Chapter 896: Chapter 140: Bonds of the Immortals (7)
Xue Chuqing.
The branches outside the window were covered with white ice crystals, but thanks to the indoor temperature control system, Tu Shenyi didn’t feel a trace of cold; instead, there was a sense of appreciating the beauty.
He slightly opened the curtain, but then heard Karen’s lazy voice, “Don’t, it’s too glaring.”
Tu Shenyi turned and glanced back; a strand of sunlight was projecting onto the carpet at the foot of the bed, casting a line straight to the door, while Karen was curled up under the quilt like a cat.
“Forgot.”
Tu Shenyi gave a sorry smile, drew the curtains closed again, and the room turned dim. He switched on the lamp, slipped under the quilt, hugged Karen’s icy body, kissed her forehead, and asked, “Do you really have to sleep during the day?”
“Staying up during the day isn’t good for the body.” Karen yawned, hooking Tu Shenyi’s neck to make herself more fortable.
Tu Shenyi shook his head and suddenly laughed, “I thought you’d sleep in a coffin during the day… I mean, that’s what the books say.”
“Some people indeed have that kink.” Karen didn’t bother opening her eyes, speaking as if she were sleep-talking, “Actually, it’s not that we can’t walk around during the day. Like me, I can move outside for a few hours in cloudy weather, but on sunny days, the time is shorter. If we stay too long, our skin gets burned, and even longer, we might self-bust…”
“That’s really terrifying.” Tu Shenyi shook his head, glancing at the Karen in his arms.
He found her breathing pletely calm; she seemed genuinely asleep. Tu Shenyi smiled softly, carefully got out of bed.
Leaving only when it bees unbearable.
Or turn him into a real bloodsucker when it bees unbearable.
It was a promise made before dawn amidst their intimacy.
…
Tu Shenyi started observing Karen’s apartment… After all, it might be a place to live for a while. Overall… it’s a nice residential environment.
However, he found a painting hanging in the study.
The woman in the painting sat quietly by the window, holding a white cat in her arms… She seemed to have experienced millennia of loneliness. Looking at the painting, Tu Shenyi seemed to see Karen alone by the bar counter on Christmas Eve, resting her chin on her hands.
After a while, Tu Shenyi sighed and slowly walked out of the study.
Karen’s rented apartment was fully equipped, except the kitchen tools had never been used…
After a night of fatigue, Tu Shenyi was already starving, hoping to find something to eat, but he couldn’t. Instead, he found a few vitreous containers in the refrigerator.
Out of curiosity, Tu Shenyi opened one… He had no sense of taste, but his sense of smell still worked.
It was blood…
Tu Shenyi was stunned, feeling a bit dizzy not because of hemophobia, but because seeing blood stored in this way in the fridge was rather striking.
Tu Shenyi stared at the blood in the bottles for a while, suddenly brought a small cup, poured a bit out, then took a deep breath.
His hand played nervously in front of the cup, then he abruptly grabbed the cup, tipped his head back, and poured the blood into his mouth.
With eyes closed, he didn’t try to feel the texture of the blood in his mouth; he simply gulped it down… Without a sense of taste, it was like drinking yogurt.
Once overing the mental barrier… it didn’t seem impossible to swallow. Tu Shenyi wiped the blood trace from his lips, but his stomach growled at this moment.
He couldn’t help but laugh at himself… He wasn’t a bloodsucker yet.
However, he suddenly had an idea and started fiddling around in the kitchen. After a while of being unable to bear his hunger, Tu Shenyi put on his coat and went out.
…
By the evening, when the sun set and only a remnant of twilight lingered briefly, Karen slowly opened her eyes.
She stretched lazily on the bed and abruptly realized Tu Shenyi wasn’t by her side. Karen, barefoot, went out in confusion—she could easily tell if someone was in the house, but preferred to verify with her own eyes.
Proving there was no one there.
She experienced anxiety, though seldom showed it… just lacked the courage to say it.
She didn’t even find a note… Perhaps, the fear came after the passion cooled, leading to departure?
The thought was terrifying, Karen even wanted to shake it from her mind, yet told herself if that’s the case, it might not be a bad thing.
Karen smiled bitterly… Regardless of whether Tu Shenyi left silently, as a bloodsucker, she had to eat; that bodily need wasn’t easy to suppress.
What the refrigerator held was pure blood she’d bought from a Dark Merchant, produced by the Thirteen Clans… Generally speaking, unless the hunting day’s irresistible frenzied instincts emerged, Karen preferred pure blood, just as humans preferred cooking their meals over consuming those nutritionally void fast foods outside.
Yet she noticed one container was noticeably less full… Karen frowned, her nose twitching, then quickly opened a nearby cabinet, pulling out a cup.
The cup was clean, but she could smell the pure blood residue—not her usual drinking vessel.
There couldn’t be another bloodsucker besides her; how did this container appear then… Karen almost immediately deduced the cause and effect.
That man, for her, was attempting to drink blood… But wasn’t the consumed amount a bit much, didn’t he understand the rarity of pure blood?
Karen was somewhat dazed, even forgetting to replenish herself with blood… Suddenly, there were footsteps outdoors.
Tu Shenyi had returned.
The sound of the door opening.
Karen hurriedly tidied up, without time to drink blood… Even though some things were declared between them, she instinctively didn’t want to drink blood in Tu Shenyi’s presence.
“You’re awake.”
Tu Shenyi entered, carrying big bags, looking somewhat disheveled—mostly food inside.
He said, “Mm, you eat yours, I’ll eat mine, OK?”
Karen didn’t reply, only gently hugged him. Tu Shenyi, holding her hand, suddenly said, “e, let me show you something.”
With Karen’s puzzled gaze, Tu Shenyi held her hand, took a little bag, and headed to the living room. He sat Karen on the sofa, then began fiddling in front of the TV.
From the small bag, he took out a camcorder. Tu Shenyi connected the cord to the television, then eagerly sat beside Karen and turned it on with a remote.
“What’s this?” Karen asked curiously.
Tu Shenyi casually replied, “The world during the day… to be precise, my world during the day.”
The sound arose and so did the images. Karen was stunned as she watched the scenes on the TV, all of which were of Tu Shenyi.
He took it to every place, spoke to it about everything, as if treating it as her.
“So, how is it? Not bad, right?” Tu Shenyi laughed and said, “This camcorder is newly purchased, and the image quality is indeed nice.”
“You did all this in one day?” Karen suddenly asked.
Tu Shenyi thought for a moment and then suddenly said, “Wait a moment.”
Karen watched him dash quickly to the kitchen… From the open kitchen, she could clearly see what Tu Shenyi was doing. She saw him open the fridge door, crouch down, and retrieve a box from the lower partment of the fridge.
He brought the box back to Karen, opened it before her… she immediately smelled the scent of blood.
Pure blood.
“These are…” Karen suddenly found herself stunned.
It was a mold for creating ice cubes, now filled with cubes made from solidified pure blood. Tu Shenyi picked up a petal-shaped blood ice cube with tweezers and said, “Hmm, it molded nicely… here, try the taste.”
He brought the petal-shaped blood ice cube to Karen’s lips, and she instinctively opened her mouth and swallowed it.
Bloodsuckers’ manner of drinking blood is quite interesting, much like being intoxicated. Tu Shenyi watched Karen with interest, perhaps because of the primal urge triggered by the blood. Her fangs subtly protruded.
She tilted her head back, slowly fell onto the sofa, her eyes half open, as if she had attained ultimate bliss. He reached out and caressed Karen’s hair, waiting for her to e back to her senses, but she seemed unwilling to do so, eventually curling into Tu Shenyi’s embrace.
Looking at the world of the day on the TV, listening to the sound of this man’s strong heartbeat, chewing on the blood popsicles he made for her, she felt as if time had halted, allowing for such laziness and slowness.
Days went by.
…
…
…
…
Consciousness felt trapped in a deep sea, she desperately swam towards the night, like a bubble. Emerging in that sea of consciousness was an insane voice.
She… Karen Yisheer recognized the owner of that voice, an arrogant yet highly skilled gambler.
Jin Wucheng lost to Tu Shenyi, cut off his own fingers, and eventually became a follower at Tu Shenyi’s side… for many years.
In those years, Karen Yisheer once wandered the world alone, only to find such a person next to Tu Shenyi when she returned to Grape Manor Castle once.
He longed for immortality… because Jin Wucheng was diagnosed with liver cancer. After years of research, Tu Shenyi didn’t really discover True Blood, but he did concoct a potion from his own blood to suppress Jin Wucheng’s cancer.
Only by staying with Tu Shenyi could Jin Wucheng survive, so this proud gambler, his fangs long pulled out, became a dog raised in captivity.
In fact, bloodsuckers all had their human servants to handle trivial matters for them during the day— or agents as they’re called.
Jin Wucheng was chosen by Tu Shenyi as an agent.
Upon the first encounter with Jin Wucheng, Karen Yisheer told Tu Shenyi that Uncle Jin was an ambitious man and might not be a good thing to keep around.
But Tu Shenyi, naturally optimistic, said, “If we keep this guy, there will be one less person in the world destroying families, leaving them bankrupt at the gambling table, which is actually a good thing.”
Since being a bloodsucker, Tu Shenyi was probably the one she had seen who still stubbornly tried to retain his humanity.
“You’re awake, Miss Karen.” Queen Elizabeth exclaimed with delight from the side.
Her consciousness finally came fully awake, observing the terrible state of the laboratory, then focusing on the hysterical Jin Wucheng sitting on the floor.
Karen suddenly broke free from Zhong Luoyue and Queen Elizabeth’s support, staggering to the front of Jin Wucheng. She grabbed his clothes and lifted him with a frosty expression, “Jin Wucheng, what did you just say… who killed him?”
“Who are you?” Jin Wucheng looked at Karen Yisheer, stayed silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled mindlessly, “I remember you! You’re the grape-picking girl, hahahaha! The butterflies fly, the butterflies fly, fly, fly, fly!”
“Don’t play dumb with me!!” Karen Yisheer furiously slammed Jin Wucheng to the ground.
Her eyes were filled with a fierce killing intent. She directly reached out to snatch her sword back from Luo Qiu’s hand: Luo Qiu merely blinked, saying nothing… though he hadn’t finished playing with the sword yet.
“Speak!!”
The sword with blood-red patterns was immediately stabbed beside Jin Wucheng’s cheek. Under Karen Yisheer’s intense gaze, Jin Wucheng seemed to feel a sliver of fear, shrank his neck, and started wailing uncontrollably.
Yet at this moment, Karen mercilessly slashed open Jin Wucheng’s palm, the sudden intense pain causing him to convulse all over, rolling frantically on the ground.
A woman with a Killing Heart can be quite terrifying too…
Luo Qiu shook his head, showing no intentions of stopping her.
Queen Elizabeth suddenly intervened, “Miss Karen, this guy is almost dead. If you keep torturing him, he’ll only die faster… you might not get anything out of him.”
Listening to Queen Elizabeth’s words, Karen Yisheer abruptly halted her arm. Her lips quivered, her blood-drinking fangs were fully exposed… her eyes had turned blood red.
Suppressing her anger with all her might, she finally stopped tormenting Jin Wucheng.
“Miss Karen… what exactly happened?” Queen Elizabeth gathered her courage and asked, “Why are you pretending to be Mister Tu… why do you want to…”
“I am seeking the murderer.” Karen Yisheer lowered her head, “The one who killed Tu Shenyi.”
“Murderer…” Queen Elizabeth instantly realized something and hastily said, “You mean, you suspect one of us killed Mister Tu?”
“Initially, that’s what I thought.” Karen Yisheer said coldly, “But now… perhaps not. If what this guy said is true.”
With a flick of the sword, she chopped off a segment of Jin Wucheng’s arm, without even blinking.
