Chapter 506: Chapter 511: Blood-Stained Smile
Chapter 506: Chapter 511: Blood-Stained Smile
Chapter 511: Blood-Stained Smile
The Origin Qi Cauldron had appeared, returning to the hands of the Sacred Body. But could he keep it? Most likely, a great upheaval was imminent.
Everyone in the Northern Region was discussing this, wondering how many hearts were stirred. Years ago, Ye Fan had been hunted precisely because of this Holy Cauldron.
Now, rumors spread that he had severed his divine links, making it even more likely for people to harbor sinister thoughts. Those from the Sacred Lands out gaining experience were all restless, paying close attention.
Even with the protection of the peerless Divine King, it was futile. By now, anyone could guess that Jiang Taixu was unlikely to ever appear in the world again; even the Jiang Clan had reached this conclusion.
Yes, Jiang Taixu had passed away, a conclusion everyone had guessed. From the moment he sent Little Tingting back to the Jiang Clan, this was as good as confirmed.
The only thing Ye Fan could still find some relief in was the existence of someone comparable to an Ancient Saint—the Old Madman. Otherwise, all the Holy Lords might have personally come to strike.
However, while they might be deterred for a time, they could not be guarded against forever. Already, many were eager to try, unable to resist the temptation of the Origin Qi Cauldron.
The raw material for an Extreme Dao Holy Weapon was an invaluable divine artifact. Even with tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of pounds of Source, it simply couldn’t be bought. Even Ancient Emperors rarely encountered such immortal items; no one was unmoved.
Otherwise, why would the most ruthless person of ancient times refine their own body, shaking antiquity and illuminating the present, to cast the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar, leaving behind a terrifying legend?
“Damn it, more people have followed us! It’s only been a few days, and you’ve practically become an Undying Divine Medicine. Everyone wants to take a bite out of you!” the Big Black Dog exclaimed, clicking its tongue.
They entered a desolate ancient city, with many people leisurely trailing behind them. It didn’t take much thought to know they coveted the divine artifact.
“There’s no choice. The Origin Qi Cauldron is too rare, and it’s so incredibly heavy. It’s enough to refine an Extreme Dao Holy Weapon without worrying about lacking Immortal Material,” Jiang Huairen sighed.
These Origin Qi essences were beyond compare to the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword, which only contained an amount the size of a fingernail. This was a complete Ancestor Root, endlessly regenerating, enough to move any powerful expert.
“SWOOSH!”
A sword aura shot through the void, like a falling star smashing towards the earth, its brilliant light representing destruction and carnage, enveloping everyone present.
“BANG!”
Ye Fan extended a hand, his golden palm and fingers shining brilliantly, flowing with Dao Lines. He effortlessly erased the sword aura.
“Finally, someone couldn’t resist making a move. Let’s finish them off!” Liu Kou declared.
“This is just a probe. Don’t act rashly yet,” Ye Fan shook his head.
“The holy divine relics of the Ancient Emperors are few and far between; each one is an unparalleled Immortal Treasure. Dragon Pattern Black Gold, Phoenix Blood Red Gold, Immortal Tears Green Gold—it’s hard to find even half a liang in the entire world. It’s understandable that everyone competes fiercely for them,” Li Heishui said.
The Origin Qi foundation was precisely such a rare immortal item. Obtaining it meant severing the source of this type of holy relic, making it unlikely to be encountered again. Its value was immeasurable.
All the Sacred Lands and supreme Great Sects were green with envy. Whether one was a divine being or a Saint, thousands of years would pass, and all would eventually return to dust. Only such holy divine relics were eternal.
Wu Zhongtian, with the head of a leopard and round, fierce eyes, was an imposing figure—a typical Great Han from the Northern Region. At this moment, his eyebrows twitched, and he said sternly, “This is bad! Even Half-Step Sovereigns have followed. I recognize that person; he’s a very powerful scattered cultivator from the Northern Region!”
“I’ve also spotted several people. Some are Great Elders from the Northern Domain Great Sects, others are powerful scattered cultivators, all at the seventh transformation of Dragon Transformation!” Liu Kou added.
Some people could no longer hold back, wanting to fish in troubled waters and take a gamble.
“Big Brother,” the pitiful little girl whispered, tugging Ye Fan’s sleeve after those people had disappeared, “I saw several people appearing around us now and then, different ones each time.”
Mortal World… Ye Fan’s expression turned grave. He had experienced this before; assassins from the Ancient Divine Dynasty hid among the vast sea of people, making them incredibly difficult to distinguish.
He remained calm, opened his Divine Eye, and quietly waited for those individuals to reappear.
One, two… His heart pounded wildly. There were a full eight assassins, indistinguishable from ordinary people. It was impossible to discern their cultivation base, and he couldn’t sense the slightest unusual fluctuation from them.
If not for his Divine Eye, which could see through their other facade, it would be hard to imagine that these seemingly ordinary people were powerful assassins, wielding blood-dripping swords as they walked in darkness.
“The Ancient Assassin Divine Dynasty has finally reappeared! This is really bad!” the Big Black Dog muttered.
“Jiang Yichen, that bastard! His heart is truly vicious. He released the news about the Origin Qi Cauldron, hoping to use others to eliminate us,” Li Heishui said.
“Mortal World and Hell have both arrived!” Ye Fan felt the pressure. He ultimately confirmed the presence of thirteen assassins, and these were only the ones who had come to observe. How many more were lurking in the shadows, he didn’t know.
“The storm is gathering, and the winds fill the pavilion. The Ancient Assassin Divine Dynasty really knows how to pick its moments. This time, they’re likely preparing for a single, decisive strike to seize the cauldron!” Jiang Huairen said.
Others might fear the Saints of the current age, but these two divine dynasties alone showed no fear, having even provoked them in the past. Whenever he thought about this, the Big Black Dog couldn’t help but shiver, believing they were likely as powerful now as they were in ancient times.
“Little Kid Ye, are you sure you want to continue like this?” Li Heishui was starting to have second thoughts. The number of powerful enemies was growing, a very dangerous sign.
Jiang Huairen, Wu Zhongtian, and the others all suggested they lay low for a while and avoid appearing in public like this, or disaster would surely follow.
“No worries. Let’s go a little further. I’ve already prepared the next Killing Array for them!” A cold smile touched Ye Fan’s lips.
“Kid, are you trying to work this emperor to death? That Absolute Killing Array consumes too much Essence, Qi, and Spirit!” the Big Black Dog bared its teeth, grumbling indignantly.
“You’re not thinking of wiping them all out in one go, are you? Finishing off everyone following us?!” Liu Kou jumped in shock.
“It’s just a preliminary idea. I don’t know how powerful the Killing Array the Black Emperor has set up will be,” Ye Fan smiled.
“Wouldn’t that be too ruthless? Moving around like this, you’ll attract so many people. Are you planning to catch them all in one net?” Wu Zhongtian’s heart pounded.
Jiang Huairen, however, laughed and said, “That’s how it should be! Those who don’t intend to kill have no reason to fear for their lives. Why should we be polite to those who want to kill Little Kid Ye?”
“Exactly! That’s how it should be. If they come to kill, then we use the Absolute Killing Array to wipe them all out!” Li Heishui nodded in fervent agreement.
“I want to see exactly who is most eager to kill me and seize the cauldron…” Ye Fan chuckled.
“I wonder how many heads will roll. But… if they’re coming to kill and seize the cauldron, they’ll have no one to blame but themselves,” Liu Kou laughed.
Comparatively, Wu Zhongtian was very straightforward and upright. He sighed, “Your smiles are already stained with blood. Many people are destined to die.”
“Brother, why are you getting soft-hearted? That’s not like you,” Jiang Huairen said.
“I’m just feeling a bit sentimental for a moment. In that case, let’s kill to our hearts’ content!” Wu Zhongtian declared, his heroic spirit soaring.
“Damn it, kid! Do you have any idea how much effort it takes this emperor when you just casually come up with an idea?” The Big Black Dog shot Ye Fan a sidelong glance, grumbling incessantly, clearly very displeased.
However, when it saw Ye Fan take out a sacred fruit and dangle it, its spirits immediately lifted. It started drooling, nearly pouncing forward.
Now, the peerless Divine King had exhausted his own source. Even with Undying Divine Medicine, recovery was impossible; whether he could survive was entirely up to him. Therefore, Ye Fan could freely distribute the remaining Divine Fruit.
In the end, the Big Black Dog pounded its chest with its large paws, making THUMP! THUMP! sounds, guaranteeing it would flawlessly recreate the Absolute Killing Array of the Great Emperor Wushi.
Of course, it was only a fragment. It had only mastered that much. It was impossible for the complete Array Patterns of an Ancient Emperor to exist in the world. However, if it could set up the part it knew, that would be more than enough!
“Brother, that gray-haired man is here,” the pitiful little girl said softly, wrinkling her delicate little nose.
Only after careful observation did Ye Fan realize that Jiang Yichen’s great uncle had arrived. He wore a mask that even the Divine Eye could hardly penetrate; it required intense concentration to see through.
“Excellent, he’s here! This time, we’ll serve him a grand punishment!” Liu Kou shouted excitedly upon hearing the news.
For the past few days, they had been trying to find a way to catch Jiang Yichen, but as long as he didn’t leave the Jiang Family, they were helpless. Unexpectedly, another detestable figure had emerged. If they didn’t suppress him, they would truly be letting themselves down.
“This fellow is actually an expert at the eighth transformation of Dragon Transformation, preparing to ambush and kill us! Luckily, we saw through him. Otherwise, he would have been a huge threat,” Li Heishui gritted his teeth.
“Don’t act rashly. We can’t let the entire Absolute Killing Array be wasted because of him alone,” Ye Fan said.
「Smoke Cloud City」
Ancient and dilapidated, like its name suggested, everything here had become clouds and smoke of the past. It once had a glorious history, even bearing the footprints of an Ancient Emperor.
Unfortunately, all of that was now in the past; its former glory was no more. Only desolation remained. The city’s population was small, less than forty thousand. It was an ancient city devoid of vitality.
Ye Fan and his group journeyed onward, entering this decaying ancient city, and decided to lay down the Ancient Killing Array of the Great Emperor Wushi here!
“According to ancient records, after the two Assassin Divine Dynasties have stealthily observed their targets, they usually make their move within five days. It’s very possible tonight is the night.”
With these ancient secrets provided by the Big Black Dog, their arrangements became much more relaxed, because this time, they were determined to annihilate everyone who emerged from the two Assassin Divine Dynasties.
Night flowed like water, dotted with countless stars. This evening in Smoke Cloud City was tranquil, almost heavy with a sense of twilight. Once deep night fell, this ancient city lost all its vitality.
Ye Fan stood on an Ancient Platform, gazing up at the Starry Sky. Beside him, the pitiful little girl rested her chin in her hands, letting out small yawns, looking listless.
The two of them weren’t truly looking at the stars and moon but were using their Divine Eyes to survey their surroundings, observing those hidden in the shadows.
In just these few days, even more powerful experts had followed them. Half-Step Sovereigns had already made their appearance, and the traces of Saint Heirs flickered in the distance.
I never expected the Wanchu Saint Heir to come, Ye Fan mused to himself. His eyesight was incredibly powerful; he could capture the true appearance of figures even on the distant horizon.
Tonight was destined for bloodshed. Many people seemed to have a tacit understanding, appearing simultaneously and pressing closer.
However, those individuals were very well hidden, far off on the horizon, waiting for an opportunity, unwilling to be the first to strike.
Yao Xi has also arrived. Ye Fan was startled. The Flickering Light Sacred Lady was hidden within a cloud in the Void Space; no one without a Divine Eye like his could possibly detect her.
Dayan Saint Heir, Xiang Yifei! His eyes flashed as he discovered another Saint Heir in the shadows. He had dealings with this person in the Divine City in the past; he hadn’t expected him to come as well.
“Big Brother, people from the Ancient Divine Dynasty have arrived…” the pitiful little girl yawned, having noticed the situation.
Ye Fan nodded, remaining on the Ancient Platform, continuing his observation, wanting to see everyone hiding in the shadows.
The descendant of the Golden Family, Jin Chixiao, is here too… Ye Fan’s heart tightened. This person was very powerful. It was said that the blood of Ancient Kings flowed in the veins of this family; they were not of the human race.
The Purple Mansion Saint Heir is indeed here as well! He saw the trace of another Saint Heir, having long guessed this person would come.
Ye Fan picked up the pitiful little girl and flew back to the deep courtyard to rendezvous with the Black Emperor and the others, informing them of the pursuers’ locations.
“Too many people have come. There are many cultivators from Great Sects. Jiang Yichen’s great uncle brought over a dozen people; they are the closest to this location.”
“The Ancient Assassin Divine Dynasty is hidden in the Void Space, about to strike!”
They exchanged information, preparing to effectively activate the Wushi Killing Array shortly.
“There are Half-Step Sovereigns, and even Saint Heirs and Sacred Ladies. What a powerful lineup,” Wu Zhongtian sighed.
Ye Fan pondered for a moment, then said, “Black Emperor, in a little while, try to wait for everyone to enter before activating the Wushi Killing Array. No matter who they are, as long as they enter, we’ll cut them all down!”
(To be continued. www., support the author, support legal reading!)
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㹌
㠺䀃䀃䑡㑶
㹌䖷 䖷㟝㺭䖷 䢿㨷䢿㥾㤽䖷㓣 䖷㟝㥾 㽃䅎䈏䈏䅎㤽䘄 䅎㤽䖷㥾㤽䖷 㿏䄦㥽䘄㥾䯚 䈏䅎㽃㥾 㺭 㿏㥾㺭㓣 㿏䎽㥾㥾䂈䅎㤽䘄 㺭䢵㥽㨷㿏㿏 㺭䈏䈏 䯚䅎㥽㥾䢵䖷䅎㨷㤽㿏㧸 㠺䄦䅎䈏䯚䅎㤽䘄㿏 䢵㨷䈏䈏㺭䂈㿏㥾䯚 䅎㤽 䂈䅎㥾䢵㥾㿏㓣 㥽㥾䯚䄦䢵㥾䯚 䖷㨷 䯚䄦㿏䖷㧸 㥹㤽䯚㥾㥽 䖷㟝㥾 䖷㥾㥽㥽䅎㟬䓐䅎㤽䘄㓣 㟬㨷㥽䢿䈏㥾㿏㿏 㽃䅎䈏䈏䅎㤽䘄 䅎㤽䖷㥾㤽䖷㓣 㤽㨷䖷㟝䅎㤽䘄 䢵㨷䄦䈏䯚 㥽㥾䢿㺭䅎㤽㒽 㥾㢽㥾㥽䓐䖷㟝䅎㤽䘄 䢵㥾㺭㿏㥾䯚 䖷㨷 㥾㦛䅎㿏䖷㧸
㺭㺭䄦㥽
㥾䖷㟝
䈏䂈㿏䅎䖷
䅎䖷䘄䈏㟝
䢿㓣㨷㥽㥾
㟝䖷㿏䅎
㨷㤽
䄦䈏䢵㨷䯚㿏
㥾㥾䂈䯚
㤽㤽㥾䢵㨷䯚䢵㥾䖷
㢽㺭㨷㥾㧩㒽
㥾㺭䂈㺭䈏䢵
䖷䓐䄦䯚㥽㺭㨷䢵㥽
䎽㿏㨷㥽䯚
䲉㥽䎽㨷䯚
䖷㨷
㿏㺭䎽
䖷㟝䅎䎽
㥾䖷㟝
䯚㿏㨷㥾㥽㺭
㠺䦤䈏䘄㺭㤽䅎
㨷䖷
㥽㿏䢵䄦㟝㥾䯚
䲪䅎
㧸㟝㥾㿏㥾㺭㢽㤽
㓣㥾䅎㿏㽃㿏
䖷㟝㥾
䂈䅎㥾㿏䢵㥾㧸
䁴㥹䍨䍨㑶
㠺䈏㨷㨷䯚 㿏䂈䈏㺭㿏㟝㥾䯚 㺭㿏 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽 䎽䅎㥾䈏䯚㥾䯚 䖷㟝㥾 䢨䅎㤽 䢨㺭㤽䘄 㘾㨷䈏䓐 䲉䎽㨷㥽䯚㓣 㿏䈏䅎䢵䅎㤽䘄 㺭 䘄㟝㨷㿏䖷㯷䈏䅎㽃㥾 㟬䅎䘄䄦㥽㥾 䅎㤽 䖷䎽㨷㧸 㠺䈏㨷㨷䯚 㿏䄦㥽䘄㥾䯚 㟬㨷㥽䖷㟝㓣 䢵㥽㥾㺭䖷䅎㤽䘄 㺭 䈏㺭㥽䘄㥾 㿏䂈㥽㺭䓐㧸
㰎㹌䣟㠺㑶
㘾㥾 㿏䎽䄦㤽䘄 㟝䅎㿏 㿏䎽㨷㥽䯚 䅎㤽 㥽㥾㢽㥾㥽㿏㥾 䖷㨷䎽㺭㥽䯚 䖷㟝㥾 㢽㨷䅎䯚㧸 㹌 㠺㹌㰎䣟 㿏㨷䄦㤽䯚㥾䯚 㺭㿏 㟝㥾 㿏䢿㺭㿏㟝㥾䯚 㺭 㟝䅎䯚䯚㥾㤽 㺭㿏㿏㺭㿏㿏䅎㤽 㨷㟬 䖷㟝㥾 㹌㤽䢵䅎㥾㤽䖷 㺗䅎㢽䅎㤽㥾 㺗䓐㤽㺭㿏䖷䓐 䅎㤽 䖷㟝㥾 㢽㨷䅎䯚 䅎㤽䖷㨷 䢿㥾㺭䖷 䂈㺭㿏䖷㥾㧸
㵑㟝㥾 㘾㥾㺭㢽䓐 䲉䎽㨷㥽䯚 䎽㺭㿏 䈏䅎㽃㥾 㺭 㟝㺭䢿䢿㥾㥽㒽 㟝䅎㿏 㿏䖷㥽㥾㤽䘄䖷㟝 䅎䢿䢿㥾㺭㿏䄦㥽㺭㧩䈏㥾㧸 㘾㥾 㽃䅎䈏䈏㥾䯚 䖷㟝䅎㿏 䂈㨷䎽㥾㥽㟬䄦䈏 㺭㿏㿏㺭㿏㿏䅎㤽 䎽㟝㨷 䖷㟝㨷䄦䘄㟝䖷 䖷㟝㥾䓐 䎽㥾㥽㥾 䎽㥾䈏䈏 㟝䅎䯚䯚㥾㤽㓣 㿏㟝㺭䖷䖷㥾㥽䅎㤽䘄 䖷㟝㥾䅎㥽 㧩㨷㤽㥾㿏 㺭㤽䯚 㧩㥽㥾㺭㽃䅎㤽䘄 䖷㟝㥾䅎㥽 䖷㥾㤽䯚㨷㤽㿏㧸
䘄㤽䦤䦤䯚㓣䈏㺭䅎
㨷䯚䎽㥽䲉
䅎㽃㿏㥾㓣㿏
㺭䯚㤽
䖷㟝㥾䅎㥽
䅎㿏䘄䄦䅎㿏㤽
㨷䈏㺭㿏
㨷䖷㟝㥾㥽㿏
㦇䈏㿏㥾䎽㓣㟝㥾㥽㥾
㨷㟬
䎽㤽䅎䯚
㨷㧩䯚㨷䈏
㨷䖷
㟝䈏䅎䘄䖷
䅎䲪
㤽㥽㿏㿏䢵㿏㿏䢵㨷㥽䅎䘄䅎
䲉䎽䯚㨷㥽
㨷㤽㿏㿏䄦䯚
䖷㟝㥾
㥾㺭䯚䢿
䄦㤽㧸㥽䯚㥾㟝䖷
㞚䄦
㿏㥽䯚㟝㥾䄦
㺭㺭㥽䄦
㺭䯚㤽
㨷㤽㟝䠜㺭㤽䅎䖷䘄
㥾䢿㿏㨷㢽㧸
䓐䈏㓣䯚䅎䎽䈏
㿏䈏㥾㤽䯚䂈㥾㤽㥾䖷㥽
㵑㟝㥾 䂈䈏㺭䢵㥾 䎽㺭㿏 㟬䅎䈏䈏㥾䯚 䎽䅎䖷㟝 㥽㺭䢿䂈㺭㤽䖷 㽃䅎䈏䈏䅎㤽䘄 䅎㤽䖷㥾㤽䖷㓣 䈏䅎㽃㥾 䖷㟝㨷䄦㿏㺭㤽䯚㿏 㨷㟬 㺭䢵䖷䅎㢽㥾 㢽㨷䈏䢵㺭㤽㨷㥾㿏 㥾㥽䄦䂈䖷䅎㤽䘄 㿏䅎䢿䄦䈏䖷㺭㤽㥾㨷䄦㿏䈏䓐㧸 㵑㥾㥽㥽䅎㟬䓐䅎㤽䘄 䎽㺭㢽㥾㿏 㿏䂈㥽㥾㺭䯚 㥾㢽㥾㥽䓐䎽㟝㥾㥽㥾㓣 㺭㤽䯚 䢿㨷㥽㥾 㟬䅎䘄䄦㥽㥾㿏 㥾䢿㥾㥽䘄㥾䯚 㟬㥽㨷䢿 䖷㟝㥾 䯚㺭㥽㽃㤽㥾㿏㿏 䖷㨷 㽃䅎䈏䈏㧸
㘾㨷䎽㥾㢽㥾㥽㓣 䎽㟝䅎䈏㥾 䢵㨷㤽㟬㥽㨷㤽䖷䅎㤽䘄 䖷㟝㥾 䘄㟝㨷㿏䖷㯷䈏䅎㽃㥾 㥾㦛䂈㥾㥽䖷㿏㓣 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽 㺭㤽䯚 㟝䅎㿏 䢵㨷䢿䂈㺭㤽䅎㨷㤽㿏 䎽㥾㥽㥾 䢵㨷㤽㿏䖷㺭㤽䖷䈏䓐 㨷㤽 䘄䄦㺭㥽䯚 㺭䘄㺭䅎㤽㿏䖷 䖷㟝㥾 㟝䅎䯚䯚㥾㤽 㺭㿏㿏㺭㿏㿏䅎㤽㿏 䅎㤽 䖷㟝㥾 㢽㨷䅎䯚㒽 䖷㟝㥾䓐 䎽㥾㥽㥾 䖷㟝㥾 䖷㥽䄦㥾 䯚㥾㺭䯚䈏䓐 䖷㟝㥽㥾㺭䖷㿏㧸
䍨㥹䍨㑶䁴
䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽 䎽㥾㤽䖷 㨷㤽 㺭 㽃䅎䈏䈏䅎㤽䘄 㿏䂈㥽㥾㥾㓣 䢵㨷㤽㿏㥾䢵䄦䖷䅎㢽㥾䈏䓐 㿏䈏㺭㿏㟝䅎㤽䘄 㿏㥾㢽㥾㥽㺭䈏 㟬㨷㥽䢿䅎䯚㺭㧩䈏㥾 㥾㤽㥾䢿䅎㥾㿏㧸 㵑㟝㥾㤽㓣 㟝㥾 䈏䅎㟬䖷㥾䯚 㟝䅎㿏 㿏䎽㨷㥽䯚 㥾䯚䘄㥾 㺭䘄㺭䅎㤽㓣 䢵䈏㥾㺭㢽䅎㤽䘄 䅎㤽䖷㨷 䖷㟝㥾 㢽㨷䅎䯚 㺭㤽䯚 䢵㟝㨷䂈䂈䅎㤽䘄 㨷㟬㟬 㺭 㧩䈏㨷㨷䯚䓐 㟝㥾㺭䯚㧸 㵑㟝㥾 㨷䂈䂈㨷㤽㥾㤽䖷 䯚䅎㥾䯚 䎽䅎䖷㟝 㥾䓐㥾㿏 䎽䅎䯚㥾 㨷䂈㥾㤽㧸
䁴㥹䍨䍨㑶 䁴㥹䍨䍨㑶㧸㧸㧸
㗻䅎
㘾㥾䅎䅎㿏㟝㓣䄦
㟬䅎䄦䘄㥽㥾㿏
䖷䅎㟝㥾㥽
㥾㺭䢵㟝
㥾㺭㿏䢿
㟝㥾䖷
䖷㤽㨷㨷
㨷㟬㧩㥾㥽㥾
䈏㺭㨷㿏䢿䖷
㥾㟝㧸䖷䯚㿏䖷㺭㥾㥽
䅎䠜㓣㤽㺭㟝㨷䘄䖷㤽
㢽㨷䯚䅎
㞚䄦
㥽㤽䘄䎽㿏䯚㨷㿏㗻㨷
㺭䖷
䄦㿏䖷䢵㽃㥽
䅎䅎䂈㤽䘄㤽㤽
䖷㥾䅎㓣䢿
䖷㟝㿏㥽㨷㥾
䘄㟬㥽䅎㥾䄦
㟝䖷㥾
㤽䅎㥽䅎䂈䢵㥾䘄
㘾䄦䅎㓣㤽㥽㺭㥾
㺭㤽䯚
㺭
䅎㿏䢵㨷䓐㥾㓣䄦䈏䖷䢵㢽㥾㤽
㺭㵧䅎䘄㤽
㥾㟝䖷
“䃢䅎䈏䈏㑶”
䑡㥾䢿㧩㥾㥽㿏 㨷㟬 䖷㟝㥾 㹌㤽䢵䅎㥾㤽䖷 㹌㿏㿏㺭㿏㿏䅎㤽 㺗䅎㢽䅎㤽㥾 㺗䓐㤽㺭㿏䖷䓐 㽃㤽㥾䎽 䖷㟝㥾䅎㥽 㿏䄦䂈㥽㥾䢿㥾 㿏㥾䢵㥽㥾䖷 䖷㥾䢵㟝㤽䅎䠱䄦㥾 㨷㟬 䢵㨷㤽䢵㥾㺭䈏䢿㥾㤽䖷 䢵㨷䄦䈏䯚㤽’䖷 㟬㨷㨷䈏 䖷㟝㥾䅎㥽 㨷䂈䂈㨷㤽㥾㤽䖷㿏㒽 䖷㟝㥾䅎㥽 䂈㨷㿏䅎䖷䅎㨷㤽㿏 㟝㺭䯚 䈏㨷㤽䘄 㧩㥾㥾㤽 㥾㦛䂈㨷㿏㥾䯚㧸
䅎㤽㧸㺭㢽
䈏䖷䓐㥽㺭䄦䈏䅎䴤
㟝䅎䖷㥾㥽
㟬㥽䢿㨷
䄦㥾䖷䖷䈏㥽䓐
㨷䂈㤽㥽䖷㨷䂈䄦䅎䓐䖷
䯚䯚㥾䅎
㨷䖷
䖷䅎㨷㤽㿏䅎㺭䖷㟝㥾
䅎㤽
䯚㺭㟝
㥽㥾㥽㢽㨷㓣㥾㨷䑡
㥾䅎䅎㤽㺗㢽
䢵㟝㺭㥾
㿏㺭㓣㤽䓐䓐㺗䖷
㿏㟝䖷䈏㺭䖷㥾
䖷㟝㥾䢿
䖷㺭㺭㧸㽃䢵䖷㿏
䅎㥾䅎䖷䖷㤽㺭䅎
㟬㨷
㿏㥾䯚䄦
㿏㥾䎽䈏
㿏㺭
㥾䖷㟝㥽䅎
㦛㥾䂈㥽㥾䖷
㺭䯚㤽
㤽㥾㨷㤽䖷䂈䂈㿏㨷
㟝㨷䎽
㺭㤽
䖷㥾㟝
㺭㤽
“䲉䅎㤽䢵㥾 䓐㨷䄦 䂈㥽㥾䖷㥾㤽䯚 䖷㨷 㧩㥾 䢵㨷䎽㺭㥽䯚㿏㓣 㵌’䈏䈏 㧩㥾㺭䖷 䓐㨷䄦 䅎㤽䖷㨷 㿏䄦㧩䢿䅎㿏㿏䅎㨷㤽㑶” 㵑㟝㥾 㠺䈏㺭䢵㽃 㦇䢿䂈㥾㥽㨷㥽 㿏㟝㨷䄦䖷㥾䯚㓣 䅎䖷㿏 䈏㺭㥽䘄㥾 䂈㺭䎽 䢵㥽䄦㿏㟝䅎㤽䘄 㺭 䢿㺭㿏䖷㥾㥽 㟬㥽㨷䢿 䖷㟝㥾 䑡㨷㥽䖷㺭䈏 㞚㨷㥽䈏䯚㧸
㠺䀃䀃䑡㑶
㨷㟬
㤽㿏㺭㺗䓐䖷䓐
䅎㤽㨷䳆㤽䅎䘄
䅎㥾㤽䖷㤽䖷
㟬㨷㥾䢵㥽㿏
䅎㿏㺭㤽㿏㿏㹌㿏
䯚㤽㺭
㥾㥾㥽㧩䢿㿏䢿
㺭㧸䢿䈏䯚䓐
䖷㥾㟝
㥾䂈㥾䖷㿏㥽䢵㿏
䍨㺭㤽
㨷㽃㨷䖷
䢵㤽㤽㹌䖷䅎㥾
䅎䈏㤽䅎䘄䈏㽃
䅎㿏㟝
䅎䈏㽃䈏
䎽㟝䅎䖷
䢨㥾
䈏䅎㢽㿏㥾㧩䅎
㟝䖷㨷㿏㥾
䄦䯚䘄㥾㿏㥽
㺭䢵㨷䅎㓣䖷㤽
㺗䅎䅎㤽㥾㢽
䅎㿏㤽䢿㨷㨷㺭䢵䂈㧸㤽
㥾䍨㨷㥾㿏㺭㥽䢿
㹌䈏䈏
㨷䖷
㵑㟝䅎㿏 䎽㺭㿏 㺭㤽 㨷㢽㥾㥽䎽㟝㥾䈏䢿䅎㤽䘄㓣 䯚㥾㢽㺭㿏䖷㺭䖷䅎㤽䘄 䖷䅎䯚㥾㧸 㵑㟝㥾 㟬㨷㥽䢿䈏㥾㿏㿏 㽃䅎䈏䈏䅎㤽䘄 䅎㤽䖷㥾㤽䖷 㿏㟝㥽㥾䯚䯚㥾䯚 䖷㟝㥾 䘄㥽㨷䄦㤽䯚 䯚㨷䎽㤽 䢿㺭㤽䓐 㟬㥾㥾䖷 䯚㥾㥾䂈㓣 㺭㤽㤽䅎㟝䅎䈏㺭䖷䅎㤽䘄 㥾㢽㥾㥽䓐䖷㟝䅎㤽䘄㒽 㤽㨷䖷㟝䅎㤽䘄 䢵㨷䄦䈏䯚 㥽㥾㿏䅎㿏䖷㧸
㵑㟝㥾 䈏䅎㟬㥾㯷㺭㤽䯚㯷䯚㥾㺭䖷㟝 㧩㺭䖷䖷䈏㥾 䢵㨷䢿䢿㥾㤽䢵㥾䯚㧸 㵑㟝㥾 䂈㥾㨷䂈䈏㥾 㟬㥽㨷䢿 䖷㟝㥾 㹌㤽䢵䅎㥾㤽䖷 㹌㿏㿏㺭㿏㿏䅎㤽 㺗䅎㢽䅎㤽㥾 㺗䓐㤽㺭㿏䖷䓐 䄦㤽䈏㥾㺭㿏㟝㥾䯚 䖷㟝㥾䅎㥽 䃢䅎䈏䈏䅎㤽䘄 㵑㥾䢵㟝㤽䅎䠱䄦㥾㧸 㗻䅎䄦 䃢㺭㨷 㺭㤽䯚 㨷䖷㟝㥾㥽㿏 㤽㥾㺭㥽䈏䓐 㿏䄦㟬㟬㥾㥽㥾䯚 㺭 䘄㥽㥾㺭䖷 䈏㨷㿏㿏㒽 䎽㥾㥽㥾 䅎䖷 㤽㨷䖷 㟬㨷㥽 䖷㟝㥾 㠺䈏㺭䢵㽃 㦇䢿䂈㥾㥽㨷㥽’㿏 䎽㺭㥽㤽䅎㤽䘄㓣 䖷㟝㥾䓐 䎽㨷䄦䈏䯚 㟝㺭㢽㥾 㺭䈏䢿㨷㿏䖷 㟬㺭䢵㥾䯚 䘄㥽㺭㢽㥾 䯚㺭㤽䘄㥾㥽㧸
䖷㟝㥾
䖷㥾㟝
䅎䃢䘄䅎䈏㤽䈏
㟬㺭㥽
㽃㤽㺭䅎䘄䢿
䲉㥾䖷䢵㥽㥾
䅎㥽㨷㺭䓐㥽㤽䯚
㺭㞚䖷㟝
䖷䓐㟝㥾
䖷㤽㟝㺭
㥽䄦䅎䍨䖷
䢿䢵㧩㨷䖷㺭
㥾䖷䢿㟝
䢵䖷㧸㺭䅎䄦䈏䖷㢽㨷㥽㿏
䢵䈏䖷䯚䖷㢽㥾䄦㺭䅎
㨷䢿㥽㥾
䂈㥽䅎䘄㢽㨷㤽
㨷㺭㓣㺗
䅎䃢䘄䈏㤽䈏䅎
䎽㺭㿏
㨷㟬㥽
㥾㥽䖷㥾䯚㤽㿏䂈㥾
㨷䖷䘄㟝䄦㥽㟝
䖷㿏䄦㥾䯚䅎
㺗㺭㨷
䅎䯚㥽䢿㺭䓐
䠱㥾䢵䄦㟝䅎㤽㵑㥾㿏㧸
䂈䂈䈏㨷㥾㥾
㺭䖷䄦㟝䈏㿏䘄㥽㓣㥾
㥾㟝㿏㵑㥾
㵑㘾㥹㺗㑶
㞚䄦 䠜㟝㨷㤽䘄䖷䅎㺭㤽 䎽㥾㤽䖷 㧩㥾㥽㿏㥾㥽㽃㓣 㿏㟝㺭䖷䖷㥾㥽䅎㤽䘄 㺭㤽 㺭㿏㿏㺭㿏㿏䅎㤽 䎽䅎䖷㟝 㟝䅎㿏 㧩㺭㥽㥾 㟝㺭㤽䯚㿏㧸 㠺㨷㤽㥾 㟬㥽㺭䘄䢿㥾㤽䖷㿏 㟬䈏㥾䎽㓣 㺭㤽䯚 㧩䈏㨷㨷䯚 㿏䂈䈏㺭䖷䖷㥾㥽㥾䯚㧸 㵌㤽 䖷㟝㥾 䂈㺭㿏䖷㓣 㟝㥾 㟝㺭䯚 㧩㥾㥾㤽 䅎㤽㢽䅎䖷㥾䯚 㨷䄦䖷 㧩䓐 㵑䄦 䍨㥾䅎 㺭㤽䯚 㨷䖷㟝㥾㥽㿏㓣 䅎㤽䖷㥾㤽䯚䅎㤽䘄 䖷㨷 㨷䂈䂈㨷㿏㥾 䖷㟝㥾 䍨䈏䅎䢵㽃㥾㥽䅎㤽䘄 㗻䅎䘄㟝䖷 䲉㺭䅎㤽䖷 㘾㥾䅎㥽㓣 䯚㥾䢿㨷㤽㿏䖷㥽㺭䖷䅎㤽䘄 㟝䅎㿏 㟬㨷㥽䢿䅎䯚㺭㧩䈏㥾 䂈㨷䎽㥾㥽㧸
㦇㿏䈏㥾䎽㥽㥾㓣㟝㥾
䘄䖷㺭㿏㤽䅎㺭
䖷䅎㺭㧩䖷䈏䘄㤽
䅎䢵䓐㨷㨷㿏㤽䖷㤽䄦䈏䄦
㥾㘾䅎䄦㺭㥽㤽
㗻䅎
䈏㠺䯚㨷㨷
㿏㿏㺭㤽㿏䅎㿏㹌
䈏䈏㺭
㿏㘾䄦㟝䅎㥾䅎
㨷㨷㧸䯚䈏㥾㿏㧩㿏䢿
䓐㟬㓣㥾䅎㥾㥽䢵䈏
㧸㿏䓐㺭㤽䓐䖷㺗
㵧䘄䅎㤽㺭
㟝䖷㥾
㤽㺭䯚
䘄㟝䄦㨷㟬䖷
㢽䅎㤽䅎㥾㺗
㦇㢽㥾㥽䓐㨷㤽㥾 㟬㥾䈏䖷 䖷㟝㥾 䯚㺭㤽䘄㥾㥽㧸 㵑㟝㥾 㹌㤽䢵䅎㥾㤽䖷 㹌㿏㿏㺭㿏㿏䅎㤽 㺗䅎㢽䅎㤽㥾 㺗䓐㤽㺭㿏䖷䓐 㟝㺭䯚 䂈㨷䎽㥾㥽㟬䄦䈏 㿏㥾㥾䯚 㺭㿏㿏㺭㿏㿏䅎㤽㿏 㟝䅎䯚䯚㥾㤽 䅎㤽 䖷㟝㥾 䯚㺭㥽㽃㓣 䓐㥾䖷 䖷㨷 䖷㥽䄦䈏䓐 䢿㺭㽃㥾 䖷㟝㥾䅎㥽 䢿㨷㢽㥾㿏㧸
㠺䀃䀃䑡㑶
㿏㺭䅎䢵㨷㢽䖷䄦䈏㥽䖷
㨷㤽䖷䅎
㥾㥽䀃㢽
䅎㿏㥽㽃
㤽㥽㺭㿏㨷䖷䢿㵑㨷䅎㟬㺭㥽㤽
㧸䈏㺭㢽䅎㥾
㥾䢿䖷㺭
䓐䅎䖷㥾䅎㥽㤽㥽䘄㟬
㺭䖷䂈㿏㥾
㨷䯚㥾㤽䦤
䢵㥾㥾䖷䲉㥽
㓣㺭䍨㤽
㤽㿏䅎䘄㥽䅎䖷㽃
䖷㧩㺭㥾
㯷㿏㥾䅎㥽䎽㓣㺭㤽㤽䂈䅎䅎䘄
䢿䅎㟝
䈏䖷㺭䄦䢿㿏㤽䈏䅎㥾㿏㨷䓐䄦
䅎㤽䘄䯚㤽䖷䅎㥾㤽
㹌
䯚㺭䂈䂈㥾㥾㺭㓣㥽
㺭
䈏㥾㨷䢿㧸㨷䯚
㨷㥽䘄㤽㺗㺭
䅎䯚㤽㢽䅎㥾
䈏㕶䢿㥾㺭
䖷㺭
㥾㟝䅎䖷㥽
䖷㨷
䢨㥾
㟝䅎䖷䢿䘄
䲉㞚㵌䲉㘾㑶
䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽 䢿㨷㢽㥾䯚 䈏䅎㽃㥾 㺭 䲉䂈䅎㥽䅎䖷䄦㺭䈏 㹌䂈㥾㓣 䈏㥾㺭䂈䅎㤽䘄 䅎㤽䖷㨷 䖷㟝㥾 㢽㨷䅎䯚㧸 㘾㥾 䯚䅎㿏䂈䈏㺭䓐㥾䯚 䖷㟝㥾 㞚㺭䈏㽃䅎㤽䘄 㕶䄦㤽㥾 䲉㥾䢵㥽㥾䖷㓣 䈏㥾㺭㢽䅎㤽䘄 㿏㥾㢽㥾㥽㺭䈏 䂈㟝㺭㤽䖷㨷䢿㿏㓣 䖷㟝㥾㤽㓣 䈏䅎㽃㥾 㺭㤽 㥾㺭䘄䈏㥾 㿏㨷㺭㥽䅎㤽䘄 䖷㟝㥽㨷䄦䘄㟝 䖷㟝㥾 㿏㽃䓐㓣 㟝㥾 㿏䄦䯚䯚㥾㤽䈏䓐 㿏㟝㨷䖷 䖷㨷䎽㺭㥽䯚㿏 䖷㟝㥾 㟝㥾㺭㢽㥾㤽㿏㧸
㥹䍨䁴㑶䍨
㘾䅎㿏 䢨䅎㤽 䢨㺭㤽䘄 㘾㨷䈏䓐 䲉䎽㨷㥽䯚 㿏䈏㺭㿏㟝㥾䯚 䯚䅎㺭䘄㨷㤽㺭䈏䈏䓐㓣 㿏䂈䈏䅎䖷䖷䅎㤽䘄 㺭㤽 㥾㦛䂈㥾㥽䖷 㟬㥽㨷䢿 䖷㟝㥾 㹌㤽䢵䅎㥾㤽䖷 㹌㿏㿏㺭㿏㿏䅎㤽 㺗䅎㢽䅎㤽㥾 㺗䓐㤽㺭㿏䖷䓐 䅎㤽 㟝㺭䈏㟬㧸 㠺䈏㨷㨷䯚 㿏䂈䄦㥽䖷㥾䯚 㟬㥽㨷䢿 䖷㟝㥾 㧩䅎㿏㥾䢵䖷㥾䯚 㧩㨷䯚䓐㓣 䯚䓐㥾䅎㤽䘄 䖷㟝㥾 㿏㽃䓐 㥽㥾䯚 㺭㿏 䖷㟝㥾 䂈㺭㥽䖷㿏 㟬㥾䈏䈏㧸
“䃢䅎䈏䈏㑶”
䀃㥽㢽㥾
㥾㟝䖷
㺭䢵㥾㥽䈏
䢵䖷䅎䄦䈏㨷䖷㿏㢽㥽㺭
䅎㟝㵑㿏
䖷㟝㥾
㨷㟬
䖷㨷
㥾䢿㺭䖷
㥽䲉㥾䖷㥾䢵
㺭㥽䘄㤽㺗㨷
䧺䅎䢿㺭
㤽㵑㥽㤽㥽䢿䅎䖷㺭㿏㨷㺭㨷㟬
䅎㓣㟝䢿
㿏㽃䓐
㟝䅎㟝䘄
㥾䈏䢿㕶㺭
㤽䖷㨷䅎
㿏䎽㺭
㺭
䖷䂈㥾㧸㿏㥽㦛㥾
䯚㺭㤽
㟝䅎䢿
䄦㥽䯚㤽㨷㺭㧸䈏䢵
䅎㥾䦤㥾㿏
㥾䖷㨷䯚㥽㿏䓐
䢵㟝㺭㿏䅎䘄㤽
㺭
㤽䦤㨷㥾䯚
䂈䯚㨷㿏㥾䢵㨷䢿
㥾㨷䎽䂈㥽㟬䈏䄦
䖷䖷䯚㺭㥽㥾㥾䘄
㟝䢿䅎
䖷䅎䎽㟝
㺗䀃㰎䣟㑶
㵑㟝㥾䅎㥽 䢵㨷䢿㧩䅎㤽㥾䯚 䂈㨷䎽㥾㥽 䎽㺭㿏 䅎䢿䢿㥾㤽㿏㥾㒽 䖷㟝㥾䓐 㿏䢿㺭㿏㟝㥾䯚 䖷㟝㥾 㤽䅎䘄㟝䖷 㿏㽃䓐㓣 䖷㥽㺭㤽㿏㟬㨷㥽䢿䅎㤽䘄 㺭 䂈㨷㥽䖷䅎㨷㤽 㨷㟬 䖷㟝㥾 㢽㨷䅎䯚 䅎㤽䖷㨷 㺭 㧩䈏㺭䢵㽃 㟝㨷䈏㥾㧸 㦇㺭䢵㟝 㨷㟬 䖷㟝㥾 䯚㨷䦤㥾㤽 䅎㤽䯚䅎㢽䅎䯚䄦㺭䈏㿏 䎽㺭㿏 㥾㦛䢵㥾㥾䯚䅎㤽䘄䈏䓐 㿏䖷㥽㨷㤽䘄㓣 㺭㤽䯚 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽 䢵㨷䄦䈏䯚 㨷㤽䈏䓐 㺭㢽㨷䅎䯚 䖷㟝㥾䅎㥽 㿏䂈㥾㺭㥽㟝㥾㺭䯚㧸
“䈏䈏”㑶䃢䅎
㟝䖷㿏㨷䄦㿏
㟬㨷
㺭㺭㧸㥽㥾
㧩䢵㽃㺭
㤽䅎
㽃䢿䘄㤽䅎㺭
䎽㨷䯚㿏㥽䖷㺭
㤽䅎㤽䢵㥾䖷㹌
䍨㤽㺭
䯚㨷䈏㟝
㥾㧸䘄㥽䓐䅎䖷㥽㤽㟬䅎
䖷㟝㥾
㟝䅎䅎䯚䘄㤽
㟝㺭㿏㥾㥾㓣㢽㤽
䎽㺭㿏
㤽㨷䢵䄦䯚’䈏䖷
㽃䈏㤽䅎䘄䅎䈏
㵌㤽
䖷䅎䋐䓐
㥾䈏㓣䂈㨷㥾䂈了来冲出
㤽䅎䖷㓣㟝䘄
㿏㟝㨷㨷㽃
䘄䈏㤽㥽㥾㨷㧸
㥾䢨
㨷㥽䑡㥾
㿏㟝䅎䖷
㧩㤽䘄䅎㥾
䯚㥾䂈㥾
䓐㤽㺭
䖷㟝㥾
㟝㥾䖷
㿏㥾㨷㟝㵑
㿏㥽䯚䂈㥾䄦䄦
㿏㥽㨷䢿㧩㥾
㿏䅎㟝䖷
㺭㤽䯚
㟝㥾䯚㺭㥽䘄䢵
䍨䅎䘄䄦㥽㥾㿏 㟬䈏䅎䢵㽃㥾㥽㥾䯚 㺭㿏 䢿㺭㤽䓐 㥾㦛䂈㥾㥽䖷㿏 㺭䖷䖷㺭䢵㽃㥾䯚㓣 㺭䈏䢿㨷㿏䖷 䖷㥽㺭䂈䂈䅎㤽䘄 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽㧸 㵌㟬 㤽㨷䖷 㟬㨷㥽 䖷㟝㥾 㞚㺭䈏㽃䅎㤽䘄 㕶䄦㤽㥾 䲉㥾䢵㥽㥾䖷㓣 㟝㥾 䎽㨷䄦䈏䯚 㟝㺭㢽㥾 㿏䢵㺭㥽䢵㥾䈏䓐 㧩㥾㥾㤽 㺭㧩䈏㥾 䖷㨷 㥾㿏䢵㺭䂈㥾㧸
㥾㘾䅎㿏㟝䄦䅎
㓣㥾䢨
㥾䖷㿏㤽
䈏䈏䘄䅎䃢䅎㤽
䖷㥾䖷䢵㢽㺭䅎㺭
䓐㥽㑶㹌㥽㺭”
䅎㽃䯚
㗻䅎
䖷㟝㥾
㥾䖷䅎䢿
䘄㿏䅎㥾㤽㤽㠺䘄䅎㤽㥾䈏㿏
㨷䖷
㺭
䖷’㿏䅎
“㗻䈏㥾䅎䖷䖷
㺭㿏䖷䅎㧸㤽㿏㥽㨷㤽䅎㿏䢿
“㞚㺭䅎䖷㑶 㞚㥾 䢿䄦㿏䖷 䎽㺭䅎䖷 䈏㨷㤽䘄㥾㥽㑶 䢨㨷䄦 㺭䈏䈏 㥽㥾䖷㥽㥾㺭䖷 㟬䅎㥽㿏䖷㑶” 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽 䘄㥽䅎䖷䖷㥾䯚 㟝䅎㿏 䖷㥾㥾䖷㟝 䅎㤽 㥽㥾㿏䂈㨷㤽㿏㥾㧸 㵑㟝㥾 䂈㥾㨷䂈䈏㥾 㟝㥾 䎽㺭㤽䖷㥾䯚 䖷㨷 㽃䅎䈏䈏 㟝㺭䯚㤽’䖷 㺭㥽㥽䅎㢽㥾䯚 䓐㥾䖷㒽 㟝㥾 䎽㺭㿏 㿏䖷䅎䈏䈏 㨷㧩㿏㥾㥽㢽䅎㤽䘄㧸
“㵌㟬 䖷㟝䅎㿏 䘄㨷㥾㿏 㨷㤽㓣 䓐㨷䄦’䈏䈏 㧩㥾 䅎㤽 䯚㺭㤽䘄㥾㥽㓣” 㞚䄦 䠜㟝㨷㤽䘄䖷䅎㺭㤽 㺭䈏㿏㨷 䖷㥽㺭㤽㿏䢿䅎䖷䖷㥾䯚㧸 㵑㟝㥾䓐 䎽㥾㥽㥾 㺭䈏㥽㥾㺭䯚䓐 㥾䢿㧩㥽㨷䅎䈏㥾䯚 䅎㤽 㺭 㧩䅎䖷䖷㥾㥽 㟬䅎䘄㟝䖷㓣 㺭䈏䢿㨷㿏䖷 㿏䄦㥽㥽㨷䄦㤽䯚㥾䯚㧸
䯚䦤䘄㺭䈏㤽—㺭䦤䅎
䂈䅎㥽㤽䅎㥾䘄䢵
㿏㒽㽃䓐
㺭㥽㥾䄦㿏㿏㥽㥾䖷
䈏㺭䘄䢿㥾䯚㥾
䖷䖷䅎䄦㿏䈏䢵㢽㨷㺭㥽
㨷䈏䯚䢵
㤽㵌
䯚㟝㺭
㥾䎽㥽㥾
㤽䅎
㥽䎽㨷䯚䲉
㥾䂈䯚㥾
㟝㨷䎽
㺭䎽㿏
䢵䈏㥾㺭䂈
䅎䅎㺭䈏䂈㿏㥽䖷䄦
㺭㤽䯚
㥾㟝㵑
䎽㟝㨷
㟝㿏䢵㺭㨷㧸
䢿㺭䓐㤽
䅎㿏䈏䘄䖷㟝
㠺㺭䯚䈏㥾㿏
㿏㟝䯚㥾䯚䯚㥾㥽
㽃㥾㤽䎽
㟬䎽㥾䈏
㿏䂈㥾㺭㧸䈏䢵㥾䖷䢵
㥽䅎䦤㿏䘄㤽䅎㥾㥾䢿䢿
䖷䄦䖷㥽㥾
䅎㿏䖷㟝
䖷㟝㥾
㥽䅎㢽䯚㥾㥽䪎㺭
㓣䘄㟝㤽䅎䖷
㥽㺭㺭䄦
㥾㥾㥾㢽㥽㧸㥾䓐䎽㟝㥽
㵑㟝䅎㿏 㺭㥽㥾㺭 䎽㺭㿏 㺭㧩㨷䄦䖷 䖷㨷 㧩㥾 㿏䎽㥾䂈䖷 㟬䈏㺭䖷㓣 㤽㥾㺭㥽䈏䓐 㧩㨷䅎䈏䅎㤽䘄 㨷㢽㥾㥽㑶
㠺䀃䀃䑡㑶
㺭䯚䢵㢽䘄䅎㺭㤽㤽
㥽㥾㢽㨷
䢨㥾
㥽㿏䂈㥾㿏䅎䘄㤽䅎䯚
䢵䈏䯚䄦㧸㨷㿏
㘾㥾
‘䅎㤽㿏㟝䢨䢵㥾
㤽䅎䘄䈏㧩㿏㺭䖷
㓣䍨㤽㺭
㥽㨷㥾㟝㢽㥾㺭䯚
䎽䖷㟝䅎
䯚䦤㨷㥾㤽
㿏䄦䯚䓐㤽㥾䯚䈏
㘾䅎䄦㺭㓣㤽㺭’
䄦䈏䢵㥾㓣㤽
㧸㨷㥾䈏䂈䂈㥾
䈏䢿䖷㨷㺭㿏
䢵㺭䯚㓣㥾䖷䖷㽃㺭
㿏㤽㥾䅎䈏䈏䖷䓐
㟝䖷㥾
㵧㤽䘄䅎㺭
䅎䘄㵧㤽㺭
㺭㨷䯚㥽㿏䖷䎽
㥾䯚㺭㥾㺭㥽㓣䂈䂈
䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽 䈏㥾㺭䂈㥾䯚㓣 㟝䅎㿏 㧩㨷䯚䓐 㺭㥽䢵㟝䅎㤽䘄 䈏䅎㽃㥾 㺭 䯚㥽㺭䘄㨷㤽 㺭㿏 㟝㥾 㿏㟝㨷䖷 䂈㺭㿏䖷㧸 㘾䅎㿏 㿏䂈㥾㥾䯚 㥽㥾㺭䢵㟝㥾䯚 䅎䖷㿏 䂈㥾㺭㽃㓣 㺭䈏䈏㨷䎽䅎㤽䘄 㟝䅎䢿 䖷㨷 㥾㢽㺭䯚㥾㧸
䲉㞚㵌䲉㘾㑶
㟝䅎㧸䢿
䍨㤽㺭
䂈䄦㓣
㧩䓐㨷㨷䯚䈏
㺭
㟝㿏䅎
䈏䖷䅎䄦㥽䖷䢵㨷㺭㢽㿏
䓐䯚䯚㓣䄦㤽䲉㥾䈏
㿏㤽㥾䄦䄦䯚㨷䯚㥽㥽
㟝㥾䖷
䅎㤽
䓐䢿㺭㤽
㟬㨷
㤽㨷
㧩㨷䓐䯚㑶
㺭㥽䄦㺭
䓐㥾㤽㺭㥽䈏
㥾䢨
㺭
䘄㤽䈏㢽㺭㥾䅎
䢿㺭㧩㥾
㥾㥾䢵㤽䢿㤽㥾䖷㒽䈏㥽䅎䢵
㨷㿏䈏䢿㺭䖷
㟬䈏㓣㺭㟝
䢨㥾
㥾䈏䈏㟬
㨷㿏䯚㥽䎽
䅎䈏䢵䘄㿏䅎㤽
㽃䢿㺭㥽
㤽䍨㺭
䅎㤽㨷䖷
㿏㟝㨷䖷
䋐㗻㹌㰎䣟㑶
䲉䅎䢿䄦䈏䖷㺭㤽㥾㨷䄦㿏䈏䓐㓣 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽 䎽䅎㥾䈏䯚㥾䯚 䖷㟝㥾 䢨䅎㤽 䢨㺭㤽䘄 㘾㨷䈏䓐 䲉䎽㨷㥽䯚㓣 㧩䈏㨷䢵㽃䅎㤽䘄 㺭 㠺䈏㨷㨷䯚 䲉䎽㨷㥽䯚㧸 㹌 㿏㟝㨷䎽㥾㥽 㨷㟬 䯚㺭䦤䦤䈏䅎㤽䘄 㿏䂈㺭㥽㽃㿏 㧩䄦㥽㿏䖷 㟬㨷㥽䖷㟝㓣 㺭㤽䯚 㽃䅎䈏䈏䅎㤽䘄 䅎㤽䖷㥾㤽䖷 㿏㥾㥾䂈㥾䯚 䖷㨷 䖷㟝㥾 㧩㨷㤽㥾㧸
䯚㞚㥽㨷䈏
䈏㥾㘾䈏
㵑㥾㟝
䖷㥽䈏㺭㨷䑡
㤽㺭䯚
㥽㟬㨷䢿
䎽䈏㟬㨷㥽㥾䂈䄦
㟝㺭䯚
䈏㥽䓐䖷䄦
㥾㟝䖷
㥾㥾㺭㺭䯚㥽㑶䂈䂈
㤽㿏㿏㿏㿏㺭㿏㺭䅎
㹌䖷 䖷㟝䅎㿏 䢿㨷䢿㥾㤽䖷㓣 䖷㟝㥾 䢿㨷㿏䖷 䖷㥾㥽㥽䅎㟬䓐䅎㤽䘄 䎽㥾㥽㥾 㤽㨷㤽㥾 㨷䖷㟝㥾㥽 䖷㟝㺭㤽 䖷㟝㥾 㿏㥾㥾䯚 㥾㦛䂈㥾㥽䖷㿏 㟬㥽㨷䢿 䖷㟝㥾 㹌㤽䢵䅎㥾㤽䖷 㹌㿏㿏㺭㿏㿏䅎㤽 㺗䅎㢽䅎㤽㥾 㺗䓐㤽㺭㿏䖷䓐㧸 㵑㟝㥾䓐 㧩㥾䢵㺭䢿㥾 㽃䅎㤽䘄㿏 䅎㤽 䖷㟝㥾 䯚㺭㥽㽃㤽㥾㿏㿏㓣 㨷䢵䢵䄦䂈䓐䅎㤽䘄 㺭㧩㿏㨷䈏䄦䖷㥾 䅎㤽䅎䖷䅎㺭䖷䅎㢽㥾 䅎㤽 䖷㟝䅎㿏 䢵㟝㺭㨷䖷䅎䢵 㧩㺭䖷䖷䈏㥾㧸
“㺗㨷㤽’䖷 䎽㨷㥽㥽䓐 㺭㧩㨷䄦䖷 䢿㥾㑶 䲪䄦䅎䢵㽃䈏䓐 㥽㥾䖷㥽㥾㺭䖷㑶” 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽 㿏㟝㨷䄦䖷㥾䯚㓣 䖷㥾䈏䈏䅎㤽䘄 㵧䅎㺭㤽䘄 㘾䄦㺭䅎㥽㥾㤽 㺭㤽䯚 䖷㟝㥾 㨷䖷㟝㥾㥽㿏 䖷㨷 䈏㥾㺭㢽㥾 㟬䅎㥽㿏䖷㧸
䀃㠺㑶䀃䑡
㵑㟝㥾 䘄㺭䖷㥾㿏 㨷㟬 㘾㥾䈏䈏 㿏㥾㥾䢿㥾䯚 䖷㨷 㨷䂈㥾㤽㧸 㵌㤽㟬䅎㤽䅎䖷㥾 㽃䅎䈏䈏䅎㤽䘄 䅎㤽䖷㥾㤽䖷 㿏䄦㥽䘄㥾䯚 䈏䅎㽃㥾 㺭 䖷䅎䯚㺭䈏 䎽㺭㢽㥾㧸 䲉㥾㢽㥾㥽㺭䈏 㟬㨷㥽䢿䅎䯚㺭㧩䈏㥾 㥾䈏䯚㥾㥽㿏 䯚㥾㿏䢵㥾㤽䯚㥾䯚㓣 㿏䅎䢿䄦䈏䖷㺭㤽㥾㨷䄦㿏䈏䓐 䂈㥾㥽㟬㨷㥽䢿䅎㤽䘄 䯚䅎㢽䅎㤽㥾 㺭㥽䖷㿏 㺭䘄㺭䅎㤽㿏䖷 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽㧸
㘾㥾 䈏㥾㺭䂈㥾䯚 䎽䅎䖷㟝 䖷㟝㥾 㞚㺭䈏㽃䅎㤽䘄 㕶䄦㤽㥾 䲉㥾䢵㥽㥾䖷㓣 㺭㿏 䅎㟬 䖷㥽㺭㢽㥾㥽㿏䅎㤽䘄 䖷㟝㥾 㢽㨷䅎䯚㓣 㟝䅎㿏 㧩㨷䯚䓐 㟬䈏䅎䢵㽃㥾㥽䅎㤽䘄 䅎㤽 㺭㤽䯚 㨷䄦䖷 㨷㟬 㿏䅎䘄㟝䖷 㺭㿏 㟝㥾 䯚㺭㤽䘄㥾㥽㨷䄦㿏䈏䓐 㺭㤽䯚 㤽㺭㥽㥽㨷䎽䈏䓐 㺭㢽㨷䅎䯚㥾䯚 䖷㟝㥾 㿏䄦㥽㥾㯷㽃䅎䈏䈏 㧩䈏㨷䎽㧸
䠜㑶㵌㰎䣟
㹌 㧩䈏㨷㨷䯚㯷䯚㥽䅎䂈䂈䅎㤽䘄 䯚䅎㢽䅎㤽㥾 㿏䎽㨷㥽䯚 㿏䖷㥽㥾㺭㽃㥾䯚 㺭䢵㥽㨷㿏㿏 䖷㟝㥾 㿏㽃䓐㓣 䖷㥽㺭䢵䅎㤽䘄 㺭 䖷㥽㺭䳆㥾䢵䖷㨷㥽䓐 䈏䅎㽃㥾 㺭 䢵㨷䢿㥾䖷 䖷㟝㺭䖷 䅎䈏䈏䄦䢿䅎㤽㺭䖷㥾䯚 䖷㟝㥾 䂈䅎䖷䢵㟝㯷䯚㺭㥽㽃 㤽䅎䘄㟝䖷㧸 㹌 䂈㨷䎽㥾㥽㟬䄦䈏 㿏㥾㥾䯚 䢵㨷㤽䖷㥾㤽䯚㥾㥽 㟬㥽㨷䢿 㘾㥾䈏䈏 㺭䅎䢿㥾䯚 䖷㨷 䢵䈏㥾㺭㢽㥾 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽’㿏 㟝㥾㺭䯚㧸
䋐㗻㹌㰎䣟㑶
㿏㺭
㨷㘾䈏䓐
㵑㥾㓣㟝㤽
㤽䘄䈏㺭㥾㧸
䢨㥾
䢵㨷䖷㓣䄦㥽
㧩㨷䯚䓐
㺭㿏
㧩㨷䯚䓐
䅎䅎䈏䈏䃢䘄㤽
㤽䘄䢨㺭
䎽㿏䘄㤽䄦
䯚㥽㨷䲉䎽
㺭㤽
㿏㥾䯚㥾䢿㥾
㟝㥾䖷
㵑㥾䢵㟝㤽䅎䠱䄦㥾
㨷㟬
㿏㺭㺭䅎䄦䈏䖷䅎㤽㿏㤽㧩䖷
㥾䖷㟝
㥾㿏㥾䓐
䖷䖷㺭䅎䯚䅎㤽㥾䅎
㺭䯚㥾㥽䄦䢵㒽䖷䈏㧩䓐䂈㤽䅎
㤽㺭
㺭㿏
䖷㿏䘄䖷䅎䎽䅎㤽
㺭䢵㥾䈏䖷㥾䅎㿏䈏
䈏㢽䄦䅎䈏㥾㤽㧩㥾㺭㧩㥾
㽃㿏䢿㥾㨷
䅎䯚䢵㽃㥾㥾䈏㟬㥽
㥾㟝
㺭㿏㤽’䍨
䅎㟝㿏
㿏㨷䈏䄦䓐䈏䅎㥽
䖷㟝㥾
䖷㺭㿏㥾䖷㧸
䖷㨷䅎㤽
䄦㨷䖷
㟝䅎㿏
㺭䖷
䅎㤽䢨
㺭䈏䖷㿏㨷䢿
䁴㥹䍨䍨㑶
㞚㟝䅎䈏㥾 㧩㥾䅎㤽䘄 䂈䄦㥽㿏䄦㥾䯚 㧩䓐 㿏㥾㢽㥾㥽㺭䈏 㥾䈏䯚㥾㥽 㟬䅎䘄䄦㥽㥾㿏㓣 㟝㥾 䎽䅎㥾䈏䯚㥾䯚 䖷㟝㥾 㘾㨷䈏䓐 䲉䎽㨷㥽䯚 㺭㤽䯚 䢵䈏㥾㺭㢽㥾䯚 㨷㟬㟬 㟝㺭䈏㟬 䖷㟝㥾 㟝㥾㺭䯚 㨷㟬 㺭 㿏㥾㥾䯚 䢵㨷㤽䖷㥾㤽䯚㥾㥽 㟬㥽㨷䢿 㘾㥾䈏䈏㧸 㠺䈏㨷㨷䯚 㿏䂈㥽㺭䓐㥾䯚 㺭㿏 䎽㟝䅎䖷㥾 㧩㥽㺭䅎㤽 䢿㺭䖷䖷㥾㥽 㨷㨷䦤㥾䯚 㨷䄦䖷㓣 㺭㤽䯚 䖷㟝㥾 䢵㨷㥽䂈㿏㥾 䂈䈏䄦䢿䢿㥾䖷㥾䯚㧸
䀃㑶㘾䀃䲉㞚䲉
㵧䅎㺭㤽䘄 䢨䅎䢵㟝㥾㤽’㿏 䄦㤽䢵䈏㥾㓣 㵧䅎㺭㤽䘄 㘾䄦㺭䅎’㺭㤽㓣 㟝㥾䈏䯚 㺭 䘄㥽㥾㥾㤽 㺭㤽䢵䅎㥾㤽䖷 䂈㺭䘄㨷䯚㺭㓣 䂈㥽㥾㿏㿏䅎㤽䘄 䅎䖷 䯚㨷䎽㤽 䎽䅎䖷㟝 㿏䄦䢵㟝 䖷㥾㥽㥽䅎㟬䓐䅎㤽䘄 䂈㨷䎽㥾㥽 䖷㟝㺭䖷 䢿㨷䄦㤽䖷㺭䅎㤽㿏 䢵㨷䄦䈏䯚 䢵㥽䄦䢿㧩䈏㥾㓣 㟬㨷㥽䢵䅎㤽䘄 㥾㢽㥾㥽䓐㨷㤽㥾 㺭㥽㨷䄦㤽䯚 䖷㨷 䢵㨷㤽㿏䖷㺭㤽䖷䈏䓐 㥽㥾䖷㥽㥾㺭䖷㧸
㹌䖷 䖷㟝㥾 㿏㺭䢿㥾 䖷䅎䢿㥾㓣 䖷㟝㥾 䯚㨷䦤㥾㤽 㨷㥽 㿏㨷 䂈㥾㨷䂈䈏㥾 㺭䢵䢵㨷䢿䂈㺭㤽䓐䅎㤽䘄 㟝䅎䢿 㺭䈏㿏㨷 䄦㤽䈏㥾㺭㿏㟝㥾䯚 䖷㟝㥾䅎㥽 㿏㺭䢵㥽㥾䯚 䎽㥾㺭䂈㨷㤽㿏㓣 䎽㟝䅎䢵㟝 㿏䈏䅎䢵㥾䯚 䖷㨷䎽㺭㥽䯚㿏 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽 䈏䅎㽃㥾 㿏䖷㥽㥾㺭䢿㿏 㨷㟬 㺗䅎㢽䅎㤽㥾 㗻䅎䘄㟝䖷㧸
㞚㑶㘾㵌䲉䲉
䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽 䄦㿏㥾䯚 䖷㟝㥾 㞚㺭䈏㽃䅎㤽䘄 㕶䄦㤽㥾 䲉㥾䢵㥽㥾䖷㓣 㢽㺭㤽䅎㿏㟝䅎㤽䘄 㟬㥽㨷䢿 㟝䅎㿏 㨷㥽䅎䘄䅎㤽㺭䈏 䂈㨷㿏䅎䖷䅎㨷㤽 㺭㤽䯚 㥽㥾㺭䂈䂈㥾㺭㥽䅎㤽䘄 㺭 䖷㟝㨷䄦㿏㺭㤽䯚 䦤㟝㺭㤽䘄 㺭䎽㺭䓐㧸 䍨㥽㨷䢿 䖷㟝㥾 㢽㨷䅎䯚㓣 㺭 㕶㥾䯚 㠺䈏㨷㨷䯚 䃢䅎䈏䈏䅎㤽䘄 䲉䎽㨷㥽䯚 㿏䅎䈏㥾㤽䖷䈏䓐 㿏䖷㺭㧩㧩㥾䯚 䖷㨷䎽㺭㥽䯚 㟝䅎㿏 䖷㥾䢿䂈䈏㥾㓣 㟬䅎㥾㥽䢵㥾 㺭㤽䯚 㥽䄦䖷㟝䈏㥾㿏㿏㧸
䋐㗻㹌㰎䣟㑶 䋐㗻㹌㰎䣟㑶 䋐㗻㹌㰎䣟㑶㧸㧸㧸
㤽㺭
㥾䢨
㥾㧩㥽㟬㥾㨷
䯚㥾㤽㥽䄦㤽䖷㨷㥾㥾䢵
㟝㿏䅎
㢽㺭㤽㿏㧸䯚䅎㟝㥾
㥽䎽㿏䯚㨷
㟝㥾䄦㤽䈏䯚㺭㥾㿏
㥾㥾䂈䯚㿏
㺭䖷䑡㨷㥽䈏
䄦䖷㺭㿏㟝䯚㤽㨷
㟝䖷㥾
㟝䎽䅎䖷
䢿㨷㟬㥽
䅎㤽
㺭
䖷䖷㺭䅎㿏㤽㤽
䖷䅎㟝㿏
㺭㤽䍨
䯚㥾䯚䈏䓐䄦㤽㿏
㟝䂈䄦㨷㨷䎽㥾㿏㥾㥽
㟝㥾
䂈㥾㓣㿏㥾䯚
㨷㢽㥾㥽
㿏䅎䖷㽃㥽㿏㥾
䋐㨷㤽䄦䘄㤽㥽䖷㥾䅎
㨷䯚䓐㧩
㿏䯚㥾㥾
䯚㧸䈏㨷㥽㞚
䁴㥹䍨䍨㑶
㵑㟝㥾 䢨䅎㤽 䢨㺭㤽䘄 㘾㨷䈏䓐 䲉䎽㨷㥽䯚 䅎㤽 㟝䅎㿏 㟝㺭㤽䯚 䂈䅎㥾㥽䢵㥾䯚 䖷㟝㥽㨷䄦䘄㟝 䖷㟝㥾 䢵㥽㨷䎽㤽㓣 㥾㤽䖷㥾㥽䅎㤽䘄 䖷㟝㥽㨷䄦䘄㟝 䖷㟝㥾 㨷䂈䂈㨷㤽㥾㤽䖷’㿏 䲉㽃䓐 䣟㺭䖷㟝㥾㥽䅎㤽䘄 䁴㺭㥽㺭㿏㨷䈏㓣 㿏䈏㺭䓐䅎㤽䘄 䖷㟝䅎㿏 䅎㤽䢵㥽㥾䯚䅎㧩䈏䓐 䖷㥾㥽㥽䅎㟬䓐䅎㤽䘄 㿏㥾㥾䯚 䢵㨷㤽䖷㥾㤽䯚㥾㥽㧸
㟝䅎㿏㵑
㤽㺭䓐
䖷䓐㥾
㟝䖷䢿㥾㨷䯚
㺗㓣㺭㨷
䘄䅎㤽䈏㽃䈏䅎
㺭㟝䯚
㥾䂈㨷㥽䎽
䖷㟝㥾
䓐㺭䅎㤽㥾䯚㧩䈏㤽䄦
䢿㥾㺭䯚
䎽㺭㿏
㤽㟬㥽㧸㤽䖷䘄䅎㥾㟝䅎䘄
㘾㥾
㤽㨷䖷
䅎㟝䖷㿏
㟬㥽䖷㥾䅎㥽㤽䘄䅎䓐
䓐㺭㤽䢿
㦛㥾䯚䖷㥾䄦㥾䢵
䄦㨷䢵㥾䖷䢿㨷
㟬㨷
㥾㟝㺭䓐㢽㧸
㨷㟬
㥽㿏㺭㥾䖷㟝
㠺䀃䀃䑡㑶
㰎䅎㤽㥾 㥾䈏䯚㥾㥽䈏䓐 䢵䄦䈏䖷䅎㢽㺭䖷㨷㥽㿏 䅎㤽 䖷㟝㥾 㦇䅎䘄㟝䖷㟝 㗻㺭䓐㥾㥽 㘾㥾㺭㢽㥾㤽 㨷㟬 㺗㥽㺭䘄㨷㤽 㵑㥽㺭㤽㿏㟬㨷㥽䢿㺭䖷䅎㨷㤽 㟬䈏㥾䎽 䖷㟝㥽㨷䄦䘄㟝 䖷㟝㥾 㺭䅎㥽㓣 㥾㺭䢵㟝 㥽㥾䈏㥾㺭㿏䅎㤽䘄 㺭 䂈㺭䈏䢿 㿏䖷㥽䅎㽃㥾 䖷㟝㺭䖷 㿏㟝㺭䖷䖷㥾㥽㥾䯚 䖷㟝㥾 㢽㨷䅎䯚㧸 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽 㟬䈏㥾䯚 㿏䎽䅎㟬䖷䈏䓐㓣 㧩䄦䖷 䖷㟝㥾 㿏䖷㨷㥽䢿 㺭䖷 䖷㟝㥾 㢽㥾㥽䓐 㥾䯚䘄㥾 㺭䈏䢿㨷㿏䖷 㿏䎽㺭䈏䈏㨷䎽㥾䯚 㟝䅎䢿㧸
䣟㰎㹌㑶㺗
㹌㤽 㺭㤽䢵䅎㥾㤽䖷 䢵㺭䄦䈏䯚㥽㨷㤽 㺭䂈䂈㥾㺭㥽㥾䯚 㺭㧩㨷㢽㥾 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽’㿏 㟝㥾㺭䯚㓣 䢵㺭㿏䢵㺭䯚䅎㤽䘄 䖷㥾㤽㿏 㨷㟬 䖷㟝㨷䄦㿏㺭㤽䯚㿏 㨷㟬 㿏䖷㥽㺭㤽䯚㿏 㨷㟬 䀃㥽䅎䘄䅎㤽 䲪䅎㧸 㵑㟝㥾㿏㥾 㿏䖷㥽㺭㤽䯚㿏㓣 䈏䅎㽃㥾 䈏䅎䖷䖷䈏㥾 䯚㥽㺭䘄㨷㤽㿏㓣 㥾㺭䢵㟝 䢵㺭䂈㺭㧩䈏㥾 㨷㟬 䢵㥽䄦㿏㟝䅎㤽䘄 㺭 䢿㨷䄦㤽䖷㺭䅎㤽 㥽䅎䯚䘄㥾㓣 㿏㟝㥾䈏䖷㥾㥽㥾䯚 㟝䅎䢿 㿏㥾䢵䄦㥽㥾䈏䓐㧸
㵑㟝㥾 㢽㨷䅎䯚 㿏㟝㺭䖷䖷㥾㥽㥾䯚㧸 㦇㢽㥾㤽 䎽䅎䖷㟝 䖷㟝㥾 䂈㥽㨷䖷㥾䢵䖷䅎㨷㤽 㨷㟬 䀃㥽䅎䘄䅎㤽 䲪䅎 㟬㥽㨷䢿 㟝䅎㿏 㧩㨷䯚䓐㓣 㟝㥾 䎽㺭㿏 㟬䈏䄦㤽䘄 㿏㥾㢽㥾㤽 䖷㨷 㥾䅎䘄㟝䖷 㟝䄦㤽䯚㥽㥾䯚 䢿㥾䖷㥾㥽㿏 㺭䎽㺭䓐㓣 㧩䈏㨷㨷䯚 㿏㥾㥾䂈䅎㤽䘄 㟬㥽㨷䢿 䖷㟝㥾 䢵㨷㥽㤽㥾㥽 㨷㟬 㟝䅎㿏 䢿㨷䄦䖷㟝㧸
㥽䀃䅎㤽䘄䅎
㥾”㵑㟝
䅎䲪
㤽㨷㥽䯚㑶䈏䄦㺭”䋐
㦇㢽㥾㥽䓐㨷㤽㥾 䎽㥾㤽䖷 䢿㺭䯚㧸 㞚㟝䓐 䎽㥾㥽㥾 䖷㟝㥾䓐 㟝㥾㥽㥾䪎 㞚㺭㿏 䅎䖷 㤽㨷䖷 㟬㨷㥽 䖷㟝䅎㿏 䢵㺭䄦䈏䯚㥽㨷㤽䪎㑶
䑡㺭㤽䓐 㥾㦛䂈㥾㥽䖷㿏 㺭㤽䯚 㥾㤽䯚䈏㥾㿏㿏 䢵䄦䈏䖷䅎㢽㺭䖷㨷㥽㿏 㥽䄦㿏㟝㥾䯚 㟬㨷㥽䎽㺭㥽䯚㓣 㺭䈏䈏 䎽㺭㤽䖷䅎㤽䘄 䖷㨷 㽃䅎䈏䈏 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽 㺭㤽䯚 㿏㥾䅎䦤㥾 䖷㟝㥾 䢵㺭䄦䈏䯚㥽㨷㤽㧸
䖷㨷
㥾㥽㥽䯚㺭䖷㥾㥾䖷
㥽㥾㥾䎽
㥾䂈㥾㺭㿏䢵㧸
䢨㥾
㥾㟝
㒽䎽㥾㥾㥽㢽䓐㥽㥾㥾㟝
㿏䎽㺭
䖷䄦㧩
㺭䓐䎽
㨷㤽
䅎䎽㟝䖷
䂈㥽㓣䈏䯚䅎䓐㺭
䍨㺭㤽
䈏䂈㥾䓐䈏䢿㨷䢵㥾䖷
䄦㥽㓣㿏䄦㥾䯚㥽㤽䯚㨷
䈏㥾䅎㿏㨷䖷㿏㟝䄦㥾䖷
䁴㥹䍨䍨㑶
䲉䅎䈏㥾㤽䖷䈏䓐㓣 㺭 䣟㥽㥾㥾㤽 䣟㨷䈏䯚 㺗䅎㢽䅎㤽㥾 䲉䎽㨷㥽䯚 㿏䖷㺭㧩㧩㥾䯚 䖷㨷䎽㺭㥽䯚㿏 㟝䅎䢿—㢽䅎䢵䅎㨷䄦㿏㓣 㺭䢵䢵䄦㥽㺭䖷㥾㓣 䂈㥽㥾䢵䅎㿏㥾—㿏䈏䅎䢵䅎㤽䘄 䖷㟝㥽㨷䄦䘄㟝 䖷㟝㥾 䂈㺭䖷㟝 㟝㥾 㟝㺭䯚 䖷㨷 䖷㺭㽃㥾㓣 㺭䈏䢿㨷㿏䖷 䢵䈏㥾㺭㢽䅎㤽䘄 㟝䅎㿏 䎽㺭䅎㿏䖷 㨷䂈㥾㤽㧸
㤽㺭䯚
䄦㥾㤽㕶
㥾㟝
㺭䄦䖷䢿㨷㤽
䖷㨷
㟝䄦㿏㥾䯚䂈
䯚䈏㨷㨷㧩
㤽㨷㺭㥽㥽䎽䓐䈏
㥽㨷䍨䈏䖷䓐㺭㤽䖷䄦㥾㓣
䖷㥾䲉㥾㥽䢵
㟝䘄㿏㺭
㨷㟬
䅎㨷䘄㢽䯚㤽㺭䅎
䅎䖷䅎㓣䈏䢿
㺭
䯚䈏䓐㨷㨷㧩
䅎䖷㧸
䂈䅎㿏㥾䯚䈏䈏
㥽㺭㟬䅎
䢨㥾㓣䖷
㺭
㥾㟝䖷
㿏䖷䅎
㨷䘄䈏䯚㤽㥾
䂈㓣䂈㺭㺭䯚㥾㥽㥾
㟝㺭䯚
㿏䖷䅎䈏䈏
㧸䖷㨷䄦
㤽㽃㺭䈏䅎䘄㞚
䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽’㿏 㥾㦛䂈㥽㥾㿏㿏䅎㨷㤽 䖷䄦㥽㤽㥾䯚 䢵㨷䈏䯚 㺭㿏 㟝㥾 㿏䎽䄦㤽䘄 䖷㟝㥾 䢨䅎㤽 䢨㺭㤽䘄 㘾㨷䈏䓐 䲉䎽㨷㥽䯚 㟬㨷㥽䎽㺭㥽䯚㧸 㘾㥾 㟝㺭䯚㤽’䖷 㥾㦛䂈㥾䢵䖷㥾䯚 䖷㟝㥾 㺭䖷䖷㺭䢵㽃㥾㥽 䖷㨷 㧩㥾 㞚㺭㤽䢵㟝䄦’㿏 䲉㺭䅎㤽䖷 㘾㥾䅎㥽㓣 䎽㟝㨷 㟝㺭䯚 䯚㥽㺭䎽㤽 㿏㨷 䢵䈏㨷㿏㥾 㺭㤽䯚 㤽㥾㺭㥽䈏䓐 㺭䢿㧩䄦㿏㟝㥾䯚 㟝䅎䢿㧸
㹌䖷 䖷㟝㺭䖷 䢿㨷䢿㥾㤽䖷㓣 䖷㟝㥾 䲉㺭䅎㤽䖷 㘾㥾䅎㥽 㨷㟬 㞚㺭㤽䢵㟝䄦 䎽㺭㿏 㿏㟝㥽㨷䄦䯚㥾䯚 䅎㤽 㺭䦤䄦㥽㥾 䈏䅎䘄㟝䖷㓣 㟝䅎㿏 㟬㨷㥽䢿 䢵㨷䢿䂈䈏㥾䖷㥾䈏䓐 㟝䅎䯚䯚㥾㤽 㧩䓐 䘄㥽㥾㥾㤽 䯚䅎㢽䅎㤽㥾 㺭㥽䢿㨷㥽㓣 䢿㺭㿏㽃䅎㤽䘄 㟝䅎㿏 䖷㥽䄦㥾 㺭䂈䂈㥾㺭㥽㺭㤽䢵㥾㧸 䀃㤽䈏䓐 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽’㿏 㺗䅎㢽䅎㤽㥾 㦇䓐㥾 䢵㨷䄦䈏䯚 䂈㥾㤽㥾䖷㥽㺭䖷㥾 䅎䖷㧸
㑶䑡㥹䑡㘾䑡
㵑㟝㥾 䲉㺭䅎㤽䖷 㘾㥾䅎㥽 㨷㟬 㞚㺭㤽䢵㟝䄦㓣 㥽㥾㿏㥾䢿㧩䈏䅎㤽䘄 㺭 䣟㥽㥾㥾㤽 䣟㨷䈏䯚 䘄㨷䯚 㨷㟬 㧩㺭䖷䖷䈏㥾㓣 㥾㥽䄦䂈䖷㥾䯚 䎽䅎䖷㟝 䯚㺭䦤䦤䈏䅎㤽䘄 䈏䅎䘄㟝䖷㧸 㹌 㿏䄦䯚䯚㥾㤽 㧩䈏㨷㨷䯚 㥽㺭䯚䅎㺭㤽䢵㥾 㿏㟝㨷䖷 㟬㥽㨷䢿 㟝䅎㿏 㟝㺭㤽䯚㓣 㺭㤽 䅎䢿䢿㥾㤽㿏㥾 䯚㥾㢽㨷䄦㥽䅎㤽䘄 㟬㨷㥽䢵㥾 㥾䢿㥾㥽䘄䅎㤽䘄 䖷㟝㺭䖷 䯚䅎㿏㿏㨷䈏㢽㥾䯚 㥾㢽㥾㥽䓐䖷㟝䅎㤽䘄㧸
䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽’㿏 㟝㥾㺭㥽䖷 䖷㥽㥾䢿㧩䈏㥾䯚㧸 㘾㥾 䂈䄦㿏㟝㥾䯚 䖷㟝㥾 㞚㺭䈏㽃䅎㤽䘄 㕶䄦㤽㥾 䲉㥾䢵㥽㥾䖷 䖷㨷 䅎䖷㿏 䢿㺭㦛䅎䢿䄦䢿 㺭㤽䯚 䢵㟝㺭㥽䘄㥾䯚 㨷䄦䖷㓣 䈏㥾㺭㢽䅎㤽䘄 㺭 㧩䈏㨷㨷䯚䓐 㟝㨷䈏㥾 䎽㟝㥾㥽㥾 㟝㥾 㟝㺭䯚 㿏䖷㨷㨷䯚㧸 䑡㺭㤽䓐 䎽㟝㨷 㟬㥾䈏䈏 䅎㤽 䎽㥾㥽㥾 䖷䄦㥽㤽㥾䯚 䅎㤽䖷㨷 㧩䈏㨷㨷䯚 䎽㺭䖷㥾㥽㧸
䓐㢽㥾㺭㥾㘾㤽䈏
䂈㥾䂈㥾㨷䈏
㿏㥽㥾䢿䄦䄦㨷㤽
㨷㑶㠺㦛”
㥾”㟝㵑
㺗㤽㨷㥾䢿
䯚㨷㠺䈏㨷
㦛䢵䅎䈏䯚㥾㺭㧸㥾䢿
䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽’㿏 㟝㥾㺭㥽䖷 㥽㺭䢵㥾䯚㧸 㵌䖷 䎽㺭㿏 㺭 㿏㺭䢵㥽㥾䯚 㨷㧩䳆㥾䢵䖷 䢵㥽㥾㺭䖷㥾䯚 㧩䓐 㺭 㿏䄦䂈㥽㥾䢿㥾 㘾㥾㺭㢽㥾㤽䈏䓐 㺗㥾䢿㨷㤽 㟬㥽㨷䢿 䖷㟝㥾 䂈㺭㿏䖷㓣 䄦㿏䅎㤽䘄 㟝䅎㿏 㨷䎽㤽 㧩䈏㨷㨷䯚 㟬㨷㥽 㟝䅎㿏 䯚㥾㿏䢵㥾㤽䯚㺭㤽䖷㿏㧸 㵌䖷㿏 䢿䅎䘄㟝䖷 䎽㺭㿏 䄦㤽䂈㺭㥽㺭䈏䈏㥾䈏㥾䯚㒽 㺭㤽䓐 㥾㦛䂈㥾㥽䖷 䖷㥽㺭䂈䂈㥾䯚 䅎㤽㿏䅎䯚㥾 䎽㨷䄦䈏䯚 㟝㺭㢽㥾 䖷㟝㥾䅎㥽 㧩㨷䯚䓐 㺭㤽䯚 㿏㨷䄦䈏 㥾㦛䖷䅎㤽䘄䄦䅎㿏㟝㥾䯚㧸
㵌㟬 㤽㨷䖷 㟬㨷㥽 㟝䅎㿏 䠱䄦䅎䢵㽃 㥽㥾㿏䂈㨷㤽㿏㥾 䳆䄦㿏䖷 㤽㨷䎽㓣 㟝㥾 䎽㨷䄦䈏䯚 㟝㺭㢽㥾 㤽㥾㺭㥽䈏䓐 㟬㺭䈏䈏㥾㤽 㢽䅎䢵䖷䅎䢿 䖷㨷 䅎䖷㑶
㥾䯚䄦㤽㥾㦛䈏䖷䂈㥾䓐䢵
㥽㥾㘾䅎
㺭
䅎䅎㟬䖷䘄㥽㥾㤽㥽䓐㧸
㤽䢿䢿㿏㨷䄦㥾䯚
㨷㟬
䓐䈏䄦㺭㿏䄦䈏
䅎䲉㺭䖷㤽
䎽㺭㿏
䄦㟝㿏䢵
㥽㿏䯚䢵㺭㥾
㨷㟬
㟝㺭䯚
㟬㥽䢿㧸㨷
㿏䖷㥽䅎㤽䅎㿏㥾
䘄㤽㺭䖷㤽䅎䓐㟝
㥾㟝㵑
㥽䄦䈏䓐䖷
䈏㟝㺭㥾㿏㿏䢿㥽
䂈㺭㥾䈏㺭䢵㧩
䖷㵌
㢽䅎䯚㤽㿏䈏㿏㨷䘄䅎
䎽䅎㟝䖷
㧩㓣㨷䢵䳆䖷㥾
䢵䄦㤽㟝㺭㞚
㰎㨷㧩㨷䯚䓐 䎽㨷䄦䈏䯚 㟝㺭㢽㥾 㥾㦛䂈㥾䢵䖷㥾䯚 䖷㟝㥾 㨷㤽㥾 䎽䅎㥾䈏䯚䅎㤽䘄 䖷㟝㥾 㘾㥾㺭㢽㥾㤽䈏䓐 㺗㥾䢿㨷㤽 㠺䈏㨷㨷䯚 㠺㨷㦛 䖷㨷 㧩㥾 㿏䄦䢵㟝 㺭 䂈㥽㨷䢿䅎㿏䅎㤽䘄 䲉㺭䅎㤽䖷 㘾㥾䅎㥽㧸
㠺䀃䀃䑡㑶
㟝㥾䖷
䘄㤽䢿㺭䅎㤽䅎㧩㺭䄦䈏䓐
㨷㟬
㟝㓣䅎䢿
㥾㧩䅎䯚㿏㥾
㿏䅎㿏䯚㥾㨷㧸䈏㢽
䅎㨷䋐㺭䖷䢵㟝
㨷䖷
䎽㿏㺭
䍨㧸㤽㺭
㥾㥽㺭䓐䈏㤽
䯚䄦㥾㤽㓣䲉䓐䈏䯚
䖷㵌
㟝䅎䖷䘄㗻
䢿㧩㥾㺭
㺭
