‍ 𝖦𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖱𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌

(𝖩𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌) (𝖩𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌) (𝖩𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌) (𝖩𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌) 𝖳'𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗆'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏é𝖾 𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗆'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏é𝖾 𝖢𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈ù 𝗃𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋é𝖾, 𝗃'𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗎𝗍-ê𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋é𝖿é𝗋é 𝖰𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗂𝗍 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏é (𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏é) 𝖫𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖻é𝗇é𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖫𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗅é𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖣𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗂, 𝗃'𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗆'é𝗅𝗈𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗇 "𝖯𝗅𝗎𝗍ô𝗍 𝗊𝗎'ê𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗅, 𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝗏𝖺𝗎𝗍 ê𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗀𝗇é" 𝖳𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖼'𝗊𝗎'𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗍 𝖲𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋è𝗌 𝖽'𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂 𝖤𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗉𝗋è𝗌 𝖽'𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾 𝖼'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗂 𝖥𝗎𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗂, 𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖼'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗂 𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗂 𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂 𝗍𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝗑 𝖮𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗂, 𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖼'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗂 𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗂 𝖯𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗊𝗎𝗈𝗂 𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗋é𝗇𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖰𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗅à 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗅'𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾? 𝖢'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 é𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗅𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖮𝗎 𝗅𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖼𝖾𝗎𝗋, 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃'𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗋é𝗇𝗈𝗆? 𝖩𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗍 "𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂è𝗋𝖾" 𝖫𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌é 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖾 𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾 𝖼'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗂 𝖥𝗎𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗂, 𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖼'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗂 𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗂 𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾 𝖼'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗂 𝖥𝗎𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗂, 𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖼'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗂 𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗂 (𝖩𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌) (𝖩𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌) (𝖩𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌) (𝖩𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌) (𝖩𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌) (𝖩𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌) (𝖩𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌) (𝖩𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗌)

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖨’𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈, 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖨’𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗒—𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖨 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝖨’𝗆 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾. 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗆 𝖨 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨’𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈? 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗆 𝖨 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖨 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌? 𝖨 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾: 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇, 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖨’𝗆 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾.