𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖞 𝖉𝖎𝖊:
𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖉 𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖑, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖘
𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖘
𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊-

𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖇𝖞𝖘𝖘,
𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊'𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑,
𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘; 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖞𝖔𝖚;
𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑-

𝕹𝖔 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙,
𝖓𝖔 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘
𝖎𝖓 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗,
𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘-

𝕺𝖓𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖞, 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖇𝖊𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖉
𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉:
𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖆𝖘 𝖎𝖋 𝖆 𝖕𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖕𝖙
𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒, 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖑:

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖊,
𝕴 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖐;
𝕬 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜? 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖇𝖊?
𝕴𝖘 𝖎𝖙 𝖆 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖜𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖍?

𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘, 𝖜𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌
𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖆𝖜𝖓 𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖉,
𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖜𝖊'𝖗𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 (𝖜𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖚𝖗𝖊)
𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊-