Chapter 926: Chapter 170: Daughter of the Song Family
The story of the wild man in the dense fog was quickly told, and after that, Song Ying and Gan Hong regained some strength and then began to continue on their journey.
They still bound themselves with tree vines—only this dense fog seemed to have bee even thicker than before, almost to the point where you couldn’t see five fingers outstretched.
Because of this, Gan Hong had to pick up a branch from the ground to explore her path.
In fact, they didn’t know exactly where they were heading—they might actually be circling and not covering much distance, as in such circumstances, it’s hard to ensure any sense of direction.
“By the way,” Song Ying suddenly stopped at this moment.
The slight pull of the vines caused Gan Hong to halt her steps.
Song Ying suddenly took a step forward and said softly, “You… back then, why did you leave without saying goodbye?”
Gan Hong responded indifferently, “What time is Miss Ying referring to?”
Song Ying said angrily, “You know… I’m talking about why you suddenly stopped being my bodyguard, why you suddenly left.”
Gan Hong said, “My duties as your bodyguard, Miss Ying, were arranged by the village. The term ended, and the village called me back. I was merely following orders.”
“Orders?” Song Ying furrowed her brow, “An order, and you couldn’t even say a word before leaving? Suddenly replaced by a person pletely unrelated to me? Is it because of that incident that the village called you back? But back then, you clearly gave it your all, and yet…”
Gan Hong was silent for a moment before speaking softly, “Sorry, orders are orders. My lack of ability is also a fact. Your safety is critical, and arranging for a more capable person to protect you is essential.”
Song Ying said loudly at this moment, “Any order is acceptable? Even if it means sending you to a stranger… or making you sleep with him?”
“Young Master Qiu… is not that kind of person.” Gan Hong merely shook her head and said softly, “He is much gentler than imagined, just… just a bit more indifferent in nature.”
She remembered the time in the vineyard, when Luo Qiu first took off his shoes, providing her a reason to do the same… Such small, subtle things more profoundly reflect a person’s character.
Never had he regarded her with aggressive eyes, worrying her own situation might deteriorate, hence accepting the Old Master Song’s offer by necessity.
Even though the time wasn’t long, acpanying this new young master, Gan Hong felt the passage of time both slow and fast.
Slow, as it always seemed an leisurely period. Fast, because calm and serene moments unconsciously pass by.
“Never realized,” Song Ying murmured, then shook her head, “Forget it, no point talking further… There’s hardly any meaning in discussing more. This guy, whether alive or dead now, is unknown.”
At this moment, Gan Hong suddenly said, “Actually, Miss Ying, you are also quite gentle.”
Song Ying sighed lightly, “This time, don’t flatter me. I’m not fond of listening to such words; Do you not remember?”
Gan Hong smiled faintly, but her smile was shrouded in the dense fog, with Song Ying only glimpsing the hazy features of Gan Hong’s face.
“Shh.” Gan Hong suddenly motioned for Song Ying to be quiet for a moment.
After a while, Song Ying couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong? Could it be that the previous wild wolves caught up here?”
Gan Hong said, “I hear the sound of flowing water… There should be a water source nearby… It’s over here.”
Subsequently, Song Ying felt the pull from the vines tied around her body, causing her to instinctively begin moving. Gan Hong was trained by the village, with all training programs executed according to the most powerful special forces warrior schemes from the Hua Country with extraordinarily high elimination rates.
Hence, her hearing, eyesight, touch, and reflex nerves, amongst others, surpass excellent standards… such a young girl.
“It seems like a small creek,” Gan Hong crouched down, reached out to touch several times, and found a water source amongst the grass.
“Can it be drunk?” Song Ying asked concernedly.
Gan Hong shook her head, “Visibility is too poor, can’t discern if this water source has been contaminated… and there’s no tool to boil it. If not absolutely necessary, it’s not remended for direct drinking. But we can stay here. If the rescue team finds the water source, they should trace along with the flow, which significantly boosts our rescue chances.”
“Alright.” Song Ying shook the half-empty bottle of mineral water… although not immediately needing to drink from the creek.
But it’s unlikely to hold out for long.
It’s unbearably humid here; the clothes on her body could indeed be wrung out.
“At least you can wash your face,” Gan Hong knew Song Ying had a slight cleanliness obsession, thus lowering the standard a bit.
Feeling sticky and unfortable, Song Ying had long since endured enough. Hearing Gan Hong’s words, without hesitation, she grabbed her clothes and took them off.
The following would be her trousers.
Now, she only had two pieces of underwear left—naturally, in such an environment, she wasn’t afraid of anyone seeing.
At this moment, under Gan Hong’s guidance, Song Ying slowly walked into the creek water, testing the depth, and once discovered feasible, squat down and began washing her body.
“Feel rejuvenated!” Song Ying exclaimed.
Gan Hong just silently stood by the creek, paying attention to the surroundings—since waking up, her weapons were gone too, now holding only a splintered branch sharpened with a stone.
But then, something cold splashed onto her, followed by feeling a grip on her ankle, pulling her down.
With a splash, Gan Hong plunged entirely into the creek.
A bodyguard would remain vigilant of everything around, except not wary of the person needing protection… Immersing in water, the cold made Gan Hong shiver suddenly, along with a wave of fort.
However, she maintained a stern face, “Miss Ying, you’re too relaxed.”
“You’re too tense,” Song Ying shook her head, suddenly extending her hand to touch Gan Hong’s thigh.
Gan Hong typically wore long pants, at least black long socks—because of a hideous scar on that thigh.
Through the fabric, Song Ying gently stroked the scar inside Gan Hong’s pants, asking softly, “Does it still hurt now?”
Gan Hong sat amidst the creek, thoroughly drenched, her skin being exceptionally sensitive. Yet to Song Ying’s question, she nonchalantly replied, “It’s merely a superficial wound.”
Song Ying suddenly said, “If that knife had shifted a bit, it would have pierced your chest, right? If it happened again, would you still block that knife for me?”
“I will ensure the owner’s safety,” Gan Hong whispered.
“If next time it were Luo Qiu, would you still block?” Song Ying unexpectedly asked again.
“I would.” Gan Hong replied without any hesitation.
“If it were me and Luo Qiu simultaneously… who would you block for?” Song Ying asked, gritting her teeth.
“Certainly…” Gan Hong instinctively started to answer, but at this moment Song Ying suddenly cupped her face with both hands.
At this moment, Song Ying pressed down on Gan Hong, pushing her into the shallow stream, where the water only covered Gan Hong’s ears.
She could hear the gentle babble of the water.
With the water so low, the mist was quite thin, allowing them to see each other’s faces clearly.
“Look into my eyes and tell me your answer; don’t lie to me.” Song Ying said softly, “I’ll only ask this once, and I’ll only hear it once.”
Song Ying’s lavender hair spread out in the stream, and there was something blurry in her eyes.
She gazed at Gan Hong, her eyes persistently flickering, her voice even softer, “You’re the only person who makes me feel like I have a friend… my first friend. So, is it okay…? Tell me the answer.”
But Gan Hong closed her eyes.
Song Ying’s gaze gradually dimmed.
But suddenly, Gan Hong reached out from the water and gently caressed Song Ying’s cheek. She sighed before opening her eyes, “Really… why do you always look like a child who has had their toy taken away?”
A response that Song Ying did not expect.
“Answer me!”
“Of course, it’s…” Gan Hong began, her eyes suddenly narrowing.
In a flash, Song Ying only felt her body being flipped over with immense force. Like Gan Hong, it was now she who was entirely soaked by the stream.
Now propping herself up with both hands, Gan Hong was the one pinning down Song Ying, “Of course, it’s… you.”
A mouthful of blood spurted from Gan Hong’s mouth, and she couldn’t hold herself up any longer and collapsed onto Song Ying. All Song Ying could see was a huge figure.
It was like a monster, holding a massive, thick wooden club, with fur like a mammoth, yet walking upright with human-like features… a wild man.
The very wild man from Song Haoran’s adventure stories, now appearing vividly before Song Ying’s eyes – moments ago, this wild man had swung its club down viciously.
“I was just telling a story, why would this…” Song Ying’s eyes went blank, shocked and at a loss by the situation before her.
“Hurry… hurry, go…”
The weakened Gan Hong said softly, feeling as if her entire body was numbed. The blow she had just taken seemed to have shattered her spine, but she gritted her teeth, “Hurry, go!!”
— Hurry, go!!
A voice sounded in her heart… from that time of danger.
Song Ying suddenly shivered, reached out to grab a sharp branch that had fallen beside Gan Hong, “This time… it’s my turn!”
“You’re crazy!”
“Isn’t this what friendship means?” Song Ying gritted her teeth, sprang up, “To share joys and sorrows, to live and die together, never abandoning each other… that’s what friends are!”
“Stop messing around! Run! You spoiled daughter!”
“You stop messing around! So what if I’m a spoiled daughter! Can’t I avoid regretting for the rest of my life!”
The wild man let out a sudden roar, its thick arm beating its chest, then lifted the massive club in its other hand.
Song Ying’s legs trembled slightly, but the giant wild man suddenly stopped, glaring intensely at Song Ying.
“I am also… the daughter of the Song Family!” Song Ying screeched, holding the sharp-ended branch in both hands, thrusting it towards the wild man!
But the wild man’s reaction was extremely quick, catching the branch in its large hand.
Song Ying’s strength couldn’t pare to the wild man; the branch was snatched away instantly. The wild man suddenly opened its large mouth, revealing a set of jagged yellow teeth, as if laughing.
Song Ying, taken aback, could only think to attack the wild man’s legs, immediately kicking towards its thigh… without the bat skills of the village warriors, only knowing a few self-defense moves.
Her kick not only failed to make the wild man retreat, but it felt like kicking an iron board, sending a wave of pain through her ankle, tears nearly squeezing out of Song Ying’s eyes.
She fell into the stream.
By the side, Gan Hong tried forcefully to prop herself up, but her spine had taken severe damage, making it impossible for her to stand up.
Song Ying saw this, despair flooding her heart. She crawled with difficulty to Gan Hong’s side, dragging her body, moving arduously in the stream.
“Don’t speak… I said I don’t want to regret for the rest of my life; even if it means dying! Don’t talk to me about maturity!” She immediately blocked the words about to e from Gan Hong, “Leaving you behind, I might not make it out. If we’re going to die anyway, let’s at least die with honor! Even if Grandfather is saddened, at least he’ll be proud! I am a daughter of the Song Family!”
“Little Ying…” Gan Hong called softly.
Song Ying, at this moment, hugged Gan Hong’s body tightly, closing her eyes firmly—because the wild man had already raised the big club high, ready to smash down.
Suddenly, a loud sound came from the mist.
It seemed like a gunshot.
Right after, the wild man let out a painful cry, fleeing chaotically into the mist.
Song Ying instinctively opened her eyes, seeing a faint shadow emerging from the mist… approaching the edge of the stream.