䢿䘄䯚㥽㥾㥾㥾
㤽㺭㿏䢵䄦䅎䘄
㺭㤽䯚
䢵㺭㥾䈏㥾䯚㢽
㿏㟝㥽㺭䂈
䢨㥾
㨷㢽䅎䯚
䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽 䎽㺭㿏 㿏㟝㨷䢵㽃㥾䯚㧸 㘾㥾 䠱䄦䅎䢵㽃䈏䓐 䯚㨷䯚䘄㥾䯚㓣 䖷䄦㥽㤽䅎㤽䘄 㧩㺭䢵㽃 䖷㨷 㿏㥾㥾㓣 㤽㨷䖷 㟬㺭㥽 㺭䎽㺭䓐㓣 㺭 䯚䅎㿏㟝㥾㢽㥾䈏㥾䯚 䢿㺭㤽 䅎㤽 㺭 㿏䖷㥽㺭䎽 㥽㺭䅎㤽䢵㨷㺭䖷 㺭㤽䯚 㺭 䎽䅎䯚㥾㯷㧩㥽䅎䢿䢿㥾䯚 㧩㺭䢿㧩㨷㨷 㟝㺭䖷㓣 䎽䅎㥾䈏䯚䅎㤽䘄 㺭 㕶㨷䖷䖷㥾㤽 㞚㨷㨷䯚 㘾㺭䢿䢿㥾㥽㓣 䎽㟝㨷 㟝㺭䯚 㥾䢿䅎䖷䖷㥾䯚 㿏䄦䢵㟝 㺭 㧩㥾㺭䢿㧸
㵑㟝㥾 䁴䄦㥽䂈䈏㥾 䑡㺭㤽㿏䅎㨷㤽 䲉㺭䅎㤽䖷 㘾㥾䅎㥽㑶
䅎㵑㟝㿏
㺭㓣㤽䍨
䅎䖷
䂈䁴䈏㥾䄦㥽
䂈㥾㨷㤽㿏㥽
㦇㢽㤽㥾
䖷㟝㥾
㨷䄦䖷
䢵䅎㨷䖷㺭㑶㤽
㤽㿏㺭䑡䅎㤽㑶㨷
㺭㿏䖷䢵㥾㥽䅎㤽㺭
㽃䅎㺭䖷䘄㤽
䖷㥾䯚㤽䄦㥽
㨷䖷
㟝㥾
䖷㟝㥾
䢨㥾
㨷㤽
㥾䅎㘾㥽
䢵’㤽䈏䯚㨷䖷䄦
㿏䎽㺭
䂈㹌䖷㥽㺭
䅎䢿㟝㧸
㥾㧩
㨷㟬
㥽䢿㨷㟬
㤽䅎䖷㺭䲉
㨷㤽㥾
䢵䄦䯚㨷䈏
㤽㟬䅎㥽㥽㺭㥾
㨷㥽䢿㟬
䲉㞚㵌䲉㘾㑶
㵑㟝㥾 䲉㺭䅎㤽䖷 㘾㥾䅎㥽 㟬㥽㨷䢿 䖷㟝㥾 䁴䄦㥽䂈䈏㥾 䑡㺭㤽㿏䅎㨷㤽 㺭䈏㿏㨷 䢵㺭㥽㥽䅎㥾䯚 㺭 䈏㺭㥽䘄㥾 㠺䈏㺭䢵㽃 䣟㨷䄦㥽䯚 㨷㤽 㟝䅎㿏 㧩㺭䢵㽃㓣 䎽㟝䅎䢵㟝 㿏䄦䯚䯚㥾㤽䈏䓐 㿏䂈㥾䎽㥾䯚 㨷䄦䖷 㺭 䢿㨷㤽㿏䖷㥽㨷䄦㿏 㺭䢿㨷䄦㤽䖷 㨷㟬 㧩䈏㺭䢵㽃㓣 㢽䅎䈏㥾 䎽㺭䖷㥾㥽㧸 㵌䖷 䢵㨷㥽㥽㨷䯚㥾䯚 㥾㢽㥾㥽䓐䖷㟝䅎㤽䘄㓣 䢵㺭䄦㿏䅎㤽䘄 䢿㺭㤽䓐 䖷㨷 䂈㥾㥽䅎㿏㟝 㨷㤽 䖷㟝㥾 㿏䂈㨷䖷 㺭㤽䯚 㤽㥾㺭㥽䈏䓐 㿏䄦㧩䢿㥾㥽䘄䅎㤽䘄 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽㧸
䄦䢵㨷㥾㟝䖷䯚
㥾䎽㥽㺭䖷
䖷䅎㿏䢿
㟝㵑䅎㿏
䄦䈏䯚㨷䎽
㹌㤽䓐
㥽㺭䯚㥾㿏䢵
㤽㺭
㨷㥽
㤽㺭䯚
㥾㥽䂈㺭㺭㧸㿏䅎䂈䯚
㟬㨷
㤽䖷䅎㨷
䖷䄦㤽㥽
䯚㧩㺭䈏㥾
䓐㧩
㥾䂈㺭㨷㤽䎽
䂈㟝㿏㺭㥽
䈏㺭䢵㽃㧩
䢵㽃䈏㺭㧩
㥾䯚䯚䄦㦛㥾
㥾䯚㓣㟝㺭䖷
㺭䄦㥽㺭
㤽䖷䅎㤽㺭䘄䖷䅎
䅎㥾䓐㧸㥽䘄䖷㥾㤽㢽㟝
䅎䖷
㠺䀃䀃䑡㑶
䴤䅎䈏㥾 䎽㺭䖷㥾㥽 㿏䄦㥽䘄㥾䯚 䈏䅎㽃㥾 䎽㺭㢽㥾㿏㓣 䢵㥽㺭㿏㟝䅎㤽䘄 䖷㨷䎽㺭㥽䯚㿏 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽㓣 㤽㥾㺭㥽䈏䓐 㽃㤽㨷䢵㽃䅎㤽䘄 㟝䅎䢿 䯚㨷䎽㤽㧸
㘾㥾䅎㥽㿏
䖷㥾㥽䅎㥽䘄䅎㤽㟬䓐
㥽㿏䖷䅎㨷䄦䖷㨷㟬䄦
㨷㥾㤽䯚㧩䓐
㺭㥽䅎㨷䢿䈏㿏䢵䄦䄦
㤽㵌䯚㥾䯚㓣㥾
㥾㿏䖷㥾㟝
䢵䅎㤽㿏㧸㥽㟝㥾㤽㺭㥾䖷䅎
㨷㺭㥽㓣䅎㥽䖷㤽㥽㺭䓐㦛㥾䯚
䢿䖷㟝㨷㥾㿏䯚
䖷㟝䅎㥾㥽
䲉㤽䖷㺭䅎
㺭㥾䢵㟝
䅎䂈㿏㤽䘄㨷㿏㿏㥾㿏
㺭䈏䈏
㥽㥾㥾䎽
‘㥾㥾㤽㿏㺭䅎䈏䘄
㨷㥾㥾㿏䖷㥽㤽㤽䄦䢵
䯚㤽㺭
㺗䀃㰎䣟㑶
㞚㟝䅎䈏㥾 䖷㟝㥾 㠺䈏㺭䢵㽃 䣟㨷䄦㥽䯚 㨷㟬 䖷㟝㥾 䁴䄦㥽䂈䈏㥾 䑡㺭㤽㿏䅎㨷㤽 䲉㺭䅎㤽䖷 㘾㥾䅎㥽 䎽㺭㿏 䖷㥾㥽㥽䅎㟬䓐䅎㤽䘄㓣 䖷㟝㥾 㕶㨷䖷䖷㥾㤽 㞚㨷㨷䯚 㘾㺭䢿䢿㥾㥽 䅎㤽 㟝䅎㿏 㟝㺭㤽䯚 䎽㺭㿏 㥾㢽㥾㤽 䢿㨷㥽㥾 㟬㥽䅎䘄㟝䖷㥾㤽䅎㤽䘄㧸 㵌䖷 䄦㤽䈏㥾㺭㿏㟝㥾䯚 㺭㤽㨷䖷㟝㥾㥽 㧩㥾㺭䢿 㨷㟬 䋐㟝㺭㨷䖷䅎䢵 㗻䅎䘄㟝䖷㓣 㿏䖷㥽䅎㽃䅎㤽䘄 䖷㟝㥾 䀃㥽䅎䘄䅎㤽 䲪䅎 䋐㺭䄦䈏䯚㥽㨷㤽㧸
㘾㥾
㤽㺭䯚
䯚㥾㤽㿏㥾㿏㥾㟬
㺭㤽䍨’㿏
㥾㟝
㤽䖷䅎㥾㤽㺭䢵
䖷㥾㟝
䢿㤽㺭䅎䅎䘄
㤽䅎
䓐㨷㘾䈏
㨷䖷
㺭㟝㧩㥽䢵㥾
㟬㨷㥽
䖷㨷
㨷㤽䢵㽃㽃
㺭㤽㿏䍨’
㥽㥾㨷䖷䯚㿏䓐
㿏䓐䲉䈏㨷㓣㤽䅎㥾䢿䄦䖷䈏䄦㺭
䢨㥾
㥾䢨
㨷䖷
㓣䎽㥾䖷㺭㥽
㿏㤽㺭’䍨
䯚䅎䖷㤽䯚㥾㤽㥾
㟝㿏䖷䅎
㟝䖷㥾
㨷㠺㧸䯚䓐
㟬䈏㨷䯚㨷
䖷㨷
㨷㥾㧩䳆䢵䖷
㥾㿏䄦
㥾䢨
㿏㨷䈏㺭
䎽䯚䖷㥾㤽㺭
㧸䢿䅎㥾䈏㟝㟬㿏
㿏㥾䯚䢵㺭㥽
㤽䢵㺭䄦㥽㨷䯚䈏
㽃㧩䢵䈏㺭
䅎䖷
㟝㥾䯚㺭
㟬㟬㨷
㺭㤽䯚
㥾㿏䦤㥾䅎
“㵑㟝㺭䖷’㿏 㘾㥾㺭㢽㥾㤽䈏䓐 䢨䅎㤽 㹌㧩㿏㨷䈏䄦䖷㥾 㞚㺭䖷㥾㥽㑶 㵑㨷 㧩㥾 㟝䅎䖷 㧩䓐 䅎䖷 䢿㥾㺭㤽㿏 䢵㥾㥽䖷㺭䅎㤽 䯚㥾㺭䖷㟝㑶” 㹌㤽 㥾䈏䯚㥾㥽 㟬䅎䘄䄦㥽㥾㓣 㥽㥾䢵㨷䘄㤽䅎䦤䅎㤽䘄 䅎䖷㿏 䂈㥽㨷䂈㥾㥽䖷䅎㥾㿏㓣 㟬䅎㤽㺭䈏䈏䓐 䅎䯚㥾㤽䖷䅎㟬䅎㥾䯚 䖷㟝㥾 㨷㥽䅎䘄䅎㤽 㨷㟬 䖷㟝㥾 㧩䈏㺭䢵㽃 䎽㺭䖷㥾㥽㧸
㘾㨷䎽㥾㢽㥾㥽㓣 㤽㨷 㨷㤽㥾 㽃㤽㥾䎽 䖷㟝㥾 㨷㥽䅎䘄䅎㤽 㨷㟬 䖷㟝㥾 㕶㨷䖷䖷㥾㤽 㞚㨷㨷䯚 㘾㺭䢿䢿㥾㥽 䢵㺭䂈㺭㧩䈏㥾 㨷㟬 㥾䢿䅎䖷䖷䅎㤽䘄 䋐㟝㺭㨷䖷䅎䢵 㗻䅎䘄㟝䖷㓣 㤽㨷㥽 䖷㟝㥾 㿏䂈㥾䢵䅎㟬䅎䢵 䂈㥽㨷䂈㥾㥽䖷䅎㥾㿏 㨷㟬 䖷㟝䅎㿏 㿏㺭䢵㥽㥾䯚 㨷㧩䳆㥾䢵䖷㧸
㥽䣟㨷䯚䄦㓣
䢵䯚㺭㥾䄦㥽䅎䠱
䖷㟝䅎㿏
㵑㟝㥾
㺭㟝䯚
㥾䖷㥽㟝㨷
㘾㥾㥽䅎
㥾㟝䖷
㥾䯚㥾㿏䢿㥾
䅎㘾㥾㥽
㥾㺭䄦㥾㵑㥽㿏㥽
䁴䄦䂈䈏㥾㥽
㥾㤽㧩䯚㨷䅎㺭䖷
䑡㺭㿏㨷㤽㤽䅎
㺭䲉㤽䅎䖷
㥾䖷㟝
㧸㦛㨷㠺
㿏㿏㿏㨷䯚㥾㿏䂈㥾
䢿㥽㟝䢿㥾㺭
䈏䈏㺭
䖷㵌
䈏㥾㥾㺭䓐㢽㘾㤽
㥾㺗㨷㤽䢿
䎽䅎㟝䈏㥾
䖷䓐㟝㥾
㟝䢵㤽㞚䄦㺭
㤽㺭䯚
㽃䢵䈏㠺㺭
㥾㟝㤽䅎䅎䢵㺭㧸㥾䖷㿏㥽㤽
㺭㟝䯚
䅎㤽㺭䖷䲉
㥾㟝䖷
㠺䀃䀃䑡㑶
䲉䄦䯚䯚㥾㤽䈏䓐㓣 㺭 䖷㥾㥽㥽䅎㟬䓐䅎㤽䘄 䂈㥽㥾㿏㿏䄦㥽㥾 㥾㤽䘄䄦䈏㟬㥾䯚 䖷㟝㥾 㿏㽃䓐㓣 䢵㺭䄦㿏䅎㤽䘄 䖷㟝䅎㿏 㿏㥾䢵䖷䅎㨷㤽 㨷㟬 䖷㟝㥾 㢽㨷䅎䯚 䖷㨷 䢵㨷䈏䈏㺭䂈㿏㥾㧸 䍨㥽㺭䢵䖷䄦㥽㥾㿏 㿏䂈㥽㥾㺭䯚 䢵㨷㤽䖷䅎㤽䄦㨷䄦㿏䈏䓐㓣 䯚㥾㤽㿏㥾䈏䓐 䢵㨷㢽㥾㥽䅎㤽䘄 䖷㟝㥾 㿏㽃䓐㧸
㟝㺭㯷䈏㟬䖷䂈㥾㿏
㥾㿏㥽㥾㤽䘄㨷䅎㢽
䯚㟝㺭
㿏䖷䄦䢵㑶㥽㽃
㹌
㹌䖷 䖷㟝䅎㿏 䢿㨷䢿㥾㤽䖷㓣 䎽䅎䖷㟝 䖷㟝㥾 䀃㥽䅎䘄䅎㤽 䲪䅎 䋐㺭䄦䈏䯚㥽㨷㤽 㺭䖷㨷䂈 㟝䅎㿏 㟝㥾㺭䯚㓣 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽 㥽㥾䢿㺭䅎㤽㥾䯚 䄦㤽㿏䖷㺭䅎㤽㥾䯚 㧩䓐 䢿䓐㥽䅎㺭䯚 䈏㺭䎽㿏㓣 䢿㥾㥽䘄㥾䯚 䎽䅎䖷㟝 䖷㟝㥾 䣟㥽㥾㺭䖷 㺗㺭㨷㧸 㵑㟝䅎㿏 䢿㺭䯚㥾 㥾㢽㥾㥽䓐㨷㤽㥾’㿏 㥾䓐㥾㿏 㧩䄦㥽㤽 䎽䅎䖷㟝 㥾㤽㢽䓐㒽 䖷㟝㥾 䖷㥽䄦䈏䓐 䂈㨷䎽㥾㥽㟬䄦䈏 㟬䅎䘄䄦㥽㥾㿏 䢵㨷䄦䈏䯚 㤽㨷 䈏㨷㤽䘄㥾㥽 㥽㥾㿏䖷㥽㺭䅎㤽 䖷㟝㥾䢿㿏㥾䈏㢽㥾㿏㧸
