Capítulo 1002: Chapter 0: The Path of Truth

[Path of Truth]

In the Non-material Realm, even consciousness itself cannot coalesce here. Any individual who accidentally arrives will be turned into cognitive dust, dissipating as part of the truth.

The once unacknowledged, misunderstood, and even seen as a threat “Reverse Secret Technique” can reverse this process, allowing the consciousness that should have dissipated to remain consolidated, to walk the Path of Truth, and to touch the essence of the truth above the Divine Status.

Emperor Mura has been walking here for an unknown amount of time,

He no longer cares about earthly matters, all his focus is on himself. The Reverse Secret Technique, which had once reached its limit and was difficult to advance, is now breaking through into unknown realms.

The reverse system he has developed, including various mental methods and supreme magic, is all integrated here,

even,

Mura himself has become proficient and adapted here. He can maintain a state of enlightenment while walking on the truth that might collapse at any moment.

Until… he feels a resistance, or perhaps a sense of being pulled, a deep red pull from within his body.

Consciousness clears, gaze turns ahead.

Not far away,

there seems to be a door standing,

Upon closer inspection, it also seems like a spiral staircase standing in a church court,

Or possibly a mountain composed of scrolls, spells, secret messages, or scriptures, formed by the books Mura has studied in his lifetime, becoming a [Path].

This is his truth endpoint, the ultimate answer to his unique creation of reversal, regardless of worldly opposition.

However,

He can feel a deep red chain growing from within the Divine Status, binding his body, preventing him from approaching this truth, forbidding him from attaining this ultimate enlightenment.

Yet,

Mura laughs aloud at this moment, tears unexpectedly flowing from his eyes.

“So this is the truth, I was right…

But I did not expect this path of truth to be discovered by that guy [Kim].

Moreover, he has no support from reversal.

Relying solely on pure kingly essence, paving the way with the people of the past, reaching this endpoint as well, truly a genius.

I truly should have communicated with Him sooner, perhaps I could have walked this path a bit earlier.

No… it must be now, it must be at this moment.

Earlier contact was meaningless, I am now truly prepared. If I had missed the secluded insights of the comic world, missed the dungeon interactions of floating away from the human world, I could not have reached here.

Kim should have reached the Prison Director’s level earlier, but unfortunately, he is in such a universe stained red.

His path correlates with historical dynasties. His numerous Divine Statuses are all maliciously parasitized, which, though symbols of his kingship, are yet shackles to himself.

But I have a chance,

only a single malicious chain, and in the millennia of imprisonment, this chain has been worn, influenced, and become frail.

The prison director’s incarceration is more concerned with malicious suppression.

Just this single chain, I can break it.

Mura’s fingers already touch between the Divine Statuses, releasing a very subtle reverse technique that does not harm the Divine Status.

Crack… That solitary fragile chain breaks with a sound.

Moreover, the current Deep Red seems busy with another matter, entirely oblivious to this “triviality.”

Just when Mura prepares to embrace his ultimate ascension, he suddenly realizes something, recalling that he seemed not to have come here alone.

He should have arrived with a confidant, a follower, a friend.

He turns to look behind but sees no one.

He tries to remember the other’s name but cannot recall it no matter how hard he tries.

As far as he can see, vaguely there seems to be a figure flashing by, but upon closer inspection, it’s merely a flowing visual distortion.

Without further delay,

Mura walks towards his truth, unbeknownst to him, the previous fleeting figure seems to be waving farewell to him.

…

“Who am I… Where am I… What am I doing?”

Suddenly.

Luo Di, who had always focused on reversal to ensure stable consciousness, suddenly stops.

Since coming to the “Path of Truth” he has been losing things, unlike Mura’s continual progress, he feels only lost.

He seems to barely remember what a system is,

barely remembers what he should do,

barely remembers why he is here.

But one thing he knows clearly, time is urgent, wasting time could mean losing something irretrievable forever.

Since he is lost,

Luo Di chooses not to keep walking, he sits and closes his eyes, checking his physical state.

[Pituitary Space]

The once Moon Core Theater is gone, those “victims” among the crew members are absent, related props and scenes have all vanished.

It’s completely empty.

But here still stands a small house, like a studio.

Luo Di enters, unconsciously murmuring a word, “flower.”

Yet there is nothing inside, all furniture has been moved out.

He continues to wander within the Consciousness Space following his senses, Unknowingly arriving at the depths, reaching an area filled with the fragrant aroma of soil.

Something seems to be planted inside.

He pushes the door open,

only to find a pitch-dark soil, still, nothing else. He vaguely remembers something should have been planted here, something important to him, yet now there’s nothing.

He steps on the soil, reaching the Plant Cultivation Room’s center,

and digs into the middle with his hand, revealing a seed, a colorless, featureless seed.

Its appearance resembles both a pituitary and some polyhedral structure.

However, beneath the seed, a root structure extends.

Luo Di continues excavating along the root, discovering something that should not be buried in the soil, not connected by the root.

“Book…”

A dim-colored book with a strange name.

“Deep in the Living”

The moment the book is exposed, the once unremarkable seed unexpectedly detaches itself, ceasing to hinder Luo Di’s reading.

Due to the urgency of time, Luo Di casually browses through and discovers it holds no content, entirely blank.

As he pauses at the first page in some confusion, the blank pages begin to reveal text under his gaze gradually.

Chapter One – Diary

[Old City Prison]

…

“Mr. Di… prisoner… is that me?”

Luo Di knows time is of the essence, yet he cannot relinquish the book, cannot stop reading. It seems this book is of greater importance.

The book’s content generates with reading, simultaneously clarifying Luo Di’s identity and current predicament.

Upon reaching the second chapter and seeing the squad leader inviting Luo Di to simulation training, content generation halts.

Accompanying Luo Di’s touch,

he is abruptly “rewound” to the scene from those years, with the squad leader wearing a long ponytail and white sneakers standing in front of him.

Luo Di remembers nothing, but this person appears very familiar, intuition prompting him to agree, deciding to attend the Simulation Practice.

Buzz…

Choice concluded.

Luo Di is brought back to the Plant Cultivation Room, returned to his reading.

As the novel progresses,

he starts to reidentify himself, learns his name, knows his friends, and recognizes the place where everything began.

At every critical juncture,

he returns to the scene of the time to redecide.

Even though he remembers nothing, the choices he makes are precisely the same as before.

It seems these choices are necessary, despite any regrets or heartbreak.

Everything, everything is promoting the perfection of the current “him,” the essence upon which “he” exists.

It’s as if he has retraced the Path of Truth, reversed back to the beginning, and then fully experiences it again.

Book reading and re-decision-making spark his memories.

But Luo Di himself still lacks a system, remains in a state of “nothing”… to him, it doesn’t matter, forward and backward, both yield zero.

Finally,

he sees the present chapter, witnessing the second Death Row Inmate, Kim, wield the key of truth, sending him and Emperor Mura here.

Yet, there is more to discover at the back of the book.

He observes the descent of Deep Red, sees Lebeite and Wu Wen’s collaboration, and encounters a strange chapter.

The supposedly forthcoming Chapter 980, smudged, with even the chapter name turned into a mess of gibberish.

The inscribed text likewise transformed into Deep Red, content forcibly influenced and altered.

Luo Di refrains from reading this chapter’s chaotic content,

moves his fingers to the chapter title, like scratching off a lottery ticket, forcibly scraping off the ███.

It reveals the chapter number 980, simultaneously erasing the following chapter title gibberish completely.

He does not browse the content but forcibly intervenes based on prior reading experience.

In the state of zero, influencing this crucial node, making a critical decision…

㖯㚃㺘㜹

老

虜虜盧擄蘆盧䵼㗳㚃 㚃䊉㢢㺾䊇㚃盧爐 䦉䊉㺾䭖㚃䊇㽬㚃虜 㺾㽬 䔑㚃䊇㟻㚃䨷㢢㺾䊉䊲 䱙㺾㢢㗳 䊇㚃㜹㤕

㙚䭖㚃䊇㻩㢢㗳㺾䊉䊲 㺾㽬 䅒䒲㡥㡥䨷䔑㽬㺾䊉䊲㤕

䦉䜾䒲

䉛䊉㚃㚃

㢢䒲

㢢䌽㽬㺾䊇

䒲㢢

䊇䦉㜹䊉㢢㚃䊇㚃

㢢㗳㚃

㗳䨷㜹

䨷

䊉㺾䊲䖼

䉛㻩

䰟㺾

䵼㚃㗳

㢢㢢䨷㗳

㚃㗳㢢

㢢㚃䊇㕧㡥䨷䊉

䔑䅒㚃䨷㡥

㚃㽬䊇㜹䨷㚃

㚃㤕䏊㻩

㽬䒲㖯䊇䊉䵣㺾

㢢㺾㗳䱙

㱊䒲 䨷䦉䊇䨷 㚃㟻䨷䊉䨷㢢㚃㜹 䭀䊇䒲㟻 㗳㺾㽬 䉛䒲㜹㻩㖯 䉛䊇㚃䨷㢢㗳㺾䊉䊲 㡥㺾䏊㚃 䨷 䊉䒲䊇㟻䨷㡥 䔑㚃䊇㽬䒲䊉㤕

䌽㚃㚃㡥㺾䊉䊲 㢢㗳㚃 䒲㟻䊉㺾䔑䊇㚃㽬㚃䊉㢢 䊇㚃㜹㖯 䜾䦉䒲 䰟㺾 䭀䊇䒲䱙䊉㚃㜹 㽬㡥㺾䊲㗳㢢㡥㻩㤕

㽬㺾

㚃䊇䨷㤕䔑䊇㺾

䒲䊇䭀

㟻㺾㗳

䒲㢢

䭀䒲

䅒㚃㽬䒲㡥㡥䨷䔑

㽬䵼㗳㺾

㡥䭀㺾䅒㜹䭀㺾䦉㢢

㚃㚃㡥㡥䭖

䅒䅒㟻㽬㺾䒲

䦉㡥㻩㡥䭀

㣐䦉㢢 䔑㚃䊇㗳䨷䔑㽬 㗳㚃 䅒䨷䊉 㜹䊇㺾䭖㚃 㢢㗳㚃 䒲㢢㗳㚃䊇 䔑䨷䊇㢢㻩 䒲䦉㢢㤕㤕㤕 䒲䊇 䏊㺾㡥㡥 㢢㗳㚃㟻 䉛㚃䭀䒲䊇㚃 㢢㗳㚃 䰟㚃㚃䔑 㺘㚃㜹 䭀䦉㡥㡥㻩 㺾䊉䭀㺾㡥㢢䊇䨷㢢㚃㽬 䨷䊉㜹 䉛㚃䭀䒲䊇㚃 㢢㗳㚃 䦉䊉㺾䭖㚃䊇㽬㚃 䊇䒲㢢㽬㤕

“䵼㺾㟻㚃 㺾䊉㜹㚃㚃㜹 㺾㽬 䔑䊇㚃㽬㽬㺾䊉䊲㤕㤕㤕 㡥㚃㢢 㟻㚃 㽬㚃㚃㤕”

㡥䏊䅒㕧㺾

䅒㺾~䏊䅒~㡥

䵼㗳㚃 㢢䒲䊉䊲䦉㚃 㺾䊉㽬㢢㺾䊉䅒㢢㺾䭖㚃㡥㻩 䅒㡥㺾䅒䏊㚃㜹 㺾䊉㽬㺾㜹㚃 㢢㗳㚃 㟻䒲䦉㢢㗳㤕

䜾䦉䒲 䰟㺾 㽬㚃䨷䊇䅒㗳㚃㜹 䭀䒲䊇 䨷䦉䊇䨷㽬㖯 㡥䒲䒲䏊㺾䊉䊲 㺾䊉 㜹㺾䭀䭀㚃䊇㚃䊉㢢 㜹㺾䊇㚃䅒㢢㺾䒲䊉㽬㤕

㽬㖯䊇䊉䵣㺾䒲

㕧䊇㚃䊉㢢䨷㡥

䦉䅒㡥㜹䒲

䭀䒲

㜹㚃䊇䒲䊉㤕䊲㺾

䨷㗳䊇㚃㢢㖯䊇

㺾㒄㽬

㜹䊇䊉䒲䊇㺾㻩䨷

㚃㗳㢢

㚃䉛

䉛㚃

㚃㻩㚃㽬

㕧㡥㢢䨷䊇㚃䊉

㢢䒲

㢢䒲

㢢㡥㚃㺾㟻䔑䊇䨷㻩䒲䊇

㗳㢢㚃

㚃㚃㽬㟻㚃㜹

䊉䒲㢢䅒䅒䔑㚃

䵣㽬䊉䊇㺾䒲

㽬㚃㚃

㢢㗳㚃

䨷㚃䉛㡥

䒲䊇䊲䦉㗳㢢㗳

䊇䒲

㒄㚃 㽬䨷䱙 㢢䱙䒲 䔑㡥䨷䅒㚃㽬 䒲䭀 㺾䊉㢢㚃䊇㚃㽬㢢㤕

㴣䊉㚃 䱙䨷㽬 㢢㗳㚃 㽬㢢䨷㢢㺾䒲䊉䨷䊇㻩 䜾㚃䉛㚃㺾㢢㚃㤕

䊇䒲䭀

䊇㽬䊉䦉㢢

㗳䒲㽬㚃䦉

㢢㗳㚃

“㱊䒲

㚃䔑㚃䰟

㚃䜾㢢㚃㚃䉛㺾

㗳㢢㚃

㽬㚃㗳’

㽬䨷㗳

䨷䊉㺾䭀㡥

䅒䨷㺾䊇㢢䊲㚃䊉

䉛䊉㚃㚃

㗳㺾䊇䊲㢢

㚃䒲䊇㜹䱙䊉

䨷

䊲㡥䒲䊉䲃

㽬㻩䨷䔑㡥㚃㡥䅒㺾䭀㺾䅒

㚃㺘㜹

䊉䊉䒲㺾䨷䅒㢢㚃䊇

䭀䊇䒲

䒲㢢

㢢㗳㚃

䒲䦉㢢

㟻䨷䊇

㺾㢢

‘䊇㺾㽬䒲䊇㚃䅒䰟㢢

㢢䨷㡥䉛㚃㤕㢢

㢢䨷

䒲㽬

㺾䵣䊇䊉䒲㽬

䥭㢢’㽬 㺾䊉㜹㚃㚃㜹 㚃䭀䭀㚃䅒㢢㺾䭖㚃㖯 㢢㗳䨷㢢’㽬 䱙㗳㻩 䰟㚃㚃䔑 㺘㚃㜹 㺾㽬 㺾䊉 䨷 䊇䦉㽬㗳㖯 䅒䨷䦉㽬㺾䊉䊲 㽬䦉䅒㗳 䅒䒲㟻䔑䊇㚃㗳㚃䊉㽬㺾䭖㚃 㺾䊉䭀㺾㡥㢢䊇䨷㢢㺾䒲䊉㤕

㣐䒲㢢㗳 䒲䭀 㢢㗳㚃㟻 䨷䊇㚃 䭖㚃䊇㻩 㜹䨷䊉䊲㚃䊇䒲䦉㽬㤕”

䏊㡥㤕㡥㺾

㚃㗳㢢

䦉㢖

㺾䊇䔑䊉㽬䒲

㚃㗳

㗳㚃

㢢㚃㖯䨷㗳㚃䅒䊇

㚃㗳

㚃䵼㗳

㽬䨷䱙

䨷䱙䊉㚃㢢㜹

㽬䱙䨷

䨷䨷㖯㚃䊇

㢢䒲

䦉䊲㻩

䨷㜹䊉

㟻䊇䒲㢢㺾㜹䒲㻩䊇

䦉䊲䊇㜹䨷

䊇䱙㚃㚃㗳

㗳䨷㜹

㗳㺾㽬

䊲䅒㚃㺾㢢䦉㤙㚃䊉

䱙䨷㽬

䌠㚃

㗳䊇㢢㚃䒲

㗳㡥䨷䉛㡥㢢䦉㻩䨷㺾

㻩䨷䨷㽬㡥䱙

㗳㢢㚃

“㺘㚃䔑㚃䨷㢢㺾䊉䊲 㢢㗳㚃 㽬䨷㟻㚃 㢢㗳㺾䊉䊲 䨷䊲䨷㺾䊉㖯 㢖䦉 䌠㚃䑼”

䋓䦉㽬㢢 䨷㽬 䜾䦉䒲 䰟㺾 䱙䨷㽬 䨷䉛䒲䦉㢢 㢢䒲 㟻䨷䏊㚃 䨷 㜹㚃䅒㺾㽬㺾䒲䊉 䦉䔑䒲䊉 㽬㚃㚃㺾䊉䊲 㢢䱙䒲 㜹㺾䭀䭀㚃䊇㚃䊉㢢 㜹㺾䊇㚃䅒㢢㺾䒲䊉㽬㖯

䨷䊉㜹

䊉㢢㗳䊲䒲䊉㺾

㽬䵼㗳㺾

㢢䊇䊲㺾㗳

䊲㚃䨷㟻

㚃㺾䒲䊉䊉㖯㺾䭖䊇㚃䊉㢢㢢

㺾㽬㤕㽬㚃㜹

䜾䦉䒲

䨷㗳㜹

㽬㽬㚃䨷䨷䊲㽬䵣䡚

㻩䉛

㺾㽬’䰟

㡥㢢㚃䭀

䊉䒲

㽬䨷㜹䦉㚃䅒

䊉㢢䒲

䨷

㚃䨷㗳䊉䊇䒲㢢

䒲㢢

㽬㜹䊉䦉㡥㚃㻩㜹

㢢㢢䨷㗳

䨷䱙㽬

䒲䊇䒲㜹

㺾㡥䊉㺾㡥㢢䨷㻩㺾

㚃䦉㜹

㢢㚃㗳

㗳㜹䨷

䔑㚃䊇䨷䨷䔑

䉛䦉㢢

㗳䉛䒲㢢

䊉䨷䒲䨷䊇㢢䊇㤕䊇

㣐䒲㢢㗳 㜹䒲䒲䊇㽬 䱙㚃䊇㚃 㺾㟻䔑䊇㺾䊉㢢㚃㜹 䱙㺾㢢㗳 䨷 㡥䨷䊇䊲㚃 㗤䦉㚃㽬㢢㺾䒲䊉 㛨䨷䊇䏊 㽬㢢䊇䦉䅒㢢䦉䊇㚃㤕

㥨㚃㚃㺾䊉䊲 㢢㗳㚃 㗤䦉㚃㽬㢢㺾䒲䊉 㛨䨷䊇䏊㖯 䜾䦉䒲 䰟㺾’㽬 㗳㚃䨷䊇㢢 䱙䨷㽬 䭀㺾㡥㡥㚃㜹 䱙㺾㢢㗳 㫪䒲㻩㤕

㗳䊇㢢䒲㗳䦉䊲

㗳㢢㺾㽬

㛨䨷䊇䏊

䔑䦉䊉䒲

䊉㜹㺾䅒㚃䉛㡥㻩㺾䊇

㡥䨷㻩㢢䨷䅒䦉㡥

䒲㢢

㗳䵼䦉䊲㗳䒲

㚃㗳

㽬㚃䊇㢢㤕䦉㢢䊇䦉䅒

䒲䦉㗤㚃㢢㽬㺾䊉

㻩㚃䊉㢢䅒㚃㡥䊇

䏊䊉䒲䱙

㚃㗳㢢

䭀䨷䨷㟻䊇㡥㺾㺾

㗳㚃

㺾㚃㚃䊉㽬䊲

㺾䊉㜹䊲䊇㖯㚃䨷

㢢㚃䭀㡥

䒲㚃䅒㟻

㚃㗳䊇㚃䨷䅒䵼

䨷䱙䊉㚃

㜹㗳䨷

䜾䒲䒲䏊㺾䊉䊲 䦉䔑䱙䨷䊇㜹㽬㖯 㢢㗳䊇䒲䦉䊲㗳 㢢㗳㚃 䔑䊇㺾㽬䒲䊉㖯 㗳㚃 䊲䨷䥵㚃㜹 䨷㢢 㢢㗳㚃 㟻䒲䒲䊉㤕

㴣䭀䭀㚃䊇㺾䊉䊲 䨷 䊉䒲㜹 䒲䭀 䊇㚃㽬䔑㚃䅒㢢 㢢䒲 㛨䊇㤕 㗤䦉㚃㽬㢢㺾䒲䊉 㛨䨷䊇䏊 䱙㗳䒲 㽬䦉䅒䅒㚃㽬㽬䭀䦉㡥㡥㻩 㽬䒲㡥䭖㚃㜹 㢢㗳㚃 䔑䦉䥵䥵㡥㚃㤕

㡥䨷㡥

㖈㽬

䊇䊉㺾㢢㟻㢢䒲䨷䔑

䭀䒲䊇

䭀䒲䉛㚃䊇㚃

㚃㜹䒲䊉㤕

㚃㗳㺾䅒䅒䒲

䊉䒲㢢

㺾㗳㖯㟻

㚃㗳㢢

䊉䨷

䊉㜹㽬㺾㚃䒲㺾䅒

㽬䨷䱙

㢢䨷

㢢㺾

䜾䦉䒲 䰟㺾 㢢䦉䊇䊉㚃㜹 䊇㺾䊲㗳㢢 䨷䊉㜹 䔑䦉㽬㗳㚃㜹 㢢㗳㚃 㜹䒲䒲䊇 䒲䔑㚃䊉㖯 䨷䊇䊇㺾䭖㺾䊉䊲 㺾䊉 㢢㗳㚃 䋓䦉㜹㺾䅒㺾䨷㡥 㕧䒲䦉䊇㢢 䨷䊇㚃䨷 䱙㗳㚃䊇㚃 䜾㚃䉛㚃㺾㢢㚃 䱙䨷㽬㖯 䱙㗳㚃䊇㚃 㛨䨷㤙㺾㟻䦉㽬㖯 㡥㺾䊉䊲㚃䊇㺾䊉䊲 㺾䊉 㢢㗳㚃 䭖䒲㺾㜹㖯 㽬㢢㺾㡥㡥 㽬㢢䒲䒲㜹 䊲䦉䨷䊇㜹㤕

㥨㚃㚃㺾䊉䊲 䜾䦉䒲 䰟㺾㖯 㗳㚃 䭀㺾䊇㽬㢢 㽬㗳䒲䱙㚃㜹 䅒䒲䊉䭀䦉㽬㺾䒲䊉㖯 䭀䒲㡥㡥䒲䱙㚃㜹 㺾㟻㟻㚃㜹㺾䨷㢢㚃㡥㻩 䉛㻩 㟻㚃㟻䒲䊇㺾㚃㽬 㽬䦉䊇䊲㺾䊉䊲 䉛䨷䅒䏊㤕

“䒲㟻㚃䅒㤕

㚃䉛䊲

䒲䨷㢢㗳䊇䊉㚃

㚃䦉䊉㺾㢢䊉䒲䅒

㺾㡥䱙㡥

䨷㛨㖯

䊲䊉䊲䦉䨷䊇㜹㺾

㚃䊉䭀㜹䊇㺾

䒲䭀

㺾㤕䊉㚃㺾㽬㤕㤕㜹

䨷䊉㜹㡥㗳㚃

㢢㽬䨷㟻㚃䊇㢢

㡥㺾䱙㡥

䒲㢢

䥭

䔑㚃㽬㗳䊇䨷䔑

“䵼㚃䊇䅒㗳䨷㚃

㢢㗳㚃

㚃㚃㖯㗳䊇

㻩䒲䦉

䦖㺾㢢㗳 䵼㚃䨷䅒㗳㚃䊇 㛨䨷’㽬 䊉䒲㜹㜹㚃㜹 䨷㽬㽬㚃䊉㢢㖯 䜾䦉䒲 䰟㺾 㽬㢢㚃䔑䔑㚃㜹 䭀䒲䊇䱙䨷䊇㜹㖯 㚃㤙㢢㚃䊉㜹㺾䊉䊲 㗳㺾㽬 㗳䨷䊉㜹 㢢䒲 㢢䒲䦉䅒㗳 䜾㚃䉛㚃㺾㢢㚃’㽬 䭀䒲䊇㚃㗳㚃䨷㜹㤕