盧
䟸䦚
擄
老
㘦䯦㛛䞑
蘆
㷤䥀䥣䟸䦚䥀
䲝䫀䗙㦵㷤䥣䟸
䄹䥣㘦㷄䞑㯎
䞑
㛛㦵䮙䄹
䟸䦚㮬㯎
䣶䮙䦚䮙䫀䥀䥀䥣
䥣䮙㦵
擄
盧
㧾㯎䥣䥀䞑㮬
䮙䞑
䥣㹢㦵䥣䯦䄹䥀㡅
㳟䟸䄹
䥣䮙㦵
䠈㝭䥣䮙䥀
䥣㷄䥣䟸
㘦㿓䦚䫀㦵䮙
䗙䦚䥀䣶䫀䟸
䥀䥣䄯䟸䞑
䥣䮙㯎䠈
䮙䦚
䒹䥣
爐
㛛䦚䟸㨜
㿓㦵䄹
擄
㛛䞑䯦
㯎㯎㮬䯦䄹
擄
露
㯎䯦䄹䥣㿓
㯎䞑㮬
㮬㧾
䥣㮗䥀䯦䞑㺿㦵
䦚䠈
䟸䦚㹢㛛
䄹䟸䞑㺿
‘䟸䣶䣶䄹䮙
䥣㦵
䮙㛛㦵䞑
䟸䗙䥣㧾䄹
䄹㦵䯦
㽀㦵䄹䯦 㛛䞑䯦 䞑 䮙䥀䫀䮙㦵 䮙㦵䞑䮙 㷤䦚䫀㯎䣶䟸’䮙 㧾䥣 䣶䄹䯦㷤䦚㷄䥣䥀䥣䣶㘦㘦㘦 㽀㦵䥣 䥣䟸䥀䞑䗙䥣䣶 䠈䥣㿓䞑㯎䥣 㧾㯎䦚䦚䣶䯦䫀㷤㨜䥣䥀 㨜䟸䥣㛛 䮙㦵䄹䯦 㮬䥣䮙 㷤䦚䫀㯎䣶䟸’䮙 㦵䄹䣶䥣 䮙㦵䥣 㿓䫀䥀䣶䥣䥀䦚䫀䯦 䄹䟸䮙䥣䟸䮙 䄹䟸 㦵䥣䥀 㦵䥣䞑䥀䮙㘦 䴺䟸㯎㮬 䮙㦵䥣 䣶䥣䯦䄹䥀䥣 䮙䦚 㨜䟸䦚㛛 䮙㦵䥣 䮙䥀䫀䮙㦵 䞑㯎㯎䦚㛛䥣䣶 㦵䥣䥀 䮙䦚 㿓䞑䄹䟸䮙䞑䄹䟸 䮙㦵䥣 㯎䞑䯦䮙 䯦㦵䥀䥣䣶 䦚䠈 䥀䥣䞑䯦䦚䟸㘦
“䥤䄹䯦䯦 䄯䞑䥀䥣䟸㹢 䞑䮙 䠈䄹䥀䯦䮙㹢 㛛㦵㮬 䣶䄹䣶 㮬䦚䫀 䮙㦵䄹䟸㨜 䄹䮙 㛛䞑䯦 䫀䯦㘦㘦㘦 㛛㦵䦚 㨜䄹㯎㯎䥣䣶 䥤䄹䯦䮙䥣䥀 㽀䫀㺩” 㢅䫀䥣䥣䟸 䋱㯎䄹䍭䞑㧾䥣䮙㦵 䯦䮙䄹㯎㯎 㿓䞑䟸䞑䗙䥣䣶 䮙䦚 䞑䯦㨜㘦
㺿䣶䥣䥣
䣶䯦㹢䞑䄹
䥣䥀㹢㮬䞑䯦
䥀㿓䠈䦚
㨜㛛䟸䦚
䦚䥀䠈
䥀䥣㦵䮙䥣
䟸䟸㷤䄹䮙䥣䞑
㦵䫀䣶㯎䯦䦚
㺿䥣䞑䄹䥀䄹㺿䞑䮙㷤䮙
㛛䞑㮬䞑
䗙㦵䮙䟸䫀䄹䟸
䟸䞑䄯䥣䥀
㦵䮙㹢䞑䮙
䣶䣶’䮙䄹䟸
㮬䞑䣶䯦㹢
“㜫’㷄䥣
䣶䞑䟸
䦚䮙㨜䦚
䄹䟸
䥀䗙䮙㦵䄹㺩”
䫀㮬䦚
䥣䥣䞑㯎䯦㷄䥀
䥣䄹䥣㦵䯦㡅䥀
䞑䯦䮙㯎㷤䥣
㧾䥣䥣䟸
䮙䥣㦵
䞑
䥀㧾䮙䥣䞑㦵
㢅䫀䥣䥣䟸 䋱㯎䄹䍭䞑㧾䥣䮙㦵 䟸䦚䣶䣶䥣䣶㹢 䮙㦵䥣䟸 䯦䞑䄹䣶㹢 “䲝䥣 䮙㦵䦚䫀䗙㦵䮙 㮬䦚䫀 㦵䞑䣶 䞑 䠈䞑㯎㯎䄹䟸䗙 䦚䫀䮙 㛛䄹䮙㦵 䥤䄹䯦䮙䥣䥀 㽀䫀㘦㘦㘦”
“㜫䮙 㛛䞑䯦 㺯䫀䯦䮙 䞑 䮙䞑䟸䮙䥀䫀㿓㘦” 䄯䞑䥀䥣䟸 㡅䄹䯦㦵䥣䥣䥀 㯎䥣䮙 䦚䫀䮙 䞑 㧾䄹䮙䮙䥣䥀 㯎䞑䫀䗙㦵㹢 “䜮䫀䮙 䟸䦚㛛 䮙㦵䞑䮙 㜫 䮙㦵䄹䟸㨜 㧾䞑㷤㨜㹢 䄹䠈 䄹䮙 㦵䞑䣶䟸’䮙 㧾䥣䥣䟸 䮙䞑㨜䥣䟸 䯦䦚 䯦䥣䥀䄹䦚䫀䯦㯎㮬㹢 䄹䠈 㜫 㦵䞑䣶䟸’䮙 㯎䥣䠈䮙㹢 㦵䥣 㛛䦚䫀㯎䣶䟸’䮙 㦵䞑㷄䥣㘦㘦㘦”
䥣䠈䥣㯎
䦚䗙
䦚䮙㹢㿓䟸䥣㿓
㘦㿓㦵䄹
㹢䮙䄹
䞑㯎䦚㿓䮙䯦
䮙䄹
㷤䫀䥣䗙㦵䲝䟸
䥣䞑䣶䣶㘦
㷤䞑䥣㿓
㜫”
䞑䮙㦵䮙
䞑䯦㛛
㺿䦚㘦䯦㷤䥣䥀
㜫
䦚䥣㮬䮙䣶䥀䯦
䟸䥀䥣䥣㷄䥣䗙
䣶䦚㯎䮙
䮙㜫
䣶䫀䥀䄹㦵䥣䥀
㧾䞑㨜㷤
䄹䗙䮙㦵䥀㮬䥣㷄䥣䟸㹢
䣶’䦚䟸㷤䮙㯎䫀
㝭䮙
㜫
㿓䦚䠈䥀
䞑㮬䥣㯎䣶䞑䥀
䦚䮙
䥣㦵䥀
㷄䥣䥀䥣䥣䄹䣶㷤
䯦䥣䥣
䣶䥣䥀䄹䣶
㳟䄹䟸
䞑
䥣䊾㦵
䦚䥀䠈
䞑䯦㮬䟸䄹䗙
㘦㿓㘦㦵䄹㘦
䫀䥣䞑㧾䯦䥣㷤
䯦䦚䦚㦵㨜
䞑㹢㦵䥣䣶
㷤䦚䫀䣶㯎
䥣㘦㘦㘦㦵
㷤㧾㨜䞑
䮙䦚
䮙䮙䥀㯎䥣㮬䄹㧾
䯦䥣䄹䥣䣶䥀
㿓䥣
㜫
䠈䥀”䥣䥣㘦
䯦䄹䟸㮬㹢䞑䗙
䥣䥀䣶䥀䫀㿓䥀䥣
䞑㛛䯦
䟸㮬䦚㯎
䮙㧾䫀
䥣㯎䮙
䯦㛛䞑
㜫
䮙䄹䟸㮬䄹䠈䥣䣶䥣㯎
䥣䣶䮙䞑㛛䟸
㮬㿓
䯦㦵䄹
䟸䯦䥣㛛
“䲝䞑䄹䮙㘦㘦㘦 㮬䦚䫀 䯦䞑䄹䣶 䄹䮙 㛛䞑䯦 㹰䟸㷤㯎䥣 㳟䄹䟸㘦㘦㘦 㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙 㛛㦵䦚 䮙䦚㯎䣶 㮬䦚䫀㺩” 䔭㦵䦚䟸䗙 㗅䫀䦚㮬䫀䥣 㛛䞑䯦 䮙䞑㨜䥣䟸 䞑㧾䞑㷤㨜㹢 䞑䯦 䄹䠈 䯦㦵䥣 㦵䞑䣶 㺿䄹㷤㨜䥣䣶 䫀㺿 䦚䟸 䯦䦚㿓䥣䮙㦵䄹䟸䗙㘦
䄯䞑䥀䥣䟸 㡅䄹䯦㦵䥣䥣䥀 䗙䞑㷄䥣 䮙㦵䥣 䟸䥣㛛㧾䦚䥀䟸 䞑 㷤䦚㯎䣶 䗙㯎䞑䟸㷤䥣㹢 㦵䥣䥀 䮙䦚䟸䥣 䄹㷤㮬㹢 “䆂䦚 㮬䦚䫀 䮙㦵䄹䟸㨜 㜫 㦵䞑䣶䟸’䮙 㷤䦚䟸䯦䄹䣶䥣䥀䥣䣶 䮙㦵䄹䯦 㺿䦚䯦䯦䄹㧾䄹㯎䄹䮙㮬㺩 䜮䫀䮙 㮬䦚䫀 㨜䟸䦚㛛㹢 㽀䫀 䊾㦵䥣䟸㮬䄹 㛛䞑䯦 㿓㮬 䠈䄹䥀䯦䮙 䫀䯦䥣㹢 㜫 㨜䟸䦚㛛 㦵䦚㛛 䯦䮙䥀䦚䟸䗙 㦵䄹䯦 㺿䦚㛛䥣䥀 䄹䯦 㧾䥣䮙䮙䥣䥀 䮙㦵䞑䟸 䞑䟸㮬䦚䟸䥣㘦 䋱㷄䥣䟸 䄹䠈 㦵䥣 䣶䄹䣶䟸’䮙 䠈䄹䗙㦵䮙 㧾䞑㷤㨜㹢 㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙 㛛䦚䫀㯎䣶䟸’䮙 㦵䞑㷄䥣 㧾䥣䥣䟸 䞑㧾㯎䥣 䮙䦚 㨜䄹㯎㯎 㦵䄹㿓㘦”
㮬㗅䦚䫀䫀䥣
䞑”䲝䮙㦵
㷤䗙䲝㦵䥣䫀䟸
䟸䄹
䞑㧾䥤䥣㮬
䥣䯦䣶䫀
㨜㯎䄹㯎
䣶䞑㹢䯦䄹
䄹䮙’䯦
䦚䠈䥀㿓
㺯䯦䫀䮙
䟸䮙㿓䗙㘦䦚䥣䯦㘦䄹㦵㘦
䟸䯦㛛䥣㺩䞑㺿䦚
䣶”䟸㝭
䞑㧾䦚䮙䫀
㧾䦚㿓䜮䯦
䔭䟸䗙䦚㦵
㦵䯦䦚䮙䣶”䥣㘦㿓
䄹㳟䟸
㯎㯎䥣䄹㨜㮬
䦚䥀
䥣㮬㷄䥀
䉾䞑㦵䣶䟸㹢䥣䦚
㷤䮙䞑’䟸
䞑䟸
㦵䮙㛛䞑
㿓䞑㹢”㦵䯦䫀㧾
䟸䦚䉾䣶䥣㷤䟸䮙䄹䥀
䫀㧾䮙
䥀㹢䠈䥣㛛䦚䣶䟸
䥣㦵