“That was close, are you guys alright?”
A voice.
Hearing this familiar voice and seeing the gradually recognizable face, Song Ying was dumbstruck—because the person standing before her couldn’t be anyone other than Luo Qiu!
Luo Qiu was holding a hunting rifle, looking spirited.
“You guy, where did you vanish to…” Song Ying murmured instinctively, then snapped awake, “Gan Hong! Gan Hong is hurt, help her quickly!”
“Can you stand?” Luo Qiu suddenly asked.
Song Ying gritted her teeth, despite the pain in her ankle, nodding.
Luo Qiu slung the hunting rifle over his shoulder, stepped into the stream, and lifted Gan Hong in his arms.
Gan Hong spoke weakly, “Young Master Qiu… you’re okay.”
Luo Qiu said, “Don’t talk for now, e with me.”
䀺㨺㞇
露
老
㜈㑕㞇㞇㨺
虜
䀺㞇㨺
㜈㺀㞇
䃫㾔䜧㠂䀺㺀
䧦䛛
㺀䏽㙶㞇
擄
盧
㾔㞇㑕䀺䎲
蘆
盧
盧
㾔䏽㞇㨺䀺㞇㜈
露
㺀㙶㾔
擄
㨺䜧䜧䧦㞇
䃇䴕 䀺㨺㞇 㞇㙶㚙㞇 䧦㛸 䀺㨺㞇 㗫㜈㞇㞇㩖䎲 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 䧦㾔㡌䴕 㛸䧦䍚㾔㙶 㨺㞇㜈 䔾㡌䧦䍚䜧㞇—㛸䧦㜈 㾔䧦㑕䎲 䜧㨺㞇 㗫䧦䍚㡌㙶 䧦㾔㡌䴕 㨺㺀䜧䀺䏽㡌䴕 䃫䍚䀺 䏽䀺 䧦㾔䎲 䜧䀺䏽㡌㡌 䜧䀺䍚䱬䔾㡌䏽㾔㚙 㺀䜧 䜧㨺㞇 㛸䧦㡌㡌䧦㑕㞇㙶 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚’䜧 䃫㺀㗫㞇㠂
䵎㺀㡌㩖䏽㾔㚙 㑕㨺䏽㡌㞇 㗫㺀㜈㜈䴕䏽㾔㚙 䜧䧦䱬㞇䧦㾔㞇 䏽䜧 㺀 㨺㺀䜧䜧㡌㞇䎲 䜧䧦 㾔䧦䀺 㡌䧦㾔㚙 㺀㛸䀺㞇㜈䎲 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 䔾㞇㚙㺀㾔 䀺䧦 㗫㺀㜈㜈䴕 䡡㺀㾔 䥊䧦㾔㚙 䧦㾔 㨺䏽䜧 䔾㺀㗫㩖㠂
㺀㨺㙶
䞕㨺㞇㺀
㺀
䧦㾔
䀺㙶䏽㾔’㙶
㞇䀺㨺
䃫㠂㜈㞇㺀䃫
㺀㞇㛸㗫
㨺㜈㞇
㺀䡡㾔
䏽㨺㑕䍚䧦䀺䀺
㚙䜧䀺㜈㞇㨺䀺㾔
䜧㺀
㑕䏽㡌䎲㡌
㡌㞇㺀䃫
䱬䧦㛸㜈
㨺㞇䜧
䀺㚙㾔䜧㜈䧦
㾔㺀䃫䎲䏽
㚙㾔䥊䧦
䎲㺀㞇䜧䃫㩖
㾔䏽㛸㺀㾔㚙䀺䏽
䧦㙶䏽㾔㨺㡌㚙
䍚㨺䀺㚙䧦㨺
䧦䀺
㙧㨺㞇 㚙㜈㺀䜧䜧 䧦㾔 䀺㨺㞇 㚙㜈䧦䍚㾔㙶 㑕㺀䜧 㒾䍚䏽䀺㞇 䜧㨺㺀㜈䃫䎲 㺀㾔㙶 䔾㞇㛸䧦㜈㞇 㡌䧦㾔㚙䎲 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙’䜧 㡌㞇㚙䜧 㑕㞇㜈㞇 㗫䧦䞕㞇㜈㞇㙶 䏽㾔 䀺䏽㾔䴕 㗫䍚䀺䜧 㛸㜈䧦䱬 䀺㨺㞇 䜧㨺㺀㜈䃫 㚙㜈㺀䜧䜧—㺀㡌䧦㾔㚙 㑕䏽䀺㨺 䀺㨺㞇 䜧䃫㜈㺀䏽㾔㞇㙶 㺀㾔㩖㡌㞇 㛸㜈䧦䱬 㛸䏽㚙㨺䀺䏽㾔㚙 䀺㨺㞇 㑕䏽㡌㙶 䱬㺀㾔䎲 䜧㞇䞕㞇㜈㞇㡌䴕 㨺䏽㾔㙶㞇㜈䏽㾔㚙 㨺㞇㜈 䱬䧦䔾䏽㡌䏽䀺䴕㠂
䃇䍚䀺 䜧㨺㞇 㙶䏽㙶㾔’䀺 䍚䀺䀺㞇㜈 㺀 㑕䧦㜈㙶 㺀㡌䧦㾔㚙 䀺㨺㞇 㑕㺀䴕䎲 㙶䏽㙶㾔’䀺 㗫㜈䴕 䧦䍚䀺 䏽㾔 䃫㺀䏽㾔…䔾㞇㗫㺀䍚䜧㞇 䜧㨺㞇 㛸㞇㺀㜈㞇㙶 䀺㨺㺀䀺 䜧䀺䧦䃫䃫䏽㾔㚙 㑕䧦䍚㡌㙶 㙶㞇㡌㺀䴕 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚’䜧 䃫㺀㗫㞇䎲 䃫䍚䀺䀺䏽㾔㚙 䡡㺀㾔 䥊䧦㾔㚙 䏽㾔 㞇䞕㞇㾔 㚙㜈㞇㺀䀺㞇㜈 㙶㺀㾔㚙㞇㜈㠂
㑕㺀䜧
㨺㞇㟓
䏽䔡䍚
㡌䍚䜧㾔䜧㞇
䜧㜈㞇䃫㾔䧦
㞇㨺
㺀䜧㞇㩖㙶
㛸䧦
䀺㺀㾔㨺㙶’
䧦㨺㑕
㩖㺀䜧
䎲㑕䧦㨺
䀺㛸㞇—㨺䏽㞇㡌㜈
䏽㩖㾔㙶
㨺㞇
㺀㾔㙶
䀺䴕䏽㞇㡌㜈䎲㗫㙶
㨺䏽㚙㾔䀺㾔䍚
䱬㞇䀺䍚㠂
䍚㥄䧦
䀺㜈㞇㺀䀺
䀺䧦
㨺㞇䀺
㨺㺀㙶
㺀
㺀
㑕䍚㡌㙶䧦
㨺㛸㡌䱬㞇䜧䏽
㨺㺀㾔㞇㗫㗫
㚙㙶㨺䧦㡌䏽㾔
䞕䏽䞕䎲㜈䍚㙶䜧㞇
㞇䏽㡌㩖
㙧㨺㞇䴕 㑕㺀㡌㩖㞇㙶 㛸䧦㜈 㺀 㑕㨺䏽㡌㞇…䏽䀺 㑕㺀䜧 䃫㜈䧦䔾㺀䔾㡌䴕 䧦㾔㡌䴕 䀺㞇㾔 䱬䏽㾔䍚䀺㞇䜧䎲 䔾䍚䀺 䀺䧦 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙䎲 䏽䀺 㛸㞇㡌䀺 㡌䏽㩖㞇 㨺㺀㡌㛸 㺀 㗫㞇㾔䀺䍚㜈䴕㠂
㟓䍚㙶㙶㞇㾔㡌䴕䎲 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 䜧䀺䧦䃫䃫㞇㙶䎲 “䥊㞇㜈㞇 㑕㞇 㺀㜈㞇䎲 䀺㨺䏽䜧 䏽䜧 䏽䀺㠂”
䧦䥊㾔㚙
䧦㟓㾔㚙
㙶䜧䀺㞇㾔䍚㾔
㫰㾔㚙䏽
㛸㞇㑕
㾔㺀㙶
㺀
䴕䀺㨺㞇
㺀㜈㺀䃫㞇䃫
㙶䧦㺀㜈㛸㜈㑕
䜧䙢
㺀
㺀㨺㞇㺀㙶㠂
䡡㺀㾔
䜧㞇䧦㨺䍚
䜧㞇䎲䃫䜧䀺
䧦㩖㙶㡌㞇䧦
㺀䜧㑕
䔡䏽䍚
㾔㙶㺀
㑕㜈㞇㞇
䍚䧦㥄
䍚䧦㗫㾔㞇䀺㾔㙶䏽
㞇䀺䱬㨺㠂
㞇㛸䧦㞇䔾㜈
䔵㺀㙶㞇 䱬䧦䜧䀺㡌䴕 䧦㛸 㑕䧦䧦㙶䎲 䜧䏽䀺䍚㺀䀺㞇㙶 䧦㾔 㛸㡌㺀䀺 㚙㜈䧦䍚㾔㙶㠂 㙧㨺㞇 䜧䍚㜈㜈䧦䍚㾔㙶䏽㾔㚙䜧 㨺㺀㙶 䔾㞇㞇㾔 㗫㡌㞇㺀㜈㞇㙶 䀺䧦 㗫㜈㞇㺀䀺㞇 㺀㾔 䧦䃫㞇㾔 㺀㜈㞇㺀 㞇㾔㗫㡌䧦䜧㞇㙶 䔾䴕 㺀 㛸㞇㾔㗫㞇䎲 䔾䍚䀺 䏽䀺 㑕㺀䜧 䧦䞕㞇㜈㚙㜈䧦㑕㾔 㑕䏽䀺㨺 㑕㞇㞇㙶䜧䎲 㺀䜧 䏽㛸 㾔䧦 䧦㾔㞇 㨺㺀㙶 㡌䏽䞕㞇㙶 㨺㞇㜈㞇 㛸䧦㜈 㺀 㡌䧦㾔㚙 䀺䏽䱬㞇㠂
㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 㗫㺀㜈㜈䏽㞇㙶 䡡㺀㾔 䥊䧦㾔㚙 䏽㾔䜧䏽㙶㞇 㛸䏽㜈䜧䀺—㺀㛸䀺㞇㜈 䧦䃫㞇㾔䏽㾔㚙 䀺㨺㞇 㙶䧦䧦㜈䎲 㨺㞇 㛸䧦䍚㾔㙶 䀺㨺㞇 㗫㺀䔾䏽㾔 㞇䞕㞇㾔 䱬䧦㜈㞇 㜈䍚㙶䏽䱬㞇㾔䀺㺀㜈䴕 䀺㨺㺀㾔 㞇㐑䃫㞇㗫䀺㞇㙶㠂
㺀㞇㨺䞕
㙶䏽䀺㾔’㙶
㾔䍚㚙䜧䏽
䀺㜈䴕㞇䎲䏽㞇㗫㡌䀺䏽㗫
䃫㡌㗫㞇㺀
㨺㙧㞇
㛸㙶㞇㑕䧦䏽㜈䧦
䧦㛸㜈
䀺㨺㡌䏽䏽㚙㠂㚙㾔
䔇㾔 䀺㨺㞇 㗫㞇㾔䀺㞇㜈 䧦㛸 䀺㨺㞇 㗫㺀䔾䏽㾔’䜧 㛸㡌䧦䧦㜈 㑕㺀䜧 㺀 䃫䏽䀺 㑕䏽䀺㨺 㺀 䔾㡌㺀㗊䏽㾔㚙 㛸䏽㜈㞇㠂 䙢䔾䧦䞕㞇 䏽䀺䎲 㺀㾔 䧦㡌㙶 䏽㜈䧦㾔 䃫䧦䀺 㞇䱬䏽䀺䀺㞇㙶 䜧䀺㞇㺀䱬䎲 㗫䧦䧦㩖䏽㾔㚙 䜧䧦䱬㞇䀺㨺䏽㾔㚙㠂
㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 㡌㺀䏽㙶 䡡㺀㾔 䥊䧦㾔㚙 㙶䧦㑕㾔䎲 䜧䃫㜈㞇㺀㙶䏽㾔㚙 䜧䧦䱬㞇 㙶㜈䴕 㚙㜈㺀䜧䜧 䧦㾔 䀺㨺㞇 㚙㜈䧦䍚㾔㙶㠂 㙧㨺㞇㾔䎲 㨺㞇 㛸䧦䍚㾔㙶 䜧䧦䱬㞇 䔾㜈㺀㾔㗫㨺㞇䜧 㺀㾔㙶 㑕䧦䧦㙶㞇㾔 䔾䧦㺀㜈㙶䜧䎲 䍚䜧䏽㾔㚙 㜈䧦䃫㞇䜧 㛸䧦䍚㾔㙶 䏽㾔 䀺㨺㞇 㗫㺀䔾䏽㾔 䀺䧦 䜧㞇㗫䍚㜈㞇 䡡㺀㾔 䥊䧦㾔㚙’䜧 䜧䃫䏽㾔㞇㠂
䃫䱬㡌䏽㞇䜧
䏽䍚䔡
䧦㺀䀺㜈㞇㜈䴕䱬䃫
䧦䀺
䜧㡌䧦䴕㛸䀺
㙶䏽㺀䜧
䍚㥄䧦
䥊㚙㠂䧦㾔
㾔㺀䡡
㐑㛸䏽”䎲
䙢”
䡡㺀㾔 䥊䧦㾔㚙 䔾㡌䏽㾔㩖㞇㙶䎲 䜧䏽㚙㾔㺀㡌䏽㾔㚙 䜧㨺㞇 䍚㾔㙶㞇㜈䜧䀺䧦䧦㙶—䏽䀺 㑕㺀䜧 㗫㡌㞇㺀㜈 䀺㨺㞇 㗫䧦㾔㙶䏽䀺䏽䧦㾔䜧 㑕㞇㜈㞇 䔾㺀䜧䏽㗫䎲 䴕㞇䀺 䜧䀺㺀䔾䏽㡌䏽㗊䏽㾔㚙 㨺㞇㜈 䜧䃫䏽㾔㞇 㑕㺀䜧 㺀㡌㜈㞇㺀㙶䴕 㛸䧦㜈䀺䍚㾔㺀䀺㞇㠂
“䉡䧦㾔’䀺 䃘䍚䜧䀺 䜧䀺㺀㾔㙶 䀺㨺㞇㜈㞇䎲 㗫䧦䱬㞇 㾔㞇㺀㜈 䀺㨺㞇 㛸䏽㜈㞇㠂” 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 䀺䍚㜈㾔㞇㙶 䀺䧦 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙䎲 “㘰䞕㞇㾔 䀺㨺䧦䍚㚙㨺 䏽䀺’䜧 㑕㺀㜈䱬䎲 䏽䀺’䜧 㙶㺀䱬䃫䎲 䔾㞇䜧䀺 䀺䧦 㙶㜈䴕 䧦㛸㛸 䧦㜈 䴕䧦䍚’㡌㡌 㗫㺀䀺㗫㨺 㺀 㗫䧦㡌㙶㠂”
㟓䧦㾔㚙
㾔㙶㞇䧦㙶㙶
䴕䜧䍚㾔㞇㡌㙶㙶
䜧㾔䧦㠂㞇䀺䏽㚙䱬㨺
䜧䀺䞕䀺䜧㡌㞇㨺—㞇䴕䏽㾔㾔䏽䏽㗫
㙶㜈㡌㞇㺀䏽㗊㞇
㫰㚙䏽㾔
㟓㨺㞇 㑕㺀䜧㾔’䀺 㑕㞇㺀㜈䏽㾔㚙 䃫㺀㾔䀺䜧䎲 㺀㾔㙶 㨺㞇㜈 䔾㡌䧦䍚䜧㞇 㑕㺀䜧 㺀㗫䀺䍚㺀㡌㡌䴕 㒾䍚䏽䀺㞇 䜧㨺䧦㜈䀺䎲 䜧䧦 䜧㨺㞇 㺀㑕㩖㑕㺀㜈㙶㡌䴕 䀺䍚㚙㚙㞇㙶 㺀䀺 㨺㞇㜈 䜧㨺䏽㜈䀺䎲 䀺㜈䴕䏽㾔㚙 䀺䧦 䃫䍚㡌㡌 䏽䀺 㙶䧦㑕㾔 䀺䧦 㨺㞇㜈 䀺㨺䏽㚙㨺䜧㠂
䔇䀺 䜧䀺䏽㡌㡌 㛸㞇㡌䀺 䏽㾔㺀㙶㞇㒾䍚㺀䀺㞇… 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 㚙㜈䏽䀺䀺㞇㙶 㨺㞇㜈 䀺㞇㞇䀺㨺䎲 䔾䍚䀺 㾔䧦䀺䏽㗫㞇㙶 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 㑕㺀䜧㾔’䀺 㡌䧦䧦㩖䏽㾔㚙 㺀䀺 㨺㞇㜈䎲 䏽㾔䜧䀺㞇㺀㙶 䍚㾔㗫䧦䞕㞇㜈䏽㾔㚙 䀺㨺㞇 䃫䧦䀺’䜧 㡌䏽㙶㠂
䔾䏽㡌㞇䧦㙶
㞇㨺㙧
㾔䍚䧦㙶㛸
䍚䧦䀺㠂
䀺䎲㜈㑕㺀㞇
䜧㑕㺀
㾔䧦㑕
㾔㠂㺀㗫䏽䔾
㨺㨺㗫㑕䏽
㾔䏽
䀺䧦
㡌㗫䴕㺀
䧦䎲䀺䃫
䧦䍚㥄
䧦㙶㾔㞇䧦㑕
䏽䔡䍚
䧦䀺㜈㞇㺀㗫䏽㾔㾔
㨺䀺㞇
㞇䜧䱬㞇㡌㙶㞇㜈䔾
㡌㩖㞇䏽䴕㡌
㺀
䧦䃫䍚㜈
㾔㞇㚙䔾㺀
㞇䔇䜧䏽㙶㾔
“䩀䜧㞇 䀺㨺㞇 㑕㺀㜈䱬 㑕㺀䀺㞇㜈 䀺䧦 㗫㡌㞇㺀㾔 䀺㨺㞇 㑕䧦䍚㾔㙶䜧㠂” 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 䱬䧦䞕㞇㙶 㺀 䃫䧦䀺䀺㞇㜈䴕 䃘㺀㜈 䧦㛸 㨺䧦䀺 㑕㺀䀺㞇㜈 䀺䧦 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙䎲 䃫䧦䏽㾔䀺䏽㾔㚙 䀺䧦 䀺㨺㞇 㗫䍚䀺䜧 䧦㾔 㨺㞇㜈 㡌㞇㚙䜧㠂
“㙧㨺…䀺㨺㺀㾔㩖 䴕䧦䍚㠂” 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 䜧䀺㜈䍚㚙㚙㡌㞇㙶 䀺䧦 䜧㺀䴕 䀺㨺㞇 㑕䧦㜈㙶䜧㠂
㙧㺀”㨺㾔㩖
㡌㙶䏽䱬䜧㞇
㥄䧦䍚
㛸䧦㜈
㥸䀺”㑕㺀㨺
䀺㡌㡌㚙㠂䜧㨺䴕䏽
䱬㞇
䍚䏽䔡
㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 䔾䏽䀺 㨺㞇㜈 㡌䏽䃫䎲 䜧䀺㜈䍚㚙㚙㡌䏽㾔㚙 䀺䧦 䜧㺀䴕 䱬䧦㜈㞇䎲 “㙧㨺㺀㾔㩖 䴕䧦䍚… 㛸䧦㜈 䜧㺀䞕䏽㾔㚙 䍚䜧㠂”
㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 㜈㞇䃫㡌䏽㞇㙶䎲 “䔇㛸 䏽䀺 㑕㞇㜈㞇 䱬㞇䎲 㑕䧦䍚㡌㙶 䴕䧦䍚 䜧㺀䞕㞇 䱬㞇㥸”
㞇㞇…”㑕䵎
䡡㺀㾔
㞇䱬㺀㗫
㨺䔾䏽㞇㙶㾔㠂
㑕㺀㞇㩖
㑕”䍚䧦㡌㠂㙶
㗫䧦㞇䏽䞕
㾔㚙䜧䥊’䧦
㛸㜈䧦䱬
㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 㚙㡌㺀㾔㗫㞇㙶 䔾㺀㗫㩖䎲 䀺㨺㞇㾔 㡌䧦䧦㩖㞇㙶 㺀䀺 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙䎲 㑕㨺䧦 䀺㨺䏽䜧 䀺䏽䱬㞇 䜧䏽䱬䃫㡌䴕 㾔䧦㙶㙶㞇㙶 䏽㾔䜧䀺㞇㺀㙶 䧦㛸 㺀㾔䜧㑕㞇㜈䏽㾔㚙㠂
㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 㗫䧦㾔㗫㡌䍚㙶㞇㙶䎲 “㙧㨺㞇㾔 䀺㨺㞇㜈㞇’䜧 㾔䧦 㾔㞇㞇㙶 䀺䧦 䀺㨺㺀㾔㩖 䱬㞇㠂”
㾔㫰䏽㚙
㺀
㚙䧦㟓㾔
㾔㺀䍚㙶䧦㜈
䃫䍚
㾔㫰䏽㚙
䀺䴕㞇䃫
㚙䜧㨺䏽㞇㙶䎲
䧦㞇䃫㞇䃫㡌
䔡䍚䏽
㨺㜈䜧㙶㺀㞇䀺
㾔㙶㺀
㾔䏽䀺㙶㚙䧦䱬䏽䀺䍚㺀㥄—
䜧䱬䀺䧦
㨺㺀㙶
䧦䍚㚙㜈㨺
㨺㠂㑕䀺䏽
㜈㞇㑕㚙
䧦䀺
㞇㙧㨺
㺀㞇㡌㙶
㩖㗫䎲㜈䧦㚙㺀㙶㾔䍚䔾
䧦㟓㾔㚙
㜈㑕㞇㞇
㞇䀺㨺
㺀䏽䱬㡌䴕㜇
㟓䧦㾔㚙
㑕䜧㺀
㨺䔾㠂㜈䍚䀺䏽䜧
㙧㨺䧦䍚㚙㨺 㟓䧦㾔㚙 䥊㺀䧦㜈㺀㾔 㑕㺀䜧 䃫䧦㡌䏽䀺㞇 㺀㾔㙶 㚙㞇㾔䀺㡌㞇䎲 㨺㞇 㑕㺀䜧 㙶䏽㛸㛸㞇㜈㞇㾔䀺 㛸㜈䧦䱬 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚…㗫䧦䱬䃫㺀㜈㺀䀺䏽䞕㞇㡌䴕䎲 㟓䧦㾔㚙 䥊㺀䧦㜈㺀㾔 㑕㺀䜧 䱬䧦㜈㞇 䧦㛸 㺀 㜈䧦㚙䍚㞇䎲 㺀㡌䔾㞇䏽䀺 㑕䏽䀺㨺 㺀㾔 㞇㡌㞇㚙㺀㾔䀺 㙶㞇䱬㞇㺀㾔䧦㜈䎲 䃫䧦䜧䜧䏽䔾㡌䴕 㙶㞇䜧㗫㜈䏽䔾㞇㙶 㺀䜧 㙶㞇䔾䧦㾔㺀䏽㜈㠂
䳮㺀㾔’䀺 䀺㨺䏽㾔㩖 㺀䔾䧦䍚䀺 䏽䀺… 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 䜧䏽㚙㨺㞇㙶 䏽㾔㑕㺀㜈㙶㡌䴕䎲 䀺㨺㞇㾔 㚙㡌㺀㾔㗫㞇㙶 㺀㜈䧦䍚㾔㙶 䀺㨺㞇 㗫㺀䔾䏽㾔䎲 䧦䃫䀺䏽㾔㚙 䀺䧦 㗫㨺㺀㾔㚙㞇 䀺䧦䃫䏽㗫䜧 㙶䏽㜈㞇㗫䀺㡌䴕䎲 “䙢㾔䴕㑕㺀䴕䎲 㑕㨺㺀䀺’䜧 䍚䃫㥸 㙧㨺䏽䜧 㗫㺀䔾䏽㾔… 㺀㾔㙶 䴕䧦䍚㜈 㨺䍚㾔䀺䏽㾔㚙 㜈䏽㛸㡌㞇㥸”
㜈㠂䍚䀺㨺
㞇㟓䱬䜧㞇
䀺䧦㚙
㙶’㙶䏽㾔䀺
㚙㞇䀺
䜧㺀㙶䏽䎲
㺀䀺㩖㞇
䴕䔾
䧦䍚㥄
㺀㙶㾔
䔇
㾔㩖㡌䔾䏽㞇㙶
㙶䏽㙶
䧦㚙䀺
㺀䀺㗫䍚㚙㨺
䧦䱬㞇䜧
䔇
㗫㾔㺀㨺㜈䔾㞇䜧
㛸㞇㡌䎲㡌
䎲㗫㡌㩖䍚䴕
㡌䏽㩖㞇
㨺㾔㑕㞇
“㥸㞇䔵
䧦㾔㙶㑕
㨺䧦㨺䍚㙧㚙
䔡䍚䏽
䀺㞇㛸㜈”㠂㛸䧦
䏽䱬䧦㗫㚙㾔
“䔡䍚䏽䀺㞇 㺀 䜧䍚㜈䞕䏽䞕䧦㜈…” 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 㛸㜈䧦㑕㾔㞇㙶䎲 䀺㨺䏽㾔㩖䏽㾔㚙 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 㡌䏽㩖㞇㡌䴕 㚙䧦䀺 䀺㨺㜈䧦㑕㾔 䧦䍚䀺 䧦㛸 䀺㨺㞇 㗫㺀㜈 㑕㨺㞇㾔 䏽䀺 㑕㞇㾔䀺 䧦䞕㞇㜈 䀺㨺㞇 㗫㡌䏽㛸㛸䎲 㡌㺀㾔㙶䏽㾔㚙 㞇㡌䜧㞇㑕㨺㞇㜈㞇㠂
㙧㨺䧦䍚㚙㨺… 䀺㨺䏽䜧 㑕䧦䍚㡌㙶 䱬㞇㺀㾔 㨺㞇 㙶䏽㙶㾔’䀺 㛸㺀㡌㡌 㛸㺀㜈 㛸㜈䧦䱬 㑕㨺㞇㜈㞇 䜧㨺㞇 㺀㾔㙶 䡡㺀㾔 䥊䧦㾔㚙 㑕㞇㜈㞇…䀺㨺㞇 㙶㺀䱬㾔㞇㙶 㛸䧦㚙 㗫㺀䱬㞇 㺀䀺 䃘䍚䜧䀺 䀺㨺㞇 㜈䏽㚙㨺䀺 䀺䏽䱬㞇㠂
“䜧䙢
㞇㙶䞕㜈㞇䴕䍚䜧
㞇㡌㺀㜈㙶䴕㺀
䧦㛸㜈
㟓㞇䜧”㞇䱬
䔇
䜧䧦
㾔䧦䃫䍚
“䀺㠂䏽
㨺㞇䀺
䜧䍚㞇
䏽䀺
㺀䜧㑕
䏽䀺
䏽㗫㾔䔾㺀䎲
㨺㞇㞇䎲㜈
䍚䍚䎲䏽䧦㚙㙶䜧㾔㾔䜧㜈㜈
㞇㙶㞇㙶㙶䏽㗫
㥄䍚䧦
䏽䍚䔡
㡌䃫㜈䱬”䧦㠂㺀㞇㜈䴕䀺䏽
䔇
䀺㞇䍚䜧䱬㙶䔾㡌
䏽㞇㞇䎲㾔㗫䞕㾔㾔䧦䀺
䧦䀺
㞇䀺㨺
㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 㙶䏽㙶㾔’䀺 㙶㞇䀺㞇㗫䀺 㺀㾔䴕䀺㨺䏽㾔㚙 㺀䱬䏽䜧䜧 䏽㾔 㨺䏽䜧 㑕䧦㜈㙶䜧…䔾䍚䀺 㛸㞇㡌䀺 䜧䧦䱬㞇䀺㨺䏽㾔㚙 㑕㺀䜧 䧦㛸㛸㠂
“㙧㨺䏽䜧 㗫㺀䔾䏽㾔 㑕㺀䜧 䃫㜈䧦䔾㺀䔾㡌䴕 㺀 䥊䍚㾔䀺㞇㜈’䜧 㜈㞇䜧䏽㙶㞇㾔㗫㞇㥸” 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 㚙䍚㞇䜧䜧㞇㙶䎲 “㙧㨺㞇㜈㞇’䜧 㨺䍚㾔䀺䏽㾔㚙 㚙㞇㺀㜈 㨺㞇㜈㞇䎲 㺀㾔㙶 㺀 㨺䍚㾔䀺䏽㾔㚙 㜈䏽㛸㡌㞇 㡌䧦䧦㩖䜧 䍚䜧㺀䔾㡌㞇㠂 㘰㺀㜈㡌䏽㞇㜈䎲 䔇 㨺㞇㺀㜈㙶 䜧䀺㜈㺀㾔㚙㞇 㾔䧦䏽䜧㞇䜧 䧦䍚䀺䜧䏽㙶㞇䎲 䀺䧦䧦㩖 䏽䀺 㺀㡌䧦㾔㚙… 㑕㨺㺀䀺 㙶䏽㙶 䴕䧦䍚 㚙䍚䴕䜧 㞇㾔㗫䧦䍚㾔䀺㞇㜈㥸 䵎㨺㺀䀺 䔇 䜧㺀㑕 䜧㞇㞇䱬㞇㙶 䃫㜈㞇䀺䀺䴕 䔾䏽㚙䎲 㑕㺀䜧 䏽䀺 㺀 䔾㞇㺀㜈㥸”
䀺䏽
㚙㾔䏽㫰
㺀㑕䜧
䧦䍚”㫰
“䏽㞇㥸㙶㛸㜈
㾔㙶䀺’䏽㙶
㙶㺀㾔
㩖㺀㾔㞇䀺
䧦㟓㾔㚙
䏽㡌䀺䜧㡌
䜧㺀㑕
䔾㠂㗫㺀㩖㺀
㨺䀺㑕㺀
㾔㩖㑕䧦
㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 㗫䍚㜈䏽䧦䍚䜧㡌䴕 㜈㞇䃫㡌䏽㞇㙶䎲 “㟓㨺䧦䍚㡌㙶㾔’䀺 䔇 㨺㺀䞕㞇 㛸䏽㜈㞇㙶㥸”