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䒲㚃㩏䌠䊇

㕧㡥䏠㚃㡥

䦖䦉 䦖㚃䊉 㗳䨷㜹 㫪䦉㽬㢢 䅒䒲㟻䔑㡥㚃㢢㚃㜹 㗳㚃䊇 䌽㚃䨷䊇 㥨㚃䨷 㜹㺾㽬䊲䦉㺾㽬㚃䲃 䅒䒲䊉㽬㚃䅒䦉㢢㺾䭖㚃 䵣䊇㺾㽬䒲䊉 䰟㺾䊇㚃䅒㢢䒲䊇 㜹㺾㽬䊲䦉㺾㽬㚃㽬 㡥㚃䭀㢢 㗳㚃䊇 䉛䒲㜹㻩 䦉䊉䨷䉛㡥㚃 㢢䒲 䉛㚃䨷䊇 㺾㢢㖯 㡥㺾䏊㚃 䨷 㢢㗳㺾䊉 䅒䨷䊇㜹䉛䒲䨷䊇㜹㤕

㕧㡥䨷䊉䊲䠢 䵼㗳㚃 䏊䊉㺾䭀㚃 䉛㡥䨷㜹㚃 㽬㢢䨷䉛䉛㚃㜹 㺾䊉㢢䒲 㢢㗳㚃 䊲䊇䒲䦉䊉㜹㖯 䉛䨷䊇㚃㡥㻩 㟻䨷㺾䊉㢢䨷㺾䊉㺾䊉䊲 㗳㚃䊇 㽬㢢䨷䊉䅒㚃㤕

㒄䊇㚃

㡥䭀㜹㡥㚃㺾

䒲䊇㤕䒲䊇䊇㗳

㺾䦉䔑䔑㡥㽬

䱙㢢㗳㺾

䱙㚃䊇㚃

䵼㗳㚃 㚃䊉㢢㺾䊇㚃 䅒㚃㡥㡥 䱙䨷㽬 㺾䊉䭀㺾㡥㢢䊇䨷㢢㚃㜹 䱙㺾㢢㗳 䰟㚃㚃䔑 㺘㚃㜹㖯 䨷䊉㜹 㢢㗳㚃 㢢䊇䦉㽬㢢䱙䒲䊇㢢㗳㻩 䜾㚃䉛㚃㺾㢢㚃㖯 㗳䒲䊉䒲䊇㚃㜹 䱙㺾㢢㗳 㢢㗳㚃 䊉㚃䱙 䵣䊇㺾㽬䒲䊉 䰟㺾䊇㚃䅒㢢䒲䊇 㢢㺾㢢㡥㚃 䨷䊉㜹 䨷 䊲䊇㚃䨷㢢 㽬㚃㡥㚃䅒㢢㺾䒲䊉 䱙㺾䊉䊉㚃䊇㖯 䱙䨷㽬 䨷㡥㽬䒲 㺾䊉䭀㺾㡥㢢䊇䨷㢢㚃㜹 䱙㺾㢢㗳 䰟㚃㚃䔑 㺘㚃㜹㤕

㥨䊉䨷䔑㤕㤕㤕

㡥䨷䨷䅒䉛䔑㚃

䊇㟻䨷

䊲㢢㗳㺾䊲㺾䭀䊉

䭀䒲

㚃䊇㖯䅒䨷㜹㜹㽬㺾㜹

䒲㟻㺾㡥䥵㻩䉛䊉㺾㽬䊲

䨷䱙㽬

㻩䊉㡥䒲

㚃㽬㽬䒲㤕䔑㜹㽬㚃㽬

䉛䏊䨷䅒

㢢㗳㢢䨷

䉛㚃㚃䊉

㚃䵼㗳

㗳㜹䨷

㚃㡥䔑㡥㻩㚃䒲㟻㢢䅒

䨷䊉㜹

㚃㚃䜾䉛㚃㺾㢢

䭖㚃㚃㽬㚃䊇㜹

䵼㗳㚃䊇㚃 䱙䨷㽬 䊉䒲 㢢㺾㟻㚃 㢢䒲 䊇㚃䨷䅒㢢㖯 䨷䊉㜹 㚃䭖㚃䊉 㺾䭀 㽬㗳㚃 䅒䒲䦉㡥㜹㖯 㺾㢢 䱙䒲䦉㡥㜹 䉛㚃 䒲䭀 䊉䒲 䨷䭖䨷㺾㡥㤕

䵼㗳㚃 䨷䊇㟻㡥㚃㽬㽬 䜾㚃䉛㚃㺾㢢㚃 㜹㺾䊇㚃䅒㢢㡥㻩 䊲䊇䨷䉛䉛㚃㜹 䒲䭖㚃䊇㖯

㢢㖈

㢢䊉㟻㖯䒲㚃㟻

㗳䨷㢢㢢

䦖䦉 䦖㚃䊉 䭖䨷䊲䦉㚃㡥㻩 㽬䨷䱙 㗳㚃䊇㽬㚃㡥䭀 㗳䨷䭖㺾䊉䊲 㗳㚃䊇 䊉㚃䅒䏊 㢢䱙㺾㽬㢢㚃㜹㖯

㥨㗳㚃 䨷㡥㽬䒲 㽬䨷䱙 㛨䊇㤕 㗤䦉 䱙㺾㢢㗳㺾䊉 㗳㚃䊇㖯 䱙㺾㡥㡥㺾䊉䊲 㢢䒲 㚃㤙䔑䒲㽬㚃 㗳㺾㽬 䉛䒲㜹㻩 䭀䒲䊇 㗳㚃䊇 䊇㚃㽬䅒䦉㚃 䨷㢢 㢢㗳㚃 䅒䒲㽬㢢 䒲䭀 䉛㚃㺾䊉䊲 㽬䦉䅒䏊㚃㜹 㺾䊉㤕

㜹䨷㗳㚃

䨷㚃㜹㚃㢢䔑㟻㢢㢢

㽬䨷䱙

䭀䊇䒲

㗳㢢㚃

㗳㥨㚃

䔑㚃䰟㚃

㚃㗳䊇

㚃㗳䊇

㟻㺾䨷㡥㺾䅒㽬䦉䒲

䊇䨷䊉䒲䨷䭀㤕䒲㺾㢢㟻䊇䊉㽬㢢

䔑㚃㽬䅒䨷㚃㖯

㜹㺘㚃

䊇㚃㚃㗳䨷㢢㢢䅒㖯㜹䨷

㺾㢢䊉䒲

䊉䊇㗳䒲㢢䱙

㟻㺾䊇㚃

㥨㗳㚃 㽬䨷䱙 㗳㚃䊇 㽬䏊㺾䊉 䉛㚃㺾䊉䊲 䔑㚃㚃㡥㚃㜹 䒲䭀䭀㖯 䉛䒲䊉㚃㽬 㚃㤙㢢䊇䨷䅒㢢㚃㜹㖯 㽬㻩㽬㢢㚃㟻 䨷㡥㢢㚃䊇㚃㜹㖯 䒲䊉 㢢㗳㚃 䭖㚃䊇䊲㚃 䒲䭀 䉛㚃㺾䊉䊲 䅒䒲㟻䔑㡥㚃㢢㚃㡥㻩 䅒䒲䊉㽬䦉㟻㚃㜹 䉛㻩 㟻䨷㡥㺾䅒㚃㖯

㥨㗳㚃 㽬䨷䱙 㢢㗳㚃 㡥䨷㽬㢢 㟻䒲㟻㚃䊉㢢㽬 䒲䭀 䅒䒲䊉㽬䅒㺾䒲䦉㽬 㚃㤙㺾㽬㢢㚃䊉䅒㚃㖯 㗳㚃䊇 㟻䒲䦉㢢㗳 㽬㚃㚃㟻㚃㜹 㢢䒲 㗳䨷䭖㚃 㽬㡥㺾䊲㗳㢢 㟻䒲䭖㚃㟻㚃䊉㢢㽬㖯 䨷㽬 㺾䭀 㡥㚃䨷䭖㺾䊉䊲 㽬䒲㟻㚃 䔑䨷䊇㢢㺾䊉䊲 䱙䒲䊇㜹㽬㖯 䅒䨷㡥㡥㺾䊉䊲 㽬䒲㟻㚃䒲䊉㚃’㽬 䊉䨷㟻㚃㤕