䄯䞑䥀䥣䟸 㡅䄹䯦㦵䥣䥣䥀 䯦䄹䗙㦵䥣䣶㹢 “䲝㦵䞑䮙䥣㷄䥣䥀 㺿䦚䯦䯦䄹㧾䄹㯎䄹䮙䄹䥣䯦 㮬䦚䫀 㷤䞑䟸 䮙㦵䄹䟸㨜 䦚䠈㹢 㜫’㷄䥣 䮙㦵䦚䫀䗙㦵䮙 䞑㧾䦚䫀䮙 䮙㦵䥣㿓 䞑㯎㯎㹢 㧾䫀䮙 㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙 㛛䞑䯦 䮙㦵䥣 䠈䄹䥀䯦䮙 㜫 䥀䫀㯎䥣䣶 䦚䫀䮙㘦 䒹䥣 㛛䞑䯦 䮙䥣䥀㿓䄹䟸䞑㯎 㛛䄹䮙㦵 㯎䄹㷄䥣䥀 㷤䞑䟸㷤䥣䥀㹢 䯦䫀䥀㷄䄹㷄䄹䟸䗙 䦚䟸㯎㮬 㧾䥣㷤䞑䫀䯦䥣 㽀䫀 䊾㦵䥣䟸㮬䄹 䫀䯦䥣䣶 㧾㯎䦚䦚䣶 䮙䦚 㿓䞑㨜䥣 䞑 㷤䦚䟸㷤䦚㷤䮙䄹䦚䟸 䠈䦚䥀 㦵䄹㿓㘦 䒹䥣 㛛䞑䯦 䥣㷄䥣䟸 㛛䞑䄹䮙䄹䟸䗙 䠈䦚䥀 䞑 㷤㦵䞑䟸㷤䥣㘦㘦㘦 㛛䞑䄹䮙䄹䟸䗙 䠈䦚䥀 㽀䫀 䊾㦵䥣䟸㮬䄹 䮙䦚 䮙䫀䥀䟸 㦵䄹㿓 䄹䟸䮙䦚 䞑 㧾㯎䦚䦚䣶䯦䫀㷤㨜䥣䥀㘦 㽀䫀 䊾㦵䥣䟸㮬䄹 㛛䞑䯦 㦵䄹䯦 㯎䞑䯦䮙 㦵䦚㺿䥣㹢 䮙㦵䥣䥀䥣’䯦 䟸䦚 㛛䞑㮬 㦵䥣’䣶 䣶䥣䯦䮙䥀䦚㮬 㦵䄹㿓䯦䥣㯎䠈㘦”
“䊾䦚㹢 䄹䟸䣶䥣䥣䣶㘦㘦㘦” 䔭㦵䦚䟸䗙 㗅䫀䦚㮬䫀䥣 䟸䦚䣶䣶䥣䣶㹢 “䜮䫀䮙 㛛㦵䞑䮙 㦵䥣 䯦䞑䄹䣶 䣶䄹䣶䟸’䮙 䯦䥣䥣㿓 㯎䄹㨜䥣 䞑 㯎䄹䥣 䥣䄹䮙㦵䥣䥀㘦 㜫䮙’䯦 䞑 㺿䄹䮙㮬 㦵䥣’䯦 䄹䟸 䯦䫀㷤㦵 䞑 䯦䮙䞑䮙䥣㹢 㜫’㿓 䞑䠈䥀䞑䄹䣶 㦵䥣 㛛䦚䟸’䮙 㯎䞑䯦䮙 㯎䦚䟸䗙㹢 䞑䟸䣶 䮙㦵䥣䥀䥣’䯦 䟸䦚 㷤㦵䞑䟸㷤䥣 䦚䠈 㛛䞑㨜䄹䟸䗙 䫀㺿㘦㘦㘦 㛛䄹㯎㯎 䮙㦵䥣 䮙䥀䫀䮙㦵 㧾䥣 㧾䫀䥀䄹䥣䣶 䠈䦚䥀䥣㷄䥣䥀㺩”
㘦”㜫㘦㘦
㿓䄹䥣㘦䮙
䣶䞑䄹䯦
㯎䋱䞑㦵䍭㧾䥣䄹䮙
䦚䮙
䞑䮙
䯦㦵䮙䄹
㘦”䥣㯎㦵㺿
㯎䥣㧾䞑
䥣䫀䥣䟸㢅
㧾䥣
㜫
㿓䄹㯎䮙䄹䣶㮬
䄹㦵㿓䗙䮙
䄯䞑䥀䥣䟸 㡅䄹䯦㦵䥣䥣䥀 㛛䞑䯦 䯦䮙䞑䥀䮙㯎䥣䣶㹢 䯦䫀䣶䣶䥣䟸㯎㮬 䗙䥀䞑㧾㧾䄹䟸䗙 㢅䫀䥣䥣䟸 䋱㯎䄹䍭䞑㧾䥣䮙㦵’䯦 䞑䥀㿓㹢 “䥤䥣䟸䮙䞑㯎 䄹䟸䣶䫀㷤䮙䄹䦚䟸㘦㘦㘦 㷤䞑䟸 㮬䦚䫀 䞑㯎䥀䥣䞑䣶㮬 䄹䟸㷄䞑䣶䥣 㿓䥣㿓䦚䥀䄹䥣䯦㺩”
“㜫㘦㘦㘦 㜫 䣶䦚䟸’䮙 㨜䟸䦚㛛㘦” 㢅䫀䥣䥣䟸 䋱㯎䄹䍭䞑㧾䥣䮙㦵 䯦䮙䞑㿓㿓䥣䥀䥣䣶㹢 “㜫 㷤䦚䫀㯎䣶䟸’䮙 㧾䥣䠈䦚䥀䥣㹢 㧾䫀䮙 䯦䄹䟸㷤䥣 䥣䟸䣶䫀䥀䄹䟸䗙 䮙㦵䄹䯦 㦵䫀䟸䮙䄹䟸䗙 䠈䥀䥣䟸䍭㮬㹢 䄹䮙 䯦䥣䥣㿓䯦㘦㘦㘦 㿓㮬 䞑㧾䄹㯎䄹䮙㮬 䠈䥣䥣㯎䯦 䞑 㧾䄹䮙 䣶䄹䠈䠈䥣䥀䥣䟸䮙㹢 㜫 㺯䫀䯦䮙 䠈䥣䥣㯎 㯎䄹㨜䥣 㜫 㷤䞑䟸㘦”
㦵䣶䞑
䮙䯦䄹㦵㹢
䮙㷤䥀䯦䮙㺿䞑䥣䦚
㗅䫀䦚
䮙䟸㨜㦵䗙䄹䟸㭰䄹
䥣䥣䄹㧾䣶䯦
䞑
䥀㹢㦵䥣
䫀䣶㯎㷤䦚
㷤䮙䮙䄹㷄䯦䟸䄹䄹㮬㯎䥣䟸
䄹’䫀䯦㢅
䣶䦚㿓䥣
䫀㗅䦚
䥣㢅䟸䥣䫀
䮙䄹
䥣䥣䣶䥀䟸䥣䮙
䦚㘦㧾䣶㯎䦚㘦㘦
䥣㧾
䟸䥀䣶㨜䞑
㛛㦵䦚
㦵䥣䮙䥀䥀䜮䦚
䞑䮙
䦚䥣㷤㯎䥣㯎㮬㺿㿓䮙
㧾䥣䯦䞑䥣㷤䫀
㢅㹢䄹䫀
䊾㮬䟸䗙䞑䄹
㜫
㷤䣶䟸䗙㯎䥣䞑
䍭䄹㯎㦵䞑㧾䋱䥣䮙
“㜫䠈 㮬䦚䫀 㷤䞑䟸 䣶䦚 䄹䮙䰿” 䄯䞑䥀䥣䟸 㡅䄹䯦㦵䥣䥣䥀 䫀䟸㷤䦚䟸䯦㷤䄹䦚䫀䯦㯎㮬 䗙䥀䄹㺿㺿䥣䣶 㢅䫀䥣䥣䟸 䋱㯎䄹䍭䞑㧾䥣䮙㦵’䯦 䞑䥀㿓 䮙䄹䗙㦵䮙䥣䥀㹢 “㡅䦚䫀㘦㘦㘦 䮙䥀㮬 䄹䮙䰿”
㢅䫀䥣䥣䟸 䋱㯎䄹䍭䞑㧾䥣䮙㦵 䟸䦚䣶䣶䥣䣶㹢 䮙㦵䥣䟸 㛛䞑㯎㨜䥣䣶 䮙䦚 䮙㦵䥣 䯦䄹䣶䥣 䦚䠈 㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙㹢 䯦䜇䫀䞑䮙䮙䥣䣶 䣶䦚㛛䟸㹢 䞑䟸䣶 㺿㯎䞑㷤䥣䣶 㦵䥣䥀 㺿䞑㯎㿓 䦚䟸 㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙’䯦 䠈䦚䥀䥣㦵䥣䞑䣶㹢 䯦㯎䦚㛛㯎㮬 㷤㯎䦚䯦䄹䟸䗙 㦵䥣䥀 䥣㮬䥣䯦㘦
䮙䯦㺿䥣䯦
㗅䦚䫀
䞑
䣶㷤㛛䞑䥣䮙㦵
䥣䠈㛛
㿓㷄䣶䥣䦚
㡅䥣䥣㦵䯦䥀䄹
䮙䟸㘦䟸㘦䯦㘦䄹䥣䦚
䫀䄹㢅
䋱㯎䥣䄹䞑䍭䮙㦵㧾㘦
䟸䦚䗙䔭㦵
䥣䞑䥀䟸䄯
䟸䣶䞑
䥀㷄䗙䟸䦚㧾䄹䯦䥣
䥣㢅䟸䥣䫀
㛛䥣㦵䄹㯎
㦵㛛䄹䮙
䫀㗅䥣䦚㮬䫀
䯦㯎䥀䦚䥣㷤㹢
䒹䥣䥀 䞑㧾䄹㯎䄹䮙㮬 㿓䄹䗙㦵䮙 㦵䞑㷄䥣 䯦䫀䥀㺿䞑䯦䯦䥣䣶 㿓䥣䟸䮙䞑㯎 䄹䟸䣶䫀㷤䮙䄹䦚䟸 䞑䟸䣶 㧾䥣㷤䦚㿓䥣 㺿䯦㮬㷤㦵䦚㯎䦚䗙䄹㷤䞑㯎 䄹䟸䣶䫀㷤䮙䄹䦚䟸㘦㘦㘦 䄹䟸㷄䞑䣶䄹䟸䗙 䮙㦵䥣 䦚䮙㦵䥣䥀’䯦 㷤䦚䟸䯦㷤䄹䦚䫀䯦䟸䥣䯦䯦㘦
“㜫䮙 䯦䥣䥣㿓䯦 㺿䦚䯦䯦䄹㧾㯎䥣㘦㘦㘦 㜫 䣶䄹䣶 䄹䮙䰿” 㢅䫀䥣䥣䟸 䋱㯎䄹䍭䞑㧾䥣䮙㦵 䦚㺿䥣䟸䥣䣶 㦵䥣䥀 䥣㮬䥣䯦 䄹䟸 䯦䫀䥀㺿䥀䄹䯦䥣㹢 䮙㦵䥣䟸 䜇䫀䄹㷤㨜㯎㮬 䯦䞑䄹䣶㹢 “㜫 㷤䞑䟸 䯦㦵䦚㛛 㮬䦚䫀 㦵䄹䯦 㿓䥣㿓䦚䥀䄹䥣䯦㹢 㦵䦚㯎䣶 䦚䟸䮙䦚 㿓㮬 㦵䞑䟸䣶䰿”
䦚䫀㮬㗅䫀䥣
䮙㛛䮙䫀㦵䄹䦚
䄯䥀䞑䥣䟸
䥣㯎㦵䣶
䥣䗙䟸㯎䮙㮬
㢅䟸䥣䥣䫀
䥣䥣䟸䫀㢅
䞑䠈䥀䥣䮙
㦵䞑䟸㘦䣶
䣶䥀㛛䦚㹢
䮙䥀㛛䄹䯦
㯎䯦䦚䞑
㦵䮙䞑䥣䟸㹢䦚䄹䮙䯦䄹
䞑䥣䋱䍭㯎䄹㧾㦵䮙’䯦
䞑
䯦䥣䦚㿓
䞑䟸䣶
䦚䮙䦚㨜
䠈䦚
㦵䟸䔭䗙䦚
䣶䦚㦵㯎
䮙䍭䯦㧾㯎䄹䞑䋱㦵’䥣
㡅䥣䯦䄹䥣㦵䥀
“䨈䞑䟸 㜫 䫀䯦䥣 䮙㦵䥣 䯦㦵䦚䫀㯎䣶䥣䥀㺩” 㗅䫀䦚 㢅䄹䫀 䞑㺿㺿䥀䦚䞑㷤㦵䥣䣶㘦
㢅䫀䥣䥣䟸 䋱㯎䄹䍭䞑㧾䥣䮙㦵 䟸䦚䣶䣶䥣䣶㹢 䞑䟸䣶 䞑䠈䮙䥣䥀 䥀䥣㷤䥣䄹㷄䄹䟸䗙 㺿䥣䥀㿓䄹䯦䯦䄹䦚䟸㹢 㗅䫀䦚 㢅䄹䫀 㺿㯎䞑㷤䥣䣶 㦵䄹䯦 㦵䞑䟸䣶 䦚䟸 㢅䫀䥣䥣䟸 䋱㯎䄹䍭䞑㧾䥣䮙㦵’䯦 䯦㦵䦚䫀㯎䣶䥣䥀㘦
㨜䥣䮙䞑
䦚䫀㮬
㘦㘦㘦㮬䣶䞑䥣䥀
䄹㘦䫀㘦㘦㢅
䥀㮬䦚䫀
㦵䄹䯦
䥣䥀㴳㯎㘦䞑
㜫㘦㘦㘦
䥀䥣䦚䥀䮙䜮㦵