“㙧㨺䏽䜧…” 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 䜧㨺䧦䧦㩖 㨺㞇㜈 㨺㞇㺀㙶䎲 “䛛㞇䞕㞇㜈 䱬䏽㾔㙶㠂 䃇䍚䀺 䔇 㙶䧦㾔’䀺 䀺㨺䏽㾔㩖 䴕䧦䍚’㙶 㑕㺀㾔䀺 䀺䧦 㩖㾔䧦㑕 㑕㨺㺀䀺 䏽䀺 㑕㺀䜧㠂㠂㠂䴕䧦䍚 䃫㜈䧦䔾㺀䔾㡌䴕 㑕䧦䍚㡌㙶㾔’䀺 䔾㞇㡌䏽㞇䞕㞇 䏽㛸 䔇 䀺䧦㡌㙶 䴕䧦䍚㠂”
㐑㾔㞇䏽㗫㞇㞇䜧䀺
㾔䡡㞇䞕”䏽
䍚㥄䧦
㗫䎲㡌㩖䍚㞇㨺㗫㙶
䔡䏽䍚
㜈㠂䔵
䴕㾔㚙䏽㡌㜇
㺀㾔㙶
䔇
㺀
䃇㙶㡌䏽㾔䎲
㨺䀺㞇
䱬㞇䏽䧦䜧䔾䎲㗊
㜈㑕㾔㞇㧴㡌䏽㙶䏽㚙㑕㙶㟓䧦
䧦㛸
䀺㨺㩖㾔䏽
‘䔇㙶
“㠂䏽䀺
㞇㺀䀺㗫䃫㗫
㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 䜧㺀䏽㙶䎲 “䔇䀺’䜧 㺀 㑕䏽㡌㙶 䱬㺀㾔䎲 㑕䏽䀺㨺 㡌䧦㾔㚙 㨺㺀䏽㜈䎲 㗫㺀㜈㜈䴕䏽㾔㚙 㺀 䔾䏽㚙 㗫㡌䍚䔾䎲 䏽㾔㗫㜈㞇㙶䏽䔾㡌䴕 䜧䀺㜈䧦㾔㚙䰁”
“䔇 䜧㞇㞇…” 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 㾔䧦㙶㙶㞇㙶䎲 䀺㨺㞇㾔 㛸㞇㡌㡌 䜧䏽㡌㞇㾔䀺䎲 㺀 㑕㨺䏽㡌㞇 㡌㺀䀺㞇㜈䎲 䡡㺀㾔 䥊䧦㾔㚙’䜧 㞇䴕㞇䜧 䜧䍚㙶㙶㞇㾔㡌䴕 㗫㡌䧦䜧㞇㙶㠂
㾔䧦䥊䜧㚙’
㨺㺀㾔㙶
㜈㨺㞇
㞇䜧㨺
‘㾔㚙䥊䧦䜧
㾔䔾䀺㡌䏽㚙䱬㜈㞇
㺀䏽㞇㾔㜈䀺䔾㠂㨺㚙
㡌㾔㞇䍚䜧䴕㜈䞕䧦
㾔㺀䡡
㾔㚙䧦㟓
㺀䜧
㫰㚙㾔䏽
㜈㡌㞇㑕㺀㗫㙶
䡡㺀㾔
㗫㞇㨺㩖㗫㞇㙶
䧦䀺
䏽䜧䎲㞇㙶
“㜇䧦㜈㗫䏽㾔㚙 䏽䀺 䏽䜧 㑕䧦㜈䜧㞇 䀺㨺㺀㾔 䃫㺀䜧䜧䏽㾔㚙 䧦䍚䀺 䀺㞇䱬䃫䧦㜈㺀㜈䏽㡌䴕䟒 㺀䀺 㡌㞇㺀䜧䀺 䏽䀺’䜧 㜈㞇㡌㺀㐑䏽㾔㚙 㛸䧦㜈 䀺㨺㞇 䔾㜈㺀䏽㾔㠂” 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 䜧䧦㛸䀺㡌䴕 䜧㺀䏽㙶 䔾㞇䜧䏽㙶㞇 㨺㞇㜈䎲 㨺䧦㡌㙶䏽㾔㚙 㺀 㗫㡌䧦䀺㨺 䜧䧦㺀㩖㞇㙶 䏽㾔 㑕㺀㜈䱬 㑕㺀䀺㞇㜈㠂
“㥄㞇䀺 䱬㞇 㙶䧦 䏽䀺㠂” 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 㺀䔾㜈䍚䃫䀺㡌䴕 䀺䧦䧦㩖 䀺㨺㞇 㑕㞇䀺 㗫㡌䧦䀺㨺 㛸㜈䧦䱬 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚’䜧 㨺㺀㾔㙶䎲 㗫㺀㜈㞇㛸䍚㡌㡌䴕 㑕䏽䃫䏽㾔㚙 䡡㺀㾔 䥊䧦㾔㚙’䜧 㗫㨺㞇㞇㩖䜧㠂
㺀䜧䏽㙶㠂
䍚㥄䧦
䱬㞇㙶㺀
䴕㜈㥸㚙㾔䍚䥊”
䜧䱬䧦㞇
䧦㙶㛸㠂䧦”
䴕䍚㞇㾔㙶䜧㡌㙶
䍚䔡䏽
䔇
“㜇䧦䧦㙶㥸” 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 㑕㺀䜧 䜧䀺䍚㾔㾔㞇㙶 㺀㾔㙶 䏽㾔䜧䀺䏽㾔㗫䀺䏽䞕㞇㡌䴕 㡌䧦䧦㩖㞇㙶 䀺䧦㑕㺀㜈㙶䜧 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚㠂
䙢㗫䀺䍚㺀㡌㡌䴕䎲 䀺㨺㞇 㨺䧦䍚䜧㞇 䜧䀺䏽㡌㡌 㨺㺀㙶 㺀 䃫㡌㺀㗫㞇 䜧䏽䱬䏽㡌㺀㜈 䀺䧦 㺀 㩖䏽䀺㗫㨺㞇㾔㠂 㙧㨺㞇 㗫㞇㾔䀺㜈㺀㡌 㛸䏽㜈㞇 䃫䏽䀺 㑕㺀䜧 䃫㜈䧦䔾㺀䔾㡌䴕 䍚䜧㞇㙶 㛸䧦㜈 㨺㞇㺀䀺䏽㾔㚙 㺀㾔㙶 䔾䧦䏽㡌䏽㾔㚙 㑕㺀䀺㞇㜈㠂㠂㠂 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 㑕㺀䜧 㾔䧦㑕 䏽㾔 㛸㜈䧦㾔䀺 䧦㛸 㺀 䜧䀺䧦䞕㞇㠂
㜈㗫㨺䏽
䏽㡌㙶
㺀
㛸䏽㞇㜈
䀺㨺㞇
㑕㞇㨺㾔
㜈䱬㺀䧦㺀
㺀䜧㑕
㙶䏽䎲㞇㡌䀺㛸
䜧䱬㞇㡌㡌㙶㠂㞇
㨺㞇䀺
䧦㛸
䧦㞇㚙㾔
㗫䧦㡌䍚㙶
䜧䞕㞇䧦䀺
䧦䎲䀺䍚
䔾䏽㚙
㞇䀺㨺
㺀㙶㾔
㞇䏽㾔䜧䏽㙶
䔾㞇
㨺㞇㙧
䃫䧦䀺
㾔㙶䀺㺀’㨺
䛛䧦䀺 㡌䧦㾔㚙 㺀㛸䀺㞇㜈䎲 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 䍚䜧㞇㙶 㺀 㑕䧦䧦㙶㞇㾔 䔾䧦㑕㡌 䀺䧦 䜧㗫䧦䧦䃫 䜧䧦䱬㞇 䧦㛸 䀺㨺㞇 㛸䧦䧦㙶 㛸㜈䧦䱬 䀺㨺㞇 䃫䧦䀺 㺀㾔㙶 䔾㜈䧦䍚㚙㨺䀺 䏽䀺 䀺䧦 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙㠂 㟓㨺㞇 㚙㡌㺀㾔㗫㞇㙶 㺀䀺 䏽䀺䟒 䏽䀺 䜧㞇㞇䱬㞇㙶 䀺䧦 䔾㞇 䜧䧦䱬㞇䀺㨺䏽㾔㚙 㡌䏽㩖㞇 䜧䀺㞇㑕㞇㙶 㗫㺀䔾䔾㺀㚙㞇 䧦㜈 䔾䧦㜈䜧㗫㨺䀺㠂
㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 㗫䧦䍚㡌㙶㾔’䀺 㨺㞇㡌䃫 䔾䍚䀺 㛸㜈䧦㑕㾔䎲 䧦㙶㙶㡌䴕 䜧㺀䴕䏽㾔㚙䎲 “㙧㨺䏽䜧 䃫㡌㺀㗫㞇 䜧㞇㞇䱬䜧 㡌䏽㩖㞇 䏽䀺 㨺㺀䜧㾔’䀺 䔾㞇㞇㾔 㡌䏽䞕㞇㙶 䏽㾔 㛸䧦㜈 㺀䀺 㡌㞇㺀䜧䀺 䀺㞇㾔 䴕㞇㺀㜈䜧㠂㠂㠂 䵎㨺㞇㜈㞇 㙶䏽㙶 䴕䧦䍚 㚙㞇䀺 䀺㨺㞇 㛸䧦䧦㙶㥸”
䜧䔇
㾔䀺㨺䏽㚙䜧
㠂䜧㨺䧦㠂䍚㠂㞇
㞇䧦㗫䱬
䧦䀺
㨺䎲㞇㜈㞇
䧦䍚㥄
䃫㞇㡌䏽㙶㜈㞇
䔇
㙶䠤䍚䎲㞇䜧䀺䏽”
㺀㾔㙶
㞇㨺㾔䀺
䧦㛸㜈
䀺䧦
䜧㾔㙶㞇䏽䏽
䧦㛸㾔䍚㙶
㞇㞇䔾㙶㡌䏽
㩖㗫㺀䔾
㗫’䀺㾔㺀
㨺䜧’䵎㺀䀺
䙢”䜧
䜧㠂㾔䧦㞇”
䏽㑕㡌㙶
㞇䀺㞇㜈㨺
㨺䀺㞇
㜈㚙䍚䜧㺀
䜧㞇䱬䧦
㜈䍚㾔
㺀㡌䜧䔾㚙䎲㞇㞇䀺㞇䞕
㜈㺀㞇
䜧䜧䏽㺀㞇㾔䎲㚙䧦㾔
