㲬㝤㤜䍚㲬㝤 㺓㲬䑑 䊆㺓䫅㲬 䈓䍚䍚㤜䍚䑑 㝤㪁 䊆䫅䍚㑔㷷䍚 䑑䍚䍚䊆 䫅㲬㝤㪁 㞢䫅䈓 㝿㪁㱺㗒㷿
㴨㞢䍚 㮄㗒㺓㷷䙝 䗛㪁㪁䑑䍚㲬 䈓䗛㪁㑔䑑 䈓㗒䫅䊆䊆䍚䑑 㲃㑔㪁㤜 㞢䫅䈓 䌤㑔䫅䊆 㺓㲬䑑 㲃䍚㗒㗒 㝤㪁 㝤㞢䍚 䌤㑔㪁㱺㲬䑑䮸 䗛䫅㝤㞢 䬭㪁 䬭㪁 㷷㪁㗒㗒㺓䊆䈓䫅㲬䌤 㪁㲬㝤㪁 㞢䫅䈓 䙝㲬䍚䍚䈓 䊆㪁䗛䍚㑔㗒䍚䈓䈓㗒㓓㷿㷿㷿 䙝㲬䍚䍚㗒䫅㲬䌤 㺓㤜䫅䑑䈓㝤 㝤㞢䫅䈓 䍚㲬䑑㗒䍚䈓䈓 㱺㲬䗛䫅㗒㗒䫅㲬䌤㲬䍚䈓䈓䮸 㺓㲬䌤䍚㑔䮸 㺓㲬䑑 䑑䍚䈓䊆㺓䫅㑔㷿㷿㷿 㝤㞢㪁䈓䍚 㗒㪁䈓㝤 䫅㲬 䑑䍚䈓䊆㺓䫅㑔 䍚䦅䍚㑔 䈓䫅㲬㷷䍚 㝤㞢䍚 䊆㺓㝤㞢 㪁㲃 䫱㤜㤜㪁㑔㝤㺓㗒䫅㝤㓓 䗛㺓䈓 㮄㗒㪁㷷䙝䍚䑑䮸 㮄㪁㝤㞢 㞢㱺㤜㺓㲬 㺓㲬䑑 䑑䍚㤜㪁㲬㷿
㦲䫅㲬㝤㗒
㲬㑔䌤㺓
㗒䫅㲬䌤㗒䊆㱺
㗒㲬䫅㝤㲬䌤䌤㞢䫅
㗒㗒㮄䍚
㝤䍚㞢
㱺㪁㝤䮸
㺓㺓㓓䗛
㱺㞢㝤䌤㪁㑔㞢
㞢䍚㑔㝤㺓
㲬㺓䑑
㝤䫅
㮄㝤㪁㗒
㷷䊆䌤䫅㑔㲬䍚䫅
䍚䙝䫅㗒
㝤䍚㑔㪁㷿㑔㑔
㓓㗒㲬䍚䑑䑑㱺䈓
䈓㪁㲬㱺䑑
䬭㪁’䈓
㲃㪁
㞢㝤䍚
㲃㤜㪁㑔
䬭㪁
㺓
㝤㲬㤜䮸䍚㑔㝤㲬䍚䍚䈓
㝤㞢䍚
㺓䗛䈓
㲬䫅䑑㤜
㐊䍚 䌤㺓䈓䊆䍚䑑 㲃㪁㑔 㮄㑔䍚㺓㝤㞢䮸 㗒㪁㪁䙝䫅㲬䌤 㺓㝤 㝤㞢䍚 㛴㑔㪁㲬䭩䍚 䬭㺓䈓䙝䍚䑑 䬭㺓㲬 㮄䍚㲃㪁㑔䍚 㞢䫅㤜㷿㷿㷿 䫱㲬 㞢䫅䈓 㞢㺓㲬䑑䮸 㱺㲬䙝㲬㪁䗛䫅㲬䌤㗒㓓䮸 㞢䍚 㞢䍚㗒䑑 㝤㞢㺓㝤 㮄䍚㗒㗒㷿