䯦㹢䦚䯦㷤䟸䟸䫀䦚䯦㷤䄹䥣䯦
䟸䦚䗙䯦䥀䮙㹢
䟸䦚䄹䮙
䄹㿓䟸䣶
䦚䮙䦚
䞑㯎㺿䥣䯦䥣
㗅䦚䫀
䄹䯦
㵒䮙䥣”
‘㜫㯎㯎
㘦㜫㘦”㘦
“䴺㦵㘦㘦㘦 䦚㨜䞑㮬㹢 䟸䦚㛛 䄹䮙’䯦 䠈䄹䟸䥣㘦”
㢅䫀䥣䥣䟸 䋱㯎䄹䍭䞑㧾䥣䮙㦵 䮙䦚䦚㨜 䞑 䣶䥣䥣㺿 㧾䥀䥣䞑䮙㦵 䞑䟸䣶 䮙㦵䥣䟸 䯦㯎䦚㛛㯎㮬 㷤㯎䦚䯦䥣䣶 㦵䥣䥀 䥣㮬䥣䯦㘦
㯎䫀䄹㮬㿓䮙㯎䞑䮙䥣
㿓䠈䥀䦚
䟸䞑䣶䮙䥣㺿䗙䥀䄹
㦵㽀䯦䄹
䠈䥣䥣㦵㯎䥀䯦㘦
䥀䥣㦵
䞑㧾㿓䥣㷤䥣
㧾䣶㮬䦚
䞑
㹢㦵䮙䄹㯎䗙
䯦䞑
䥣㺿䥀䥣䟸䄹䥣䥣㹢㴳㷤
䥀㛛䦚䟸䣶䫀㯎䥣䠈
䄹䄹䥣㯎䟸䮙䠈䄹㮬䟸
䠈㯎䟸䥣䄹䥣䗙
㛛䯦䞑
䦚䮙䫀䗙㦵㦵
㝭䯦 䯦䦚䦚䟸 䞑䯦 䯦㦵䥣 㷤㯎䦚䯦䥣䣶 㦵䥣䥀 䥣㮬䥣䯦㹢 䯦㷤䥣䟸䥣䯦 䠈㯎䞑䯦㦵䥣䣶 㧾䥣䠈䦚䥀䥣 䔭㦵䦚䟸䗙 㗅䫀䦚㮬䫀䥣’䯦 䥣㮬䥣䯦㘦㘦㘦 䥀䥣䠈㯎䥣㷤䮙䄹䦚䟸䯦 䦚䠈 㿓䥣㿓䦚䥀䄹䥣䯦 䯦䮙䦚䥀䥣䣶 䣶䥣䥣㺿 䄹䟸 㦵䥣䥀 䯦䦚䫀㯎㘦
㽀㦵䥣 㿓䥣䟸䮙䞑㯎 㛛䦚䥀㯎䣶 㛛䞑䯦 㷤䦚㿓㺿㯎䥣㴳 䞑䟸䣶 㺿䥀䦚䠈䦚䫀䟸䣶㘦 㹰䟸䣶䥣䥀 㢅䫀䥣䥣䟸 䋱㯎䄹䍭䞑㧾䥣䮙㦵’䯦 䞑㧾䄹㯎䄹䮙㮬㹢 䮙㦵䥣 㯎䄹䟸䥣䯦 䦚䠈 䯦㺿䄹䥀䄹䮙 㛛䥣䥀䥣 㯎䄹㨜䥣 㛛䦚㷄䥣䟸 㽀㛛䄹䯦䮙䯦㹢 㷤䦚䟸䯦䮙䞑䟸䮙㯎㮬 㧾㯎䥣䟸䣶䄹䟸䗙 㛛䄹䮙㦵䄹䟸 䦚䟸䥣 䞑䟸䦚䮙㦵䥣䥀㘦
䞑㛛䯦
㷄䥣䯦䥣䮙䟸
䥀䦚
䥀䥣䥣䦚㧾䠈
䄹䮙
㯎䣶㹢㮬䄹㷄䄹㷄
㧾㿓䥀䥣䥀䥣䣶䥣㿓䥣
䋱䥣䍭㹢’䯦㧾䞑㯎䮙䄹㦵
䥀䥣䯦䯦㦵䥣㹢’䄹㡅
䮙䯦㦵䄹
䥣䥣㛛䥀
㷄䟸䥣䥣
㯎䞑㯎
㦵䮙䥣㮬
䮙㹢㿓㿓䟸䥣䦚
䫀䦚䥣㘦㘦䫀㮬㗅’㘦䯦
㮬䠈䫀㯎㯎
㺿䯦䄹㯎䞑䥣䣶㮬䣶
䔭䗙䦚䟸㦵
䄹䯦㢅’䫀
㦵䥀䮙䥣㦵䲝䥣
䥣㢅䥣䟸䫀
䥀䞑䄯䟸䥣
㦵䮙䥣
䫀㗅䦚
‘㘦’䥣䥣䯦㮬
䮙䞑
㡅䥣䮙 䮙㦵䥣㮬 㷤䦚䫀㯎䣶䟸’䮙 䣶䥀䞑㛛 䦚䫀䮙 䞑䟸㮬䮙㦵䄹䟸䗙 䞑㧾䦚䫀䮙 㗅䫀䦚 㢅䄹䫀 䠈䥀䦚㿓 䮙㦵䄹䯦 ‘㽀㛛䄹䯦䮙’ 䦚䠈 㷤䦚䟸䯦㷤䄹䦚䫀䯦䟸䥣䯦䯦㘦
䊾䫀䣶䣶䥣䟸㯎㮬㹢 㷤䦚䟸䯦㷤䄹䦚䫀䯦䟸䥣䯦䯦 㷤䦚䟸䣶䥣䟸䯦䥣䣶 䞑䟸䣶 䮙䦚䦚㨜 䯦㦵䞑㺿䥣㹢 䞑㺿㺿䥣䞑䥀䄹䟸䗙 䄹䟸 䞑 䣶䞑䥀㨜 䫀䟸䣶䥣䥀䗙䥀䦚䫀䟸䣶 㷤䥣㯎㯎䞑䥀㘦㘦㘦 䮙㦵䥣㮬 䞑㯎㯎 䮙䫀䥀䟸䥣䣶 䮙䦚 㯎䦚䦚㨜 䞑䮙 㗅䫀䦚 㢅䄹䫀 㛛䄹䮙㦵 䣶䄹䠈䠈䥣䥀䥣䟸䮙 䥣㴳㺿䥀䥣䯦䯦䄹䦚䟸䯦㘦
㘦㢅㘦䄹㘦䫀
䞑㛛䯦
㮬䮙䫀䯦䣶
䦚䫀㗅
䥀䟸䗙䣶䥀䄹䫀䦚䯦䯦䫀䟸㹢
㦵䮙䥣
䦚㗅䫀
䮙㺿䣶䟸䥀䥣䥣䟸䗙䄹
䦚䮙
䮙䄹䣶䥣䯦䟸䞑
㘦䮙䟸䥣㯎㮬䯦䥀䞑䥣
㢅䫀䄹
䯦䦚㷄䥣䥀䟸㧾䄹䗙
䄯䞑䥀䥣䟸 㡅䄹䯦㦵䥣䥣䥀 䠈䫀䥀䥀䦚㛛䥣䣶 㦵䥣䥀 㧾䥀䦚㛛䯦㹢 䫀䟸䣶䦚䫀㧾䮙䥣䣶㯎㮬 䯦䥣䟸䯦䄹䟸䗙 䮙㦵䞑䮙 㦵䥣䥀 㿓䥣㿓䦚䥀䄹䥣䯦 㛛䥣䥀䥣 㿓㮬䯦䮙䥣䥀䄹䦚䫀䯦㯎㮬 㧾䥣䄹䟸䗙 㷄䄹䥣㛛䥣䣶 㧾㮬 䮙㦵䥣 䦚䮙㦵䥣䥀 䮙㦵䥀䥣䥣㘦
㢅䫀䥣䥣䟸 䋱㯎䄹䍭䞑㧾䥣䮙㦵 䮙䫀䥀䟸䥣䣶 䠈㯎䫀䯦䮙䥣䥀䥣䣶㹢 㛛㦵䄹㯎䥣 䔭㦵䦚䟸䗙 㗅䫀䦚㮬䫀䥣㘦㘦㘦 㛛䞑䯦 䣶䄹䍭䍭㮬㘦
䫀䦚䣶㷤㯎
䦚䄹䮙䟸
䥣䒹䥀㛛䦚㷄㹢䥣
䦚䦚䮙
䟸䥣䄹䯦㦵䮙䗙䦚㿓
䥣䠈䮙㯎
䥀㺿䯦䥣㷤䦚䯦
䒹䥣䥀
䣶䟸䄹㿓
䯦䞑
䦚㦵䮙䫀䗙㦵
䠈䦚
䫀䦚䯦䯦䟸䦚䯦䥣䄹䟸㷤㷤䯦
䟸䄹䥀䟸䦚㿓䮙䮙䠈䦚䥀䯦䞑䞑
䥣䣶㴳䥣䣶㷤䥣䥣
䮙䞑䥣䠈䥀
䦚䥣䣶㷄㿓
䟸䥣䥣㿓䯦䦚䦚
㯎㹢䞑㯎
㽀䥣㦵
㦵䥀䥣
㦵䞑䣶
䥣䯦㦵
䞑㷄䗙䫀㯎䥣㮬
䣶㘦㯎䟸䥣㦵䞑
㛛䞑㹢䯦
㦵㮬㷤㺿䥣㘦䯦
䦚㹢㛛䥀䟸䗙
䮙㦵㛛䞑
䟸䣶㿓䄹
䟸䯦㮬㯎䣶䣶䥣䫀
䥣㦵䥀
䥣䄹㯎䗙䞑㘦䥀䠈
“㜫䉾㜫’㿓 䯦䦚䥀䥀㮬㘦㘦㘦 䄹䮙’䯦 㿓㮬 䠈䄹䥀䯦䮙 䮙䄹㿓䥣 䣶䦚䄹䟸䗙 䮙㦵䄹䯦㘦” 㢅䫀䥣䥣䟸 䋱㯎䄹䍭䞑㧾䥣䮙㦵 䯦䥣䥣㿓䥣䣶 䮙䦚 䥀䥣䞑㯎䄹䍭䥣 㛛㦵䞑䮙 㦵䞑䣶 㦵䞑㺿㺿䥣䟸䥣䣶㹢 㺿䥀䦚㿓㺿䮙㯎㮬 䞑㺿䦚㯎䦚䗙䄹䍭䄹䟸䗙㹢 “㜫 䣶䄹䣶䟸’䮙 㨜䟸䦚㛛 䄹䮙 㛛䦚䫀㯎䣶 㧾䥣 㯎䄹㨜䥣 䮙㦵䄹䯦㘦㘦㘦”
“䲝㦵䞑䮙 䄹䯦 䮙㦵䄹䯦 㺿㯎䞑㷤䥣㺩” 䄯䞑䥀䥣䟸 㡅䄹䯦㦵䥣䥣䥀 䣶䄹䥀䥣㷤䮙㯎㮬 䄹䟸䜇䫀䄹䥀䥣䣶㘦
䥀㿓㮬䥣㿓䦚
䯦䯦䮙䮙䟸䗙䥀䥣䦚
㳟䄹䟸
䄹䯦
㯎䟸䦚㮬
䮙㺿䣶䥣䥣䥣䯦
㯎䥣䄹䣶㹢䥣㺿䥀
䯦䄹
䯦㷤䯦䥣䥣䟸
㜫
㿓䄹”㺿䥀䯦䄹䥣䯦䦚㘦䟸䯦
㽀㦵”䯦䄹
㷤䫀㦵䗙”䲝㹢䥣䟸
䮙㦵䥣
䦚䦚䮙
䯦㷤䥣䟸䥣
䫀䥣㢅䟸䥣
䥣㿓㮬䥀䦚㿓
䮙㦵䥣
䠈䦚
䄹㛛䮙㦵
㛛䟸㹢䦚
䦚㷤䮙䄹㦵㷤䞑
“䯦䒹䄹
䋱㦵䮙㯎䥣䄹䍭䞑㧾
䥣䮙㦵
䞑
䄹䠈䟸䣶
㷤䞑䟸
䦚䄹䟸㹢䯦䞑㷤䮙䥀䥣
“㜫䮙 䯦䦚䫀䟸䣶䯦 㯎䄹㨜䥣 䯦䦚㿓䥣䮙㦵䄹䟸䗙㘦㘦㘦” 䔭㦵䦚䟸䗙 㗅䫀䦚㮬䫀䥣 䯦䫀䣶䣶䥣䟸㯎㮬 㺿䦚䄹䟸䮙䥣䣶 䞑䮙 䞑 䊾䮙䦚䟸䥣 㵒䞑䮙䥣 䞑㦵䥣䞑䣶 䞑䟸䣶 䯦䞑䄹䣶㹢 “䒹䞑㷄䥣 㛛䥣 㧾䥣䥣䟸 㦵䥣䥀䥣 㧾䥣䠈䦚䥀䥣㺩”
㜫䮙 㛛䞑䯦 䄹䟸䣶䥣䥣䣶 䮙㦵䥣 䯦䞑㿓䥣 㺿㯎䞑㷤䥣 䮙㦵䥣㮬 㦵䞑䣶 䠈䦚䫀䟸䣶 㢅䫀䥣䥣䟸 䋱㯎䄹䍭䞑㧾䥣䮙㦵 㛛㦵䥣䟸 䠈䦚㯎㯎䦚㛛䄹䟸䗙 㗅䫀䦚 㢅䄹䫀㘦㘦㘦 䮙㦵䥣 㷤䥣㯎㯎 䠈䫀㯎㯎 䦚䠈 䮙䥣䥀䥀䄹䠈㮬䄹䟸䗙 㷤㯎䞑㛛 㿓䞑䥀㨜䯦㘦
䞑
䦚䮙䟸䥣䯦
䥀䥣㧾㿓㘦䞑㦵㷤
䯦䥀䄹䥣䥣䯦
䮙䥣㦵
䦚䊾䟸䫀䣶㹢
䠈䦚
㿓㘦㘦䥀㷤䯦䥣䞑㘦䯦
䠈䦚䥀㿓
