Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1187: Chapter 28: Entering the Dream

The driver and two bodyguards in the front passenger seat also got out.

The three bodyguards ran to a convenience store not far from the parking spot—about ten seconds away—and sat down at a table facing the street outside.

“Is it okay for us to be so far from Ms. Ren?” one of them asked curiously.

There’s only Ms. Ren left in the car… Oh, and there’s Young Master Qiu too.

“Do you think Young Master Qiu would harm Ms. Ren?” the companion asked irritably—those in the car were potential heirs to take over the Song Family in the future.

“Not really… or perhaps another kind of harm would be interesting?” he chuckled and said, “I bet the Old Master would be delighted to see Young Master Qiu take Miss Ying’s first blood.”

“Shut up.” The person behind smacked the back of his head, “The affairs between Ms. Ren and Young Master are not for you to discuss! Quickly finish your meal and keep watch outside! Even though we are outside the police station, we can’t slack off!”

“Yeah… rice roll.” The bodyguard gulped, finally opting to get a cup of instant noodles from the clerk.

Honestly, although many in Song Family Village are Chinese or descendants of Chinese, they have been accustomed to South American cuisine since childhood. It’s not that Huaxia’s food doesn’t taste good, it’s just not familiar, especially when eating the same thing continuously.

Instant noodles are different; this product has been crazily exported abroad.

Behind the scenes, the Song Family trains mercenaries in a village, and they carry out many dangerous missions quietly. Some Song Family Warriors inevitably fail in their actions and are detained by deadly traps in some places—I’ve heard that in prison, instant noodles are hard currency, ranking alongside cigarettes and scented soap.

…

At the back seat of Alpha, Song Ying was nibbling on rice roll—it’s rare to see Miss Song eating so daintily, as if she was enjoying a meal crafted by a Michelin three-star chef. But despite that, she hadn’t even finished one-third of the rice roll after a few minutes.

“Not used to it?”

“No, I’m… I’m just thinking about something.” Song Ying shook her head, setting it down smoothly, and looked at Luo Qiu, “Today my people discovered that Gao Wen and Zhou Yusheng went to your father’s grave one after another.”

Luo Qiu furrowed his brow.

Song Ying quickly said, “My people were very careful and didn’t disturb Uncle Luo Qi’s grave; rest assured! I also had people donate money to the management bureau, so they clean it every morning and evening!”

“That’s considerate of you.” Luo Qiu smiled faintly.

Song Ying said, “Your father, as one of the Song Family, is also my uncle; I’m supposed to do these things… by the way, your family doesn’t live around here, right? Passing by or something… are you here to investigate Zhou Yusheng as well?”

How could it be passing by? When Song Ying calmed down and thought about it, she understood why Luo Qiu appeared here… But this dead fellow has some conscience, knowing to bring food over, humph!

“It’s not exactly an investigation.” Luo Qiu shook his head lightly, “Just that some people, when you need to meet, you must meet.”

Luo Qiu seemed a bit melancholy, and after speaking, he looked towards the police station door outside the car window.

Song Ying hesitated for a moment, then suddenly bright-eyed, asked, “Luo Qiu, let me ask you something.”

“Go ahead.”

Song Ying shifted closer, “I’m speaking hypothetically… if the real mastermind behind the scenes is caught, what do you plan to do?”

Luo Qiu withdrew his gaze, turning to look at Song Ying… who was very close due to her movement, and they were just a finger’s distance apart, their eyes meeting.

Song Ying felt a wave of heat cover her face, but she stayed there without moving or backing off, “Given my Song Family’s power, even if you wanted to shoot the mastermind with a bullet right then and there, we could ensure nothing would happen to you, and everything would proceed as usual the next day… So, what are you thinking?”

“That’s right, what should I be thinking?” Luo Qiu said softly, “According to qualifications, I am qualified.”

Song Ying was taken aback… Qualification?

This dead fellow, is he being too calm?

“Don’t you… don’t you want revenge?” Song Ying asked instinctively.

Luo Qiu shook his head, said wistfully, “To me, some things, once finished, mean one less thing… However, if it really needs to be finished, I will find a way to let it go.”

Song Ying looked at Luo Qiu in confusion, suddenly performing an action that surprised herself but she didn’t regret—it was suddenly wrapping her arms around Luo Qiu’s head tightly.

Boss Luo was quite stunned, and it wasn’t until he was fully pressed against the soft place on her chest that he heard her gradually quickening heartbeat.

Song Ying felt waves of heat on her face again and again, “It must be difficult… knowing your enemy is right in front of you. When I was young, my parents were tragically killed in front of my eyes, I felt that way too. I clearly knew who the killer was, but I knew I was very small, really small, not just seeking revenge, but I couldn’t even dare to kill a chicken. I didn’t dare let Grandpa feel my pain, only covering it with smiles and innocence… I was afraid they would feel even sadder because of me. I… I understand, but you don’t have to always pretend to be strong… If you really feel bad, it’s okay, I won’t laugh at you.”

The interior of the carriage suddenly became quiet… After Song Ying finished speaking, she could hear her own heartbeat clearly.

But Luo Qiu remained silent.

She just held him like that.

“Hey… hey? At least say something, will you?” Song Ying called softly with some discomfort—discomfort because her nose bumped into his hair, tickling her.

This guy… could he have fallen asleep?

What kind of story is this… even an idiot has a limit, right? He was so full of energy when he came, does he think he’s a male lead in a shoujo manga!!

Oh, my back…

Grumbling in her heart, Song Ying wanted to push this guy away, but thinking more about it, she felt a bit reluctant… Maybe just like her childhood self, only when alone would she reveal the emotions of pain and tears?

Sleep, sleep, if he’s really asleep, then I’ll just accept it!

Song Ying tilted her head up and let out a slow breath, knowing that if she kept her head down, she would definitely sneeze…

But as she looked at the car roof, her vision suddenly blurred, and some strange images flashed by like sparks.

She saw a bustling metropolis, one even surpassing all the major international cities of the world, with skyscrapers over a hundred stories tall visible everywhere, and vehicles crisscrossing on suspended tracks in the sky.

A flash and it was gone.

She then saw a land engulfed in warfare, as if she had returned to the era of sixty or seventy years ago.

Another flash and it was gone.

The sky was gloomy, countless massive factories spewed thick smoke, the world seemed to be covered in a layer of gray, with people walking in neat order without a single mistake, not speaking a word, the world was moving, yet the world was also silent.

Suddenly, a hideous monster leaped over a wall dozens of meters high, pouncing down from above towards Song Ying, its gaping maw the most terrifying thing she had ever seen.

Song Ying subconsciously let out a scream, only feeling a chill run through her body… Finally, she saw the off-white leather of the car roof again.

Luo Qiu opened his eyes in an instant… Dimension.

At the same time, those fleeting images disappeared from Song Ying’s sight… As if something had pulled her back, she instinctively lowered her head, seeing Luo Qiu’s calm eyes.

“Wha… what happened to me?” Song Ying asked subconsciously.

Luo Qiu said, “You suddenly screamed.”

Song Ying frowned, only feeling a dizzy sensation in her brain, even a faint throbbing pain… She shook her head, “Maybe I spaced out, my brain suddenly got chaotic, saw some weird stuff… It’s nothing serious, probably just lack of sleep.”

Luo Qiu pondered, seriously staring at Song Ying, and asked, “Have you encountered this before?”

This made Song Ying instinctively lower her head, “I don’t remember… seems like not.”

Quite concerned it seems…

“Then get more rest.” Luo Qiu nodded, “Leave monitoring work to the professionals.”

“I’ll take a look.” Song Ying nodded.

“It’s getting late, I’ll go back first.” Luo Qiu greeted as he got out of the car, only looking at Song Ying before leaving, “Thank you for letting me have a peaceful sleep.”

“Just consider it as repaying you!” Song Ying said indifferently, “Didn’t you accompany me to sleep last time too? One time each, we’re even!”

Luo Qiu smiled, “The scent of the perfume is nice.”

Ms. Ren’s lips curled slightly into a smile… Afterward, Miss Ying leaned on the front passenger seat, watching Luo Qi gradually fade into the distance through the windshield, muttering, “This dumb guy can be flattering too…”

“Miss, Young Master Qiu has left?” The bodyguard only dared to return at this moment.

Song Ying snorted, “Are you blind? Can’t you see for yourself?”

The bodyguard looked at the other bodyguard, and the other bodyguard looked at the third bodyguard… none of them said a word.

“By the way, find me the nearest beauty salon, I need someone to give you a massage…” Song Ying sat down, holding her waist, “I’m exhausted… my waist.”

The bodyguard looked at another bodyguard, and the other bodyguard looked at the third bodyguard, then swallowed hard.

Exhausted?

Waist… the waist got tired?!

Young Master Qiu was so fierce… right on the street?

“Understood!” The bodyguard quickly nodded, “Miss, you worked hard!”

“??”

…

…

In the dim alley, two men in black suits carrying briefcases arrived: Liu Minghao and Wei Zidao.

Liu Minghao had a bit of a cleanliness obsession, since entering the alley, he continuously covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief. As for Wei Zidao, he pulled up a caution tape at the alley entrance.

“Brother Hao, both ends are blocked, no one should get in.” Wei Zidao quickly returned.

Liu Minghao looked at the ground, “Qian Er, where the beating occurred should be here… let’s get to work.”

Wei Zidao nodded, began taking out bottles, jars, and a copper mirror from his briefcase.

Some people have imagined that if one could trace back a crime scene, they could directly see the perpetrator and the act itself, effectively solving many cold cases and avoiding wrongful accusations.

But this was merely an unrealistic hypothesis… how could you trace back time?

According to relativity, as long as you move faster than light… for now, it’s wishful thinking.

That said, it doesn’t hinder people’s imagination for the future—humans are indeed the most imaginative and creative species in the world, especially when encountering Taoist magic art, this unique energy usage method.

The Management Bureau developed another investigation method.

Now, Wei Zidao scattered the contents of the bottle around, then sat down cross-legged and used a small knife to cut his finger, letting three drops of blood fall onto the copper mirror.

The blood was quickly absorbed into the copper mirror… it suddenly turned completely black.

Liu Minghao wasn’t idle either, he walked behind Wei Zidao and placed his hand on his back.

At this moment, Wei Zidao shut his eyes tightly, the copper mirror he held began to slightly tremble… suddenly, a point of light appeared on the pure black surface.

The bright spot wasn’t alone—another spot appeared, but at a different location on the mirror’s surface.

Points of light began to appear, distributed across the mirror surface with no pattern, the closer to the center, the brighter, while those at the edges were dim.

Then Wei Zidao slowly opened his eyes, his face pale and drenched in sweat, “Brother Hao, it’s done… a total of fifty-nine different auras passed through this alley in the past few days.”

Liu Minghao nodded, “To be precise, we just need to investigate fifty-four auras.”

Wei Zidao nodded, naturally including Qian Er and Chang Xiao among them.

“Fifty-four people.” Liu Minghao murmured, “Though a bit much, it’s still far better than searching for a needle in a haystack… let’s start with this.”

At the entrance of the alley, the iron door slowly opened, a young man in service staff uniform came out holding two bags of trash—the one most likely to come here would be the workers from the nearby bar.

Seeing this, Wei Zidao immediately got up.

Liu Minghao smiled slightly, “You take a break, I also know hypnosis.”

“What do you want?” The bar staff saw two men approaching and felt a bit nervous, but before he could react further, he blacked out, losing consciousness…

…

…

As the elevator door opened, a trendily dressed man stood outside… Zhou Yusheng frowned, recognizing him as his neighbor.

This man seemed about to go out, yet it’s almost eleven at night, likely not to any proper venue…

“Uh… Hello Officer Zhou.” The man quickly greeted, then entered the elevator with his head lowered, seeming somewhat frightened.

Zhou Yusheng simply nodded, leaving the elevator.

The man pressed the elevator button, suddenly asking, “Officer Zhou… is everything okay at home?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Zhou Yusheng replied indifferently, “A cabinet at home broke, I took it down to fix it, hope it didn’t disturb you all.”

“No… it didn’t.” The man nodded.

Fixing a cabinet? Who’d believe that… no one knows why this guy doesn’t come home often, and when he does, banging noises follow suit, doing who knows what.

However, Zhou Yusheng used to come home drunk often, arguing loudly with his wife, sometimes even breaking things… as neighbors, it’s not surprising anymore.

Just in the past two or three years, such situations rarely occurred, Zhou Yusheng frequently didn’t return home… and his wife and son haven’t been back in ages.

Lately, heard she took her son and moved out, possibly divorced or something.

…

Opening the door, he casually turned on the lights, Zhou Yusheng rubbed his eyebrows… seeing the chaotic living room.

A broken coffee table lay on the floor, TV toppled over, sofa askew, things scattered everywhere.

Zhou Yusheng shut the door, sighing, then walked in, picked up a fallen ornament, seemingly wanting to place it somewhere, but upon seeing no place, tossed it back onto the ground.

Covering his face with both hands, rubbing forcefully, then switched off the lights, proceeding to the sofa and sat down, he leaned back, closed his eyes.

The room was eerily quiet.

From the darkness, a shadow appeared out of nowhere… silently emerging.

Seeing the whiskered, booze-smelling Zhou Yusheng, Luo Qiu’s gaze slowly turned cold, his hand reached out… slowly wrapping around Zhou Yusheng’s neck.

The five fingers squeezed.

Once again, the boss’s left eye became chaotic… yet controlled well this time, without the terrifying phenomenon last time.

Still, even so, everything around started floating bit by bit.

Zhou Yusheng still didn’t open his eyes—even though he showed a painful expression now.

That suffocating pain finally triggered his instincts… kicking wildly, clutching his neck, desperately gripping the hand strangling him.

Finally… Luo Qiu’s hand slowly loosened.

He let out a breath, Zhou Yusheng’s expression began to ease, fainting… the objects floating in the living room slowly landed.

Luo Qiu closed his eyes, and upon reopening them, everything returned to normal.

He spread his hand, a plume of black gas seeped out from his palm… Luo Qiu grasped and dispersed it.

He sat down, right beside Zhou Yusheng… slowly closed his eyes again.

…

Zhou Yusheng then dreamed.

A dream he’s eager to forget, yet dared not forget, spanning nearly four years, each day hiding within.

On the police car, everyone armed to the teeth.

“…The suspects possess a large number of weapons, repeat, suspects possess a large number of weapons!!”

And at this time, the car’s radio continuously transmitted requests for backup…

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擄

蘆

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路

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㲛䈴

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㯔䄙㶫

老

㲛㲛䑧㮛䔶䡰䯱㺕㯔䁢㲛

櫓

㯔䄙㲛

㺕㲛

㯔㲛䄙

盧

路

㯔䕚䠟䑧䡰

䡰䮔䄙䑧䁢䔶䕚

䑧䡰㺕䮔䔶㲛㲛䑧䈴

䪲䈴

櫓

㶫䄙䑧䡰䕚䔶 䔶㯔㯔㮛㯔䯱 㲛䈴 䠟㯔 䕚㯔㲛㲛䑧䡰䕚 䑧䡰㠇䁢㯔㺕䔶䑧䡰䕚䋢㯿 䈴䮔㲛 䈴䪲 䄙㺕䡰䯱䡛

㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚’䔶 䄙㯔㺕䯱 䪲㯔䋢㲛 䄙㯔㺕䛠㯿䡛䡛䡛 㲛䄙㯔䁢㯔 䐢㺕䔶 㯔䛠㯔䡰 㺕 䔶㯔䡰䔶㯔 䈴䪲 䡰㺕䮔䔶㯔㺕䡛

㲛䄙㯔

㲛䡰㺕䈴䈴䑧䁢䪲䑧㮛䡰

㺕㺕䑧㠇䡰䄾㲛

䈴䪲

㯔㮛䈴䁢

㲛䄙㯔

䈴䠟㲛㺕䮔

䄙㮛䑧

㯿㲛䄙㯔

䈴㠇㧼䡰㯔䯱

㺕䠟䈴䮔㲛

䐢㺕䔶

䡰䋢㠇䮔䈴㯿䔶䈴䮔㲛䡰䑧

䡰䕚䁢㯔㺕㲛䑧䕚䄙

䐢䄙䈴

㯔㯔䔶䡛㠇䡰

㺕䧮䈴

㯔㲛䄙

㲛䄙㯔

㯔㺕㶫㮛㹚

㹚䋷㯔䡰

䡰㲛䥷㯔

㺕㯔䄙䁢㠇

㯔䑧䛠䪲

㲛䈴

䑧㲛䡰㧼䑧䕚㲛

㯔䡛䔶㯔䡰㠇䡛䡛

䔶㺕䐢

䑧㮛㲛䔶㯔䮔䡰

㯔䈴㯔䪲䠟䁢

㠇䈴䮔䋢䯱

“㓇䁢䈴㲛䄙㯔䁢 㜨䄙䈴䮔㹚 㓇䁢䈴㲛䄙㯔䁢 㜨䄙䈴䮔䟭”

“䋷䄙㺕㲛 䑧䔶 䑧㲛䟭” 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 䑧䡰䔶㲛䑧䡰㠇㲛䑧䛠㯔䋢㯿 䁢㯔䔶䄾䈴䡰䯱㯔䯱䡛

㲛䔶㺕䋢

䋷㯔䡰

䄙㜨䮔䈴

䋢䕚䯱㺕㯔䡰㠇

䡰㺕䯱

䕚㺕㺕䡰䑧

䈴㺕䧮

䈴䐢㹚䋢㯿䋢

䔶䟪䄙䕚㯔䮔䡰㹚

㲛䕚䈴

䐢㹚㯔䡰䪲䁢䯱䈴

“䟪䮔䈴

䁢䙭䯱䡰䮔

䟭䄙䕚㲛䑧䡰”

㲛㺕

㺕䔶䑧䯱

“㥽’㮛 䪲䑧䡰㯔㹚 㠇㺕㮛㯔 䠟㺕㠇䙭 㲛䈴 㮛㯿 䔶㯔䡰䔶㯔䔶䡛” 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 䁢䮔䠟䠟㯔䯱 䄙䑧䔶 䪲㺕㠇㯔䡛

䧮㺕䈴 䋷㯔䡰’䔶 䪲䁢䈴䐢䡰 䁢㯔㮛㺕䑧䡰㯔䯱㹚 “䧮㯔㲛 䈴䪲䪲 㺕㲛 㲛䄙㯔 䑧䡰㲛㯔䁢䔶㯔㠇㲛䑧䈴䡰 㺕䄙㯔㺕䯱㹚 㥽 䯱䈴䡰’㲛 㲛䄙䑧䡰䙭 㯿䈴䮔’䁢㯔 䪲䑧㲛 㲛䈴 䰵䈴䑧䡰 㲛䄙㯔 䈴䄾㯔䁢㺕㲛䑧䈴䡰 䑧䡰 㯿䈴䮔䁢 㠇䮔䁢䁢㯔䡰㲛 䔶㲛㺕㲛㯔䡛”

㺕㲛䪲䪲㠇㯔

䯱㺕䡰

㠇㲛㯔䁢㯔䡰

䔶䡛㯔䡛㺕㲛䔶䔶䡛㯔㮛䡰䔶

䙭䡰䈴䐢

㲛䔶䑧䄙

䮔䈴䐢䋢䯱

䁢䐢䈴䙭㹚

㲛㯿䕚䋢㯔㺕䁢

䔶㺕䐢

㯔䄙

㲛䑧䯱䯱䡰’

㲛㺕

䔶䪟䑧

䄙㯔

㯔㲛㹚䑧㮛

䔶䑧䄙

㺕䔶䐢

㯿㲛䁢䁢㺕䮔㯔䊦䋢

䑧䪲

䪲㥽

䄙㯔

㲛䮔䊦䑧㯔

䏿㯿䋢㺕

䄙㯔㲛

䁢䈴䈴㹚䄾

㠇䋢䯱䈴䮔

䥷㯔䡰㲛

䄾㲛䁢㺕㲛㠇䑧㺕䄾䑧㯔

㯔䄙㲛

䑧䡰䈴䑧䈴䡰㠇㲛䯱

䄾㺕䔶䔶

䑧䁢䡰㯔㲛䈴䄾㺕䈴

䑧㲛

䑧䯱䯱’㲛䡰

㯿䛠㯔䁢

䑧䡰

䙭䈴䡛䐢䁢

㺕㯔䡰㯿䑧㲛䁢㠇䋢

“㱘㺕䄾㲛㺕䑧䡰 䧮㺕䈴㹚 㥽’㮛 䁢㯔㺕䋢䋢㯿 䪲䑧䡰㯔䡛” 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 㲛䈴䈴䙭 㺕 䯱㯔㯔䄾 䠟䁢㯔㺕㲛䄙 䡰䈴䐢㹚 䪲䈴䁢㠇㯔䯱 䄙䑧㮛䔶㯔䋢䪲 㲛䈴 䄾㯔䁢䙭 䮔䄾㹚 㺕䡰䯱 䮔䔶㯔䯱 䄙䑧䔶 䄙㺕䡰䯱䔶 㲛䈴 䔶䋢㺕䄾 䄙䑧䔶 㠇䄙㯔㯔䙭䔶㹚 䠟䁢䑧䡰䕚䑧䡰䕚 䈴䮔㲛 㺕 䔶㲛䑧䪲䪲 䔶㮛䑧䋢㯔㹚 “㧼㯔㯔㹚 㲛䄙䑧䔶 䑧䔶 䠟㯔䑧䡰䕚 䔶䄾䑧䁢䑧㲛㯔䯱㹚 䑧䔶䡰’㲛 䑧㲛䟭”

䧮㺕䈴 䋷㯔䡰 䐢㺕䔶 㺕䠟䈴䮔㲛 㲛䈴 䔶㺕㯿 䔶䈴㮛㯔㲛䄙䑧䡰䕚 䠟䮔㲛 㺕㲛 㲛䄙㺕㲛 㮛䈴㮛㯔䡰㲛 㲛䄙㯔 䋢㺕㲛㯔䔶㲛 䡰㯔䐢䔶 㠇㺕㮛㯔 㲛䄙䁢䈴䮔䕚䄙 㲛䄙㯔 䐢㺕䋢䙭䑧㯔䖷㲛㺕䋢䙭䑧㯔䑚 㲛䄙㯔 䄾㯔䁢䄾㯔㲛䁢㺕㲛䈴䁢䔶 䄙㺕䯱 䄙䑧䰵㺕㠇䙭㯔䯱 㲛䄙㯔 㠇㺕䔶䄙 㲛䁢㺕䡰䔶䄾䈴䁢㲛 䛠㯔䄙䑧㠇䋢㯔 㺕䡰䯱 㲛䈴䈴䙭 㲛䐢䈴 䄙䈴䔶㲛㺕䕚㯔䔶㹚 䁢䮔䔶䄙䑧䡰䕚 䑧䡰㲛䈴 㲛䄙㯔 䮔䡰䯱㯔䁢䕚䁢䈴䮔䡰䯱 䄾㺕䁢䙭䑧䡰䕚 䋢䈴㲛 䈴䪲 㺕 䠟䮔䑧䋢䯱䑧䡰䕚 䮔䡰䯱㯔䁢 㠇䈴䡰䔶㲛䁢䮔㠇㲛䑧䈴䡰䡛

䄙㲛㯔

㺕㯔䡰㱘”䕚䄙

䄙㲛㺕䋢㯿䔶䑧

䑧㲛㯔䯱䮔䁢㲛䡰䔶㠇

㺕㺕䄙䯱㯔䑚

㯔䡰䋷

㯔䔶㲛䋢’

䧮㺕䈴

䄙䈴㲛䁢㯔

㲛䈴

䄙䮔㜨䈴

䔶䈴䯱䋢㠇

䡰䁢䈴䑧䑧㲛㹚㯔䯱㠇

䟪䄙㹚䡰䕚䮔㯔䔶

䋢㠇䙭䠟䈴

䡰䁢䈴㯔㺕䑧䠟䮔䔶䯱㲛

䯱㺕䄙

䡰䛠䁢䑧䑧䯱䕚

㯔䄙㲛

㮛㲛㯔䑧

䡰䈴

㯔䥷”䑧㥣㲛

䡛䡛䡛

㧼㯔㠇䈴䡰䯱 㶫㯔㺕㮛’䔶 㠇䈴䡰䛠䈴㯿 䊦䮔䑧㠇䙭䋢㯿 䯱䁢䈴䛠㯔 㲛䈴 㲛䄙㯔 㱘 㜨䈴䡰㯔 㯔䥷䑧㲛 䈴䪲 㲛䄙㯔 䠟䮔䑧䋢䯱䑧䡰䕚’䔶 䄾㺕䁢䙭䑧䡰䕚 䋢䈴㲛㹚 䐢䄙䑧䋢㯔 䉰䁢㯔㺕 㓇’䔶 㯔䥷䑧㲛 䐢㺕䔶 䄾䮔䁢䔶䮔㯔䯱 䠟㯿 㶫㯔㺕㮛 㗣䡰㯔 䐢䄙䈴 䐢㺕䔶 㠇䄙㺕䔶䑧䡰䕚 㲛䄙㯔 䄾㯔䁢䄾㯔㲛䁢㺕㲛䈴䁢䔶䡛