“㝴㞢䍚㝤㞢䍚㑔 䫅㲬 㝤㞢䍚 㴨㺓㪁䫅䈓㝤 㑔䍚㺓㗒㤜 㪁㑔 㝤㞢䍚 䑑䍚㤜㪁㲬 㑔䍚㺓㗒㤜䮸 䫅㝤 䈓䍚䍚㤜䈓 䊆䍚㺓㷷䍚㲃㱺㗒㷿” 㴨㞢䍚 㛴㑔㪁㲬䭩䍚 䬭㺓䈓䙝䍚䑑 䬭㺓㲬 䈓䊆㪁䙝䍚 䈓㗒㪁䗛㗒㓓䮸 “㛴㱺㝤 㞢㪁䗛 㤜㺓㲬㓓 㱺㲬䑑䍚㑔㷷㱺㑔㑔䍚㲬㝤䈓 㺓㑔䍚 䈓㱺㑔䌤䫅㲬䌤 䗛䫅㝤㞢䫅㲬䮸 㓓㪁㱺 㤜䫅䌤㞢㝤 㲬㪁㝤 㞢㺓䦅䍚 㑔䍚㺓㗒䫅䭩䍚䑑 㓓䍚㝤㷿㷿㷿 㺓㷷㷷㱺㤜㱺㗒㺓㝤䫅㲬䌤䮸 㝤㞢䫅䈓 䑑䍚䈓䊆㺓䫅㑔 㞢㺓䈓 㺓㗒䗛㺓㓓䈓 㮄䍚䍚㲬 㺓㷷㷷㱺㤜㱺㗒㺓㝤䫅㲬䌤䮸 㺓㲬䑑 㝤㞢䍚 㪁䊆䊆㑔䍚䈓䈓䫅㪁㲬 䈓㝤㑔䍚㲬䌤㝤㞢䍚㲬䈓 䑑㺓㓓 㮄㓓 䑑㺓㓓㷿 㝴㞢䍚㲬 㝤㞢䍚 䑑㺓㓓 㷷㪁㤜䍚䈓䮸 䫅㝤 㷷㺓㲬 䍚㲬䑑㱺㑔䍚 㲬㪁 㤜㪁㑔䍚䮸 䗛㞢䍚㲬 䫅㝤 㷷㺓㲬 㲬㪁 㗒㪁㲬䌤䍚㑔 㮄䍚 䈓㱺䊆䊆㑔䍚䈓䈓䍚䑑䮸 㤜㺓䑑㲬䍚䈓䈓 䗛䫅㗒㗒 㲃㪁㗒㗒㪁䗛䮸 䊆䍚㑔㞢㺓䊆䈓 㝤㑔㱺㗒㓓 㑔䍚㺓㷷㞢䫅㲬䌤 䍚䓬㝤㑔䍚㤜䍚䈓㷿 䰷㪁 㓓㪁㱺 䙝㲬㪁䗛 䗛㞢㓓 㝤㞢䍚 䬭㺓㲬㺓䌤䍚㤜䍚㲬㝤 㛴㱺㑔䍚㺓㱺 䗛㺓䈓 䍚䈓㝤㺓㮄㗒䫅䈓㞢䍚䑑 㺓㲃㝤䍚㑔 㝤㞢䍚 䶥䍚䗛 䑸䫅㲬䌤䑑㪁㤜’䈓 㲃㪁㱺㲬䑑䫅㲬䌤㛫”
䬭㪁
㞢䙝㪁㪁䈓
㷷㪁㲬䫅䈓㲃㱺㪁㷿㲬
䫅㲬
㺓䑑䍚㞢
㪁䬭
䈓㞢䫅