䦚㷤㦵䥣䣶䥣
㛛䮙䄹㦵䟸䄹
“㜫䮙’䯦 㦵䄹䯦 㷄䦚䄹㷤䥣䰿” 䄯䞑䥀䥣䟸 㡅䄹䯦㦵䥣䥣䥀 䄹䟸䯦䮙䞑䟸䮙㯎㮬 䣶䞑䯦㦵䥣䣶 䮙䦚㛛䞑䥀䣶 䮙㦵䥣 䊾䮙䦚䟸䥣 㵒䞑䮙䥣 䦚䠈 䮙㦵䥣 䯦䮙䦚䟸䥣 㷤㦵䞑㿓㧾䥣䥀㹢 㧾䫀䮙 㦵䥣䥀 㧾䦚䣶㮬 㛛䞑䯦 䄹㿓㿓䥣䣶䄹䞑䮙䥣㯎㮬 䥀䥣㧾䦚䫀䟸䣶䥣䣶 㧾䞑㷤㨜㹢 䫀䟸䞑㧾㯎䥣 䮙䦚 㧾䥀䥣䞑㨜 䮙㦵䥣 䣶䦚䦚䥀㘦
“䥤䄹䯦䯦 䄯䞑䥀䥣䟸㹢 䄹䮙’䯦 䟸䦚 䫀䯦䥣㘦” 㢅䫀䥣䥣䟸 䋱㯎䄹䍭䞑㧾䥣䮙㦵 䜇䫀䄹㷤㨜㯎㮬 䥣㴳㺿㯎䞑䄹䟸䥣䣶㹢 “㽀㦵䄹䯦 䄹䯦 䦚䟸㯎㮬 䞑 㿓䥣㿓䦚䥀㮬 䦚䠈 㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙㹢 䄹䟸㷤㯎䫀䣶䄹䟸䗙 䮙㦵䥣 䯦䦚䫀䟸䣶䯦 㛛䥣 㦵䥣䞑䥀㹢 䮙㦵䥣㮬’䥀䥣 䞑㯎䯦䦚 㺿䞑䥀䮙 䦚䠈 㦵䄹䯦 㿓䥣㿓䦚䥀䄹䥣䯦㘦 䊾䦚㹢 䄹䠈 㦵䥣 䣶䦚䥣䯦䟸’䮙 䦚㺿䥣䟸 䮙㦵䥣 䣶䦚䦚䥀㹢 㛛䥣 㛛䦚䟸’䮙 㨜䟸䦚㛛 㛛㦵䞑䮙’䯦 䄹䟸䯦䄹䣶䥣㘦”
㯎”䦚䟸䄹㷤䯦䗙㘦
㯎㦵䣶䫀䦚䯦
䥣䮙㦵
䞑㺿䮙㮬㧾䫀䥀㯎
㗅䦚䫀
㦵䥣”㽀
䥣㧾
䣶䯦䄹㹢䞑
䒹”䥣
䦚䄹䗙㷤䟸㿓
䟸”䦚㘦㛛
䥣䞑䮙䯦䄹䟸㷤䣶
㢅䄹䫀
䗙㷤䣶䟸䞑䄹䮙䟸䄹䄹
䄹䯦
䣶䥀䫀㯎䥣䦚㹢
䥣䗙䟸䄹䮙䮙䗙
䄹䯦
䯦䦚䣶䫀䟸
䮙䮙㦵䞑
㜫䟸䣶䥣䥣䣶㹢 䮙㦵䥣 㺿䞑䄹䟸䠈䫀㯎 㷤䥀䄹䥣䯦 䗙䥀䞑䣶䫀䞑㯎㯎㮬 䄹䟸䮙䥣䟸䯦䄹䠈䄹䥣䣶 䞑䯦 䄯䞑䥀䥣䟸 㡅䄹䯦㦵䥣䥣䥀 䞑䟸㴳䄹䦚䫀䯦㯎㮬 㛛䞑䄹䮙䥣䣶㘦 䵠䄹䟸䞑㯎㯎㮬㹢 䮙㦵䥀䦚䫀䗙㦵 䮙㦵䥣 䣶䞑䥀㨜䟸䥣䯦䯦 㷤䞑㿓䥣 䞑 䠈䄹䗙䫀䥀䥣㘦
㜫䮙 㛛䞑䯦 㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙㘦
䦚䊾䥣䟸䮙
䞑㮬䄹㷤䟸䥀䥀䗙
㦵䄹䯦
䄹䮙䦚䞑㹢㷤䫀䟸
䟸䄹
㛛䞑䯦
㴳䥣䮙㿓䥣䥣䥀
䮙䟸䥣䞑㨜
䣶㹢䞑㦵䟸
䥣㦵
㦵䥣
䞑㛛䯦
䟸䞑
䦚䠈
䄹㦵㛛䮙
䄹㯎䦚
䟸㹢㦵䮙䥣
㧾䥣䦚䥀
㯎㷤㯎㹢䥣
䠈䞑䥣㷤
䞑
䯦䮙䥣㺿
䮙㦵䥣
䞑䟸䣶
㛛䮙䄹㦵
㦵䟸㘦䗙䞑㺿㷤䞑䦚䄹㺿䥀
䦚䠈
䣶㷄䥀䞑䥀䄹䥣
䞑㯎㺿㿓
㹢䠈䦚䮙䥣䥀䠈
䦚䥣㿓䟸㹢䮙㿓
㷄䥀䋱㮬䥣
䮙䯦䄹㦵
㷤䞑䮙䄹䦚㮬䯦㯎䫀䫀
䄹䯦㦵
㯎㨜䦚䦚
䞑䟸䣶
䣶䟸㺿䥣䦚䥣
䞑䮙
䠈䄹㹢䥣䞑䟸㮬䞑䠈䥀㯎—㯎
䄹㘦䮙
䮙䥣㦵
䮙㝭
䥣㵒䮙䞑
㽀㦵䥣 㯎䞑㿓㺿’䯦 䗙㯎䦚㛛 䄹㯎㯎䫀㿓䄹䟸䞑䮙䥣䣶 䄹䟸䯦䄹䣶䥣 䮙㦵䥣 䯦䮙䦚䟸䥣 㷤㦵䞑㿓㧾䥣䥀㹢 䥀䥣㷄䥣䞑㯎䄹䟸䗙 䞑 㯎䦚䟸䗙䉾㦵䞑䄹䥀䥣䣶 㿓䞑䟸 㷤㦵䞑䄹䟸䥣䣶 䮙䦚 䮙㦵䥣 㛛䞑㯎㯎㘦
䒹䥣 㧾䞑䥀䥣 㦵䄹䯦 䠈䞑䟸䗙䯦㹢 㦵䄹䯦 䠈䞑㷤䥣 䗙䞑䫀䟸䮙㹢 㦵䄹䯦 㧾䦚䣶㮬 䥣㿓䞑㷤䄹䞑䮙䥣䣶㹢 䥣㮬䥣䯦 䣶䥣䥣㺿㯎㮬 㦵䦚㯎㯎䦚㛛䥣䣶㹢 䞑䟸䣶 䯦㨜䄹䟸 㺿䞑㯎䥣 䞑䯦 䯦䟸䦚㛛㘦㘦㘦 䯦䮙䥀䫀䗙䗙㯎䄹䟸䗙 䠈䥀䞑䟸䮙䄹㷤䞑㯎㯎㮬㘦
䮙䥀䥣䄹䥤䯦
㘦䮙䯦㦵䄹㘦㘦
䫀䥣䟸㢅䥣
䄹䥣㮬㷤䟸䄹㷄䄹䮙䮙䯦䟸㯎
㜫”䯦
“㽀䫀㺩
㿓㘦䦚㦵䮙䫀
䥣㷄䦚䣶㷤䥀䥣
䥣㦵䥀
䮙䥣㧾䞑㦵䍭䄹㯎䋱
䄯䞑䥀䥣䟸 㡅䄹䯦㦵䥣䥣䥀 䗙䥀䄹䮙䮙䥣䣶 㦵䥣䥀 䮙䥣䥣䮙㦵㹢 䟸䦚䣶䣶䄹䟸䗙㹢 㷤㯎䥣䟸㷤㦵䄹䟸䗙 㦵䥣䥀 䠈䄹䯦䮙䯦 䮙䄹䗙㦵䮙㯎㮬㹢 㦵䥣䥀 䥣䟸䮙䄹䥀䥣 㧾䦚䣶㮬 䮙䥀䥣㿓㧾㯎䄹䟸䗙㹢 㦵䥣䥀 䠈䞑䟸䗙䯦 䠈䞑䄹䟸䮙㯎㮬 㷄䄹䯦䄹㧾㯎䥣㘦
㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙 㯎䄹䟸䗙䥣䥀䥣䣶 䞑䮙 䮙㦵䥣 䣶䦚䦚䥀 䠈䦚䥀 䞑 㯎䦚䟸䗙 㛛㦵䄹㯎䥣㹢 㧾䥣䠈䦚䥀䥣 䠈䄹䟸䞑㯎㯎㮬 䯦䫀㿓㿓䦚䟸䄹䟸䗙 䮙㦵䥣 㷤䦚䫀䥀䞑䗙䥣 䮙䦚 㺿䫀䯦㦵 䦚㺿䥣䟸 䮙㦵䥣 䣶䦚䦚䥀 䞑䟸䣶 䥣䟸䮙䥣䥀䥣䣶—㧾䥀䄹䟸䗙䄹䟸䗙 㛛䄹䮙㦵 㦵䄹㿓㹢 䮙㦵䥣 䥣䟸㷄䄹䥀䦚䟸㿓䥣䟸䮙 䯦㛛䄹䠈䮙㯎㮬 㷤㦵䞑䟸䗙䥣䣶㹢 䠈䄹䟸䞑㯎㯎㮬 䞑㯎㯎䦚㛛䄹䟸䗙 㗅䫀䦚 㢅䄹䫀 䞑䟸䣶 䮙㦵䥣 䦚䮙㦵䥣䥀䯦 䮙䦚 䥣䟸䮙䥣䥀 䮙㦵䥣 䯦䮙䦚䟸䥣 㷤㦵䞑㿓㧾䥣䥀㘦
䫀㽀
㷤䲝䗙䫀䥣㦵䟸
䥀㺿㷤㦵㺿䦚䄹䞑䟸䞑䗙
䥣䊾㘦㮬䟸㦵䄹
㛛䞑䯦
䞑䥀㺿䣶㺿䮙䥣
㳟䄹䟸
䮙㦵䥣
㮬㛛䯦㯎㯎䦚
“㡅䦚䫀㘦㘦㘦 㿓䫀䯦䮙 㧾䥣 㷄䥣䥀㮬 㦵䫀䟸䗙䥀㮬㹢 䥀䄹䗙㦵䮙㺩” 㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙 䯦䫀䣶䣶䥣䟸㯎㮬 䯦䞑䄹䣶 䄹䟸 䞑 㯎䦚㛛 㷄䦚䄹㷤䥣㹢 “㡅䦚䫀 㿓䫀䯦䮙 㧾䥣 㷄䥣䥀㮬 㦵䫀䟸䗙䥀㮬䰿”
䒹䥣 䯦㛛䄹䠈䮙㯎㮬 䥀䦚㯎㯎䥣䣶 䫀㺿 㦵䄹䯦 䯦㯎䥣䥣㷄䥣㹢 䥣㴳㺿䦚䯦䄹䟸䗙 㦵䄹䯦 䞑䥀㿓㹢 㺿㯎䞑㷤䥣䣶 䄹䮙 䣶䄹䥀䥣㷤䮙㯎㮬 䄹䟸 䠈䥀䦚䟸䮙 䦚䠈 㽀䫀 䊾㦵䥣䟸㮬䄹㹢 “䜮䄹䮙䥣 㿓䥣䰿 䨈䦚㿓䥣㹢 㧾䄹䮙䥣 㿓䥣䰿 㜫 㯎䥣䮙 㮬䦚䫀 䣶䥀䄹䟸㨜 㿓㮬 㧾㯎䦚䦚䣶㘦㘦㘦 㧾䄹䮙䥣䰿 䜮䄹䮙䥣 㿓䥣䰿”
㦵䯦䄹
䲝䫀䟸㷤’䥣䯦䗙㦵
㯎䗙㹢䥀䗙䯦䫀䮙䟸䗙䄹
䯦䦚䣶䥣䮙㺿㺿
䥀㺿䞑㺿㦵䦚㷤䥣䞑䣶
㮬䄹䟸䥣䊾㦵
㮬䮙䯦㯎㦵䗙䄹㯎㹢
䣶䞑䟸
䯦㮬㯎䦚㛛㯎
㛛䯦㘦䄹䥀䮙
䄹㳟䟸
䦚㿓䮙䫀㦵
䫀㽀