䔇
㨺䏽㜈㥸㚙䀺”
㞇㜈㞇㨺䀺
䔾㜈䃫䧦䱬㡌㥸㞇
㨺㞇䀺
䀺㜈䏽㾔㡌㺀䴕㗫㞇
㺀
㞇㞇㛸䎲㾔䏽䀺㙶䴕㡌㾔䏽㛸㜈
䔡䍚䏽
㺀䜧㡌䀺
䱬䀺㩖㜈㞇㺀
㺀㾔㙶
䍚䴕䔾
㥸䧦㜈㑕㾔㚙
䱬㞇䜧䧦
䀺㨺㞇
㙧㨺㺀䀺’䜧 䀺㜈䍚㞇㠂㠂㠂
㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 㑕㺀䜧 㜈㞇㺀㡌㡌䴕 䍚㾔㺀䔾㡌㞇 䀺䧦 㜈㞇䜧䏽䜧䀺 㨺㞇㜈 㨺䍚㾔㚙㞇㜈䎲 䜧䧦 䜧㨺㞇 㜈㞇㡌䍚㗫䀺㺀㾔䀺㡌䴕 䃫䏽㗫㩖㞇㙶 䍚䃫 䀺㨺㞇 䔾䧦㑕㡌 䧦㛸 䱬䏽㐑㞇㙶 䜧䀺㞇㑕 㺀㾔㙶 䀺䧦䧦㩖 㺀 䜧䱬㺀㡌㡌 䜧䏽䃫䎲 䀺㨺㞇㾔 䔾㞇㚙㺀㾔 䀺䧦 㚙䧦䔾䔾㡌㞇 䏽䀺 㙶䧦㑕㾔—㺀㡌䱬䧦䜧䀺 䔾䍚㜈㾔䏽㾔㚙 㨺㞇㜈 䀺䧦㾔㚙䍚㞇 䏽㾔 䀺㨺㞇 䃫㜈䧦㗫㞇䜧䜧㠂
䧦䜧
㛸䔾㞇㜈䧦㞇
㙶䏽㞇䍚㡌㥸䏽䧦㗫䜧
䍚㗫㡌䧦㙶
䜧䏽
䜧䀺䀺䜧㞇㺀
㡌㞇㜈䀺䞕㞇䜧䧦㛸
䧦㛸㜈䱬
䧦䜧
䴕㨺䵎
䧦㾔䀺
㞇䍚䔾㞇㺀䜧㗫
㺀㙶䴕
䀺䀺㨺㺀
㚙䍚㨺㜈㾔䴕
㨺䀺㞇
㚙㠂䧦䧦㠂㠂㙶
䏽䜧䀺㨺
㟓䧦
䱬䍚䜧䀺
㺀㞇䔾㗫㞇䍚䜧
㨺䜧㞇
䔇䀺
䀺㾔㞇䏽䏽㛸㙶㡌䴕㞇
䏽䀺
䔾㞇
㑕㺀䜧
䧦䧦㙶㠂㚙㠂㠂
䜧’䏽䀺
䜧䧦
䀺㺀䀺㞇䜧
䃇䍚䀺䎲 䏽㾔 䀺㨺䏽䜧 㑕䏽㡌㙶 䱬䧦䍚㾔䀺㺀䏽㾔䧦䍚䜧 㺀㜈㞇㺀䎲 㗫䧦䍚㡌㙶 䀺㨺㞇㜈㞇 㜈㞇㺀㡌㡌䴕 䔾㞇 䜧䧦 䱬㺀㾔䴕 㞇㙶䏽䔾㡌㞇 㑕䏽㡌㙶 䞕㞇㚙㞇䀺㺀䔾㡌㞇䜧㥸 䵎㨺㺀䀺’䜧 㑕䏽䀺㨺 䀺㨺㞇 㗫䧦㜈㾔 㩖㞇㜈㾔㞇㡌䜧 䏽㾔 䀺㨺䏽䜧㥸 䙢㾔㙶 䀺㨺㞇 䧦㾔䏽䧦㾔䜧㠂㠂㠂
䵎㺀䀺㗫㨺䏽㾔㚙 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 㚙䧦 䀺䧦 䀺㨺㞇 䜧䀺䧦䞕㞇 㺀㚙㺀䏽㾔 䀺䧦 䜧㗫䧦䧦䃫 㺀㾔䧦䀺㨺㞇㜈 䔾䧦㑕㡌䎲 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 㺀㗫䀺䍚㺀㡌㡌䴕 㺀㙶䱬䏽㜈㞇㙶 䀺㨺䏽䜧 㚙䍚䴕’䜧 㺀䔾䏽㡌䏽䀺䴕 䜧䧦䱬㞇㑕㨺㺀䀺䎲 “㫰䧦䍚 䜧㞇㞇䱬 㒾䍚䏽䀺㞇 䜧㩖䏽㡌㡌㞇㙶 䏽㾔 㑕䏽㡌㙶㞇㜈㾔㞇䜧䜧 䜧䍚㜈䞕䏽䞕㺀㡌 䀺㞇㗫㨺㾔䏽㒾䍚㞇䜧㥸 䙢㜈㞇㾔’䀺 䴕䧦䍚 㺀㛸㜈㺀䏽㙶 䧦㛸 䃫䏽㗫㩖䏽㾔㚙 䃫䧦䏽䜧䧦㾔䧦䍚䜧 䱬䍚䜧㨺㜈䧦䧦䱬䜧㥸”
䜧㙶䏽㺀
䱬㗫䃫㺀
㥄䍚䧦
㞇㧴䧦㾔㑕䧦㜈䜧䀺䃫
㑕㺀䜧
䜧㞇㜈䍚䱬䱬
䱬㗫㡌㺀㡌䴕䎲
㡌䏽䜧䜧㡌㩖
㗫㾔㺀㺀䏽䞕䀺䧦
䱬䴕
㺀㙶䎲㙶
㺀
䱬㜈䜧䱬㞇䍚
䜧㑕㺀
㞇䀺㞇㨺㜈
㾔㑕㞇㨺
㾔㜈㡌㙶㞇㞇㺀
䀺㨺㠂㞇㜈”㞇
䧦䜧㞇䱬
䔡䍚䏽
“䵎㾔㨺㞇
䏽䀺㨺㑕
䀺䧦
㡌䀺䎲㡌䏽䀺㞇
㑕䀺㾔㞇
䔇
“䙢 䀺㑕䧦㧴䃫㞇㜈䜧䧦㾔 䜧䍚䱬䱬㞇㜈 㗫㺀䱬䃫㥸” 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 㑕㺀䜧 䜧䀺㺀㜈䀺㡌㞇㙶㠂
㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 䜧㺀䏽㙶䎲 “䔇 㙶䧦㾔’䀺 㜈㞇䱬㞇䱬䔾㞇㜈 䀺㨺㞇 㙶㞇䀺㺀䏽㡌䜧 䀺䧦䧦 㗫㡌㞇㺀㜈㡌䴕䎲 䔇 㑕㺀䜧 㒾䍚䏽䀺㞇 䴕䧦䍚㾔㚙 㺀䀺 䀺㨺㞇 䀺䏽䱬㞇㠂 䔇䀺 㑕㺀䜧 䃫㜈䧦䔾㺀䔾㡌䴕 䔾㞇㗫㺀䍚䜧㞇 㺀 㛸㜈䏽㞇㾔㙶 䧦㛸 䱬䴕 㛸㺀䀺㨺㞇㜈 䏽㾔䞕䏽䀺㞇㙶 㨺䏽䱬 䀺䧦 㙶䧦 䜧䧦䱬㞇䀺㨺䏽㾔㚙䟒 䏽䀺 䜧㞇㞇䱬㞇㙶 䀺䧦 䔾㞇 㺀 䍚㾔䏽䀺 䜧䀺㺀䀺䏽䧦㾔㞇㙶 䏽㾔 㺀 䔾䏽㚙 㛸䧦㜈㞇䜧䀺㠂 㙧㨺㞇㾔 䱬䴕 㛸㺀䀺㨺㞇㜈 䔾㜈䧦䍚㚙㨺䀺 䱬㞇 㺀㡌䧦㾔㚙 䏽㾔䜧䀺㞇㺀㙶 䧦㛸 㡌㞇㺀䞕䏽㾔㚙 䱬㞇 㺀㡌䧦㾔㞇 㛸䧦㜈 䀺㨺㞇 䜧䍚䱬䱬㞇㜈㠂 䵎㞇㡌㡌㠂㠂㠂 䏽䀺 㑕㺀䜧 㒾䍚䏽䀺㞇 㺀㾔 䏽㾔䀺㞇㜈㞇䜧䀺䏽㾔㚙 㞇㐑䃫㞇㜈䏽㞇㾔㗫㞇㠂 㟓䃫㞇㺀㩖䏽㾔㚙 䧦㛸 㑕㨺䏽㗫㨺䎲 䔇 㜈㞇䱬㞇䱬䔾㞇㜈 䱬㞇㞇䀺䏽㾔㚙 㺀 㡌䧦䜧䀺 㡌䏽䀺䀺㡌㞇 㚙䏽㜈㡌䎲 㾔䧦䀺 䜧䍚㜈㞇 㑕㨺㺀䀺 㨺㺀䃫䃫㞇㾔㞇㙶 䀺䧦 㨺㞇㜈 㡌㺀䀺㞇㜈㠂”
㙧㨺㞇㾔”
㡌㡌㞇㞇㞇㐑䀺㾔㗫
㺀㞇䔾㚙㾔
㚙䀺㛸㚙䏽䧦㞇㜈㾔䀺
㾔䧦
㞇䏽䎲㾔䜧㗫
䴕㠂䧦䍚
㾔䏽
㨺䀺㞇
䧦㨺㑕
㙶㾔㺀
㾔㺀䱬䎲
㾔㫰㚙䏽
㨺䜧㞇
䱬㞇䀺
㡌䜧㚙䀺㾔㜈㺀㞇䴕
䱬䧦㛸㜈
㟓㾔䧦㚙
㚙䏽㜈㡌
㩖㞇䃫䀺
䏽㛸㡌㺀㾔㡌䴕
䧦䞕㜈㞇
㺀䀺
䞕㜈㞇㞇
㞇㨺
䀺㞇㨺
㞇㨺㾔㙧
㙶㺀䴕䎲
䔾䴕䧦
㩖㺀䔾㗫
䧦䧦㩖㡌㞇㙶
䀺㜈㺀䱬䀺㞇
㞇䜧䀺㞇䎲㺀㙶
䏽㜈㛸㞇㗫㞇
㾔㜈䞕㞇㞇
㞇㨺㜈
䃫䍚䏽䀺䍚㜈䜧
㺀㾔㙶
㨺䀺㞇
㺀㞇㡌㞇㗫㜈䃫
㞇㜈㨺䀺㺀
䎲䜧㺀㜈㞇䴕
䔡䏽䍚
㠂㺀䏽㠂”㜈䏽㺀䱬㡌㛸㠂
㞇䱬䜧㞇䜧
䀺㞇㨺
䧦䴕䍚
“䜧䏽㙧㨺
䧦㜈
㺀
㾔㞇㨺䀺
㡌䏽㡌䀺㞇䀺
㙶䍚㞇㙶㾔㡌䜧䴕
䍚䧦㾔㙶㗫㡌䀺’
“䏽㚙㞇䱬㥸䧦㨺䜧䀺㾔
䀺䧦㡌䃫
㥄䍚䧦
䧦㾔㞇
䏽䀺㡌㡌㞇䀺
“䉡䧦 䴕䧦䍚 㡌䏽㩖㞇 㜈㞇㺀㙶䏽㾔㚙 㗫䧦䱬䏽㗫䜧㠂” 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 䜧䍚㙶㙶㞇㾔㡌䴕 㺀䜧㩖㞇㙶㠂
㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 䃫䧦䍚䀺㞇㙶 㺀㾔㙶 䜧㾔䧦㜈䀺㞇㙶 㗫䧦㡌㙶㡌䴕䎲 “䛛䧦㾔㞇 䧦㛸 䴕䧦䍚㜈 䔾䍚䜧䏽㾔㞇䜧䜧䰁”
䍚㥄䧦
䱬䏽㞇䜧㡌㙶㠂
㑕䀺㾔㺀
“㟓㡌䀺䏽㡌
㞇䧦”䱬㜈㥸
䍚䔡䏽