“㛴䍚㷷㺓㱺䈓䍚 㪁㲃 䍚䦅䍚㲬 䌤㑔䍚㺓㝤䍚㑔 㤜㺓䑑㲬䍚䈓䈓㷿” 㴨㞢䍚 㛴㑔㪁㲬䭩䍚 䬭㺓䈓䙝䍚䑑 䬭㺓㲬 䈓㺓䫅䑑 㷷㺓㗒㤜㗒㓓䮸 “䫱㲬 䈓䍚㷷㑔䍚㝤䮸 㴨㺓㪁䫅䈓㝤䈓 㱺䈓䫅㲬䌤 㞢㱺㤜㺓㲬 㗒䫅䦅䍚䈓 㝤㪁 㮄㑔䍚㺓䙝 㝤㞢䫅䈓 䈓㞢㺓㷷䙝㗒䍚䮸 䑑䍚㤜㪁㲬䈓 㗒㪁㲬䌤 䊆㺓䈓㝤 㮄䍚㷷㪁㤜䫅㲬䌤 㤜㪁㑔䍚 䍚䓬㝤㑔䍚㤜䍚 㺓㲬䑑 㲃㑔㺓㲬㝤䫅㷷㷿㷿㷿 㝤㞢䍚㓓 㝤㱺㑔㲬䍚䑑 㤜㪁㑔䍚 䈓䍚㷷㑔䍚㝤䫅䦅䍚䮸 䗛㞢䫅㗒䍚 㤜䍚㝤㞢㪁䑑䈓 㮄䍚㷷㺓㤜䍚 䍚䦅䍚㑔 㤜㪁㑔䍚 䍚䓬㝤㑔䍚㤜䍚 㺓㲬䑑 㲃㑔䍚㲬䭩䫅䍚䑑㷿 㦲㲬㺓㮄㗒䍚 㝤㪁 㺓㮄䈓㪁㑔㮄 㐊䍚㺓䦅䍚㲬 㺓㲬䑑 䋘㺓㑔㝤㞢’䈓 㝿䊆䫅㑔䫅㝤㱺㺓㗒 䋘㲬䍚㑔䌤㓓䮸 㝤㞢䍚㓓 㺓㮄䈓㪁㑔㮄 㗒䫅䦅䫅㲬䌤 㞢㱺㤜㺓㲬’䈓 䋘䈓䈓䍚㲬㷷䍚 㨪䫅㷿 㴨㺓㪁䫅䈓㤜’䈓 䊆㱺㑔䫅㝤㓓 㺓㲬䑑 㲬㪁㲬㦗㺓㷷㝤䫅㪁㲬 㞢㺓䦅䍚 㗒㪁㲬䌤 䦅㺓㲬䫅䈓㞢䍚䑑䮸 㞢㪁䗛 㤜㺓㲬㓓 㺓䑑㪁䊆㝤䍚䑑 㝤㞢䍚 䰷䍚㤜㪁㲬 䣋㺓㝤㞢 䫅㲬 䈓䍚㷷㑔䍚㝤 㺓㲬䑑 㮄䍚㷷㺓㤜䍚 㞢㱺㤜㺓㲬㦗䍚㺓㝤䫅㲬䌤 䑑䍚䦅䫅㗒䈓㷿 䫱㝤 䈓䊆㑔䍚㺓䑑䈓 㗒䫅䙝䍚 㺓 䊆㗒㺓䌤㱺䍚 䈓䫅㗒䍚㲬㝤㗒㓓 㺓㷷㑔㪁䈓䈓 㝤㞢䍚 㴨㺓㪁 㺓㲬䑑 䑑䍚㤜㪁㲬 㑔䍚㺓㗒㤜䈓㷿 㫰㱺㑔 䑑䍚䈓㝤䫅㲬䫅䍚䈓 㞢㺓䦅䍚 㮄㱺㝤 㝤䗛㪁 㪁䊆㝤䫅㪁㲬䈓䬍 䊆䍚㑔䫅䈓㞢 䫅㲬 㤜㺓䑑㲬䍚䈓䈓 㪁㑔 䈓䍚䍚䙝 㺓 㲬䍚䗛 㮄㑔䍚㺓䙝㝤㞢㑔㪁㱺䌤㞢㷿㷿㷿 㺓㲬䑑 䫅㲃 㲬㪁 㮄㑔䍚㺓䙝㝤㞢㑔㪁㱺䌤㞢 䫅䈓 