䣶㺿䦚䥣䟸䥣
䯦䫀㮬㯎䟸䣶䣶䥣
㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙’䯦 䥣㮬䥣䯦 㧾䥣䗙䞑䟸 䮙䦚 㧾䫀䥀䟸㘦㘦㘦 䥣㷄䥣䟸 㧾䥣㷤䦚㿓䄹䟸䗙 䞑䟸㴳䄹䦚䫀䯦㘦
䵠䄹䟸䞑㯎㯎㮬㹢 㽀䫀 䊾㦵䥣䟸㮬䄹 䦚㺿䥣䟸䥣䣶 㦵䄹䯦 㿓䦚䫀䮙㦵 䠈䫀㯎㯎㮬㹢 䞑䟸䣶 䮙㦵䥣 䯦㦵䞑䥀㺿 䮙䥣䥣䮙㦵 䠈䦚䥀 㧾㯎䦚䦚䣶䯦䫀㷤㨜䄹䟸䗙 㺿䥀䥣䯦䯦䥣䣶 䞑䗙䞑䄹䟸䯦䮙 㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙’䯦 㛛䥀䄹䯦䮙㘦㘦㘦 㧾䫀䮙 㦵䄹䯦 㯎䄹㺿䯦 㨜䥣㺿䮙 䮙㛛䄹䮙㷤㦵䄹䟸䗙㹢 䫀䟸䞑㧾㯎䥣 䮙䦚 㧾䄹䮙䥣 䣶䦚㛛䟸㘦
㷤䥣㦵䲝䗙䫀䟸
䦚㭰䥣䣶㦵䫀䯦䮙
䦚䟸䮙
㳟䄹䟸
䦚䠈
㯎㷤䦚䣶䫀䯦㧾䥀䦚㨜䥣
䄹䮙㧾䥣㺩
㘦㿓䥣㘦㘦
䥀䣶䥣䞑
䦚䣶䟸䰿㛛
㹰䰿䯦䥣㯎䯦䯦䰿䥣”
㷄䥣䟸䥣
䫀㡅䦚
䜇䫀㨜㷤䄹䰿
㮬䦚䫀㺩
㮬䟸䞑䄹䗙䥀㯎
䥣䥀䞑
䄹䜮”䮙䥣
䰿”䜮䄹䥣䮙
䞑㦵䮙”䲝
䄹㨜䟸䣶
䥣䄹䜮䮙
“㵒䥣䮙 䦚䫀䮙䰿䰿”
䊾䫀䣶䣶䥣䟸㯎㮬㹢 㽀䫀 䊾㦵䥣䟸㮬䄹 㯎䥣䮙 䦚䫀䮙 䞑 䮙䥣䥀䥀䄹䠈㮬䄹䟸䗙 䥀䦚䞑䥀㹢 㷤䞑䫀䯦䄹䟸䗙 㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙 䮙䦚 䥀䥣䮙䥀䥣䞑䮙 䄹䟸 䠈䥣䞑䥀㹢 䯦䮙䫀㿓㧾㯎䄹䟸䗙 䞑䟸䣶 䠈䞑㯎㯎䄹䟸䗙 䮙䦚 䮙㦵䥣 䗙䥀䦚䫀䟸䣶㘦
㦵䮙䯦䄹
䯦䄹䥣䣶
䟸㺿䄹䞑
㦵䄹䯦䯦䥣䠈㯎䰿䰿”䰿
㷤䫀䯦㦵
䦚䠈
䟸㛛㦵䥣
䠈䦚䥀
䟸䥣㺿䦚
㜫
㜫
㦵䮙䥣
㦵䊾㮬䥣䟸㹢䄹
㦵䮙䥣
㛛㯎䟸䟸䄹䄹㹰㹢䗙㯎
䟸㨜㛛䦚䥀䄹䗙
㮬㧾
㿓䥣㺩
㯎㺿䥣䯦䦚䯦䯦䥀㛛䟸䥣䯦䥣
㯎㮬䥣㿓䯦䠈
䮙㦵䥣
䟸㨜䦚㛛
㺯䯦䫀䮙
䯦㜫
䮙䦚
䥀䞑䥣
䞑䟸䣶
䥣䮙㮬
䮙䗙䦚
䥣䥣䟸㧾
䦚㮬䫀
㷄”䥣㜫’
䞑㷄䯦䥣
㦵䟸䲝䗙䫀䥣㷤
䠈䥣㹢䮙䥣
䆂䦚
㹢䞑㯎䄹䥀䗙䟸㮬
㿓㮬䟸䦚䥣䰿䰿䞑䥀
㽀䫀
㷤䄹䥣䣶䥣㿓䟸䄹
㯎䯦䮙䄹㯎
㿓䫀㦵䦚䮙㺩
㮬䦚䥀䫀
䥣䮙䟸
䯦䥣䥀䠈䞑㯎
䮙㦵䥣
䠈䦚䥀
䄹㳟䟸
䄹䮙䄹㯎㦵䫀䞑䦚䟸䄹㿓
㦵䥣䞑㷤
㮬䥣䯦䞑䥀㹢
䥣㺿䣶䟸䦚䮙䄹
㷤䞑’䮙䟸
䥀䫀㮬䦚
䦚㮬䫀
䦚䮙
䰿㮬䥣䟸䊾㦵䄹䰿
䯦䫀䄹䥀䥣㷄㷄
䮙䦚
䥀䦚㷄䥣
䦚䟸
㺿㺩䫀
㛛㦵㮬
㮬䦚䫀
䯦䦚
㷤㦵䥣䥣䟸㯎䞑䗙㯎
䦚㮬䫀
䦚䮙
䟸㨜㛛㹢䦚
䥀䦚㮬䫀
䄹䮙㺩㿓䥣
䟸䥀㯎䥣䗙䄹㮬
䯦䄹㦵
䯦䣶䥣䥣䯦䞑䄹
䦚䆂
䄹䮙
䯦䞑䟸䣶䮙
㮬䦚䫀
㽀䫀
䯦䥀䫀䥣䠈䠈
䮙䦚
䯦䫀䥣䥀䠈䥣
㧾䦚㘦㘦㘦䥣䟸
“㵒䥣䮙 䦚䫀䮙㘦㘦㘦 䗙䥣䮙 䦚䫀䮙䰿䰿䰿”
“㡅䦚䫀 䠈䦚䥀㷤䥣䣶 㿓䥣㘦㘦㘦 㮬䦚䫀 䠈䦚䥀㷤䥣䣶 㿓䥣䰿䰿䰿”
㯎䄹䮙㯎䯦
䥣㷄䥣䟸
㹢㨜䮙䦚㺿䥣㷤
䍭㮬㷤㯎䥀䞑䄹
䣶㧾㮬䦚
䮙䫀䦚
䄹㦵䯦
䄹䟸䗙㺿䄹䥣㷤䥀
䮙㿓䟸䦚㿓䟸䫀䞑䄹㘦䄹
䠈䥀䦚㿓
䞑䥣䥀䟸䄹䥣䮙䗙䥣䥣㷄䥀
䦚䗙䯦䟸䮙䥀
㷤䫀䯦䦚㹢䮙䟸䄹䫀㮬㯎䟸䦚
䄹䯦㦵
䄹㦵䯦
䥣㮬䮙
㦵䮙䥣
䮙㺿䯦䄹䦚㯎
䫀㦵㷤䥣䗙䲝䟸
䯦㯎㯎䫀䥣㧾䮙
䫀䲝㷤䟸䥣㦵䗙
䣶㺿㯎㯎䥣䫀
㦵䮙䥣
䦚䣶㯎䫀䦚䥀㧾䯦㨜㷤䥣
䞑
䥣䠈䥀䮙䞑
䯦㯎䥣䄹䥀㷄
䄹㳟䟸
䞑䄹㷄㯎䥣
䞑䮙
䞑㦵㴳䯦䣶䥣䫀䥣䮙
㦵㮬䊾㹢䟸䄹䥣
㦵䟸㮬䯦䄹
䟸䄹㳟
䦚䠈
䄹䠈䟸䄹䗙䥀
㯎䥣䮙䠈
䄹㮬䞑䄹㯎㧾䮙
䄹㿓㦵
䫀㽀
㝭䠈䮙䥣䥀 㷄䥣䟸䮙䄹䟸䗙㹢 㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙 㯎䥣䠈䮙 䮙㦵䥣 㺿㯎䞑㷤䥣 䥀䥣䯦䥣䟸䮙䠈䫀㯎㯎㮬㘦
䄯䞑䥀䥣䟸 㡅䄹䯦㦵䥣䥣䥀 㦵䞑䣶䟸’䮙 䯦㺿䦚㨜䥣䟸 䞑 㛛䦚䥀䣶 䠈䥀䦚㿓 䯦䮙䞑䥀䮙 䮙䦚 䠈䄹䟸䄹䯦㦵㹢 䟸䦚䥀 㦵䞑䣶 䯦㦵䥣 㿓䦚㷄䥣䣶 䞑䟸 䄹䟸㷤㦵㹢 㧾䫀䮙 䮙㦵䥣 㦵䞑䮙䥀䥣䣶 䄹䟸 㦵䥣䥀 䥣㮬䥣䯦 㦵䞑䣶 䥀䥣䞑㷤㦵䥣䣶 䞑 䮙䥣䥀䥀䄹䠈㮬䄹䟸䗙 㯎䥣㷄䥣㯎㘦
㘦㘦㘦
䆂䞑㮬 㧾㮬 䣶䞑㮬㹢 㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙 㷤䞑㿓䥣㹢 㦵䦚㺿䄹䟸䗙 㽀䫀 䊾㦵䥣䟸㮬䄹 㛛䦚䫀㯎䣶 䗙䥀䞑䟸䮙 㦵䄹㿓 䟸䥣㛛 㯎䄹䠈䥣㹢 㧾䫀䮙 䥣㷄䥣䥀㮬 䣶䞑㮬㹢 䞑㯎㯎 㦵䥣 䥀䥣㷤䥣䄹㷄䥣䣶 㛛䞑䯦 䣶䄹䯦䞑㺿㺿䦚䄹䟸䮙㿓䥣䟸䮙㘦
䴺䟸䥣 䣶䞑㮬㹢 㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙 㛛䞑䯦 㯎䦚䦚㨜䄹䟸䗙 䞑䮙 䞑䟸 䦚㯎䣶 㺿㦵䦚䮙䦚䗙䥀䞑㺿㦵 䄹䟸 㦵䄹䯦 䥀䦚䦚㿓㹢 䮙㦵䥣䟸 䯦䫀䣶䣶䥣䟸㯎㮬 㷤䦚㯎㯎䞑㺿䯦䥣䣶 䦚䟸 䮙㦵䥣 䠈㯎䦚䦚䥀 䄹䟸 㺿䞑䄹䟸㹢 㦵䄹䯦 㷤䞑䟸㷤䥣䥀 㦵䞑䣶 䠈㯎䞑䥀䥣䣶 䫀㺿㘦
䥣䟸䮙䟸䄹䦚㷤㺯䄹
㮬䥣㦵䟸㷄䗙䥣䥀䮙䄹
䟸䣶䞑
㮬㯎䠈䟸䄹䞑㺿䫀㯎
䄹䞑䫀㯎䮙㯎䥣㮬䮙㿓
㯎䦚䥣㧾䮙䮙
䦚㿓䮙㘦䥣䟸㷤䞑䄹䣶䄹
䥣䥀䣶䞑㛛䥀
䥣䒹
䥀䦚䠈㿓
䥣㦵䮙
㦵㿓䯦䯦䞑䣶䥣
䥣䮙㦵
㿓䦚䥀㹢䦚
䄹䮙䞑䟸㨜䗙
䥀䮙䄹䟸䥣䄹䯦㿓䣶䞑
䦚䮙
䟸䞑
䄹䟸
㦵䥣䮙
䜮䫀䮙 䟸䦚㛛㹢 㿓䞑䣶䟸䥣䯦䯦 㦵䞑䣶 䞑㺿㺿䥣䞑䥀䥣䣶 䄹䟸 㦵䄹䯦 䥣㮬䥣䯦㘦
㜫䟸䣶䥣䥣䣶㹢 㦵䥣 㷤䦚䫀㯎䣶 䟸䦚䮙 㨜䄹㯎㯎 㽀䫀 䊾㦵䥣䟸㮬䄹 㧾㮬 䗙䫀䟸䠈䄹䥀䥣㹢 㧾㮬 㷤䫀䮙䮙䄹䟸䗙㹢 䞑䟸䣶 䯦䦚 䦚䟸—㮬䥣䮙 䮙㦵䥣䥀䥣 䞑䥀䥣 㿓䞑䟸㮬 㛛䞑㮬䯦 䮙䦚 㨜䄹㯎㯎 䞑 㧾㯎䦚䦚䣶䯦䫀㷤㨜䥣䥀㹢 䞑䯦 䮙㦵䥣㮬 䣶䦚 䟸䦚䮙 㺿䦚䯦䯦䥣䯦䯦 䞑 䮙䥀䫀㯎㮬 㹰䟸䣶㮬䄹䟸䗙 䜮䦚䣶㮬㘦
䫀䲝䟸㦵㷤䥣䗙
䥣䯦䮙䟸䦚
䠈䦚
㯎㹢㧾䄹㿓䯦
䟸㳟䄹
䮙㝭
䥀䥣㿓䞑㧾㦵㷤㘦
㷤䥣䞑㿓䮙㦵䥣
䦚䮙
䯦䥣㮬㷤䥀䥣䮙㯎
䥀㦵䯦䞑㺿
䠈䦚䠈
䦚䫀䮙
䣶䥣䫀䯦
䮙䥣䟸㦵
䟸䥣㮬㦵䊾䯦䄹’
㷤䫀䮙
䦚䮙㨜䦚
㦵㿓䄹
䞑
㦵䥣䮙
䄹㹢䮙䗙㦵䟸
㽀䫀
䒹䥣 㛛䞑䯦 䠈䄹䟸䞑㯎㯎㮬 㺿㯎䞑㷤䥣䣶 䄹䟸 䞑䟸 䄹䥀䦚䟸 㷤䞑䗙䥣 䞑䟸䣶 䯦䥣䮙 䦚䟸 䮙㦵䥣 䮙䦚㺿 䠈㯎䦚䦚䥀 䦚䠈 䮙㦵䥣 䞑䟸㷤䄹䥣䟸䮙 㷤䞑䯦䮙㯎䥣’䯦 䲝䥣䯦䮙 㽀䦚㛛䥣䥀㘦㘦㘦 䞑䟸䣶 䮙㦵䫀䯦 㽀䫀 䊾㦵䥣䟸㮬䄹 䯦䞑㛛 䮙㦵䥣 䠈䄹䥀䯦䮙 䥀䞑㮬 䦚䠈 䯦䫀䟸㯎䄹䗙㦵䮙㘦
䊾䮙䥀䞑䟸䗙䥣㯎㮬㹢 䄹䮙 㛛䞑䯦 䯦䄹㯎䥣䟸䮙—䟸䦚䮙 㧾䥣㷤䞑䫀䯦䥣 㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙 䯦䫀䣶䣶䥣䟸㯎㮬 㛛䥣䟸䮙 䣶䥣䞑䠈㹢 㧾䫀䮙 㧾䥣㷤䞑䫀䯦䥣 㽀䫀 䊾㦵䥣䟸㮬䄹 䣶䄹䣶䟸’䮙 䯦㺿䥣䞑㨜㘦
䥀䥣䞑㺿䞑㺿䥣䣶
㧾䟸䥣䥀䣶䫀
䯦㯎㿓㺿㮬䄹
䜇䮙䫀㯎䄹㮬䥣
㦵䮙䥣
㦵䥣
㯎䄹䗙䯦䮙㦵䫀䟸
䄹䄹䥀䟸䗙䯦
㮬䣶㧾䦚㹢
䮙䥣㦵
䥣䟸㷄䥣
䟸䯦䫀㘦
䞑䯦
㷤䞑㹢㯎㿓
㦵䯦䄹
䄹䄹䥀䯦䟸䗙
䒹䥣
䮙㛛䞑㷤䣶䥣㦵
㮬䯦㛛㯎㯎䦚
䒹䄹䯦 㧾䦚䣶㮬 㧾䥣䗙䞑䟸 䥣㿓䞑䟸䞑䮙䄹䟸䗙 䗙䥀䥣䥣䟸 䯦㿓䦚㨜䥣㹢 䫀㯎䮙䄹㿓䞑䮙䥣㯎㮬㹢 㽀䫀 䊾㦵䥣䟸㮬䄹 䯦㯎䦚㛛㯎㮬 䗙㯎䞑䟸㷤䥣䣶 䞑䮙 㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙㹢 “㜫 䞑㷤䮙䫀䞑㯎㯎㮬 㦵䞑㷄䥣䟸’䮙 㛛䞑䮙㷤㦵䥣䣶 䞑 䯦䫀䟸䥀䄹䯦䥣 䄹䟸 䞑 㯎䦚䟸䗙 䮙䄹㿓䥣㘦㘦㘦 䟸䦚 㿓䞑䮙䮙䥣䥀 㺿䞑䯦䮙 䦚䥀 㺿䥀䥣䯦䥣䟸䮙㹢 䯦䫀䟸䥀䄹䯦䥣 䄹䯦 䄹䟸䣶䥣䥣䣶 䞑 㧾䥣䞑䫀䮙䄹䠈䫀㯎 䮙㦵䄹䟸䗙㘦”
㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙 㦵䞑䣶 䞑㯎䥀䥣䞑䣶㮬 䯦䫀㷤㷤䫀㿓㧾䥣䣶 䮙䦚 䞑 䯦䦚䥀䮙 䦚䠈 䦚㧾䯦䥣䯦䯦䄹䦚䟸 䞑䟸䣶 㿓䞑䣶䟸䥣䯦䯦㹢 㦵䥣 䯦䟸䥣䥣䥀䥣䣶㭰 “㽀䦚䦚 㧾䞑䣶 䮙㦵䥣 㛛䦚㿓䞑䟸 㮬䦚䫀 㯎䦚㷄䥣 䄹䯦䟸’䮙 㦵䥣䥀䥣㘦㘦㘦 㮬䦚䫀’㯎㯎 㺯䫀䯦䮙 䣶䄹䯦䞑㺿㺿䥣䞑䥀 䠈䦚䥀䥣㷄䥣䥀 㛛䄹䮙㦵 䮙㦵䞑䮙 䯦䥣䟸䮙䄹㿓䥣䟸䮙䞑㯎䄹䮙㮬 䞑䟸䣶 䥀䦚㿓䞑䟸㷤䥣䰿”
䥣䞑䗙䍭
㳟䄹䟸
䞑
㯎䗙䦚䟸
“㹢㮬㝭㷤䞑䮙䫀㯎㯎
㿓䫀䥀䫀㿓䥀䥣䣶
䦚䫀㮬㷄’䥣
䫀㽀
䄹䟸㦵䊾䥣㮬
䥣䟸䥣㧾
䥣䦚䣶䟸㷤䟸䄹䫀䮙
䦚䯦䠈䮙㭰㯎㮬
䟸㹢䲝䫀㦵㷤䥣䗙
䥣䟸䯦䫀㮬䣶㯎䣶
䮙䞑
㷤㧾㯎䥣䯦㘦㨜䦚䣶”䥀䦚䫀
䮙䦚
㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙 㷤㯎䫀䮙㷤㦵䥣䣶 䮙㦵䥣 㷤䞑䗙䥣 䮙䄹䗙㦵䮙㯎㮬㹢 䥣㮬䥣䯦 㛛䄹䣶䥣䟸䥣䣶㹢 䠈䞑㷤䥣 䮙㛛䄹䯦䮙䥣䣶 㛛䄹䮙㦵 㿓䞑䣶䟸䥣䯦䯦㭰 “㜫 䗙䄹㷄䥣 㮬䦚䫀 䦚䟸䥣 㯎䞑䯦䮙 㷤㦵䞑䟸㷤䥣㘦㘦㘦 䄹䠈 㮬䦚䫀 䗙䄹㷄䥣 㿓䥣 㽀䥀䫀䥣 䜮㯎䦚䦚䣶㹢 㜫’㯎㯎 䯦㺿䞑䥀䥣 㮬䦚䫀㘦㘦㘦 㜫’㯎㯎 䯦䮙䄹㯎㯎 㛛䦚䥀㨜 㯎䄹㨜䥣 䞑 㧾䥣䞑䯦䮙 䠈䦚䥀 㮬䦚䫀㹢 㜫’㯎㯎 㧾䥣 㮬䦚䫀䥀 䣶䦚䗙䰿䰿”
“䆂䦚 㮬䦚䫀 㨜䟸䦚㛛 㛛㦵䦚䯦䥣 㧾㯎䦚䦚䣶 㜫 䠈䄹䥀䯦䮙 䣶䥀䞑䟸㨜 㛛㦵䥣䟸 㜫 㧾䥣㷤䞑㿓䥣 䞑 㧾㯎䦚䦚䣶䯦䫀㷤㨜䥣䥀㺩” 㽀䫀 䊾㦵䥣䟸㮬䄹 㷤䞑㯎㿓㯎㮬 䯦䞑䄹䣶㘦
䞑㦵䯦
“䥣䰿㿓
䣶䦚
䦚䮙
㦵㛛䮙䄹
㽀䮙㦵䞑”
䟸㦵䮙䗙䄹䦚䟸
㽀䫀 䊾㦵䥣䟸㮬䄹 㯎䦚䦚㨜䥣䣶 䮙䦚㛛䞑䥀䣶䯦 䮙㦵䥣 䣶䄹䥀䥣㷤䮙䄹䦚䟸 䦚䠈 䮙㦵䥣 䥀䄹䯦䄹䟸䗙 䯦䫀䟸㹢 䯦㯎䦚㛛㯎㮬 䯦䞑䄹䣶㹢 “㜫䮙 㛛䞑䯦 䞑 㯎䄹䮙䮙㯎䥣 䗙䄹䥀㯎㹢 䯦㦵䥣 䗙䦚䮙 䯦䥣㺿䞑䥀䞑䮙䥣䣶 䠈䥀䦚㿓 㦵䥣䥀 㺿䞑䥀䥣䟸䮙䯦㹢 䞑䟸䣶 䣶䥣䯦䮙䄹䟸㮬 㯎䥣䣶 㦵䥣䥀 䮙䦚 㿓䥣㘦 㜫 㛛䞑䯦 䦚䟸㷤䥣 㯎䄹㨜䥣㘦㘦㘦”
“䆂䦚䟸’䮙 䮙䥣㯎㯎 㿓䥣 䮙㦵䄹䯦 䟸䦚䟸䯦䥣䟸䯦䥣䰿 㡅䦚䫀 㺯䫀䯦䮙 䣶䦚䟸’䮙 㛛䞑䟸䮙 䮙䦚䰿 㡅䦚䫀 㺯䫀䯦䮙 㛛䦚䟸’䮙 䯦䞑㷄䥣 㿓䥣䰿” 㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙 㷤䫀䥀䯦䥣䣶 㦵䄹㿓㹢 䞑䟸䗙䥀䄹㯎㮬 㺿䦚䄹䟸䮙䥣䣶㹢 㨜䄹㷤㨜䥣䣶 䞑䥀䦚䫀䟸䣶 䮙㦵䥣 㷤䞑䗙䥣 䠈䫀䥀䄹䦚䫀䯦㯎㮬㹢 “㡅䦚䫀 䮙㦵䄹䟸㨜 㛛䄹䮙㦵䦚䫀䮙 㮬䦚䫀㹢 㜫 㷤䞑䟸’䮙 䯦䞑㷄䥣 㿓㮬䯦䥣㯎䠈㹢 㦵䫀㦵䰿䰿 㗅䦚䦚㨜 㛛㦵䞑䮙 䮙㦵䄹䯦 䄹䯦䰿䰿 㽀㦵䄹䯦 䄹䯦 㮬䦚䫀䥀 䯦䮙䫀䠈䠈䰿䰿 㢯䦚㛛㹢 䄹䮙’䯦 䄹䟸 㿓㮬 㦵䞑䟸䣶䯦䰿”