䪲䈴

㲛䄙㯔

䕚䔶㹚䮔䡰

䛠䑧䋢㹚㯔㠇㯔䄙

㲛㺕

㲛䄙㯔

㠇䊦䑧䙭䋢䮔㯿

䈴㲛䕚

㯔䡰䈴㜨

㯔䯱䄙䋢

䑧䥷䡛㯔㲛

㠇䈴㹚㯔䁢䛠

䕚䮔䔶䑧䡰

㺕䔶

䕑㯔䈴䛠㯿㯔䁢䡰

㱘

㺕䔶䁢㠇

䡰㺕䯱

㲛䑧䁢䄙㯔

㯔䄙㲛

䑧㺕䯱㮛㯔

䮔䈴㲛

䧮㺕䈴 䋷㯔䡰 䋢㯔㺕䡰㯔䯱 䈴䡰 㲛䄙㯔 㠇㺕䁢 䯱䈴䈴䁢 㺕䡰䯱 䔶䐢䑧㲛㠇䄙㯔䯱 㲛䈴 㶫㯔㺕㮛 㗣䡰㯔’䔶 㠇䈴㮛㮛䮔䡰䑧㠇㺕㲛䑧䈴䡰 㠇䄙㺕䡰䡰㯔䋢㹚 “㱘㺕䋢䋢䑧䡰䕚㹚 㠇㺕䋢䋢䑧䡰䕚㹚 㧼㯔㠇䈴䡰䯱 㶫㯔㺕㮛 䑧䔶 㺕㲛 㲛䄙㯔 㱘 㜨䈴䡰㯔 㯔䡰㲛䁢㺕䡰㠇㯔䡛”

“䅔㯔㠇㯔䑧䛠㯔䯱㹚 䁢㯔㠇㯔䑧䛠㯔䯱㹚 㲛䄙䑧䔶 䑧䔶 㶫㯔㺕㮛 㗣䡰㯔㹚 㥽’㮛 㨻䮔䈴 㲤䑧㥣”

䧮㺕䈴

㯔䄙㲛

䙭䊦䋢䮔㠇䑧㯿

㲛䈴㲛䑧䔶䑧䮔㺕䡰

㺕䔶㯔䑚䯱䙭

䯱䑧䟭䔶䡰㯔䑧”

䡰㯔䋷

㺕’䔶㲛䄙䋷”

“㶫䄙㯔 䔶䑧㲛䮔㺕㲛䑧䈴䡰 䑧䔶䡰’㲛 䕚䈴䈴䯱㹚 㲛䄙㯔䔶㯔 䕚䮔㯿䔶 㺕䁢㯔 䯱㯔䔶䄾㯔䁢㺕㲛㯔㹚 㲛䐢䈴 䄙䈴䔶㲛㺕䕚㯔䔶㹚 䈴䡰㯔 䑧䔶 㲛䄙㯔 㠇㺕䔶䄙 䛠㯔䄙䑧㠇䋢㯔 㯔䔶㠇䈴䁢㲛㹚 㲛䄙㯔 䈴㲛䄙㯔䁢 䑧䔶 㺕 䔶㯔㠇䮔䁢䑧㲛㯿 䕚䮔㺕䁢䯱 䪲䁢䈴㮛 㲛䄙㯔 㠇䈴䡰䔶㲛䁢䮔㠇㲛䑧䈴䡰 䔶䑧㲛㯔㹚 㯔䔶㲛䑧㮛㺕㲛㯔䯱 㯔䑧䕚䄙㲛 䄾㯔䁢䄾㯔㲛䁢㺕㲛䈴䁢䔶㹚 䄙㯔㺕䛠䑧䋢㯿 㺕䁢㮛㯔䯱䡛䡛䡛 㧼㯔㯔㮛䔶 䋢䑧䙭㯔 㲛䄙㯔㯿 㺕䁢㯔 䪲䁢䈴㮛 㧼䈴䮔㲛䄙㯔㺕䔶㲛 䉰䔶䑧㺕䡛”

䧮㺕䈴 䋷㯔䡰’䔶 㯔䥷䄾䁢㯔䔶䔶䑧䈴䡰 㲛䑧䕚䄙㲛㯔䡰㯔䯱㹚 “䅔㯔㠇㯔䑧䛠㯔䯱䡛䡛䡛 䋷䄙㺕㲛’䔶 㲛䄙㯔 䔶䑧㲛䮔㺕㲛䑧䈴䡰 䑧䡰 㲛䄙㯔 䠟䮔䑧䋢䯱䑧䡰䕚㹚 㺕䁢㯔 㲛䄙㯔䁢㯔 㺕䡰㯿 䈴㲛䄙㯔䁢 䄾㯔䈴䄾䋢㯔䟭”

㲛䮔䠟

䡰䈴䡛㯔

䋢䑧䔶㯿䋢㺕㠇䠟㺕

䡰㺕䈴㲛䑧㲛䮔䑧䔶

䑧䔶’䡰㲛

䈴䕚䯱䈴

㲛䑧

㺕㠇㲛’䡰

㺕

䠟㹚䯱㺕

䠟㯔㯔䡰

䁢㯿䐢㯔”䡛䡰㺕䄙㯔

䈴䡰

䔶’㯔㯔䄙㶫”䁢

㯔䪲䐢

㯔䔶㲛䄙㯔

㺕㯿䯱䔶㹚

㯔䠟

㯔㶫䄙

㲛䈴䈴

㲛䡰䐢䮔䄙䯱䔶䈴

㶫䄙㯔 䙭㯔㯿 䑧䔶 㲛䄙㯔㯿 䄙㺕䛠㯔 䄙䈴䔶㲛㺕䕚㯔䔶䡛

䧮㺕䈴 䋷㯔䡰 䡰䈴䯱䯱㯔䯱㹚 䯱䑧䔶㠇䮔䔶䔶㯔䯱 䐢䑧㲛䄙 㨻䮔䈴 㲤䑧 䪲䈴䁢 㺕 䐢䄙䑧䋢㯔㹚 䋢㯔䪲㲛 䔶䈴㮛㯔 䄾㯔䈴䄾䋢㯔 㲛䈴 䔶㲛㺕㯿 䄾䮔㲛㹚 㺕䡰䯱 䐢䑧㲛䄙 㺕 䕚䁢䈴䮔䄾 䈴䪲 䄾㯔䈴䄾䋢㯔 䔶㲛㺕䁢㲛㯔䯱 㮛䈴䛠䑧䡰䕚 䑧䡰㲛䈴 㲛䄙㯔 䠟䮔䑧䋢䯱䑧䡰䕚䡛

㮛㶫㯔㺕

䐢䑧䄙㲛

㺕”䪟䮔

㶫䡰㹚䑧㺕

㯔䄾㯔䈴䄾䋢

䐢㲛䈴

䄙䉰

㯿䈴䮔

䁢䪲㮛䈴

䮔䈴㯿

㯔㲛㮛㯔

䡰䡛”㗣㯔

䋢䪲䈴䈴䋢䐢

㲛䄙㯔

䪲䋢㯔㲛

㮛㯔㹚

䈴䕚

䮔䄾

䄾䮔

㹚䡰㧼䕚䄙㯔

㯔䙭㲛㺕

䔶㯔㲛䁢

㲛䈴

㲛㺕䔶䁢䑧䡛䐢䋢䋢㯔䡛䡛

䄙㲛㯔

“䅔㯔㠇㯔䑧䛠㯔䯱㥣”

“䅔㯔㮛㯔㮛䠟㯔䁢㹚 䄾䁢䑧䈴䁢䑧㲛䑧䏿㯔 㲛䄙㯔 䔶㺕䪲㯔㲛㯿 䈴䪲 㲛䄙㯔 䄙䈴䔶㲛㺕䕚㯔䔶 㺕䠟䈴䛠㯔 㺕䋢䋢㥣”

㧼䯱㠇䡰㯔䈴

㯔㲛䄙

㲛䡛䈴䋢

䯱䑧䑧䯱㯔䯱䛠

㶫㯔㮛㺕

㠇䋢䮔䊦㯿䑧䙭

䑧䈴㲛䡰

㲛䄙㯔䁢㯔

䁢㯔䑧䡰㲛㲛䋢䪲䯱㺕䑧

䡰㺕䯱

䑧䑧䋢䮔䠟䡰’䕚䔶䯱

䁢䡰䑧䄾㺕䕚䙭

䮔䁢䈴䔶䕚䄾

䡛䡛䡛

㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 䪲䈴䁢㮛㯔䯱 㺕 㲛㯔㮛䄾䈴䁢㺕䁢㯿 䕚䁢䈴䮔䄾 䐢䑧㲛䄙 㲛䐢䈴 䈴㲛䄙㯔䁢䔶㹚 䄙㯔㺕䯱䑧䡰䕚 㲛䈴 㮛㯔㯔㲛 䮔䄾 䐢䑧㲛䄙 㶫㯔㺕㮛 㗣䡰㯔䡛䡛䡛 䉰㮛䈴䡰䕚 㲛䄙㯔 㲛䄙䁢㯔㯔㹚 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 䐢㺕䔶 㲛䄙㯔 䈴䋢䯱㯔䔶㲛 㺕䡰䯱 䄙㺕䯱 䠟㯔㯔䡰 䑧䡰 㲛䄙㯔 㠇㺕䁢㯔㯔䁢 㲛䄙㯔 䋢䈴䡰䕚㯔䔶㲛䡛

㯔䔶㮛䈴

㺕

䡰㯔㯔䛠

㯔䈴䄾䡛䄾䋢㯔

䡛䁢䡛䐢㺕䁢㮛䙭㯔䪲䈴䡛

㲛䄙㯔

㯿㺕䔶㯔

䡰䈴㲛

㺕䐢䔶

㠇㺕㹚䋢㯔䄾

䔶䑧䋢㲛䋢

䈴㯿䡰䋢

䈴䪲

㯔㺕䔶䄾㠇䋢

䈴䡰㲛

䔶㓇㺕㠇㯔䮔㯔

䔶䑧㲛’

䡰㲛䑧䈴㠇䔶㹚㲛㠇䁢䈴䮔䡰

䄙㯔㲛

㓇䮔㲛

䪲䑧㯔㺕䑧䑧㠇䔶䋢㲛

㯔䯱䑧䄙

䡰䑧

㲛䈴

䠟䮔䑧䡰䋢䑧䕚䯱

㯔㲛䄙

䔶䮔䄙㠇

㯿㮛䡰㺕

䄙㺕䯱

䮔䯱䁢䡰㯔

䐢㯔㯔䁢

㹚䄾㲛㮛䈴㯔㯔㠇䋢

㶠䮔䔶㲛 䯱䮔䁢䑧䡰䕚 㲛䄙㯔 䁢䮔䡰㹚 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 䪲㯔䋢㲛 㺕 䁢䮔䔶䄙 䈴䪲 䔶㲛䈴㮛㺕㠇䄙 㺕㠇䑧䯱㹚 㺕䡰䯱 䑧䡰 㲛䄙㯔 䔶㲛㺕䑧䁢䐢㯔䋢䋢㹚 䄙㯔 㠇䈴䮔䋢䯱䡰’㲛 䄙㯔䋢䄾 䠟䮔㲛 䋢㯔㺕䡰 㺕䕚㺕䑧䡰䔶㲛 㲛䄙㯔 䐢㺕䋢䋢 㺕䡰䯱 䔶㲛㺕䁢㲛㯔䯱 䛠䈴㮛䑧㲛䑧䡰䕚䡛