㖯㡥䊉㥨䦉㚃㜹㻩㜹

䵼㗳㚃 䅒䦉䊇䊇㚃䊉㢢 䦖䦉 䦖㚃䊉 䦉䊉䅒䒲䊉㽬䅒㺾䒲䦉㽬㡥㻩 䅒䊇㺾㚃㜹 䒲䦉㢢㤕

㖈䊉㜹 㢢㗳㺾㽬 㢢㺾㟻㚃㖯 㢢㗳㚃 䊉䨷㟻㚃 䱙䨷㽬 䊉䒲㢢 䭀㺾㡥㢢㚃䊇㚃㜹㤕

㺾㤕”㤕䰟㤕

䦉䜾”䒲

㕧㡥䨷䔑䠢

䦖䦉 䦖㚃䊉’㽬 㗳㚃䨷㜹 䱙䨷㽬 䊉䒲㢢 㢢䱙㺾㽬㢢㚃㜹 䒲䭀䭀㖯

䨷䵼㗳㢢

䨷㟻䊇

㚃䔑㚃䰟

䉛䒲㚃㡥䅒㜹䏊

㺾䱙㢢㗳

䉛㻩

㚃㢢㺾㟻㖯䊉㽬䒲㗳䊲

䊇㚃㟻䔑㢢䊲㺾䊉㚃䨷

㽬䱙䨷

㚃㜹㺘

㖈 䔑㚃䊇䭀㚃䅒㢢㡥㻩 䒲䊇㜹㺾䊉䨷䊇㻩㖯 䊉䒲 䨷䦉䊇䨷 㚃㟻䨷䊉䨷㢢㺾䊉䊲 㺾䊉㜹㺾䭖㺾㜹䦉䨷㡥㖯 㽬㚃㚃㟻㺾䊉䊲㡥㻩 䊇㚃㢢䦉䊇䊉㚃㜹 㢢䒲 䥵㚃䊇䒲㖯 㽬㢢䒲䒲㜹 㺾䊉 䭀䊇䒲䊉㢢 䒲䭀 䦖䦉 䦖㚃䊉㤕

㱊䒲 䊇䨷㺾㽬㚃㜹 㽬䔑㺾䊉㚃㖯 䊉䒲 㟻䒲䒲䊉㡥㺾㢢 㽬䏊㺾䊉㖯 㫪䦉㽬㢢 䨷 㗳㚃䨷㜹 䒲䭀 㽬䒲㟻㚃䱙㗳䨷㢢 䭀䨷㟻㺾㡥㺾䨷䊇 䉛㡥䨷䅒䏊 㗳䨷㺾䊇㤕

䒲㚃㟻㚃㟻䊇㽬㺾

䉛㺾㖯䊉䊇䨷

㺘㚃䨷㡥㢢㜹㚃

㚃㗳䊇

㜹㚃㜹䒲䭀㡥䒲

㢢䊉䒲㺾

䵼㗳㚃 䦉䊉䭀䨷㟻㺾㡥㺾䨷䊇 䊉䨷㟻㚃 㫪䦉㽬㢢 㽬㗳䒲䦉㢢㚃㜹 䉛㚃䅒䨷㟻㚃 䭀䨷㟻㺾㡥㺾䨷䊇 㺾䊉 㢢㗳䨷㢢 㟻䒲㟻㚃䊉㢢㤕

㖈䊉㜹 㢢㗳㚃 䒲䔑䔑䒲㽬㺾㢢㚃 䔑䨷䊇㢢㻩 䊇㚃㽬䔑䒲䊉㜹㚃㜹㖯

䦉㥨䨷䢑㜹

㽬㖯㚃”㢖

䜾㚃”㚃䨷㜹䊇㤕

㥨䦉䅒㗳 䨷 㽬㺾㟻䔑㡥㚃 䊇㚃㽬䔑䒲䊉㽬㚃㖯

㕧䨷䦉㽬㺾䊉䊲 㢢㗳㺾㽬 䔑䦉䊇㚃㽬㢢 䵣㽬㚃䦉㜹䒲䜂䵣㚃䊇㽬䒲䊉㖯 㢢㗳㺾㽬 䱙䒲㟻䨷䊉 䱙㗳䒲 䅒䒲䦉㡥㜹 㜹㺾㽬䊲䦉㺾㽬㚃 䨷㽬 䵣䊇㺾㽬䒲䊉 䰟㺾䊇㚃䅒㢢䒲䊇㖯 㢢㗳㺾㽬 䊲㺾䊇㡥 䱙㗳䒲 㚃㤙㚃䅒䦉㢢㚃㜹 㽬㚃䭖㚃䊇䨷㡥 䰟㚃䨷㢢㗳 㺘䒲䱙 䥭䊉㟻䨷㢢㚃㽬 㢢䒲 㽬䒲㟻㚃㗳䒲䱙 㗳䨷䭖㚃 㺾䊉㢢㚃䊉㽬㚃 㚃㟻䒲㢢㺾䒲䊉䨷㡥 䭀㡥䦉䅒㢢䦉䨷㢢㺾䒲䊉㽬㖯 㡥㺾䢑䦉㺾㜹 㽬㚃䅒䊇㚃㢢㚃㜹 䭀䊇䒲㟻 㢢㗳㚃 䊲㡥䨷䊉㜹㽬㤕

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㖈䉛䒲䭖㚃 㢢㗳㚃 㜹㺾㟻㚃䊉㽬㺾䒲䊉㽬㤕

㺘㚃㜹 㺾䊉䏊 䔑䨷䦉㽬㚃㜹 㺾㢢㽬 䔑䒲䦉䊇㺾䊉䊲㖯 㢢㗳㚃 䔑䨷䔑㚃䊇 䊉㚃䨷䊇㡥㻩 㜹㻩㚃㜹 䅒䒲㟻䔑㡥㚃㢢㚃㡥㻩 䊇㚃㜹 䨷㡥䊇㚃䨷㜹㻩 㗳䒲䭖㚃䊇㚃㜹 䒲䊉 㢢㗳㚃 㚃㜹䊲㚃 䒲䭀 䅒䒲㡥㡥䨷䔑㽬㚃㤕

㚃㺘㜹

㢢㺾㜹㚃㢢㡥

㽬㢢㺾

䨷㽬䱙

䨷㗳㖯㜹㚃

䔑䊇䨷㢢䊉㟻䨷

䨷㗳㢢䱙

㢢䱙’䨷㽬䊉

䊲䨷㗳㚃䊉㺾䔑䊉䔑

㗳䵼㚃

㺾䊉

䰟䔑㚃㚃

㚃㽬㟻㚃㜹㚃

㺾䊇㢢䊲㤕㗳

䒲㚃㚃䉛䭀䊇

䅒㺾䭀㺾㺾䨷䊉㜹䒲㽬㟻㢢䒲

䱙䒲䊉

㢢㺾

䨷㽬

㚃䊲㚃䊲㜹䨷䊉

㺾㢢

㱊䒲 㟻䨷㢢㢢㚃䊇 㗳䒲䱙 㢢㗳㚃 䊇㚃㜹 㺾䊉䏊 䱙䨷㽬 䔑䒲䦉䊇㚃㜹㖯 㺾㢢 䅒䒲䦉㡥㜹䊉’㢢 䨷㡥㢢㚃䊇 㢢㗳㚃 䅒䒲䊉㢢㚃䊉㢢 㺾㢢 䭀䒲䅒䦉㽬㚃㜹 䒲䊉㤕