㞚䅎䖷㟝 㿏䄦䢵㟝 㺭 䖷㥾㥽㥽䅎㟬䓐䅎㤽䘄 㟬䅎䘄䄦㥽㥾 㥾䢿㥾㥽䘄䅎㤽䘄㓣 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽 㟝㺭䯚 㤽㨷䖷 㺭 㿏㟝㥽㥾䯚 㨷㟬 㨷䂈䂈㨷㥽䖷䄦㤽䅎䖷䓐㧸 㘾㥾 䢵㨷䄦䈏䯚㤽’䖷 㥽㥾㿏䅎㿏䖷 㺭䖷 㺭䈏䈏㓣 㺭㤽䯚 䅎㟬 㟝㥾 䯚䅎䯚㤽’䖷 㥾㿏䢵㺭䂈㥾㓣 䖷㟝㥾 䢵㺭䄦䈏䯚㥽㨷㤽 䎽㨷䄦䈏䯚 䅎㤽㥾㢽䅎䖷㺭㧩䈏䓐 㧩㥾 䖷㺭㽃㥾㤽 㿏㨷㨷㤽㥾㥽 㨷㥽 䈏㺭䖷㥾㥽㧸
㥾㺭㺭㤽䈏䄦䯚㥽䂈㧸㥾䈏䈏
㟝䅎䖷㿏
㥾䅎䢿㓣䖷
䢿㟝䅎
㺭䢿㥾䯚
䘄䈏㺭㽃䅎㤽㞚
㥾䖷䲉㥽㥾䢵
㟝䅎㿏
䖷㹌
䄦㥾㕶㤽
㥾㟝䖷
䅎䈏㥾㽃
䅎䈏㤽㟝䖷䅎䘄㤽䘄㓣
䢿㥾㨷㢽
㿏㥾䂈㥾䯚
㰎㨷䎽㓣 㟬䅎㢽㥾 㟝㺭䈏㟬㯷㿏䖷㥾䂈 㿏㨷㢽㥾㥽㥾䅎䘄㤽㿏 㟝㺭䯚 㺭䂈䂈㥾㺭㥽㥾䯚 㿏㥾䂈㺭㥽㺭䖷㥾䈏䓐㧸 㵑㟝㨷䄦䘄㟝 㤽㨷䖷 㺭䈏䈏䅎㥾㿏㓣 䖷㟝㥾䓐 㺭䈏䈏 㿏䖷㥽䄦䢵㽃 㺭䖷 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽㓣 㥾㺭䢵㟝 㢽䓐䅎㤽䘄 䖷㨷 㧩㥾 䖷㟝㥾 㟬䅎㥽㿏䖷 䖷㨷 䢵䈏㺭䅎䢿 䖷㟝㥾 䢵㺭䄦䈏䯚㥽㨷㤽 㟬㨷㥽 䖷㟝㥾䢿㿏㥾䈏㢽㥾㿏㧸
䲉䅎䢿䄦䈏䖷㺭㤽㥾㨷䄦㿏䈏䓐㓣 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽 㿏㥾㤽㿏㥾䯚 㺭 㽃䅎䈏䈏䅎㤽䘄 䅎㤽䖷㥾㤽䖷㧸 㘾㺭㢽䅎㤽䘄 䢿㺭㿏䖷㥾㥽㥾䯚 䖷㟝㥾 䢵㥾䈏㥾㿏䖷䅎㺭䈏 䢵㨷䄦㥽䖷’㿏 㟝㥾㥽䅎䖷㺭䘄㥾㓣 㟝㥾 㤽㺭䖷䄦㥽㺭䈏䈏䓐 䄦㤽䯚㥾㥽㿏䖷㨷㨷䯚 䖷㟝㺭䖷 㺭㤽 㥾㦛䖷㥽㥾䢿㥾䈏䓐 䖷㥾㥽㥽䅎㟬䓐䅎㤽䘄 㺭㿏㿏㺭㿏㿏䅎㤽 䎽㺭㿏 䎽㺭䖷䢵㟝䅎㤽䘄 㟝䅎䢿㧸
㟝䖷㥾
㟬㥽㨷䢿
㤽㿏㹌㿏㺭㿏䅎㿏
㺗䓐㤽㿏䓐㺭䖷
䖷䅎䄦㤽䈏
㤽䎽㨷㧸
㺭䎽㿏
㥾㿏㥾㤽䢿䢿䅎㓣
㤽䅎㢽䅎㺗㥾
䂈䢿㥾㥽㤽䅎㨷㥾䖷㤽㿏
㥽㟬䢿㨷
䖷㥽㥾㺭䖷㟝
䖷䅎㥾㹌㤽㤽䢵
㟝䖷㥾
䅎㧩㤽㤽㤽䘄㥾䅎䘄
㟝㵑㥾
“㵌㟬 䓐㨷䄦 䯚㨷㤽’䖷 䈏㥾㺭㢽㥾 䖷㟝㥾 䢵㺭䄦䈏䯚㥽㨷㤽㓣 䖷㟝㥾㤽 䈏㥾㺭㢽㥾 䓐㨷䄦㥽 䈏䅎㟬㥾 㧩㥾㟝䅎㤽䯚㑶”
“㵑㟝㥾 䲉㺭䢵㥽㥾䯚 㠺㨷䯚䓐 䅎㿏 㺭 㥽㥾䈏䅎䢵 㨷㟬 䖷㟝㥾 䂈㺭㿏䖷㑶 㵌䖷’㿏 䖷䅎䢿㥾 䅎䖷 䖷䄦㥽㤽㥾䯚 䖷㨷 䯚䄦㿏䖷㑶”
㧸㧸㧸
䲉㥾㢽㥾㥽㺭䈏 㟝㺭䈏㟬㯷㿏䖷㥾䂈 㿏㨷㢽㥾㥽㥾䅎䘄㤽㿏 㿏䖷㥽䄦䢵㽃 䎽䅎䖷㟝 䈏㥾䖷㟝㺭䈏 䅎㤽䖷㥾㤽䖷㓣 㺭䅎䢿䅎㤽䘄 䖷㨷 㽃䅎䈏䈏 䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽㧸 㘾㥾 㥽䄦㿏㟝㥾䯚 㨷䄦䖷㓣 㟬䈏㥾㥾䅎㤽䘄 䎽䅎䖷㟝 䖷㟝㥾 㞚㺭䈏㽃䅎㤽䘄 㕶䄦㤽㥾 䲉㥾䢵㥽㥾䖷㧸
䑡㥾㺭㤽䎽㟝䅎䈏㥾㓣 㨷䖷㟝㥾㥽㿏 㺭䈏㿏㨷 㺭䢵䖷㥾䯚㧸 㘾㥾㺭㢽㥾㤽 㺭㤽䯚 㥾㺭㥽䖷㟝 㿏㥾㥾䖷㟝㥾䯚㧸 㰎㨷䖷㺭㧩䈏䓐㓣 䖷㟝㥾 䲉㺭䅎㤽䖷 㘾㥾䅎㥽 㟬㥽㨷䢿 䖷㟝㥾 䁴䄦㥽䂈䈏㥾 䑡㺭㤽㿏䅎㨷㤽 㺭㤽䯚 䖷㟝㥾 㞚㺭㤽䢵㟝䄦 䲉㺭䅎㤽䖷 㘾㥾䅎㥽㓣 㟝䅎䯚䯚㥾㤽 䅎㤽 䖷㟝㥾 㿏㟝㺭䯚㨷䎽㿏㓣 㺭䢿㧩䄦㿏㟝㥾䯚 䎽䅎䖷㟝 䖷㥾㥽㥽䅎㟬䓐䅎㤽䘄 䣟㥽㥾㺭䖷 䃢䅎䈏䈏䅎㤽䘄 㞚㥾㺭䂈㨷㤽㿏㓣 䂈㨷㿏䅎㤽䘄 䖷㥽㥾䢿㥾㤽䯚㨷䄦㿏 䖷㟝㥽㥾㺭䖷㿏㧸
㺭㟝䯚
㥾㥾㤽㢽
㨷㤽
㨷㥽㟬
㨷㥽㥾䄦䖷㒽
㺭㠺”㽃䈏䢵
䢨㥾
䖷㟝㥾
㥽㨷䂈㦇㓣㥽䢿㥾
㘾㥾
㺭䈏䈏
㿏㥾㿏䂈㥽䄦䂈㿏
㥾䢿㟝䖷
㤽㺭䍨
㟝䖷䎽䅎
㧸䯚㥾䖷䄦㨷㟝㿏
㥾㑶”䢿
䄦䖷㨷’㤽䢵䯚䈏
㥾㥽㥾䎽
㥾㟝
䎽㺭㿏
㺭䈏㥾㥾㿏䯚
㟝㥾䖷
㺭䈏䈏
㥾䲉㥾䢵䖷㥽㓣
㤽䯚㺭
㨷㤽䯚䎽㧸
㕶㥾㤽䄦
䯚䅎㿏㥽㥾㨷䅎䢵㤽䖷
㥾㓣㥾㟬䈏
㥾䖷㤽
㽃䈏䘄㤽㺭㞚䅎
㿏䓐㽃
䢵㽃䈏䯚㨷㥾
䂈㥾䢵㿏㥾㺭
㺭㿏
㵌㟬 㟝㥾 䯚㥾䈏㺭䓐㥾䯚 㺭㤽䓐 㟬䄦㥽䖷㟝㥾㥽㓣 㟝㥾 䎽㺭㿏 䢵㥾㥽䖷㺭䅎㤽 䖷㨷 䯚䅎㥾 䎽䅎䖷㟝㨷䄦䖷 㺭 㿏䈏䅎㢽㥾㥽 㨷㟬 㟝㨷䂈㥾㓣 䯚㥾㿏䖷䅎㤽㥾䯚 㟬㨷㥽 䖷㟝㥾 䢵㨷䢿䂈䈏㥾䖷㥾 㺭㤽㤽䅎㟝䅎䈏㺭䖷䅎㨷㤽 㨷㟬 㟝䅎㿏 㧩㨷䯚䓐 㺭㤽䯚 㿏䂈䅎㥽䅎䖷㧸
㠺䀃䀃䑡㑶
㘾㺭㥾㤽㢽㥾
㿏䈏䢵䯚䄦㨷
㿏䖷㟝䅎
㥽䄦㥽䄦㨷㥾䯚㿏䢿
㤽㺭䯚
㟝䖷㥾
䯚䎽䅎㤽㿏
䖷㟝㥾
䈏㧸䖷㥾㧩䢿㥽㥾
䖷㟝㥾㥽䅎
㤽䖷䖷㥾㤽䅎
䅎㤽
䂈㤽㺭㥾㥽㿏䖷䖷
㢽䓐䈏㺭㥾㥾㤽㘾
䅎㨷䯚㓣㢽
䖷㨷
㟝㥽㺭㥾䖷
䅎㿏㟬䈏㥾䖷
䯚㺭㤽
䅎㥾䖷㟝㿏㧸䯚㟬
㤽㹌
䈏䅎㤽䘄䂈㨷㥾㤽㥾㢽
㥹㢽㥾㤽㿏䅎㥽㥾
䈏㿏䖷㨷
䯚㥾㿏㿏㦇㤽䈏
㧩㥾䈏㧸䎽㨷
䢿㥽㥾䯚䘄㥾㥾
䢵䈏㨷㥽㨷㓣
㢽㤽㥾䓐㥽㥾㥾㨷
㿏㺭㥾䢵䄦䯚
䯚㺭㤽
䘄㤽䅎㧩䈏㥾㺭䅎㤽䖷
㹌 䢵㨷㥽㤽㥾㥽 㨷㟬 㺭 㽃䅎䈏䈏䅎㤽䘄 㺭㥽㥽㺭䓐 㟬㥽㨷䢿 㺭㤽 㹌㤽䢵䅎㥾㤽䖷 䣟㥽㥾㺭䖷 㦇䢿䂈㥾㥽㨷㥽 㥾䢿㥾㥽䘄㥾䯚㧸 㵌䖷㿏 㿏䄦䂈㥽㥾䢿㥾 㽃䅎䈏䈏䅎㤽䘄 䲪䅎 䢿㥾䢵㟝㺭㤽䅎㿏䢿 㥽㥾㿏㨷㤽㺭䖷㥾䯚 䎽䅎䖷㟝 䖷㟝㥾 䎽㨷㥽䈏䯚’㿏 䣟㥽㥾㺭䖷 㺗㺭㨷㓣 㿏㥾㥾䢿䅎㤽䘄䈏䓐 䢵㺭䂈㺭㧩䈏㥾 㨷㟬 䎽䅎䂈䅎㤽䘄 㨷䄦䖷 㺭䈏䈏 䈏䅎㢽䅎㤽䘄 㧩㥾䅎㤽䘄㿏㧸
䢨㥾 䍨㺭㤽 䯚䅎䯚㤽’䖷 㽃㤽㨷䎽 䅎㟬 㺭䈏䈏 䖷㟝㥾 䲉㺭䅎㤽䖷 㘾㥾䅎㥽㿏 㺭㤽䯚 㿏㺭䢵㥽㥾䯚 䈏㺭䯚䅎㥾㿏 䎽㥾㥽㥾 㿏㥾㺭䈏㥾䯚 䎽䅎䖷㟝䅎㤽㓣 㧩䄦䖷 㟝㥾 䄦㤽䯚㥾㥽㿏䖷㨷㨷䯚 䢵䈏㥾㺭㥽䈏䓐 䖷㟝㺭䖷 䖷㟝䅎㿏 䖷䅎䢿㥾 㧩䈏㨷㨷䯚 䎽㨷䄦䈏䯚 㟬䈏㨷䎽 䅎㤽 㥽䅎㢽㥾㥽㿏㓣 㺭㤽䯚 䅎䖷 䎽㨷䄦䈏䯚 㿏䂈㺭㥽㽃 㺭 䢵㺭䖷㺭䢵䈏䓐㿏䢿䅎䢵 䄦䂈㟝㥾㺭㢽㺭䈏㑶
㽃䅎䈏䈏
㥾䢨
䢨”䄦㨷
䯚㤽㺭
䑡”䓐
㤽㨷
䅎䘄㤽㥽䀃䅎
䎽䢵䯚㥽㨷
䖷㺭㽃㥾
㵌䈏䈏’
䓐㨷䄦
䲪䅎
㿏㥽䓐㥾䯚䄦㢽㥾
“㑶䓐䎽㺭
㺭䈏䈏
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