𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔭𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔡 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱. 𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔲𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔢 𝔧𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔱. 𝔓𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔯𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔡. "ℑ𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔱'𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔨." 𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢.

𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡. 𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔯𝔬𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔭𝔰𝔶𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔞𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔪 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫'𝔱 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔫𝔬𝔴. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫'𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔰𝔞𝔩𝔳𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢.

𝔏𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔏𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔊𝔬𝔡'𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔱 𝔰𝔬 𝔰𝔬 ℑ 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔡𝔬𝔪 𝔬𝔣 𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫. ℑ𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔠𝔢 ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔠𝔢 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢. 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔣 ℑ 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔰 ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔟𝔶 𝔊𝔬𝔡'𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔰.

𝔉𝔬𝔯 ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔖𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰. 𝔅𝔢𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰. 𝔒𝔫𝔩𝔶 ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔬𝔨 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 ℑ 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔫𝔬𝔴.