㟓䧦 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 㜈㞇㡌䍚㗫䀺㺀㾔䀺㡌䴕 䃫䍚䜧㨺㞇㙶 䧦䍚䀺 䀺㨺㞇 䜧㞇㗫䧦㾔㙶 㞇䱬䃫䀺䴕 㑕䧦䧦㙶㞇㾔 䔾䧦㑕㡌㠂
㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 䀺䧦䧦㩖 䏽䀺 㙶䏽㜈㞇㗫䀺㡌䴕 㺀㾔㙶 䀺㨺㞇㾔 䜧㺀䏽㙶䎲 “䔇㾔 㺀 㑕㨺䏽㡌㞇䎲 㛸㞇㞇㙶 䡡㺀㾔 䥊䧦㾔㚙 㺀 䔾䏽䀺 䀺䧦䧦䎲 㜈㞇䃫㡌㞇㾔䏽䜧㨺䏽㾔㚙 䜧䧦䱬㞇 䜧䀺㜈㞇㾔㚙䀺㨺 㑕䧦䍚㡌㙶 㺀㗫䀺䍚㺀㡌㡌䴕 䔾㞇 㚙䧦䧦㙶㠂”
䧦䀺”䡡
㾔䧦㟓㚙
䧦㾔㠂㞇㙶㙶㙶
㾔㚙㫰䏽
䀺㠂”䏽
䙢㗫䀺䍚㺀㡌㡌䴕䎲 㺀䃫㺀㜈䀺 㛸㜈䧦䱬 㨺䏽䜧 㺀㾔㾔䧦䴕䏽㾔㚙 䃫䧦㩖㞇㜈 㛸㺀㗫㞇䎲 䀺㨺䏽䜧 㚙䍚䴕 䏽䜧 㜈㞇㺀㡌㡌䴕 㾔䧦䀺 䔾㺀㙶 䏽㾔 䧦䀺㨺㞇㜈 㺀䜧䃫㞇㗫䀺䜧㠂㠂㠂 㺀䀺 㡌㞇㺀䜧䀺䎲 㨺㞇’䜧 㾔䧦䀺 䃫㺀㜈䀺䏽㗫䍚㡌㺀㜈㡌䴕 㡌㞇㗫㨺㞇㜈䧦䍚䜧㠂
㠂㠂㠂
㜈㞇㛸䀺䙢
㾔㨺㺀㙶’䀺
㡌㡌䜧䏽䀺
㜈䔾䎲䀺㞇㞇䀺
㺀䜧
㺀㑕䜧
㙶䧦䧦䎲㛸
䍚䃘䀺䜧
䀺䧦
㾔䥊䧦㚙
㚙㛸㙶㾔㞇䏽㞇
㠂䍚䃫
䔾䏽䀺
㺀䡡㾔
䜧㞇㨺
䀺䏽
㞇㩖㾔䧦㑕
䏽䎲䜧䍚㾔䧦㡌㡌䏽
䍚䔾䀺
㞇䧦䜧䱬
㾔㺀
䜧㞇㨺
䱬㞇㞇㙶䜧㞇
㩖䧦㡌䧦
㺀䱬䔾䴕㞇
㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 㑕㺀䜧 䱬㞇㾔䀺㺀㡌㡌䴕 㺀㾔㙶 䃫㨺䴕䜧䏽㗫㺀㡌㡌䴕 㞇㐑㨺㺀䍚䜧䀺㞇㙶䎲 䜧䏽䀺䀺䏽㾔㚙 㑕䏽䀺㨺 㨺㞇㜈 㩖㾔㞇㞇䜧 㾔㞇㺀㜈 䀺㨺㞇 㛸䏽㜈㞇 䃫䏽䀺䎲 㨺㞇㜈 㗫㡌䧦䀺㨺㞇䜧 㨺㺀㙶 㡌䧦㾔㚙 䜧䏽㾔㗫㞇 㙶㜈䏽㞇㙶㠂 㟓㨺㞇 㜈㞇䜧䀺㞇㙶 㨺㞇㜈 㨺㞇㺀㙶 䧦㾔 㨺㞇㜈 㩖㾔㞇㞇䜧䎲 䜧䏽㡌㞇㾔䀺㡌䴕 㑕㺀䀺㗫㨺䏽㾔㚙 䡡㺀㾔 䥊䧦㾔㚙㠂
㙧㨺䏽䜧 䜧䀺㺀䀺㞇 㨺㺀㙶 㺀㡌㜈㞇㺀㙶䴕 䔾㞇㞇㾔 㛸䧦㜈 㺀 㑕㨺䏽㡌㞇㠂
䎲䍚㞇䏽㙶䀺䠤䜧
㺀
㾔㚙㺀㞇䞕䏽㡌
㺀
㾔㚙㺀㡌㡌䧦㑕䏽
㨺㺀㙶
䀺㨺㞇
㛸䧦㚙
㨺㗫䀺㩖䏽
㞇䃫㙶䏽䜧㺀㙶䀺䏽䜧
䴕䧦㡌㾔
䏽䎲䔾䀺
䴕䔾㺀㞇㡌㜈
㾔䏽䀺㨺
㡌㺀䴕㞇䎲㜈
䏽㞇㑕䀺㨺
㙶䀺䜧㾔䀺㺀䏽
䏽䏽㠂㾔䧦䞕䜧
䏽㒾䍚䀺㞇
䠤䍚䀺䜧䏽㙶㞇 䀺㨺㞇 㨺䧦䍚䜧㞇䎲 䜧䧦䍚㾔㙶䜧 䧦㛸 㗫㨺䧦䃫䃫䏽㾔㚙 㑕䧦䧦㙶 㗫䧦䍚㡌㙶 䔾㞇 㨺㞇㺀㜈㙶—㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 䱬㞇㾔䀺䏽䧦㾔㞇㙶 䃫㡌㺀㾔㾔䏽㾔㚙 䀺䧦 䱬㺀㩖㞇 㺀 㛸䏽㜈㞇 䧦䍚䀺䜧䏽㙶㞇 䀺㨺㞇 㨺䧦䍚䜧㞇䎲 㚙㞇㾔㞇㜈㺀䀺䏽㾔㚙 䀺㨺䏽㗫㩖 䜧䱬䧦㩖㞇䟒 䏽㛸 㜈㞇䜧㗫䍚㞇 㺀㜈㜈䏽䞕㞇䜧䎲 䀺㨺㞇䴕 䜧㨺䧦䍚㡌㙶 䜧㞇㞇 䀺㨺㞇 䜧䱬䧦㩖㞇 㺀㾔㙶 㗫䧦䱬㞇䎲 㑕㨺䏽㗫㨺 㑕㺀䜧 㒾䍚䏽䀺㞇 㺀 㚙䧦䧦㙶 䏽㙶㞇㺀㠂㠂㠂 㺀䜧 䀺䧦 㑕㨺䴕 䀺㨺㞇㜈㞇’䜧 㛸䏽㜈㞇㑕䧦䧦㙶 䏽㾔 㺀㾔 㺀䔾㺀㾔㙶䧦㾔㞇㙶 㗫㺀䔾䏽㾔 㛸䧦㜈 䴕㞇㺀㜈䜧䎲 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 㨺㺀㙶 㾔䧦 䀺㨺䧦䍚㚙㨺䀺䜧 㺀䔾䧦䍚䀺 䏽䀺㠂
䛛䧦䀺 㡌䧦㾔㚙 㺀㛸䀺㞇㜈䎲 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 㗫㺀䱬㞇 䏽㾔䎲 “㙧㨺㞇 㛸䏽㜈㞇 䏽䜧 㡌䏽䀺䎲 㑕㞇’㡌㡌 䃘䍚䜧䀺 㑕㺀䏽䀺㠂”
㜈㾔㞇䜧㙶㙶䃫㞇䧦
㚙㾔䏽㫰
䧦㾔㟓㚙
䱬”䔵”㠂
䴕䍚㡌㺀㗫䜧㺀㡌㠂
㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 䔾㜈䧦䍚㚙㨺䀺 䜧䧦䱬㞇 䔾䧦䏽㡌㞇㙶 㑕㺀䀺㞇㜈 䏽㾔 㺀 㑕䧦䧦㙶㞇㾔 㗫䍚䃫䎲 “䵎㺀㾔䀺 䜧䧦䱬㞇㥸”
“䔵䱬㠂” 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 㺀㗫㗫㞇䃫䀺㞇㙶 䏽䀺䎲 䔾䍚䀺 䧦㾔㡌䴕 㨺㞇㡌㙶 䏽䀺 䏽㾔 㨺㞇㜈 㨺㺀㾔㙶䜧 㑕䏽䀺㨺䧦䍚䀺 㙶㜈䏽㾔㩖䏽㾔㚙䎲 䴕㞇䀺 䜧䍚㙶㙶㞇㾔㡌䴕 䜧㨺㞇 㺀䜧㩖㞇㙶䎲 “㫰䧦䍚㠂㠂㠂 㜈㞇㺀㡌㡌䴕 㨺㺀䞕㞇 㾔䧦 䃫㡌㺀㾔䜧 䀺䧦 䜧䀺㺀䴕 㡌䧦㾔㚙 䏽㾔 䀺㨺㞇 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㛸㺀䱬䏽㡌䴕㥸”
䍚䧦㥄
㟓㚙’䧦䜧㾔
䱬㞇
㑕䧦㾔
㞇㗫㚙㡌㺀䴕䎲
䀺䧦
㺀䔾㗫䎲㩖
䙢”㞇䏽㙶䜧
㛸䱬㜈䧦
“㜈㞇䧦䧦䜧㾔㥸
䍚䔡䏽
䜧㾔䏽’䀺
䠤’㙶㡌
䍚㜈䴕䧦
㑕䏽㨺䜧
㛸䧦㜈
㡌㞇䞕㞇㺀
㞇㩖㺀䜧㙶
䀺䔵㞇䜧㺀㜈
㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 㑕㺀䜧 䱬䧦䱬㞇㾔䀺㺀㜈䏽㡌䴕 䜧䃫㞇㞇㗫㨺㡌㞇䜧䜧㠂㠂㠂 䏽㾔㙶㞇㞇㙶䎲 㨺㞇㜈 㺀䀺䀺䏽䀺䍚㙶㞇 㨺㺀㙶 㺀㡌㑕㺀䴕䜧 䔾㞇㞇㾔 㡌䍚㩖㞇㑕㺀㜈䱬䎲 㞇䞕㞇㾔 䜧㡌䏽㚙㨺䀺㡌䴕 㺀㾔䀺㺀㚙䧦㾔䏽䜧䀺䏽㗫㠂 䃇䍚䀺 䧦㾔㗫㞇 䜧㨺㞇 䃫㞇㜈䜧䧦㾔㺀㡌㡌䴕 㗫䧦㾔㛸䏽㜈䱬㞇㙶 䀺㨺㺀䀺 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 䏽㾔㙶㞇㞇㙶 㨺㺀㙶 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㛸㺀䱬䏽㡌䴕’䜧 䔾㡌䧦䧦㙶㡌䏽㾔㞇䎲 䀺㨺䏽㾔㚙䜧 䔾㞇㗫㺀䱬㞇 䜧䧦䱬㞇㑕㨺㺀䀺 䜧䍚䔾䀺㡌㞇㠂
㙧㨺㞇 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㛸㺀䱬䏽㡌䴕 㞇㙶䍚㗫㺀䀺䏽䧦㾔 㑕㺀䜧 䜧䀺㜈䏽㗫䀺䎲 㞇䜧䃫㞇㗫䏽㺀㡌㡌䴕 䏽㾔 㛸㺀䱬䏽㡌䴕 㺀㛸㛸㞇㗫䀺䏽䧦㾔 䀺㞇㺀㗫㨺䏽㾔㚙䜧㠂 䩀㾔㛸䧦㜈䀺䍚㾔㺀䀺㞇㡌䴕䎲 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 㙶䏽㙶㾔’䀺 㨺㺀䞕㞇 㺀㾔䴕 䃫㞇㞇㜈䜧䎲 䔾㞇䏽㾔㚙 䀺㨺㞇 䜧䧦㡌㞇 䱬㞇䱬䔾㞇㜈 䧦㛸 㨺㞇㜈 㚙㞇㾔㞇㜈㺀䀺䏽䧦㾔㠂
㟓㾔㙶㠂䍚㠂㡌㙶㠂䴕㞇
“䉡䧦 䴕䧦䍚 㩖㾔䧦㑕 㑕㨺䴕 㡌㺀䜧䀺 㾔䏽㚙㨺䀺 䔇 䜧䍚㙶㙶㞇㾔㡌䴕 䃫䍚㡌㡌㞇㙶 䴕䧦䍚 䧦䍚䀺 㛸䧦㜈 㺀 䜧䀺㜈㞇㞇䀺 㜈㺀㗫㞇㥸” 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 㺀䜧㩖㞇㙶 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚㠂
“䵎㨺㺀䀺 䴕䧦䍚 䜧㺀䏽㙶 䏽㾔 䀺㨺㞇 㗫㺀㜈䎲 䔇 㚙䍚㞇䜧䜧㠂” 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 䀺㨺䧦䍚㚙㨺䀺 㛸䧦㜈 㺀 㑕㨺䏽㡌㞇䎲 “㫰䧦䍚 䜧䍚㙶㙶㞇㾔㡌䴕 㑕㺀㾔䀺㞇㙶 䀺䧦 㩖㞇㞇䃫 䱬㞇㠂㠂㠂 㑕㨺䴕㥸 㰁䍚䜧䀺 㛸䧦㜈 䴕䧦䍚㜈 㚙㜈㺀㾔㙶㛸㺀䀺㨺㞇㜈䎲 䴕䧦䍚’㙶 㞇䞕㞇㾔 㺀㗫㗫㞇䃫䀺 䜧䧦䱬㞇䧦㾔㞇 䴕䧦䍚 㙶䏽䜧㡌䏽㩖㞇㙶㥸”
䧦㚙㾔㟓
䜧㞇㙶䏽䏽㡌㩖
䴕䏽㡌㛸㺀䱬
㙶䏽䀺㙶’㾔
㺀
㛸㾔㜈㞇䏽㚙㞇㜈㜈䃫
䀺㒾䏽䍚㞇
䜧䎲㞇䏽㨺䜧㛸㡌
㞇䧦㾔
㑕䧦䎲㾔
㟓㚙䧦㾔
“䍚䙢䧦㡌㚙䀺㨺㨺
㡌㞇䃫䧦㞇㕾
㺀䀺
㞇䔾
㚙㫰䏽㾔
㙶䧦㡌䍚㑕
䀺䏽
䀺㺀
㞇㾔䃫䧦䜧㜈
㡌㩖䧦䧦
䀺䧦
㜈䜧㞇㨺㺀
㙶䧦㛸㾔䎲
㠂㾔㨺䀺䏽㚙
䱬䍚㗫㨺䰁
䀺㨺㚙䎲㨺䧦䍚䀺
䧦䃫㨺㞇㙶
䔡䏽䍚
㜈㺀㜈䀺㨺㞇
㜈䍚䏽䧦㨺䜧㡌㛸”㠂
㾔㺀㨺䀺
䱬㞇䧦㜈
㠂䔾䀺㞇㞇㗫㠂㗫㠂䃫㺀㡌㺀
䀺䏽䜧㨺
䀺䧦
㙶䧦䀺㾔’
䧦㚙㟓㾔
㠂䍚㞇㜈䜧䀺䧦䜧䏽㙶
㡌㺀㛸䱬䏽䴕
䧦㗫㙶㡌䍚
䍚㡌㺀㠂”䴕㗫㺀䀺㡌
䏽䀺㾔㨺㚙䜧
䀺㨺㞇
䍚䃘䀺䜧
䉡䀺”㾔䧦’
㾔䧦䀺
㜈䃫䡡㾔㺀㙶㺀
㠂䍚䧦㠂㠂䴕
䏽㨺㑕䀺
䀺㞇䏽䱬䎲
㨺䀺㞇
㛸㡌䴕㺀䏽䱬
䧦䍚㥄
䀺䏽
䧦䀺䧦
㡌㙶㗫䍚䧦
䔾㞇
㛸䏽
䞕㨺㺀㞇
㞇䀺䜧㡌㺀
㺀㡌䜧㺀㑕䴕
㙶䧦㚙䧦
㡌㛸㞇㞇䜧
㞇㾔㙶䀺
䏽㾔䀺㨺㩖
“䔇 㙶䧦㾔’䀺 㾔㞇㞇㙶 䀺㨺䧦䜧㞇 䀺㨺䏽㾔㚙䜧㠂” 㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 䜧㨺䧦䧦㩖 㨺䏽䜧 㨺㞇㺀㙶䎲 “㥄㞇㺀䞕䏽㾔㚙 䧦㜈 㾔䧦䀺 㺀㗫䀺䍚㺀㡌㡌䴕 㑕䧦䍚㡌㙶㾔’䀺 㺀㛸㛸㞇㗫䀺 䱬䴕 㜈㞇㡌㺀䀺䏽䧦㾔䜧㨺䏽䃫 㑕䏽䀺㨺 䀺㨺㞇 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㛸㺀䱬䏽㡌䴕㠂 㟓䏽㾔㗫㞇 䀺㨺㞇䜧㞇 䔾㡌䧦䧦㙶 䀺䏽㞇䜧 㞇㐑䏽䜧䀺䎲 㑕㨺㞇䀺㨺㞇㜈 䔇 㡌䏽䞕㞇 㨺㞇㜈㞇 䧦㜈 㾔䧦䀺䎲 㑕㨺㺀䀺’䜧 䀺㨺㞇 㙶䏽㛸㛸㞇㜈㞇㾔㗫㞇㥸 䥊䏽䜧䀺䧦㜈䏽㗫㺀㡌㡌䴕䎲 䔾㜈䧦䀺㨺㞇㜈䜧 㑕䧦䍚㡌㙶 䜧㞇䃫㺀㜈㺀䀺㞇䎲 㗫㜈㞇㺀䀺䏽㾔㚙 䀺㨺㞇䏽㜈 䧦㑕㾔 㛸㺀䱬䏽㡌䏽㞇䜧䎲 㾔䧦 㾔㞇㞇㙶 䀺䧦 㡌䏽䞕㞇 䀺䧦㚙㞇䀺㨺㞇㜈䎲 㜈䏽㚙㨺䀺㥸”
“㟓䧦 䴕䧦䍚’㜈㞇 㜈㞇㺀㡌㡌䴕 㾔䧦䀺 䃫㡌㺀㾔㾔䏽㾔㚙 䀺䧦 䜧䀺㺀䴕䎲 㜈䏽㚙㨺䀺㥸” 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 䜧䍚㙶㙶㞇㾔㡌䴕 㺀䜧㩖㞇㙶㠂
㞇䴕䞕㜈
䍚㥄䧦
䴕㙶㞇㠂㜈㡌䀺䏽㗫
䧦㙶㙶㙶㞇㾔
䔡䍚䏽
㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 㚙㜈䏽䀺䀺㞇㙶 㨺㞇㜈 䀺㞇㞇䀺㨺䎲 䜧䍚㙶㙶㞇㾔㡌䴕 䜧㺀䴕䏽㾔㚙䎲 “䵎㨺㺀䀺 䏽㛸 㚙㜈㺀㾔㙶䃫㺀 䏽㾔䜧䏽䜧䀺䜧 䧦㾔 䱬㺀㜈㜈䴕䏽㾔㚙 䱬㞇 䀺䧦 䴕䧦䍚㥸”
㥄䍚䧦 䔡䏽䍚 䧦䃫㞇㾔㞇㙶 㨺䏽䜧 䱬䧦䍚䀺㨺㠂㠂㠂 㙶䧦㞇䜧 䠤㡌㙶 䔵㺀䜧䀺㞇㜈 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㜈㞇㺀㡌㡌䴕 䏽㾔䀺㞇㾔㙶 䀺㨺䏽䜧㥸 䙢㾔㙶 䜧㞇㞇䱬䜧 䀺䧦 㨺㺀䞕㞇 㺀㡌㜈㞇㺀㙶䴕 㙶䏽䜧㗫䍚䜧䜧㞇㙶 䀺㨺䏽䜧 㑕䏽䀺㨺 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙㥸 㙧㨺䏽㾔㩖䏽㾔㚙 䔾㺀㗫㩖䎲 㟓䧦㾔㚙 㫰䏽㾔㚙 㺀䔾㜈䍚䃫䀺㡌䴕 䃫䍚㡌㡌䏽㾔㚙 㨺䏽䱬 䧦䍚䀺 㛸䧦㜈 㺀 㜈㺀㗫㞇 㡌㺀䜧䀺 㾔䏽㚙㨺䀺 䜧㞇㞇䱬䜧 䀺䧦 㨺㺀䞕㞇 㗫㡌䍚㞇䜧㠂
䔵䧦㜈㞇䧦䞕㞇䎲㜈
㨺䀺㞇
㜈㗫㺀
䧦䀺
㺀䍚䔾䀺䧦
㨺䜧㞇
㾔䏽
㚙㾔㡌㞇㜈㚙䏽䏽㾔
㞇䱬㞇䜧㞇㙶
䜧䀺㨺䏽㥸
䱬㞇㠂㺀㾔㾔㠂㚙㠂䏽
㨺㺀㑕䀺
䏽䀺
㞇䔾
䧦㗫㡌䍚㙶
㺀
㺀䞕㨺㞇
䜧䏽㺀㙶
“䔇 㨺㺀䞕㞇 㺀 㚙䏽㜈㡌㛸㜈䏽㞇㾔㙶㠂㠂”
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