[𝔙𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢 1: $𝔏ℑℭ𝔎 $𝔏𝔒𝔗ℌ]
𝔄𝔶𝔢 $𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔨, 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔶𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢
𝔖𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔲𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫' 𝔲𝔭 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫' 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔯
ℑ𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫' 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔯𝔨 '𝔢𝔪
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔰𝔞𝔶, "𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩 '𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶"
𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔬𝔫' 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔴𝔞𝔶
𝔉𝔲𝔠𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔶
𝔊𝔯𝔦𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔄 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔎, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔞𝔶
𝔊𝔯𝔦𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔄ℭ, 𝔤𝔯𝔯𝔞𝔱! 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔬 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔢
𝔊𝔯𝔞𝔟 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥, 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩
𝔊𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔶, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔞𝔶, "𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨 '𝔢𝔪 𝔴𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔩𝔩"
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔦𝔫, 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩
𝔅𝔲𝔱 ℑ'𝔪 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫' 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩
𝔚𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔭 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔬𝔭 𝔪𝔢 𝔞 𝔄𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔩
𝔚𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔭 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔬𝔭 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔄𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔩
𝔊𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩

[𝔙𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢 2: 7𝔗ℌ 𝔚𝔄ℜ𝔇 𝔏𝔒ℜ𝔇]
𝔅𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔦𝔫 𝔑𝔢𝔴 𝔒𝔯𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔰
𝔅𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔭, 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔫' 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢
7𝔱𝔥 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔱𝔲𝔟 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔞 𝔭𝔩𝔲𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔦𝔫
𝔏𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔤𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰, 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫
𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥, ℑ'𝔪 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱
ℜ𝔲𝔟𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔭𝔦𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫' 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔫
𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 7𝔱𝔥, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔦𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪
ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱
𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔭𝔦𝔭𝔢, 𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔥 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔨𝔲𝔩𝔩
𝔖𝔪𝔬𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔨, 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔤𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔯
ℭ𝔬𝔠𝔨 𝔦𝔱 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨, 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰
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