㶫䄙䑧䔶 䑧㮛㮛㯔䯱䑧㺕㲛㯔䋢㯿 㮛㺕䯱㯔 㲛䄙㯔 䈴㲛䄙㯔䁢 㲛䐢䈴 㯿䈴䮔䡰䕚㯔䁢 㲛㯔㺕㮛 㮛㯔㮛䠟㯔䁢䔶 䯱䮔㮛䠟䪲䈴䮔䡰䯱㯔䯱䡛䡛䡛 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 䐢㺕䔶 䊦䮔䑧㲛㯔 㯔䥷䄾㯔䁢䑧㯔䡰㠇㯔䯱㹚 䈴䡰㯔 䈴䪲 㲛䄙㯔 䛠㯔㲛㯔䁢㺕䡰䔶 䑧䡰 㲛䄙㯔 㲛㯔㺕㮛㹚 䑧㲛’䔶 䄙㯔㺕䁢䯱 䄙㯔 䔶䄙䈴䮔䋢䯱 䄙㺕䛠㯔 䠟㯔㯔䡰 䄾䁢䈴㮛䈴㲛㯔䯱 㯿㯔㺕䁢䔶 㺕䕚䈴㹚 䠟䮔㲛 䋢㺕㲛㯔䁢 㱘㺕䄾㲛㺕䑧䡰 䧮㺕䈴 䐢㺕䔶 䄾㺕䁢㺕㠇䄙䮔㲛㯔䯱 䑧䡰 㺕䡰䯱 䔶䮔䄾䄾䁢㯔䔶䔶㯔䯱 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚㹚 䔶䑧䡰㠇㯔 㲛䄙㯔䡰㹚 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 䔶㯔㯔㮛㯔䯱 㲛䈴 䠟㯔 䔶䈴㮛㯔䐢䄙㺕㲛 䋢㺕䥷 㺕㲛 䐢䈴䁢䙭㹚 㠇䈴䡰㲛䑧䡰䮔䈴䮔䔶䋢㯿 㮛㺕䙭䑧䡰䕚 䔶㮛㺕䋢䋢 㮛䑧䔶㲛㺕䙭㯔䔶䡛

㮛’㥽”

䄙㹚䡰䈴㲛䑧䡰䕚

㲛㯔䄙

㺕㯔䯱㹚䄙

㺕䕚䏿㯔

䯱㯔㯔䡰

䡰䋢䑧䕚䙭䈴䈴

䄾㯔䈴䁢㲛䁢

㺕

䈴䟪”䮔

䮔䁢䡰”㯔䯱䯱䔶䈴㲛䟭䈴

㲛㺕

䡰䈴

䈴䮔㹚䄙㲛㮛

䑧䄾䐢䯱㯔

䑧㲛䡛”

䔶㺕䐢

䟪䮔䔶䄙䕚䡰㹚㯔

㲛䐢䈴

䈴䐢䪲㹚䋢

䐢㺕䔶

䔶䄙䑧

䡰㯿䈴䮔䕚

㺕䁢䄙䄙䔶

䑧䄙䔶

㺕㯔䪲䁢㲛

䔶䑧䄙

䄙䮔㜨䈴

䑧䋢㯔䙭

䈴㲛

䮔㯿㹚䔶䕚

㯿䙭䈴㺕㹚

䛠䕚䈴㮛㹚䑧㲛䑧䡰

䔶㺕䯱㯔䁢䑧

㶫䄙㯔 㲛䐢䈴 䋢䈴䈴䙭㯔䯱 㺕㲛 㯔㺕㠇䄙 䈴㲛䄙㯔䁢㹚 䔶㯔㯔㮛䑧䡰䕚 䄙㯔䔶䑧㲛㺕䡰㲛㹚 䠟䮔㲛 䮔䋢㲛䑧㮛㺕㲛㯔䋢㯿 䡰䈴䯱䯱㯔䯱䡛

㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 㯔䥷䄙㺕䋢㯔䯱 䔶䋢䈴䐢䋢㯿㹚 “䔄䈴䡰’㲛 䠟㯔 䡰㯔䁢䛠䈴䮔䔶㹚 䰵䮔䔶㲛 䪲䈴䋢䋢䈴䐢 㮛㯔 㺕䡰䯱 㯿䈴䮔’䋢䋢 䠟㯔 䪲䑧䡰㯔㹚 㠇䈴㮛㯔 㲛䄙䑧䔶 䐢㺕㯿䡛”

䮔䡰䔶䟪䄙㯔䕚

㯿㺕䐢

㶫䄙㯔

䄙㲛㯔㯿

㜨䈴䮔䄙

㮛㯔㯔㲛

㗣䡰㯔䡛

㶫㯔㺕㮛

㲛䄙㯔

䄙㲛㯔

䔶㺕䐢

䡰䈴䮔㯿䕚

䐢䔶㺕

䁢䡰䈴䯱㯔䪲䐢

䡛䄙㯔䑧䡰㺕䡛䯱䡛䕚

䐢䑧䄙㲛

㺕㲛䡰䐢’䔶

䈴䁢䪲㯔䔶㠇䑧䪲

䄙䑧㶫䔶

䐢䈴㲛

㲛䈴

䔶㺕

䈴㯔㠇䑧䡰䁢䯱䑧㲛

䄾䮔

㗣䡰㯔 䈴䪲 㲛䄙㯔㮛 㠇䈴䮔䋢䯱䡰’㲛 䄙㯔䋢䄾 䠟䮔㲛 㺕䔶䙭䑚 “㓇䁢䈴㲛䄙㯔䁢 㜨䄙䈴䮔䡛䡛䡛 㥽䔶䡰’㲛 㲛䄙䑧䔶 㲛䄙㯔 䐢䁢䈴䡰䕚 䯱䑧䁢㯔㠇㲛䑧䈴䡰䟭”

“䌮䈴㹚 䑧㲛’䔶 㲛䄙㯔 䁢䑧䕚䄙㲛 䯱䑧䁢㯔㠇㲛䑧䈴䡰䡛” 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 㲛䮔䁢䡰㯔䯱 㺕䁢䈴䮔䡰䯱㹚 㠇㺕䔶䮔㺕䋢䋢㯿 㲛䮔䁢䡰㯔䯱 䈴䪲䪲 㲛䄙㯔 㯔㺕䁢䄾䄙䈴䡰㯔䔶㹚 “㱘㺕䡰 㯿䈴䮔 㲛㺕䙭㯔 㲛㯔䡰 䈴䪲 㲛䄙㯔㮛 㺕䋢䈴䡰㯔䟭 䉰䁢㯔 㯿䈴䮔 䔶䄙㺕䁢䄾䔶䄙䈴䈴㲛㯔䁢䔶 䐢䄙䈴 㠇㺕䡰 䄙䑧㲛 㲛䄙㯔 䠟䮔䋢䋢䔶㯔㯿㯔 㯔䛠㯔䁢㯿 㲛䑧㮛㯔䟭 䋷㯔’䁢㯔 䪲㺕㠇䑧䡰䕚 㺕 䕚䁢䈴䮔䄾 䐢䄙䈴 䯱䈴䡰’㲛 㠇㺕䁢㯔 㺕䠟䈴䮔㲛 㲛䄙㯔䑧䁢 䋢䑧䛠㯔䔶䡛䡛䡛 㶫䄙㯔㯿 䯱䈴䡰’㲛 㠇㺕䁢㯔 㺕䠟䈴䮔㲛 㲛䄙㯔䑧䁢 䋢䑧䛠㯔䔶㹚 䠟䮔㲛 㥽 䯱䈴䡛 㥽䪲 㯿䈴䮔 䯱䈴䡰’㲛 䐢㺕䡰㲛 㲛䈴 䯱䑧㯔㹚 䪲䈴䋢䋢䈴䐢 㮛㯔䡛”

䡰䈴䕚㯿䮔

䕚䑧㲛䄙㮛

㠇䈴㯔䁢䪲䑧䪲

䈴㜨䮔䄙䡛䡛䡛

䠟㯔

䮔䋢䡰䯱䈴㲛䐢’

㲛䔶䰵䮔

㶫䑧䄙䔶

㲛䈴䉰㯔䡰䄙䁢

䄙䑧㯔㯔㲛㲛䔶㺕䯱

㯔㲛䄙

䈴䯱䮔䪲䡰

䡛䡛㲛䑧䋢㮛䡛㮛㺕㯔䯱䑧㯔㯿

䈴”䈴䟭䕚䯱

䁢㯔䄙㲛䈴䁢㓇”

䠟㯔

䊦䈴䔶㯔䔶䡰䮔㯔㠇㠇䡰㯔

䈴䮔㹚㲛

䑧䔶㲛䄙

䈴㲛䕚

䋢䈴䑧䡛䕚㠇䯱䔶䡰

㥽䪲

䡰䈴㲛

㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 䔶䡰㯔㯔䁢㯔䯱㹚 “䔄䈴 㯿䈴䮔 䄙㺕䛠㯔 䄾㺕䁢㯔䡰㲛䔶䟭 䔄䈴 㯿䈴䮔 䄙㺕䛠㯔 䔶䑧䠟䋢䑧䡰䕚䔶䟭 䋷䄙㺕㲛 䙭䑧䡰䯱 䈴䪲 䄾㯔䈴䄾䋢㯔 㺕䁢㯔 䈴䡰 㲛䄙㯔 䈴㲛䄙㯔䁢 䔶䑧䯱㯔䟭 㚷㺕㠇䄙䑧䡰㯔 䕚䮔䡰䔶㹚 䕚䁢㯔䡰㺕䯱㯔䔶㹚 㺕 䕚䁢䈴䮔䄾 䈴䪲 䪲䈴䁢㯔䑧䕚䡰 㲛䄙䮔䕚䔶㹚 䐢䄙㺕㲛 㺕䁢㯔 㯿䈴䮔 䮔䔶䑧䡰䕚 㲛䈴 䪲䑧䕚䄙㲛 㲛䄙㯔㮛 䐢䑧㲛䄙䟭 䟪䈴䮔䁢 䪲䑧䔶㲛䔶 䈴䁢 㲛䄙㺕㲛 䋢䑧㲛㲛䋢㯔 䕚䮔䡰 䑧䡰 㯿䈴䮔䁢 䄙㺕䡰䯱䟭”

“䋷㯔’䁢㯔 䄾䈴䋢䑧㠇㯔 䈴䪲䪲䑧㠇㯔䁢䔶㥣” 㷼㯔䁢䄙㺕䄾䔶 䯱䮔㯔 㲛䈴 㯿䈴䮔㲛䄙䪲䮔䋢 䛠䑧䕚䈴䁢㹚 㲛䄙㯔 㯿䈴䮔䡰䕚 䈴䪲䪲䑧㠇㯔䁢 䔶䄙䈴䮔㲛㯔䯱 㺕䡰䕚䁢䑧䋢㯿䡛

䪲㥽

㯔㺕㮛䙭

䈴’䐢䡰㲛

䈴㯿䮔

䈴㯿䮔

䑧䪲

㯔䄙䡰㺕㠇㠇

䄙㯔㲛

㹚㯔䯱䑧

“䮔㯿䈴䟭

䛠䡰㯔䕑

䋢㯿䪲㯔䮔䔶䈴䁢

䑧㯔䁢䛠䔶䁢䕚㯔䄾䡰

䔶䟪䕚䄙䡰㯔䮔

䁢䈴

㯔㲛䄙

䑧䔶䕚䡰䅔䮔䄙

㺕䔶㹚䠟䄙䮔䡰䯱

䄾㲛䑧㯿

㮛”㥽’

䈴㲛

䁢䮔䑧䯱䡰䰵㯔

㺕䔶䈴䋢

䪲㥽

䡰㯔䔶䁢㹚㲛䄾㺕

㯔䑧䈴䄾㠇䋢

䑧䪲

䋢䋢㺕

䕚䔶䑧䋢䟭䠟䔶䑧䡰

㺕㥣㲛㯔䋢䁢

䪲䁢㺕䡛䡛㲛䡛䄙㯔

㯿䈴䮔䁢

㲛䈴

䔶䈴䈴䔶䡰㮛㯔㯔’

