ⒺⓁ ⓂⒶⓇ ⓃⓄⓈ ⓁⓁⒺⓋⒶ
ⒺⓁ ⓂⒶⓇ ⓃⓄⓈ ⓁⓁⒺⓋⒶ Ⓐ ⓁⒶ ⒸⒶⒷⒺⓏⒶ ⒾⓃⓂⒺⓃⓈÍⓈⒾⓂⒶ ⒹⒺ ⓁⒶ ⓂⓊⒿⒺⓇ ⒹⒺⓁ ⓈⓊⒺÑⓄ, ⓆⓊⒺ ⒶⒷⓇⒺ ⓁⒶ ⒷⓄⒸⒶ, ⓉⓇⒶⒼÁⓃⒹⓄⓃⓄⓈ. ⓁⓊⒺⒼⓄ ⒹⒺ ⓊⓃⒶ ⒺⓉⒺⓇⓃⒾⒹⒶⒹ Ⓐ ⓄⓈⒸⓊⓇⒶⓈ, ⒺⓁ ⓈⓄⓁ ⓃⒶⓇⒶⓃⒿⒶ ⓈⒶⓁⒺ ⓅⓄⓇ ⒺⓁ ⓄⒺⓈⓉⒺ. ⒶⓉⓇⒶⒸⒶⓂⓄⓈ ⒺⓃ ⓊⓃ ⓅⓊⒺⓇⓉⓄ ⓄⓂⒾⓃⓄⓈⓄ. ⓃⓄⓈ ⓇⒺⒸⒾⒷⒺⓃ ⒽⓄⓂⒷⓇⒺⓈ ⒹⒺ ⒽⓊⒺⓈⓄ, ⒸⓄⓃ ⒸⒶⒷⒺⓏⒶ ⒹⒺ ⓉⓄⓇⓄ. ⓃⓄⓈ ⒸⓄⓃⒹⓊⒸⒺⓃ Ⓐ ⓊⓃⒶ ⒸⓊⒺⓋⒶ. ⒺⓃ ⓁⒶ ⒸⓊⒺⓋⒶ, ⓊⓃⒶ ⓂⓊⒿⒺⓇ ⓋⒺⓇⒹⒺ ⒸⓄⓃ ⓁⒶⓈ ⒸⓊⒺⓃⒸⒶⓈ ⓋⒶⒸÍⒶⓈ ⓃⓄⓈ ⒹⒾⒸⒺ: “ⓊⓃ ⓁⒾⒷⓇⓄ ⓋⒶⓁⒺ ⓂÁⓈ ⓆⓊⒺ ⓁⒶⓈ ⓅⒾⓇÁⓂⒾⒹⒺⓈ ⒹⒺ ⒺⒼⒾⓅⓉⓄ…¿ⒶⓁⒼⓊⒾⒺⓃ ⓅⓊⒺⒹⒺ ⒽⓄⓎ ⒸⓄⓂⓅⒶⓇⒶⓇⓈⒺ ⒸⓄⓃ ⒽⓄⓇ-ⒹⒺⒹⒺⒻ? ¿ⒶⓁⒼⓊⒾⒺⓃ ⒽⒶⓎ ⓈⒺⓂⒺⒿⒶⓃⓉⒺ Ⓐ ⒾⓂⒽⓄⓉⒺⓅ?... ⓁⓄⓈ ⓆⓊⒺ ⓅⓇⒺⒹⒾⒿⒺⓇⓄⓃ ⒺⓁ ⒻⓊⓉⓊⓇⓄ ⓈⒺ ⒽⒶⓃ ⒾⒹⓄ, ⒽⒶⓃ ⓈⒾⒹⓄ ⓄⓁⓋⒾⒹⒶⒹⓄⓈ ⓉⓄⒹⓄⓈ, ⓈⒶⓁⓋⓄ ⓁⓄⓈ ⓆⓊⒺ ⒺⓈⒸⓇⒾⒷⒾⒺⓇⓄⓃ ⓊⓃ ⓁⒾⒷⓇⓄ. ⓎⓄ ⓃⓄ ⒺⓈⒸⓇⒾⒷÍ ⓃⒾⓃⒼÚⓃ ⓁⒾⒷⓇⓄ, ⒶⓈÍ ⓆⓊⒺ ⓃⒶⒹⒾⒺ ⓋⒶ Ⓐ ⓇⒺⒸⓄⓇⒹⒶⓇⓂⒺ…” ⒺⓃ ⒺⓈⓉⓄ ⓈⒺ ⒶⓈⓄⓂⒶⓃ ⒹⓄⓈ ⓇⒶⓉⒶⓈ ⓅⓄⓇ ⓁⒶⓈ ⒸⓊⒺⓃⒸⒶⓈ ⓋⒶⒸÍⒶⓈ, Ⓨ ⓁⒶⓈ ⓇⒶⓉⒶⓈ ⒸⒶⓃⓉⒶⓃ: “ⒺⓁ ⓈⓄⓁ ⓈⒺ ⓁⒺⓋⒶⓃⓉⒶ Ⓨ ⓎⒶ ⓃⓊⓃⒸⒶ ⓈⒺ ⓅⓄⓃⒺ ⒺⓁ ⓈⓄⓁ Ⓨ ⓁⒶ ⓁⓊⓃⒶ ⓈⓄⓃ ⓁⓄⓈ ⓄⒿⓄⓈ ⓆⓊⒺ ⓃⓄⓈ ⒽⒶⒸⒺⓃ ⒻⒶⓁⓉⒶ ⓅⒶⓇⒶ ⓋⒺⓇ ⓂⒺⒿⓄⓇ ⓅⒶⓇⒶ ⓋⒺⓇ ⒹⒺ ⓁⒺⒿⓄⓈ ⓁⓄ ⓆⓊⒺ ⒺⓈⓉÁ ⓁⒺⒿⓄⓈ Ⓨ ⒹⒺ ⒸⒺⓇⒸⒶ ⓁⓄ ⓆⓊⒺ ⒺⓈⓉÁ ⒸⒺⓇⒸⒶ”. ⒺⓁ ⒺⓃⒶⓃⓄ ⒺⓈⒸⓊⓅⒺ ⒻⓊⒺⒼⓄ, ⓆⓊⒺⓂⒶⓃⒹⓄ Ⓐ ⓁⒶ ⓂⓊⒿⒺⓇ ⓋⒺⓇⒹⒺ, ⓁⒶⓈ ⓇⒶⓉⒶⓈ ⒽⓊⓎⒺⓃ ⒺⓃ ⓁⓁⒶⓂⒶⓈ, ⓅⒺⓇⒹⒾÉⓃⒹⓄⓈⒺ ⒺⓃ ⓁⓄ ⓂÁⓈ ⓅⓇⓄⒻⓊⓃⒹⓄ ⒹⒺ ⓁⒶ ⒸⓊⒺⓋⒶ...