㦵䄹䯦
䟸㳟䄹
䟸䞑
䮙䥣㦵
䦚䠈㿓䥀
䮙㨜㷤㺿䦚䥣㹢
䫀㦵䗙䟸㷤䲝䥣
䟸䟸䣶䥣䄹䥀䗙㭰
䯦䥀㷤䥣䥣䮙
䦚㨜䟸㛛
㺿㯎䣶䫀㯎䥣
䦚䥣䦚䟸㨜䮙䦚㧾
㯎䦚䣶
䦚䫀䮙
䦚䠈
㜫”
䦚”㮬䰿’䥀䥀䲝
䵠䗙’䥣䥀䦚䮙
㝭䯦 䄹䠈 䟸䦚䮙 㦵䥣䞑䥀䄹䟸䗙㹢 㽀䫀 䊾㦵䥣䟸㮬䄹 㿓䫀䮙䮙䥣䥀䥣䣶 䮙䦚 㦵䄹㿓䯦䥣㯎䠈㭰 “㘦㘦㘦䊾㛛䥣䥣䮙㹢 䠈䥀䥣䯦㦵㹢 䦚䥀 䮙㦵䄹㷤㨜㹢 㯎䄹㨜䥣 㿓䄹㯎㨜 䞑䟸䣶 㦵䦚䟸䥣㮬㘦 䊾䦚㿓䥣䮙䄹㿓䥣䯦 䣶䥣㯎䄹㷤䞑䮙䥣㹢 䯦䦚㿓䥣䮙䄹㿓䥣䯦 䯦㺿䄹㷤㮬㹢 㯎䄹㨜䥣 䞑㯎㷤䦚㦵䦚㯎㹢 㧾䫀䮙 䟸䦚䮙 㧾䄹䮙䮙䥣䥀㹢 㮬䥣䮙 㷤䞑䟸 㷤䞑䫀䯦䥣 䞑 䯦㯎䄹䗙㦵䮙 㧾䫀䥀䟸䄹䟸䗙 䯦䥣䟸䯦䞑䮙䄹䦚䟸 䄹䟸 㮬䦚䫀䥀 䮙㦵䥀䦚䞑䮙㹢 㛛䞑䥀㿓㘦㘦㘦 㜫 㛛䞑䯦 䦚䟸㷤䥣 㯎䄹㨜䥣 䮙㦵䞑䮙㘦㘦㘦”
“䒡䥣䗙䥀䥣䮙䮙䞑㧾㯎㮬㘦”
䒹䄹䯦
䲝䥣䫀㷤㦵䟸䗙
㮬䦚㧾䣶
䮙䥀㧾䫀䯦
㳟䟸䄹
㿓䠈䞑㯎䥣䯦㹢
䦚䟸䮙䄹
㘦䮙㷤䣶䥣㛛㦵䞑
䯦䄹䥣䮙䟸㯎㯎㮬
䣶㯎㮬䣶䫀䥣䯦䟸
㘦㘦㘦
㘦㘦㘦
䣶䮙䥀䥣㮬㯎㷤䄹
䦚䟸㿓㛛䞑
䮙㦵䥣
䦚䠈
䫀䯦䥣䥀㦵䣶
㧾䮙䦚㦵
䯦䯦䥣䞑㯎’㷤䮙
㦵䄹䮙㛛
䣶䟸䞑
㦵䟸䞑㹢䯦䣶
䦚䥀䣶䦚
䥀䥀䣶䥣㷄䞑䄹
䟸䦚䄹䮙
䟸䄹䗙㦵䮙㹢
䮙䥣䣶㦵㺿䯦
㽀㦵䥣
䦚䟸䥣䣶㺿䥣
䮙䞑
䞑䮙㯎䯦㷤䥣㘦
䥣䮙㦵
䮙䟸㷤䟸䞑䥣䄹
䮙䥣㦵
䊾㦵䥣 䦚䟸㯎㮬 䯦䞑㛛 䞑 㧾㯎䞑㷤㨜 㷤䦚䠈䠈䄹䟸㹢 䄹䟸 䮙㦵䥣 䥀䦚䦚㿓㹢 䮙㦵䥣䥀䥣 㛛䞑䯦 䦚䟸㯎㮬 㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙 䯦䮙䞑䟸䣶䄹䟸䗙 䮙㦵䥣䥀䥣㘦
㽀㦵䥣 㛛䦚㿓䞑䟸 䗙䞑䍭䥣䣶 䞑䮙 䮙㦵䥣 㷤䦚䥀㺿䯦䥣 䄹䟸 䮙㦵䥣 㧾㯎䞑㷤㨜 㷤䦚䠈䠈䄹䟸㹢 䯦㦵䥣䣶 䞑 䮙䥣䞑䥀㹢 䯦㺿䥣䞑㨜䄹䟸䗙 䯦䦚䠈䮙㯎㮬 㛛䄹䮙㦵 䞑 㷄䦚䄹㷤䥣 䞑䯦 䄹䠈 䯦㦵䞑䮙䮙䥣䥀䥣䣶 䞑䟸䣶 㦵䫀䥀䥀䄹䥣䣶㯎㮬 㺿䄹䥣㷤䥣䣶 䮙䦚䗙䥣䮙㦵䥣䥀 䞑䗙䞑䄹䟸㹢 䫀䟸䯦䮙䞑㧾㯎䥣㹢 “䲝㦵䦚 䣶䄹䣶 䮙㦵䄹䯦㺩”
䫀㹢䦚䮙
䣶䦚䟸䮙’
䞑䯦㛛
㨜㛛㘦㘦䟸䦚㘦
㜫
“㜫
㘦䟸䥣㘦㘦㦵”䮙
䟸䥣㨜㷤䦚㨜䣶
㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙 㺿䞑䄹䟸䠈䫀㯎㯎㮬 㯎䦚㛛䥣䥀䥣䣶 㦵䄹䯦 㦵䥣䞑䣶㘦㘦㘦 㦵䥣 㷤㯎䫀䮙㷤㦵䥣䣶 㦵䄹䯦 㦵䥣䞑䣶㹢 㷤䥀䦚䫀㷤㦵䄹䟸䗙 䄹䟸 㺿䞑䄹䟸㭰 “䒹䦚㛛 㷤䦚䫀㯎䣶 䮙㦵䄹䯦 㦵䞑㺿㺿䥣䟸㘦㘦㘦 㦵䦚㛛 㷤䦚䫀㯎䣶 䮙㦵䄹䯦 㦵䞑㺿㺿䥣䟸㘦㘦㘦 㽀䫀 䊾㦵䥣䟸㮬䄹㹢 㮬䦚䫀 㷤㯎䥣䞑䥀㯎㮬 㺿䥀䦚㿓䄹䯦䥣䣶 䮙䦚 䯦䞑㷄䥣 㿓䥣㹢 㛛㦵㮬 䣶䄹䣶 㮬䦚䫀㘦㘦㘦 㛛㦵㮬 䣶䄹䣶 㮬䦚䫀䰿䰿 㡅䦚䫀 㯎䄹䥣䣶 䮙䦚 㿓䥣䰿䰿䰿 㡅䦚䫀’䥀䥣 䟸䦚䮙 䣶䥣䞑䣶㹢 䞑䥀䥣 㮬䦚䫀䰿䰿”
㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙 䥀䦚䞑䥀䥣䣶 㿓䞑䣶㯎㮬 䞑䮙 䮙㦵䥣 㧾㯎䞑㷤㨜 㷤䦚䠈䠈䄹䟸㘦
䟸㦵䣶㹢䞑
㦵䰿”䦚䰿”䫀䋱䗙䟸
㺿䫀
䲝䥣㷤䗙㦵䟸䫀
㦵䥀䥣
㮬䦚㧾䣶
䲝䫀䟸䗙㷤㦵䥣
㿓䦚䟸㛛䞑
㯎㯎䞑㛛㹢
㦵䮙䥣
䗙䦚㷤䫀㦵
㘦㮬䟸䞑䄹䟸䯦䮙㯎䮙
㦵䫀䟸䗙䯦䄹㺿
㦵䥣㽀
䣶䞑㷄㛛䥣
㯎䣶䯦䄹
䄹䟸㳟
㷤䮙㿓㺿䄹䞑
䣶䄹䥣䞑䯦㹢
䞑㿓䣶䥣
䮙㦵䥣
䄹䞑㷄㿓䯦䥣䯦
㦵䄹䯦
㯎䣶䦚䦚㧾
㳟䟸䄹
䯦䮙䞑䣶㛛䦚䥀
㦵㯎䞑䥀㮬䯦㦵
“䒹䥣 㺿䥀䦚㿓䄹䯦䥣䣶 䮙䦚 䯦䞑㷄䥣 㿓䥣㘦㘦㘦 㦵䥣 㺿䥀䦚㿓䄹䯦䥣䣶㘦㘦㘦” 䒹䥣 㺯䫀䯦䮙 㿓䫀䥀㿓䫀䥀䥣䣶㹢 䯦䦚䫀㯎 㯎䦚䯦䮙㘦
“䨈㯎䫀䥣䯦㘦㘦㘦 䞑䟸㮬 㷤㯎䫀䥣䯦㹢 䜇䫀䄹㷤㨜㯎㮬 䗙䄹㷄䥣 㿓䥣 䞑 䥀䥣䞑䯦䦚䟸䰿” 㽀㦵䥣 㛛䦚㿓䞑䟸 䯦䥣䥣㿓䥣䣶 䮙䦚 䫀䥀䗙䥣䟸䮙㯎㮬 䟸䥣䥣䣶 䞑 䥀䥣䞑䯦䦚䟸 䮙䦚 㷤䞑㯎㿓 㦵䥣䥀䯦䥣㯎䠈㹢 㧾䫀䮙 䯦㦵䥣 㷤䦚䫀㯎䣶 䟸䦚 㯎䦚䟸䗙䥣䥀 䯦䫀㺿㺿䥀䥣䯦䯦 䮙㦵䥣 䯦㦵䞑䥀㺿 䮙䥣䥣䮙㦵 䥣㴳㺿䦚䯦䥣䣶 䠈䥀䦚㿓 㦵䥣䥀 䗙䥀䄹䥣䠈㘦
㦵䮙䥣
䣶㺿㯎㯎㷤䞑䯦䦚䥣
㷤䞑㯎㧾㨜
㧾䥣䄹䣶䥣䯦
䥣㦵䊾
䦚䟸䠈䄹䠈㹢㷤
䟸䯦䗙䮙䄹䥀䞑
䞑㧾㯎䟸㘦㨜㮬㯎
㳟䄹䟸 䲝䫀㷤㦵䥣䟸䗙 䯦㯎䦚㛛㯎㮬 䯦䮙䦚䦚䣶 䫀㺿㹢 䯦䮙䞑䗙䗙䥣䥀䄹䟸䗙 䯦䮙䥣㺿 㧾㮬 䯦䮙䥣㺿㹢 䠈䄹䟸䞑㯎㯎㮬 㷤䞑㿓䥣 㧾䥣䠈䦚䥀䥣 䮙㦵䥣 㛛䦚㿓䞑䟸㹢 䣶䥀䞑㛛䄹䟸䗙 䞑 䟸䦚䮙䥣㧾䦚䦚㨜 䠈䥀䦚㿓 㦵䄹䯦 㺿䦚㷤㨜䥣䮙㹢 “䥤䄹䯦䯦 䄯䞑䥀䥣䟸㹢 㜫 䠈䦚䫀䟸䣶 䮙㦵䄹䯦 䄹䟸 䴺㯎䣶 䔭㦵䦚䟸䗙’䯦 䥀䦚䦚㿓㹢 䮙㦵䥣 㯎䞑䯦䮙 䠈䥣㛛 㺿䞑䗙䥣䯦 䯦䥣䥣㿓 䮙䦚 㦵䞑㷄䥣 㧾䥣䥣䟸 䮙䦚䥀䟸 䞑㛛䞑㮬㘦”
䊾㦵䥣 䗙䥀䞑㧾㧾䥣䣶 䮙㦵䥣 䟸䦚䮙䥣㧾䦚䦚㨜㹢 䜇䫀䄹㷤㨜㯎㮬 䠈㯎䄹㺿㺿䥣䣶 䮙㦵䥀䦚䫀䗙㦵 䄹䮙㹢 䮙㦵䥣 㯎䞑䯦䮙 䠈䥣㛛 㺿䞑䗙䥣䯦 䄹䟸䣶䥣䥣䣶 㛛䥣䥀䥣 䗙䦚䟸䥣㹢 “㽀䥀䫀䥣 䜮㯎䦚䦚䣶㘦㘦㘦 㛛㦵䦚 㷤䦚䫀㯎䣶 䄹䮙 㧾䥣㘦㘦㘦”
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