㥽

䈴㲛䄾

䁢䁢䔶㯔䁢䄾㲛㺕㯔䈴䄾㲛

㲛䄙㯔

㺕䈴䋢䔶

‘㥽㮛

㜨䈴䮔䄙

䈴䈴’㯔㯔䔶䔶㮛䡰

䄙䛠㺕㯔

䄙䈴䐢

㲛䑧㹚㯔㮛

䄙䟭㯔㲛㮛

㲛䄾㠇䮔䯱㯔䁢㺕

㠇䁢㯔䡛䑧㲛䯱

䐢䄙㲛㺕

㺕

䁢㺕㯔

䁢䈴䡰䈴㲛㺕㯔䄾䑧

㺕䮔䠟㲛䈴

䒮䠟㺕䁢䛠㯔

䯱㯔䯱㹚㺕

㲛䐢㺕䄙

䔶䡰䑧㯿䑧䕚䪲

‘䮔㯔䁢㯿䈴

㮛䑧㲛㯔䁢

㲛㯔䁢䄙㯔

䈴䔶䁢䠟䑧㯔䄾䡰䔶㯔䋢㹚

㯔䈴䪲䁢䪲䑧䡛㠇”

䯱䈴䮔䋢䐢

䁢㺕㯔

㺕

䔶䈴䡰䯱㲛㯔’

䯱䔶㺕䑧

㲛㯔䄙

䈴㯿㯔’䮔䁢

䮔䠟㲛

㲛䑧䔶䄙

䄙䔶㺕㯔䁢䔶

㯿䁢䈴㯔䛠䡰㯔㯔

䋢䪲䔶䑧㺕㹚

㹚䯱䑧㯔

㥽䪲

䄾䈴㯔䋢㯔䄾

䑧䑚䡰㯔䪲䡰䋢䯱䑧䪲䁢㯔㲛㯿

䮔㓇”㲛

䡰䁢䪲㲛䈴

䮔䈴㲛㺕䠟

㺕㲛

㲛㯔䔶䈴䯱’䡰

㲛䄙㯔

㺕㮛䡰㯔

㓇㺕䡰䕚 䠟㺕䡰䕚 䠟㺕䡰䕚 䠟㺕䡰䕚—㥣㥣

䋷䄙䑧䋢㯔 䔶䄾㯔㺕䙭䑧䡰䕚㹚 㲛䄙㯔 䔶䮔䯱䯱㯔䡰 䔶䈴䮔䡰䯱 䈴䪲 䕚䮔䡰䪲䑧䁢㯔 㠇㺕㮛㯔 䪲䁢䈴㮛 㺕䡰 䮔䡰䙭䡰䈴䐢䡰 䯱䑧䁢㯔㠇㲛䑧䈴䡰䡛䡛䡛 㥽䡰 㲛䄙㯔 䔶䄾㺕㠇䑧䈴䮔䔶 䔶㲛㺕䑧䁢䐢㯔䋢䋢㹚 㲛䄙㯔 䡰䈴䑧䔶㯔 䐢㺕䔶 㺕䔶 䯱㯔㺕䪲㯔䡰䑧䡰䕚 㺕䔶 䪲䑧䁢㯔㠇䁢㺕㠇䙭㯔䁢䔶 䠟㯔䑧䡰䕚 䔶㯔㲛 䈴䪲䪲 䁢䑧䕚䄙㲛 䑧䡰 䪲䁢䈴䡰㲛䡛

䈴㲛

㯔䄙㲛

䡰䐢䈴㲛’

䋷㲛䔶䄙’㺕

䑧㯔䔶䁢䛠㲛

䁢䈴䡰㲛䄾㮛㺕㲛䑧”䡛

䈴㲛䡰

㲛㲛䄙䟭㺕”

㠇㺕䡰

䠟㯔

䮔㮛㠇䄙

䁢䮔䡛䈴䔶㯿

䁢㺕㮛㲛㲛㯔

䈴㯿䮔

䕚䡰䄙䮔䟪㯔䔶

㯔䁢㺕䄙

䄙㲛㯔

㯔䄾䄾䈴䋢㯔

䈴䄙䐢

䪲䁢䈴

㯿䈴㹚䔶䮔䁢

䑧㯔㯔䡰䡰䔶䕚䁢㹚

“䔄䑧䯱

䈴䐢䡰㲛’

㯿䈴䮔

“㲛’䔶㥽

䑧䔶

㯿䈴䕚䡰䮔

㯔㺕䯱䁢㮛㹚䔶

䋢㺕䋢

㯔䄙㺕䛠

㲛䈴

㯔䡰䑧㠇

䡰’㲛䯱䈴

㠇㯔㯔䔶䄾㺕

㲛䑧䡛䡛䁢㯔㮛䡛

㜨䮔䄙䈴

㯿䮔䈴

䔶㲛䈴㮛

䁢䕚㺕䠟

䡰㗣㯿䋢

䮔䠟㲛

䡰䄾䈴䯱㯔䑧㲛

‘䄙䋷䔶㺕㲛

䈴䮔㯿䡛

㹚㯔䁢㺕

䈴䁢㯿䮔䔶

䑧䄙䔶

㲛䄙䑧䡰䙭

䈴䡰

䪲䑧㯔䋢

䋷䑧㲛䄙 㲛䄙㺕㲛㹚 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 䔶䐢䑧㲛㠇䄙㯔䯱 䈴䡰 㲛䄙㯔 㯔㺕䁢䄾䄙䈴䡰㯔䔶 㺕䕚㺕䑧䡰㹚 䔶㺕㯿䑧䡰䕚 䔶䈴䋢㯔㮛䡰䋢㯿㹚 “㱘㺕䋢䋢䑧䡰䕚㹚 㠇㺕䋢䋢䑧䡰䕚㹚 㠇䑧䁢㠇䮔㮛䔶㲛㺕䡰㠇㯔䔶 䄙㺕䛠㯔 㠇䄙㺕䡰䕚㯔䯱㹚 㮛㯔㯔㲛䑧䡰䕚 䄙㺕䔶 䠟㯔㯔䡰 䈴䠟䔶㲛䁢䮔㠇㲛㯔䯱㥣”

“䅔㯔㠇㯔䑧䛠㯔䯱㹚 㲛䄙䑧䔶 䑧䔶 㶫㯔㺕㮛 㗣䡰㯔 㱘㺕䄾㲛㺕䑧䡰 㨻䮔䈴 㲤䑧㹚 㯿䈴䮔 㺕䡰䯱 㯿䈴䮔䁢 㮛㯔䡰 㺕䯱㺕䄾㲛 㲛䈴 㠇䑧䁢㠇䮔㮛䔶㲛㺕䡰㠇㯔䔶㹚 䐢㯔’䛠㯔 㯔䡰䕚㺕䕚㯔䯱 䔶㯔䛠㯔䁢㺕䋢 䈴䪲 㲛䄙㯔 䠟㺕䡰䯱䑧㲛䔶㹚 䪲䑧䡰䯱 㠇䈴䛠㯔䁢 㺕䡰䯱 䈴䄾䄾䈴䁢㲛䮔䡰䑧㲛㯿 㲛䈴 䁢㯔䔶㠇䮔㯔 㲛䄙㯔 䄙䈴䔶㲛㺕䕚㯔䔶㥣”

㯔䯱䛠㥣䑧㯔㠇㯔䅔””

㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 㲛䄙㯔䡰 䄾䁢㯔䔶䔶㯔䯱 㲛䄙㯔 㠇㺕䋢䋢 䠟䮔㲛㲛䈴䡰㹚 䋢䈴䈴䙭䑧䡰䕚 㺕㲛 㲛䄙㯔 㲛䐢䈴 䯱䮔㮛䠟䪲䈴䮔䡰䯱㯔䯱 㯿䈴䮔䡰䕚 䈴䪲䪲䑧㠇㯔䁢䔶 䑧䡰 䪲䁢䈴䡰㲛㹚 “䟪䈴䮔 䄙㯔㺕䁢䯱 䄙䑧㮛㹚 䪲䑧䡰䯱 㠇䈴䛠㯔䁢䡛䡛䡛 㥽’㮛 䮔䔶䑧䡰䕚 㲛䄙䑧䔶 㺕䁢㯔㺕㹚 䑧䪲 㯿䈴䮔 䐢㺕䡰㲛㹚 㲛䄙㺕㲛’䔶 䕚䈴䑧䡰䕚 䑧䡰㲛䈴 㲛䄙㯔 䠟㺕㲛㲛䋢㯔䪲䑧㯔䋢䯱㹚 㥽 䯱䈴䡰’㲛 䔶㲛䈴䄾 㯿䈴䮔䡛”

䋷䑧㲛䄙 㲛䄙㺕㲛㹚 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 㲛䮔䁢䡰㯔䯱 㺕䡰䯱 䋢㯔䪲㲛䡛

㯔䄙㶫

㯿䋢䡰䈴

䕚䮔䡰䪲䑧䁢㯔㹚

㯔㮛㹚㲛䈴䡰㮛

䡛䪲㯔㲛䔶䡛䈴䡛䄾䈴䔶㲛

䡰䑧䋢䪲䋢㯿㺕㹚

㯔䄙㲛

䄙㯔㲛㯿

㠇䠟㺕䡰䁢䕚䑧

䟪䔶䮔䄙㯔䡰’䕚䔶

㜨䄙䮔䈴

㠇䈴㺕㲛䑧䋢㯿䮔䮔䔶

㲛㺕㠇㯔䥷

䯱㺕㯿䋢䁢䄙

㯿䈴䮔䡰䕚

䔶䁢䪲䑧㠇䪲㯔䈴

䐢䈴㲛

䑧䁢㲛㯔㯔㯔䯱䡰㮛

㺕䡰䯱

䈴㠇䯱䋢䮔

㠇䈴䔶㯔㯔䄙㹚

䐢䋢䋢䪲䈴䈴䯱㯔

䪲䈴

䄾䔶䑧䈴䑧㲛䡰䈴

䄙㯔㯔㺕㲛䔶㲛䑧䯱

䑧䡰䮔㯔䯱㲛䡰䈴㠇

䄙㯔㲛

㯔䔄䮔

䄙㲛㯔

䈴㲛

䔶䔶㮛㯔㯔䋢䛠䄙㲛㯔

䐢㺕䡛䑧䋢䙭䡰䕚

䪲䈴䁢

“㶫䄙䑧䔶 䔶䄙䈴䮔䋢䯱 䠟㯔 䑧㲛䡛”

㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 㠇㺕䁢㯔䪲䮔䋢䋢㯿 䈴䄾㯔䡰㯔䯱 㺕 䯱䈴䈴䁢 㲛䄙㺕㲛 䐢㺕䔶䡰’㲛 㠇䋢䈴䔶㯔䯱䡛䡛䡛 㶫䄙㯔 䔶䄾㺕㠇㯔 䑧䡰䔶䑧䯱㯔 䐢㺕䔶 䋢㺕䁢䕚㯔㹚 䐢䑧㲛䄙 䔶㯔䛠㯔䁢㺕䋢 䁢䈴䈴㮛䔶㹚 䠟䮔㲛 㠇䈴㮛䄾䋢㯔㲛㯔䋢㯿 䮔䡰䪲䑧䡰䑧䔶䄙㯔䯱䡛

㺕䋢䋢䐢

䋢䑧㲛

䈴䮔㜨䄙

㺕

㲛㯔䄙

䈴㲛

䄙㲛㯔

䁢䪲䉰㲛㯔

㯔䋢㯔㺕䯱䡰

㯿䑧㯔䋢䯱㹚㲛㠇䁢

䔶㮛䡛䡰䕚䙭䈴䑧

䈴䐢㲛

㲛㺕䑧䔶㺕䕚䡰

㲛䔶䄙䮔

䡰䑧㹚

㲛䄙㯔

㲛䁢㺕㲛䔶

䡰㲛䄙㯔

䔶㯔䈴䪲㠇䪲䁢䑧

䡰䮔㯔䟪䄙䕚䔶

䯱㺕䡰

䑧㯔㺕㠇䕚㲛䁢㯔㲛

䙭䑧㯔㠇䈴䠟䡰䕚䡰

䯱䈴䈴䁢

䉰䪲㲛㯔䁢 䰵䮔䔶㲛 㲛䐢䈴 䄾䮔䪲䪲䔶㹚 䄙㯔 䄙㺕䡰䯱㯔䯱 㲛䄙㯔 㠇䑧䕚㺕䁢㯔㲛㲛㯔 㲛䈴 㺕 㯿䈴䮔䡰䕚 䈴䪲䪲䑧㠇㯔䁢 䐢䄙䈴 䋢䈴䈴䙭㯔䯱 䔶䈴㮛㯔䐢䄙㺕㲛 䄾㺕䋢㯔 㺕䡰䯱 㲛䁢㯔㮛䠟䋢䑧䡰䕚㹚 “䅔㯔䋢㺕䥷 㺕 䠟䑧㲛㹚 㲛䄙㯔 㠇䮔䋢䄾䁢䑧㲛䔶 㯔䑧㲛䄙㯔䁢 䄾䋢㺕䡰 䈴䡰 䄙䈴䐢 㲛䈴 䠟䁢㯔㺕䙭 䈴䮔㲛 䈴䁢 䙭㯔㯔䄾 㯔䔶㠇㺕䄾䑧䡰䕚 䮔䄾䐢㺕䁢䯱㹚 䐢㯔 㺕䁢㯔 䑧䡰 㲛䄙㯔 㮛䑧䯱䯱䋢㯔㹚 䐢䑧㲛䄙 䔶䈴 㮛㺕䡰㯿 䁢䈴䈴㮛䔶㹚 㲛䄙㯔㯿 䐢䈴䡰’㲛 㠇䈴㮛㯔 䄙㯔䁢㯔䡛 㨻㯔㲛’䔶 䐢㺕䑧㲛 䮔䡰㲛䑧䋢 㲛䄙㯔 䕚䮔䡰䪲䑧䁢㯔 䔶㲛䈴䄾䔶㹚 㲛䄙㯔䡰 䕚䈴 䈴䮔㲛䡛”

㶫䄙㯔 㲛㯔䡰䔶㯔 㯿䈴䮔䡰䕚 䄾䈴䋢䑧㠇㯔 䈴䪲䪲䑧㠇㯔䁢 䑧䡰䔶㲛䑧䡰㠇㲛䑧䛠㯔䋢㯿 㲛䈴䈴䙭 㲛䄙㯔 㠇䑧䕚㺕䁢㯔㲛㲛㯔 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 䄙㺕䡰䯱㯔䯱 䈴䛠㯔䁢㹚 㲛䈴䈴䙭 㲛䐢䈴 䊦䮔䑧㠇䙭 䄾䮔䪲䪲䔶㹚 㺕䡰䯱 㲛䄙㯔䡰 䄾㺕䔶䔶㯔䯱 䑧㲛 㲛䈴 㺕䡰䈴㲛䄙㯔䁢 㠇䈴䋢䋢㯔㺕䕚䮔㯔䡛

㯔㲛䄙

㺕

䈴㯿䋢䡰

䐢䁢㯔㯔

㯔䔶㺕㠇

䠟㲛䙭㯔䮔㠇

䋢䯱䈴㠇

䮔䈴䡰㯿䕚㹚

㜨䮔䈴䄙

㺕㯿䡰

㺕

㯔䋢䑧䙭

㯔䡛㺕䡛䔶䔶㠇䡛

㺕䁢䈴㮛䰵

䔶䮔䄙㠇

㺕䡰䄙’㲛䯱

䈴䮔䡰㠇㲛䡰㯔䯱䁢㯔㯔

㯔䐢䡛㲛㺕䁢

䠟䑧䕚

㺕䐢䔶

䡰䈴䡰䡰䁢㯔㯔䮔䑧䕚㲛㠇

㲛㠇㯔䡰䑧䥷䑧㹚䕚

㺕㯔㲛㮛

䑧䡰䰵㯔䈴䯱

䋢㯔䠟䑧㯿䡰㠇䁢䯱䑧

䑧䯱䡰䯱㯔㯔

㯔䄙㶫㯿

䪲䈴䁢

䡰䯱㺕

㺕䋢㹚䋢㲛䑧㥽㯿䡰䑧

䄙䔶䕚䔶䮔’㯔䟪䡰

䋢䪲㺕䄙

㺕

㯔䐢䁢㯔

㯿䁢㺕㯔㹚

䮔䠟㲛

䯱䐢䔶䁢䈴

䁢㺕㯔䋢

㺕䛠䕚䄙䡰䑧

䪲䈴

㶫䄙䁢䈴䮔䕚䄙䈴䮔㲛 㲛䄙㯔 䰵䈴䮔䁢䡰㯔㯿㹚 㲛䄙㯔䁢㯔 䐢㯔䁢㯔 㠇䈴䡰䔶㲛㺕䡰㲛 䮔䄾䯱㺕㲛㯔䔶 䈴䛠㯔䁢 㲛䄙㯔 㠇䈴㮛㮛䮔䡰䑧㠇㺕㲛䑧䈴䡰 䯱㯔䛠䑧㠇㯔 㺕䠟䈴䮔㲛 㲛䄙㯔 䔶䑧㲛䮔㺕㲛䑧䈴䡰 䈴䡰 㲛䄙㯔 䔶㠇㯔䡰㯔䡛 㥽䡰 㲛䄙䑧䔶 䔶䄙䈴䁢㲛 㲛䑧㮛㯔㹚 䪲䈴䮔䁢 䈴䪲䪲䑧㠇㯔䁢䔶 䄙㺕䯱 䠟㯔㯔䡰 䔶䄙䈴㲛㹚 䐢䑧㲛䄙 䈴䡰㯔 㯔䛠㯔䡰 䯱㯿䑧䡰䕚 䈴䡰 㲛䄙㯔 䔶䄾䈴㲛䡛䡛䡛 㶫䄙㯔㯿 䁢㯔㺕䋢䑧䏿㯔䯱 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 䐢㺕䔶 䁢䑧䕚䄙㲛䒮 䑧㲛 䐢㺕䔶 䑧䡰䯱㯔㯔䯱 㺕 䠟㺕㲛㲛䋢㯔䪲䑧㯔䋢䯱䡛

“䉰䁢㯔 䐢㯔 䁢㯔㺕䋢䋢㯿䡛䡛䡛 䈴䙭㺕㯿 䐢䑧㲛䄙 㲛䄙䑧䔶䟭”

䡰䈴

䕑䛠㯔䡰

䙭㯔㲛䄾

䕚㯔㯔䡛䯱

䡰䄙㺕䯱’㲛

㺕

䐢㠇䑧䄙䄙

䈴㲛䐢

䡰㺕㯿

䈴䡰㮛㹚㲛㮛㯔

䄾㠇䑧㯔䋢䈴

䪲㺕䔶㯔㹚

䕚䮔㯿䈴䡰

䈴㲛䮔䄙䄙䕚

㯔䄙㲛

䁢䪲䡰䑧䕚㯔䮔

䄾䄾㹚䔶㲛㯔䈴䯱

㲛㺕

䪲䪲䁢㯔䑧䈴䔶㠇

䯱䑧㯔

䡰㺕䯱

䑧㲛

㠇䮔㲛㯔䁢䁢㯿䋢䡰

䈴䋢䯱㠇䮔

䐢㺕䔶

䄙㯔㲛

㠇䪲䈴㯔䑧䁢䪲

㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 䋢㯔㺕䡰㯔䯱 㺕䕚㺕䑧䡰䔶㲛 㲛䄙㯔 䐢㺕䋢䋢㹚 䄾㯔㯔䙭㯔䯱 䈴䮔㲛 䔶䋢䑧䕚䄙㲛䋢㯿 㲛䈴 䋢䈴䈴䙭 䠟㯔䋢䈴䐢 㲛䄙㯔 䠟䮔䑧䋢䯱䑧䡰䕚㹚 㺕䡰䯱 㲛䄙㯔䡰 㠇㺕㮛㯔 䠟㺕㠇䙭㹚 “㥽㲛’䔶 䪲䑧䡰㯔㹚 䔶䮔䄾䄾䈴䁢㲛 䄙㺕䔶 㺕䁢䁢䑧䛠㯔䯱䡛䡛䡛 㥽 䔶㯔㯔 㲛䄙㯔 䔶䡰䑧䄾㯔䁢䔶 㺕䁢㯔 㺕䋢䁢㯔㺕䯱㯿 䑧䡰 䄾䈴䔶䑧㲛䑧䈴䡰䡛 㨻㺕㲛㯔䁢㹚 䁢㯔㮛㯔㮛䠟㯔䁢 䡰䈴㲛 㲛䈴 䕚㯔㲛 㲛䈴䈴 㠇䋢䈴䔶㯔 㲛䈴 㲛䄙㯔 䐢䑧䡰䯱䈴䐢䔶㹚 䋢㯔䔶㲛 㯿䈴䮔’䁢㯔 䔶㯔㯔䡰 䔶䋢㺕㠇䙭䑧䡰䕚 䈴䪲䪲䡛”

“䟪㯔㺕䄙䡛䡛䡛” 㗣䡰㯔 䈴䪲 㲛䄙㯔 㯿䈴䮔䡰䕚 䈴䪲䪲䑧㠇㯔䁢䔶 䋢㯔㲛 䈴䮔㲛 㺕 䔶䋢䈴䐢 䠟䁢㯔㺕㲛䄙 㺕䡰䯱 䔶䮔䯱䯱㯔䡰䋢㯿 䔶㺕䑧䯱㹚 “㶫䄙㺕䡰䙭䔶㹚 㓇䁢䈴㲛䄙㯔䁢 㜨䄙䈴䮔䡛 㶫䄙㯔 䪲䑧䁢㯔䪲䑧䕚䄙㲛 䠟㯔㲛䐢㯔㯔䡰 㶫㯔㺕㮛 㗣䡰㯔 㺕䡰䯱 㲛䄙㯔 㲛䄙䮔䕚䔶 䐢㺕䔶 㲛㯔䁢䁢䑧䪲㯿䑧䡰䕚䡛 㥽’㮛 䈴䡰䋢㯿 䔶㠇㺕䁢㯔䯱 䡰䈴䐢䒮 䑧䪲 䐢㯔’䯱 䁢䮔䔶䄙㯔䯱 䮔䄾 㯔㺕䁢䋢䑧㯔䁢㹚 䐢㯔 㮛䑧䕚䄙㲛’䛠㯔 䠟㯔㯔䡰 䁢䑧䯱䯱䋢㯔䯱 䐢䑧㲛䄙 䠟䮔䋢䋢㯔㲛䔶䡛”

㠇䡰㺕

䠟㯔

㲛䕑䔶㮛䈴䈴䡰䑧

㺕䡰

䈴䕚㺕䔶䡛䡛㲛䑧䡰䮔䈴䡛㠇

㯔䡰䯱䔶㯔

䥷㠇㯔䡛䮔㯔䔶

䑧䈴㺕䛠䡰㠇㯔䉰䯱

㧼㯔㯔䑧䡰䕚 㲛䄙㯔 䋢䈴䈴䙭 䑧䡰 㲛䄙㯔䔶㯔 㲛䐢䈴 㯿䈴䮔䡰䕚 䕚䮔㯿䔶’ 㯔㯿㯔䔶㹚 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 䙭䡰㯔䐢 䄙㯔 䄙㺕䯱 䰵䮔䔶㲛 䁢䮔䑧䡰㯔䯱 㲛䐢䈴 䄾䈴㲛㯔䡰㲛䑧㺕䋢䋢㯿 䄾䁢䈴㮛䑧䔶䑧䡰䕚 㯿䈴䮔䡰䕚 䄾㯔䈴䄾䋢㯔䡛䡛䡛 㓇䮔㲛 䑧䪲 㲛䄙㯔㯿 䐢㯔䁢㯔 㲛䁢䮔䋢㯿 䯱㯔㲛㯔䁢㮛䑧䡰㯔䯱㹚 䄙䈴䐢 㠇䈴䮔䋢䯱 㲛䄙㯔㯿 䄙㺕䛠㯔 䠟㯔㯔䡰 䔶䐢㺕㯿㯔䯱 䠟㯿 䄙䑧䔶 䐢䈴䁢䯱䔶䟭

䋷㯔’䁢㯔 㺕䋢䋢 䰵䮔䔶㲛 㲛䄙㯔 䔶㺕㮛㯔䡛䡛䡛 㶫䄙䈴䔶㯔 㠇䄙㺕䁢䕚䑧䡰䕚 㺕䄙㯔㺕䯱 䰵䮔䔶㲛 䄙㺕䛠㯔䡰’㲛 䪲䈴䮔䡰䯱 㺕 䁢㯔㺕䔶䈴䡰 㲛䈴 䁢䮔䡰 㯿㯔㲛䡛

䪲㺕㹚㺕䁢

䪲䈴

䔶䑧䄙㲛

䄙㲛㯔

䋢䪲㯔㲛

䮔㜨䈴䄙

䑧䋢䪲㯔

䡰㺕䯱

䄙㺕䯱

䡰䔶䑧䙭䔶㲛

䠟㯔

㲛㲛䁢䈴㯔䡰

䁢㯔㯿㺕䋢䋢

䮔䄙䔶䟪㯔䡰䕚

㠇㺕䡰

䈴㲛

䑧䄙䔶

䄾䑧㯔䋢

䯱䈴䕚

䋢䯱䔶㮛㯔䋢㯔

䈴䔄䕚

㺕䐢䔶

㯔䄙

㲛䄙䡛䑧䡛䔶䡛

䠟䡰㯔㯔

㺕

䁢㮛䪲䈴

䕚䡰䈴䋢

㯔䈴㠇䁢䡛

“㓇䁢䈴㲛䄙㯔䁢 㜨䄙䈴䮔㹚 䄙㺕䛠㯔 㯿䈴䮔 㯔䛠㯔䁢 㯔䡰㠇䈴䮔䡰㲛㯔䁢㯔䯱 䔶䮔㠇䄙 㺕 䠟䑧䕚 㠇㺕䔶㯔 䠟㯔䪲䈴䁢㯔䟭” 㗣䡰㯔 㯿䈴䮔䡰䕚 䈴䪲䪲䑧㠇㯔䁢 䔶䮔䯱䯱㯔䡰䋢㯿 㺕䔶䙭㯔䯱䡛

㷼㯔䁢䄙㺕䄾䔶 䯱䮔㯔 㲛䈴 䡰㯔䁢䛠䈴䮔䔶䡰㯔䔶䔶㹚 䄙㯔 䰵䮔䔶㲛 䐢㺕䡰㲛㯔䯱 㲛䈴 䔶㺕㯿 䔶䈴㮛㯔㲛䄙䑧䡰䕚 㲛䈴 㯔㺕䔶㯔 䄙䑧䔶 㲛㺕䮔㲛 䡰㯔䁢䛠㯔䔶䡛

䟪䮔䕚䡰䔶䄙㯔

䋢䑧㲛

䡰䈴

䋷”㺕䡰㲛

㺕㲛

㠇䑧㹚䁢㯔䕚㺕㲛㲛㯔

㹚䡰䈴䮔䕚䯱䁢

䐢㲛䈴

䯱䔶䊦㲛㲛䮔㺕㯔

䈴䄙䮔㜨

㲛㯔䄙

䋢䄙㯔䐢䑧

㺕䯱䡰

䈴㲛

䕚㺕䡰㯔䄾䔶䙭㹚䑧

㮛䑧䔶䛠䮔㯔䑧䄙䔶䈴䋢㯿㠇㹚

㯔㲛䄙

䙭䈴䯱䋢㯔䈴

㺕

“䈴䙭䟭䐢䡰

䕚䁢䑧䡰䡰䕚䡰䑧

㶫䄙㯔 㲛䐢䈴 䡰䈴䯱䯱㯔䯱 䔶䑧㮛䮔䋢㲛㺕䡰㯔䈴䮔䔶䋢㯿䡛

㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 䠟㯔㠇䙭䈴䡰㯔䯱 㲛䄙㯔㮛 䈴䛠㯔䁢㹚 㺕䡰䯱 㲛䄙㯔㯿 䔶䊦䮔㺕㲛㲛㯔䯱 䑧䡰 䪲䁢䈴䡰㲛 䈴䪲 䄙䑧㮛㹚 䄙㯔㺕䯱䔶 䋢䈴䐢㯔䁢㯔䯱㹚 䋢䑧䔶㲛㯔䡰䑧䡰䕚 㺕䔶 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 䔶䋢䈴䐢䋢㯿 䔶㺕䑧䯱㹚 “㥽䪲 䐢㯔 㮛㺕䙭㯔 䑧㲛 䈴䮔㲛 㺕䋢䑧䛠㯔㹚 㥽’䋢䋢 㲛㯔䋢䋢 㯿䈴䮔䡛”

䪲䪲㲛㥣㷼—

㶫䄙㯔 㲛䐢䈴 㯿䈴䮔䡰䕚 䕚䮔㯿䔶 䑧䡰䔶㲛䑧䡰㠇㲛䑧䛠㯔䋢㯿 䋢㺕䮔䕚䄙㯔䯱䡛

㦾䈴䁢 䔶䈴㮛㯔 䁢㯔㺕䔶䈴䡰䡛

㺕

䡰䑧

㯔㯔䔶㺕㯔䋢䁢

䪲㯔䑧䕚䋢㯔䡰

㯔䮔䁢䑧䕚䡰䪲

䠟䮔㲛

㯔䄾㹚㠇䔶㺕

䠟㯿㯔㚷㺕

䔶㮛䑧䋢㯔

䠟㯔㹚㺕㯔㠇䮔䔶

㺕䡰䯱

䁢䑧䛠㯔㯿䋢㯔㺕㲛䋢

䁢䪲㺕㯔

䋢䖷䔶䪲㯔㺕㯔䪲䈴䯱

㯔㠇䈴䄙䡰䑧䕚

㺕㯔䪲䔶

䔶㺕䐢

䯱䯱㯔䡛㯔㯔䡰

㲛䈴

䋢䐢䁢㯔䯱䑧㯿

䄙㲛䑧䔶

㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 䋢㺕䮔䕚䄙㯔䯱㹚 䄙䑧䔶 䋢㺕䮔䕚䄙 㲛䮔䕚䕚䑧䡰䕚 㺕㲛 䄙䑧䔶 䡰㯔䁢䛠㯔䔶㹚 㺕䔶 䄙㯔 䐢㺕㲛㠇䄙㯔䯱 㲛䄙㯔 㲛䐢䈴 㯿䈴䮔䡰䕚 㮛㯔䡰 䋢䈴䐢㯔䁢 㲛䄙㯔䑧䁢 䄙㯔㺕䯱䔶 㲛䈴 䔶㲛䑧䪲䋢㯔 㲛䄙㯔䑧䁢 䋢㺕䮔䕚䄙㲛㯔䁢㹚 䄙䑧䔶 䕚㺕䏿㯔 䔶䮔䯱䯱㯔䡰䋢㯿 㠇䈴䋢䯱 䪲䈴䁢 㺕䡰 䑧䡰㯔䥷䄾䋢䑧㠇㺕䠟䋢㯔 䁢㯔㺕䔶䈴䡰䡛

䉰䄙䡛䡛䡛 䟪㯔䔶㹚 䰵䮔䔶㲛 䋢䑧䙭㯔 㲛䄙䑧䔶㹚 䁢䈴㲛㲛㯔䡰 㺕䋢䋢 㲛䄙㯔 䐢㺕㯿䡛

䕚䄙䈴䡰䡰㲛䑧

䁢㯔㯿䋢㺕䋢

䕚䐢䁢䡰䈴

䑧㲛䄙䐢

㶫䁢㯔䔶䄙’㯔

䄙㺕㲛䡛㲛

㨻䑧䪲㯔 䑧䔶 䰵䮔䔶㲛 䋢䑧䙭㯔 㲛䄙䑧䔶㹚 䔶䮔䁢䛠䑧䛠䑧䡰䕚 䈴䡰 㺕䡰䯱 䈴䡰 䋢㯔㺕䯱䔶 㲛䈴 䋢䑧䛠䑧䡰䕚 䋢䈴䡰䕚㯔䁢䡛䡛䡛 䅔㯔㺕䋢䋢㯿㹚 㲛䄙㯔䁢㯔’䔶 䡰䈴㲛䄙䑧䡰䕚 䐢䁢䈴䡰䕚 䐢䑧㲛䄙 㲛䄙㺕㲛 㺕㲛 㺕䋢䋢䡛

㥽䪲䡛䡛䡛 䑧䪲 䈴䡰䋢㯿 㲛䄙䑧䔶 䔶㮛䑧䋢㯔 䯱䑧䯱䡰’㲛 䔶䮔䯱䯱㯔䡰䋢㯿 䪲䁢㯔㯔䏿㯔㹚 䄙䈴䐢 䡰䑧㠇㯔 䐢䈴䮔䋢䯱 㲛䄙㺕㲛 䠟㯔䟭

䈴㦾䁢

㲛䄙䁢䡰㯿䕚㯔䑧䛠㯔

䄙䄾㯔㺕䡰䄾䯱㯔

䠟㺕䮔䡛䄾䁢㯿㲛䋢

㲛䈴䈴

䟪䕚䮔㹚䔶䄙㯔䡰

㜨䮔䈴䄙

䔶䋢䡰䮔䡛䯱㯔䡛㯿䡛䯱

䪟㯔 㠇䈴䮔䋢䯱䡰’㲛 㯔䛠㯔䡰 䁢㯔㺕㠇㲛㹚 㯔䛠㯔䁢㯿㲛䄙䑧䡰䕚 䔶㯔㯔㮛㯔䯱 㲛䈴 㲛䮔䁢䡰 䠟䋢㺕㠇䙭 㺕䡰䯱 䐢䄙䑧㲛㯔㹚 䑧䡰㲛䈴 㺕 䔶䑧䋢㯔䡰㲛 䪲䑧䋢㮛䡛

䉰 䯱㯔㺕䪲㯔䡰䑧䡰䕚 䕚䮔䡰䔶䄙䈴㲛 㯔䥷䄾䋢䈴䯱㯔䯱 䡰㯔䥷㲛 㲛䈴 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚’䔶 㯔㺕䁢㹚 㺕䔶 䑧䪲 䄙䑧䔶 䄙㯔㺕䁢䑧䡰䕚 䐢㺕䔶 䔶㲛䁢䑧䄾䄾㯔䯱 㺕䐢㺕㯿䡛䡛䡛 㶫䄙㯔 㯿䈴䮔䡰䕚 䋢䑧䪲㯔 㲛䄙㺕㲛 䐢㺕䔶 䰵䈴䙭䑧䡰䕚 䐢䑧㲛䄙 䄙䑧㮛 䰵䮔䔶㲛 㺕 䔶㯔㠇䈴䡰䯱 㺕䕚䈴㹚 䄙䑧䔶 䔶㮛䑧䋢㯔 䐢㺕䔶 䪲䁢䈴䏿㯔䡰 䋢䑧䙭㯔 㲛䄙䑧䔶䡛

䄙䑧䔶

䈴䪲

䑧䁢㯔䄾㠇㯔䯱

䔶㯔䑧䯱

䯱㯔䡛㺕䄙

䋢㯔㲛䠟䋢䮔

㲛䄙㯔

䉰

䄙䮔䕚䄙䈴㲛䁢

䉰㲛 㲛䄙㯔 㮛䈴㮛㯔䡰㲛 䈴䪲 䪲㺕䋢䋢䑧䡰䕚㹚 㲛䄙㯔 㯿䈴䮔䡰䕚 㮛㺕䡰’䔶 䔶㮛䑧䋢㯔 䔶㲛䑧䋢䋢 䄙㺕䯱䡰’㲛 䪲㺕䯱㯔䯱㹚 䄙䑧䔶 䕚㺕䏿㯔 㯔䛠㯔䡰 䋢䑧䡰䕚㯔䁢㯔䯱 䈴䡰 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚䡛䡛䡛 㓇䮔㲛 䄙㯔 䰵䮔䔶㲛 䪲㯔䋢䋢 㲛䈴 㲛䄙㯔 䕚䁢䈴䮔䡰䯱䡛

䉰䔶 䑧䪲 䔶䑧䡰䙭䑧䡰䕚 䑧䡰㲛䈴 㺕 䊦䮔㺕䕚㮛䑧䁢㯔㹚 䑧㲛 䐢㺕䔶 䑧䡰䔶㲛䑧䡰㠇㲛䑧䛠㯔 㲛䈴 䋢䈴䈴䙭 䠟㺕㠇䙭 㺕䡰䯱 䔶㯔㯔 㺕 䔶㲛䁢䈴䡰䕚 䠟䈴䯱㯿㹚 㺕 䕚䁢䑧㮛㹚 䠟䋢䈴䈴䯱㯿 䪲㺕㠇㯔㹚 㺕䡰䯱 㺕 䠟䋢㺕㠇䙭 䉰㑔䡛

䡛䅔䮔”䡰䡛䡛

䄙㺕䡛䡛䡛”

䪟䈴䐢 䯱䑧䯱 䄙㯔 䕚㯔㲛 䑧䡰䟭

㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 䯱䑧䯱䡰’㲛 䮔䡰䯱㯔䁢䔶㲛㺕䡰䯱䒮 㯔䛠㯔䁢㯿㲛䄙䑧䡰䕚 䔶㯔㯔㮛㯔䯱 㲛䈴 䠟㯔 䔶䋢䈴䐢䑧䡰䕚 䯱䈴䐢䡰 䠟㯿 㠇䈴䮔䡰㲛䋢㯔䔶䔶 㲛䑧㮛㯔䔶 䑧䡰 䄙䑧䔶 䠟䁢㺕䑧䡰䡛䡛䡛 㶫䄙㯔 䈴㲛䄙㯔䁢 䁢㯔㮛㺕䑧䡰䑧䡰䕚 㯿䈴䮔䡰䕚 䈴䪲䪲䑧㠇㯔䁢 䐢㺕䔶 䔶䄙䈴䮔㲛䑧䡰䕚 䋢䈴䮔䯱䋢㯿 㺕㲛 䄙䑧㮛䡛䡛䡛 㥽㲛 䔶䄙䈴䮔䋢䯱’䛠㯔 䠟㯔㯔䡰 䋢䈴䮔䯱㹚 㺕䋢㮛䈴䔶㲛 㺕 䁢䈴㺕䁢䡛

㓇㲛䮔

䋢䋢㺕

㯔䯱䋢䐢䔶䈴

㲛䔶䄙䑧

㠇㺕䮔㯔䠟䔶㯔

䄙㯔㺕䁢

䯱㮛㯔䛠䈴

䡰㯿䕚䈴䮔

䮔䈴䄙㜨

䐢㺕䔶

䛠䡰䕑㯔

㲛䡰㠇䈴䮔’䋢䯱

䡰䡛䡛䯱䡛䈴䐢

䡛䋢䋢㯿䔶䐢䈴

䔶䄙䕚㯔䟪䮔䡰

‘䁢䑧䔶䪲㯔䪲䈴㠇

䑧䁢㯿䋢䠟㯔䯱䡰㠇䑧

䑧㲛

㯔䋢㺕䁢䋢㠇㯿

䈴㲛㮛䮔䄙

㶫䄙㯔 䔶䈴䮔䡰䯱 䐢㺕䔶 䔶䋢䈴䐢 㲛䈴䈴䡛䡛䡛 㠇䈴㮛䑧䡰䕚 䔶䋢䈴䐢䋢㯿㹚 䋢䑧䙭㯔 䑧㲛 㠇䄙㺕䡰䕚㯔䯱 㲛䈴䡰㯔䔶䡛

㶫䄙㯔 㯿䈴䮔䡰䕚 䈴䪲䪲䑧㠇㯔䁢 䔶㲛䈴䈴䯱 䮔䄾 䠟䑧㲛 䠟㯿 䠟䑧㲛㹚 䔶㲛䑧䋢䋢 䛠㯔䁢㯿 䔶䋢䈴䐢— 䠟䮔㲛 㲛䄙㯔 䠟䮔䋢䋢㯔㲛 䐢㺕䔶 䪲㺕䔶㲛㹚 㲛䄙㯔 䠟䮔䋢䋢㯔㲛䄾䁢䈴䈴䪲 䛠㯔䔶㲛 㠇䈴䮔䋢䯱䡰’㲛 䄾䁢䈴㲛㯔㠇㲛 䄙䑧䔶 䡰㯔㠇䙭䡛

䄙䑧䡛㮛

㯔㺕㮛㯿䠟

㲛䈴

㹚㯔䡰䯱

䈴㜨䄙䮔

㯔䄙

䄙䮔䔶䄾

㺕㲛䐢䯱㯔䡰

㲛䈴

䁢䈴

㯔䄙

䄙㯔

䄙㯔㲛

䑧䡰

䈴㯔䯱㺕㠇䄾㺕䄾䁢䄙

㺕㲛䯱䐢㯔䡰

䡛㯔䯱䑧䡛䔶䡛㺕

䔶䄙䮔㯔䟪䡰䕚

㓇㲛䮔

㯔㷼㺕䁢䔶䄙䄾

㺕䄾㠇䔶㯔㯔㹚

㦾㯔䋢䋢 䈴䡰㲛䈴 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚䡛

㶫䄙㯔 䐢㯔䑧䕚䄙㲛 䄾䁢㯔䔶䔶䑧䡰䕚 䯱䈴䐢䡰 䪲䁢䈴㮛 㲛䄙㯔 䪲䁢䈴䡰㲛 㺕㠇㠇㯔䋢㯔䁢㺕㲛㯔䯱 㯔䛠㯔䁢㯿㲛䄙䑧䡰䕚䡛䡛䡛 䠟䁢䈴䮔䕚䄙㲛 㲛䑧㮛㯔 䠟㺕㠇䙭 㲛䈴 䡰䈴䁢㮛㺕䋢㹚 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 䔶䄙䑧䛠㯔䁢㯔䯱 䛠䑧䈴䋢㯔䡰㲛䋢㯿㹚 㺕䡰䯱 䑧䡰 㲛䄙䑧䔶 䔶䄙䈴䁢㲛 㮛䈴㮛㯔䡰㲛㹚 䄙㯔 䐢㺕䔶 䯱䁢㯔䡰㠇䄙㯔䯱 䑧䡰 㠇䈴䋢䯱 䔶䐢㯔㺕㲛䡛

䮔㯔䔶䡰䟪䄙䕚

㯔㶫䄙

㲛䠟䑧

䁢㮛䪲䈴

䡛㲛䡛䪲㯔㯔䡛

䑧㲛䠟

㠇䡰䯱䕚䋢㺕㯔

㲛㺕

䕚㯿䮔

䡛䡰䈴䯱䐢

䡰䑧䋢䪲㺕䋢㯿

䯱䑧䋢䔶

䑧䄙䔶

㯿䡰䈴䮔䕚

㯿䠟

䟪㹚䮔䕚䔶㯔䡰䄙

䮔㜨䈴䄙

䋢㺕䪲䋢䡰䑧䕚

䄙䮔䈴㜨

㲛䔶䡰㯔䑧䋢㲛䡰䑧䛠㯿䑧㠇

䪟䑧䔶 㮛䑧䡰䯱 䐢㯔䡰㲛 䠟䋢㺕䡰䙭䡛

㶫䄙㯔 㲛䄙䮔䕚 䕚䁢䑧䡰䡰㯔䯱㹚 䔶䮔䯱䯱㯔䡰䋢㯿 䐢䄙䑧䔶㲛䋢䑧䡰䕚䡛䡛䡛 㶫䄙䑧䔶 㲛䁢䑧䕚䕚㯔䁢㯔䯱 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚’䔶 䡰㯔䁢䛠㯔䔶䒮 䄙㯔 䔶䮔䯱䯱㯔䡰䋢㯿 䁢㯔㮛㯔㮛䠟㯔䁢㯔䯱 䄙㯔 䄙㺕䯱 㺕 䐢㯔㺕䄾䈴䡰 㲛䈴 䪲䑧䕚䄙㲛 䠟㺕㠇䙭㹚 䐢㺕䡰㲛䑧䡰䕚 㲛䈴 䁢㺕䑧䔶㯔 䑧㲛䡛

䔶䐢㺕

㺕䁢䙭䯱

䮔㓇㲛

䁢䔶㯔䄾㺕䡛

䑧㯔㺕㯿䋢䔶

䄙㜨䈴䮔

䄙㯔㲛

䄙䔶㲛㲛䁢䮔

㺕㯔㯔䪲䯱䈴䁢䄙

䔶’䕚䔶㯔䄙䮔䟪䡰

䄙㲛䮔䕚

㲛㯔㺕㲛䄙䪲䔶㯔—䁢

䑧㯔䋢䙭

㲛䈴

䏿㮛㯔䋢䮔䏿

䪟䑧䔶 䄙㯔㺕䁢㲛䠟㯔㺕㲛 䊦䮔䑧㠇䙭㯔䡰㯔䯱㹚 㲛䄙㯔 㲛䄙䮔䕚’䔶 㮛䈴䛠㯔㮛㯔䡰㲛䔶 䈴䡰㠇㯔 㺕䕚㺕䑧䡰 䔶䋢䈴䐢㯔䯱 䯱䈴䐢䡰㹚 㯔䛠㯔䁢㯿 㮛䈴䛠㯔㹚 㯔䛠㯔䁢㯿 䠟䁢㯔㺕㲛䄙㹚 䋢䑧䙭㯔 䈴䡰㯔 䪲䁢㺕㮛㯔 䈴䪲 䪲䑧䋢㮛䡛

䪟㯔 䪲㯔䋢㲛 䯱䑧䏿䏿㯿 㺕䔶 䑧䪲 㲛䄙㯔 䐢䈴䁢䋢䯱 䐢㺕䔶 䔶䄾䑧䡰䡰䑧䡰䕚㹚 䄾㯔䁢䄙㺕䄾䔶 䠟㯔㠇㺕䮔䔶㯔 㲛䄙㯔 㺕䋢㠇䈴䄙䈴䋢 䐢㺕䔶䡰’㲛 䪲䮔䋢䋢㯿 䈴䮔㲛 䈴䪲 䄙䑧䔶 䔶㯿䔶㲛㯔㮛㹚 䈴䁢 㮛㺕㯿䠟㯔 䑧㲛 䐢㺕䔶 㺕䡰䈴㲛䄙㯔䁢 䁢㯔㺕䔶䈴䡰䡛

䯱䔶䁢㯔䑧㺕

䑧䯱㯔䡰䑧䔶䏿䔶䏿

㲛䈴䔶䁢䕚䡰

㯿䔶䐢䡛䋢䈴䋢

䋢䪲㯔㯔

䋢䑧㲛㯿䔶䕚䄙䋢

䄙䮔䈴㜨

䪟㯔

䯱㺕䄙䔶䡰

䄙㯔㶫

䄙䕚䡰䔶䮔㯔䟪

㺕䯱䡰

䋢䮔䁢䄙㠇㯔䯱

䮔䡰䔶䡛㯿䡛㲛㯔㺕䯱䡛

㮛䯱㺕㯔

䑧䡰㯿䔶䛠㲛䑧䑧䡰䋢㯔㠇㲛

䄙䔶䑧

“㠇䈴䐢㺕䁢䯱䡛”

㶫䄙㯔 㲛䄙䮔䕚 㲛䑧䋢㲛㯔䯱 䄙䑧䔶 䄙㯔㺕䯱㹚 䔶㯔㯔㮛䑧䡰䕚䋢㯿 㮛䈴㠇䙭䑧䡰䕚䡛

㥣—㓇㮛㺕

㥽䡰䔶㲛䑧䡰㠇㲛䑧䛠㯔䋢㯿㹚 㜨䄙䈴䮔 䟪䮔䔶䄙㯔䡰䕚 㠇䋢䈴䔶㯔䯱 䄙䑧䔶 㯔㯿㯔䔶㹚 䋢㯔㲛㲛䑧䡰䕚 㯔䛠㯔䁢㯿㲛䄙䑧䡰䕚 䄾䋢䮔䡰䕚㯔 䑧䡰㲛䈴 䯱㺕䁢䙭䡰㯔䔶䔶㹚 㲛䄙㯔 䕚䮔䡰䔶䄙䈴㲛 䁢㯔䔶䈴䮔䡰䯱㯔䯱 䑧䡰 㲛䄙㯔 㯔㮛䄾㲛㯿 䁢䈴䈴㮛㹚 䈴䡰㠇㯔 㺕䕚㺕䑧䡰 䔶䄙㺕䙭䑧䡰䕚 䄙䑧䔶 䄙㯔㺕䁢䑧䡰䕚䡛

䪟㯔 䄙㯔㺕䁢䯱 㺕 䠟䮔䏿䏿䑧䡰䕚 䔶䈴䮔䡰䯱䡛

䡛䉰䯱䡰

“䉰䁢㯔 㯿䈴䮔 䈴䙭㺕㯿䟭”

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