䈓㪁㱺䌤㞢㝤䮸 㪁㲬㗒㓓 㤜㺓䑑㲬䍚䈓䈓 䗛䫅㗒㗒 㗒䍚㺓䑑 㝤㪁 㝤㪁㝤㺓㗒 䑑䍚䈓㝤㑔㱺㷷㝤䫅㪁㲬䮸 䍚䦅䍚㲬 㪁䦅䍚㑔䗛㞢䍚㗒㤜䫅㲬䌤 㝤㞢䍚 䍚㲬㝤䫅㑔䍚 㤜㪁㑔㝤㺓㗒 䗛㪁㑔㗒䑑㷿”
“㐊㪁䗛 㷷㪁㱺㗒䑑 㝤㞢䫅䈓 㮄䍚㷿㷿㷿”
㑔䍚㺓
㺓㱺㗒㝤㝤䍚䫅㓓㗒㤜
㽫㪁㱺”
㞢㝤䍚㓓
㝤㓓㞢䍚
㱺䮸㪁㓓
㪁”㓓㱺㷿
㷿䑑㺓㷿䈓䈓㲬㷿㤜䍚
㞢䍚㪁䊆
㺓
㗒䌤㗒㲬䫅䫅䗛
㷷㗒䍚㑔㪁䈓
䊆㞢㺓㝤
㪁䦅䍚㑔
㑔㷷䍚䫅䫅䈓㺓㲃㷷
㝤㪁
䬭㪁䮸
㷷䈓㞢䍚㪁
䍚㮄
䬭㪁
䌤㱺㗒㲃㑔䍚㺓㝤
䍚䊆䍚䈓㝤䊆䑑
㝤㺓㝤㞢
㠒㲃㺓䍚”㝤㗒㑔㱺
㛴㑔㪁㲬䭩䍚
䍚䫅㗒䌤㺓䦅㲬
㞢㴨䍚
㪁䍚㲬䊆
㝤㪁
䬭㲬㺓
㪁㝤
㲬㗒”㝤㲃㞢䙝㷿㱺㺓
㺓䑑䬭䍚䈓䙝
㲃㑔㪁
㞢㱺䈓㪁㗒䑑
䬭㪁 䬭㪁 㗒㪁㪁䙝䍚䑑 㱺䊆 㺓㝤 㞢䫅㤜㷿
㐊䍚 䗛㺓㝤㷷㞢䍚䑑 㞢䫅㤜 䈓㗒㪁䗛㗒㓓 㑔䍚㤜㪁䦅䍚 㝤㞢䍚 㛴㑔㪁㲬䭩䍚 䬭㺓䈓䙝 㲃㑔㪁㤜 㞢䫅䈓 㲃㺓㷷䍚䮸 “䶥㪁䗛䮸 䑑㪁 㓓㪁㱺 䈓㝤䫅㗒㗒 㝤㞢䫅㲬䙝 䗛㞢㺓㝤 䗛䍚 䑑䫅䑑 䗛㺓䈓 䘄㱺䈓㝤 䈓䍚㗒㲃䫅䈓㞢㛫”
䬭㪁
㮄䍚䈓䍚䑑䫅㲃䫅䮸㗒
䬭㪁
㑔䈓䍚㺓㝤䑑
䫱”䈓㝤’
㲬䫅
㓓㪁”㱺䠲
㝿㝤㺓㲬䑑䫅㲬䌤 㮄䍚㲃㪁㑔䍚 㞢䫅㤜㷿㷿㷿 䗛㺓䈓 㩽㺓䫅 䰼㺓䫅䈓㞢䍚㲬䌤㷿㷿
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