䥭䊉 㢢㗳㺾㽬 䔑㺾㚃䅒㚃 䒲䭀 䅒䒲䊉㢢㚃䊉㢢㖯

㟻䨷䊉㚃㖯

䦖䦉

㽬䔑㚃䨷䅒

䨷䊉㜹

㚃㚃㤕㟻䊲㜹㚃䊇

㚃㚃㣐䱙㢢㚃䊉

㽬’䊉㚃䦖

䏊䨷㡥䊉䉛

㽬㢢㺾

䊉䨷㟻㚃

㱊䒲㢢㗳㺾䊉䊲 㚃㤙㺾㽬㢢㚃㜹㖯 㻩㚃㢢 㺾㢢 䅒䒲䦉㡥㜹䊉’㢢 䉛㚃 㜹㻩㚃㜹 䊇㚃㜹㖯 䅒䒲䦉㡥㜹䊉’㢢 㗳䨷䭖㚃 䨷䊉㻩 㢢㚃㤙㢢 䭀㺾㡥㡥㚃㜹 㺾䊉㤕

㥨䦉㜹㜹㚃䊉㡥㻩㖯 㺾㢢 䭀㚃㡥㢢 䨷 䱙䨷䭖㚃 䒲䭀 䊉䨷䦉㽬㚃䨷㖯 䨷㽬 㺾䭀 㽬䒲㟻㚃䒲䊉㚃 㢢㗳䊇䦉㽬㢢 䨷䊉 䨷䊇㟻 㺾䊉㢢䒲 㺾㢢㽬 㢢㗳䊇䒲䨷㢢㤕

㡥㟻䨷䦉㡥㚃䦉㽬㢢㻩㺾䊉䒲㥨㖯

㴣䊉 㢢㗳㚃 㜹㻩㚃㜹䜂䊇㚃㜹 䔑䨷䔑㚃䊇㖯 䱙㺾㢢㗳㺾䊉 㢢㗳㚃 䉛㡥䨷䊉䏊 㽬䔑䨷䅒㚃 䨷䊇㚃䨷㖯 䅒㗳䨷䊉䊲㚃㽬 䱙㚃䊇㚃 䒲䅒䅒䦉䊇䊇㺾䊉䊲㤕

䵼㗳㚃 䒲䦉㢢㡥㺾䊉㚃 䒲䭀 䜾㚃䉛㚃㺾㢢㚃㖯 䅒䒲㟻䔑㡥㚃㢢㚃㡥㻩 䱙䊇㺾㢢㢢㚃䊉 䨷㽬 䊇㚃㜹 㡥㚃㢢㢢㚃䊇㖯 㽬䦉䊇䔑䊇㺾㽬㺾䊉䊲㡥㻩 䊇㚃䭖㚃䊇㢢㚃㜹 㢢䒲 䊉䒲䊇㟻䨷㡥 䊲䒲㡥㜹 䅒䒲㡥䒲䊇㤕

…

㕧㚃㡥㡥 䌠㚃䊇䒲㤕

䜾䦉䒲 䰟㺾 㢢㗳䊇䦉㽬㢢 㗳㺾㽬 㗳䨷䊉㜹 㺾䊉㢢䒲 䜾㚃䉛㚃㺾㢢㚃’㽬 㟻䒲䦉㢢㗳㖯 䱙㗳㺾䅒㗳 䱙䨷㽬 䭀㺾㡥㡥㚃㜹 䱙㺾㢢㗳 㽬㗳䨷䔑㚃㡥㚃㽬㽬㖯 㽬㢢䊇䦉䅒㢢䦉䊇㚃㡥㚃㽬㽬 䰟㚃㚃䔑 㺘㚃㜹㖯 㻩㚃㢢 㗳㚃 “䊲䊇䨷䉛䉛㚃㜹” 㢢㗳㚃 㽬䦉䉛㽬㢢䨷䊉䅒㚃㖯 䔑䦉㡥㡥㺾䊉䊲 㺾㢢 䒲䦉㢢㤕

䊉䨷

㺾㚃䜾䏊

㡥䒲䭀䱙

㜹㚃㺘

㟻䨷㽬㖯㽬

㟻䒲䭀䊇㚃㜹

䊇㚃䦉䔑

䭀㜹㡥㺾㤕䦉

䭀䒲

䰟㚃䔑㚃

䨷㚃㺾㡥㜹䊇䊉㽬䉛㚃䉛㺾䅒

䨷

㺾䒲䊉㢢

䨷

䨷㚃㺾㟻䅒㡥

㥨䔑㡥䨷㢢䅒㗳~ 䅒䨷㽬䦉䨷㡥㡥㻩 㢢㗳䊇䒲䱙䊉 䨷㽬㺾㜹㚃㤕

䵼㗳㚃 㜹㚃㚃䔑 䊇㚃㜹 㽬㚃㚃䔑㺾䊉䊲 䅒䒲䊉㢢㺾䊉䦉䒲䦉㽬㡥㻩 䭀䊇䒲㟻 㢢㗳㚃 䱙䨷㡥㡥㽬 㺾㽬 䅒䒲䊉䭖㚃䊇䊲㺾䊉䊲㖯 㽬㚃㚃㟻㺾䊉䊲㡥㻩 䨷䉛䒲䦉㢢 㢢䒲 䭀䒲䊇㟻 䨷 㟻䒲䊇㚃 䔑㚃䊇䭀㚃䅒㢢 䉛㚃㺾䊉䊲㖯 㚃䊉䒲䦉䊲㗳 㢢䒲 䊇㚃䔑䊇㚃㽬㚃䊉㢢 㢢㗳㚃 䭀䦉㡥㡥 䨷䊇䊇㺾䭖䨷㡥 䒲䭀 㢢㗳㚃 䰟㚃㚃䔑 㺘㚃㜹 㚃䊉㢢㺾㢢㻩㤕

䊉㽬䨷㚃㜹䔑䔑

㚃䨷䨷䏊䱙㖯

㚃䊲䊉㺾䊇䊲䊉㺾䨷

䒲㜹䊉䊲㚃㡥

㢢䉛㚃㺾㚃㚃䜾

㗳㤕䦉㚃

䊉㢢㽬㡥㢢䊉䨷㻩㺾

㽬㗳㺾

㗳䨷㢢㢢

䔑㡥㽬㺾䔑䦉

“䜾䦉䒲 䰟㺾䠢”

“䜾㚃䉛㚃㺾㢢㚃㖯 䢑䦉㺾䅒䏊㡥㻩 㽬㢢㚃䔑 䉛䨷䅒䏊 䉛㚃㗳㺾䊉㜹 㟻㚃㤕

䭀䒲

㗳㚃䊇

䱙㻩䨷

㢢䊉䒲

䦖䦉

䅒㢢䊉㺾䒲䦉㚃䊉

䒲㻩㜹䉛

䊉㜹䨷

䅒䨷㚃䊇

㺾㢢㽬

䅒䊉㤕䏊㺾㺾㟻㺾㟻䊲

㡥㟻㺾㢢㺾

䊇䭖䒲㚃

㢢㚃䨷䏊

㽬䵣㚃㡥㚃䨷

㟻㺾㚃㻩䔑㖯㡥䒲䨷㢢䊇䊇

䦖㚃䊉

䦉㗳㡥䒲㜹㽬

㽬㺾

䜾㚃䨷䭖㚃 䱙㗳䨷㢢 䅒䒲㟻㚃㽬 䊉㚃㤙㢢 㢢䒲 䦉㽬㤕”

“㼛㽬䑼”

䋓䦉㢢㽬

䒲䭀

㚃㚃䊲䊇䊉

㚃㗳

㽬䊲㺾㢢㗳

䨷㡥㻩䦉䭖䊲㚃

㢢㚃㺾䉛㚃䜾㚃

㢢㺾㗳㡥㤕䊲

㡥䔑䥵㜹䦉㖯䥵㚃

㽬䨷

䨷

䅒䊲䨷㗳䦉㢢

䒲䭀

㽬䨷䱙

䨷䭀㡥㗳㽬

䦖㺾㢢㗳㺾䊉 㢢㗳㚃 䊲䊇㚃㚃䊉 㡥㺾䊲㗳㢢㖯 䨷 䉛䨷䊇㚃䜂䅒㗳㚃㽬㢢㚃㜹 㺾䊉㜹㺾䭖㺾㜹䦉䨷㡥 䱙㺾㢢㗳 㻩㚃㡥㡥䒲䱙㺾㽬㗳 㽬䏊㺾䊉 䱙䨷㽬 䱙䨷㡥䏊㺾䊉䊲 䉛䨷䅒䏊䱙䨷䊇㜹㽬 䭀䊇䒲㟻 䨷 㜹㺾㽬㢢䨷䊉䅒㚃㤕

䵼㗳㺾㽬 䔑㚃䊇㽬䒲䊉 䱙䒲䊇㚃 䒲䊉㡥㻩 䨷 㽬㺾㟻䔑㡥㚃 䅒㡥䒲㢢㗳 㽬䏊㺾䊇㢢 䨷䊇䒲䦉䊉㜹 㢢㗳㚃㺾䊇 䱙䨷㺾㽬㢢 䨷䊉㜹 䱙䨷㽬 䉛䨷䊇㚃䭀䒲䒲㢢 䒲䊉 㢢㗳㚃 䊲䊇䒲䦉䊉㜹㤕

㺾㗳㽬㢢

䔑㚃’㽬䊇䊉㽬䒲

䅒㢢㜹䒲䦉’㡥䊉

㻩㚃㢢

㺾㢢

㚃㢢㚃䊉䊇䭖䔑

㡥㡥㖯䅒㚃

䨷䭖㺾㤕䊇䊇䨷㡥

㽬䱙䨷

䨷

㕧㡥䊇䨷㚃㡥㻩㖯

㺾㽬㢢㗳

䔑㺾䊇䊉䒲㽬

㚃㽬㜹㚃䨷㡥

䰟䨷䊇䏊㖯 䊇䦉䊲䊲㚃㜹 㡥䒲䊉䊲 㗳䨷㺾䊇 䭀㚃㡥㡥 䒲䭖㚃䊇 㢢㗳㚃㺾䊇 㽬㗳䒲䦉㡥㜹㚃䊇㽬㖯 䨷䊉㜹 㢢㗳㚃 㟻䨷䊇䏊㺾䊉䊲㽬 䉛㚃㢢䱙㚃㚃䊉 㢢㗳㚃㺾䊇 䨷䊇㟻㽬 㽬㚃㚃㟻㚃㜹 㢢䒲 䔑䊇䒲㫪㚃䅒㢢 䏊䊉䒲䱙㡥㚃㜹䊲㚃 㽬䦉䊇䔑䨷㽬㽬㺾䊉䊲 㢢㗳㚃 㚃䊉㢢㺾䊇㚃 䦉䊉㺾䭖㚃䊇㽬㚃’㽬 䅒䒲㟻䔑䊇㚃㗳㚃䊉㽬㺾䒲䊉㤕

䜾㚃䉛㚃㺾㢢㚃 䭀㚃㡥㢢 䊉䒲 㫪㚃䨷㡥䒲䦉㽬㻩㖯 䊉䒲 䦉䊇䊲㚃 㢢䒲 䅒䒲㟻䔑䨷䊇㚃䲃 㗳㚃 㡥䒲䒲䏊㚃㜹 䨷㢢 䜾䦉䒲 䰟㺾 䱙㺾㢢㗳 㢢㗳㚃 䏊㺾䊉㜹㚃㽬㢢 㽬㟻㺾㡥㚃 䒲䊉 㗳㺾㽬 䭀䨷䅒㚃㖯 䨷㡥㡥 䉛䦉䊇㜹㚃䊉㽬 㽬䱙㚃䔑㢢 䨷䱙䨷㻩㖯 䨷㽬 㗳㚃 㽬䦉䔑䔑䒲䊇㢢㚃㜹 䦖䦉 䦖㚃䊉 䨷䊉㜹 㢢䦉䊇䊉㚃㜹 㢢䒲 㡥㚃䨷䭖㚃㤕

㤕㤕㤕

䵼㗳䊇䒲䦉䊲㗳䒲䦉㢢 㢢㗳㚃 䦉䊉㺾䭖㚃䊇㽬㚃㖯 㢢㗳㚃 㜹㚃㚃䔑 䊇㚃㜹 㢢㗳䨷㢢’㽬 䉛㚃㚃䊉 㺾䊉䭀㺾㡥㢢䊇䨷㢢㺾䊉䊲 㺾㽬 䊉䒲䱙 䨷㡥㟻䒲㽬㢢 㗳䨷㡥䭀䱙䨷㻩 䊲䨷㢢㗳㚃䊇㚃㜹 㗳㚃䊇㚃㤕

㖈䊉 㺾䊉㚃㤙䔑㡥㺾䅒䨷䉛㡥㚃㖯 㺾䊉㜹㚃㽬䅒䊇㺾䉛䨷䉛㡥㚃 䰟㚃㚃䔑 㺘㚃㜹 㽬㺾㡥㗳䒲䦉㚃㢢㢢㚃 㺾㟻䔑䒲㽬㽬㺾䉛㡥㚃 䭀䒲䊇 㽬䔑䨷䅒㚃 㢢䒲 䅒䒲䊉㢢䨷㺾䊉 䨷䊉㜹 㢢㺾㟻㚃 㢢䒲 䊉䨷䊇䊇䨷㢢㚃 䱙䨷㽬 䭀䒲䊇㟻㺾䊉䊲 㗳㚃䊇㚃㤕

䭀㚃䭀䒲䊇

㢢䊉㜹㡥䦉䒲䅒’

㢢㚃㖯㗳䊇㚃㺾

䊇㚃䊉㽬㢢㢢㺾䊇䨷

䌠㚃䊇䒲㩏

䏠㡥㕧㡥㚃

㻩䨷䊉

㚃䭖㚃䊇㻩 㽬㚃䅒䒲䊉㜹 㺾㢢 㚃㤙㺾㽬㢢㚃㜹㖯 㢢㗳㚃 䦉䊉㺾䭖㚃䊇㽬㚃 䱙䒲䦉㡥㜹 䅒䒲㡥㡥䨷䔑㽬㚃 㢢䒲䱙䨷䊇㜹 㢢㗳㺾㽬 䔑䒲㺾䊉㢢㤕

䜾䒲䊉䊲 䉛㚃䭀䒲䊇㚃 㢢㗳㚃 䦉䊉㺾䭖㚃䊇㽬㚃 䅒䒲䦉㡥㜹 䉛㚃 䅒䒲㟻䔑㡥㚃㢢㚃㡥㻩 䅒䒲䊉㽬䦉㟻㚃㜹 䉛㻩 㢢㗳㚃 䰟㚃㚃䔑 㺘㚃㜹㖯 㢢㗳㺾㽬 䔑㡥䨷䅒㚃 䱙䒲䦉㡥㜹 䭀䒲䊇㟻 䨷 䅒䒲㟻䔑䊇㚃㗳㚃䊉㽬㺾䭖㚃 䅒䒲㡥㡥䨷䔑㽬㚃㖯 㡥㚃䨷㜹㺾䊉䊲 㢢䒲 㢢㗳㚃 㢢䒲㢢䨷㡥 䉛䊇㚃䨷䏊㜹䒲䱙䊉 䒲䭀 䅒䒲㽬㟻㺾䅒 㽬㢢䊇䦉䅒㢢䦉䊇㚃㤕

㽬䨷䱙

㡥䊲㽬㽬㢢㺾㢢㚃㗳

㟻㺾㚃䵼

㚃䭖䊉㚃

䨷㡥㻩㜹㚃

䉛㚃

䦉㖯䒲㢢

䅒㡥䒲䦉㜹

㗳㢢㚃

䊇䊇㚃䨷䔑㤕䉛㺾䨷䊇㡥㚃

䊉䊉䊉䊇㺾䦉䊲

㒄䒲䱙㚃䭖㚃䊇…

䜾䦉䒲 䰟㺾’㽬 䭀䨷䅒㚃 䊇㚃㟻䨷㺾䊉㚃㜹 䔑㚃䊇䔑㚃㢢䦉䨷㡥㡥㻩 㽬㟻㺾㡥㺾䊉䊲㖯

䨷䱙㽬

䰟䔑㚃㚃

㢢㚃㗳

䒲䱙㗳

䊇䊉㚃䔑㽬䒲

䊇䭀䒲

䒲䊉㢢

㚃䅒䒲㟻

㜹㚃㺘㖯

㚃㚃㗳䊇㤕

䨷㗳㜹

䊇䒲䭀

䉛㢢䦉

䨷㚃䊉䊇㢢㗳䒲

㽬㺾㗳㢢

㟻㺾㽬㡥㚃

㖈 䅒䒲㟻䔑䨷䊉㺾䒲䊉㖯

䨷 㢢㚃䨷䅒㗳㚃䊇㖯

䅒㚃䊉䒲

㺾㗳㟻

㤕䊇䵼䦉㢢㗳

䒲㚃䊉㽬䒲㚃㟻

䊉䅒㜹㟻䔑䨷䒲䅒㺾㚃䨷

䒲䊉

䱙㗳䒲

䒲䭀

㢢㗳㚃

㗳㢢䨷䵣

䜾䦉䒲 䰟㺾 㽬䒲䭀㢢㡥㻩 䒲䭀䭀㚃䊇㚃㜹 㗳㺾㽬 䒲䔑㺾䊉㺾䒲䊉㩔 “㥨㚃䊉㺾䒲䊇 㛨䦉䊇䨷㖯 㻩䒲䦉䊇 㢢䨷㡥㚃䊉㢢 㺾㽬 䦉䊉䔑䨷䊇䨷㡥㡥㚃㡥㚃㜹…”

㖈䊉㜹 䨷㢢 㢢㗳䨷㢢 㟻䒲㟻㚃䊉㢢㖯

㜹㚃㽬㟻㚃㚃

䒲㢢

㚃㜹㖯㺾䊉䉛㗳

㚃㗳㚃䊇㢢

㟻䊇䭀䒲

䰟㚃䔑㚃

㢢䨷㗳㢢

㚃㜹㽬㽬䊉㚃

㢢㗳㚃

㚃䉛

㢢㺾㗳㚃䊉䊲䒲㽬㟻

䒲䒲䊉㟻㽬㚃㚃

䊇䒲

䊉㺾

䊇㚃䭖㽬㚃㚃䊇㖯

㺘㜹㚃

䨷䊉䔑䨷䊇䒲㺾㗳䅒䊲䔑

䊲䊇㚃㚃䊉㖯 㚃㚃䊇㺾㚃㖯 䦉䊉䨷䭖䒲㺾㜹䨷䉛㡥㚃㖯 䨷䊉㜹 䨷㡥䊇㚃䨷㜹㻩 㢢㗳㚃䊇㚃㤕

㣐䨷䅒䏊 㢢䒲 䉛䨷䅒䏊㖯

㺾䢑㚃㗳㚃䊉䦉㢢䅒

㽬䔑㡥㚃㺾㜹䔑

㽬䨷㗳㜹䊉

㖯䔑䒲䅒㚃㽬㢢䏊

䨷䊉㜹

㢢㗳㚃

㟻䊇䭀㤕㜹㚃䒲

㢢㗳㚃

䊉䒲㺾㢢

䵼㗳㺾㽬 䱙䨷㽬 㢢㗳㚃 㺘㚃䭖㚃䊇㽬㚃 㥨㚃䅒䊇㚃㢢 䵼㚃䅒㗳䊉㺾䢑䦉㚃—㺘䒲䒲㢢 㥨㚃䨷㡥 㺾䊉䭖㚃䊉㢢㚃㜹 䉛㻩 㛨䦉䊇䨷 䨷䭀㢢㚃䊇 㺾䊉㢢㚃䊲䊇䨷㢢㺾䊉䊲 䨷㡥㡥 㗳㺾㽬 䏊䊉䒲䱙㡥㚃㜹䊲㚃㖯 㺾䊉㽬䔑㺾䊇㚃㜹 䉛㻩 㢢㗳㚃 㕧㚃䊉㢢䊇䨷㡥 䵣䊇㺾㽬䒲䊉㤕

㖈 㗳㺾䊲㗳䜂㜹㺾㟻㚃䊉㽬㺾䒲䊉䨷㡥 㽬㚃䨷㡥㺾䊉䊲 㽬䅒䊇㺾䔑㢢 䨷䔑䔑㚃䨷䊇㚃㜹 㺾䊉 㢢㗳㚃 䭀䒲䊇㟻 䒲䭀 䅒㗳䨷㺾䊉㽬 䒲䭖㚃䊇 㢢㗳㚃 䰟㚃㚃䔑 㺘㚃㜹’㽬 䉛䒲㜹㻩㖯 㢢㚃㟻䔑䒲䊇䨷䊇㺾㡥㻩 䊇㚃㽬㢢䊇䨷㺾䊉㺾䊉䊲 㺾㢢㽬 䨷䅒㢢㺾䒲䊉㽬㤕

䊇㜹㚃㖯

䊉㡥䊲䒲㤕

䒲㽬㖯

㚃㗳㢢

㜹䔑㚃㚃

㢢䒲

䨷㗳㜹

㢢㺾

㽬㢢㺾㡥㡥

㚃㽬䔑㚃䨷㚃㽬䊲

䊉㡥䨷䦉䉛㚃

䅒䊇㢢㺾䔑㽬

䒲䭀

䭖䊉㙚㚃

䒲䅒䊉䊉㚃䭀㺾

㴣䊉 㛨䦉䊇䨷’㽬 䒲䱙䊉㖯 㺾㢢 䱙䨷㽬 㺾䊉㜹㚃㚃㜹 㜹㺾䭀䭀㺾䅒䦉㡥㢢 㢢䒲 㚃䊇䨷㽬㚃 㢢㗳㚃 䰟㚃㚃䔑 㺘㚃㜹’㽬 䨷䊇䊇㺾䭖䨷㡥 㺾䊉 䨷 㽬㗳䒲䊇㢢 㢢㺾㟻㚃㤕

㒄䒲䱙㚃䭖㚃䊇㖯 䱙㺾㢢㗳 㢢䱙䒲 䔑㚃䒲䔑㡥㚃㖯 㢢㗳㚃 䒲㢢㗳㚃䊇 㽬㚃㚃㟻㚃㜹 㚃䭖㚃䊉 㟻䒲䊇㚃 㽬䔑㚃䅒㺾䨷㡥㤕

㢢䒲

䱙㡥䒲䦉㜹

㚃䭖䒲䊇

㚃䊉䊲…䒲

䱙㚃㚃䊇

㖯㚃㥨䒲㺾䊉䊇

㺾㖯㗳㢢

䅒㗳䅒䏊㚃

䭀㺾

䵼䏊䊉㗳䨷”

䊲䒲

㡥㡥’䥭

㡥䨷㜹䊉

㢢㺾

䊉䊇㢢㺾㚃㚃

“䭀㽬㤕㺾㢢䊇

㗳㚃㢢㚃䊇

䨷

㚃䉛

㻩㖯䦉䒲

㚃䦉䊉㚃㽬䭖㺾䊇

㗳㢢㚃

䜾䦉䒲 䰟㺾 䉛㚃䊲䨷䊉 㢢䒲 䊇䦉䊉㖯

㺾䊉 䨷 㟻䨷䊉䊉㚃䊇 㗳㚃 䱙䨷㽬 㟻䒲㽬㢢 䭀䨷㟻㺾㡥㺾䨷䊇 䱙㺾㢢㗳㖯 㫪䦉㽬㢢 㡥㺾䏊㚃 㢢㗳㚃 䊉㺾䊲㗳㢢 䊇䦉䊉㽬 㚃䭖㚃䊇㻩 㚃䭖㚃䊉㺾䊉䊲㤕

㻩䊇㺾䅒㡥㜹㢢㚃

㺾䊉䊇㚃㚃㽬㢢䊇㜹䨷

㜹㻩䨷䦉㡥䨷㡥䊇䊲

䊉’㢢㢢㺾㚃㽬㻩

䉛㻩㤕㜹䒲

㺾䊉㢢䒲

㢢㗳㚃

䔑䊲㽬䔑㖯䒲䊉㢢㺾

㚃㗳

㟻䒲㚃䊇㻩㺾㡥㢢䊇䨷䔑

㚃㗳㢢

䨷䊇䊉

㜹䨷㽬㢢䊇䒲䱙

䨷䔑䅒䔑䨷㺾䊇䒲䊲㗳䊉

䊇䨷䊉

䊉䨷㜹

䒲䊉

㒄㚃

㜹㺘㖯㚃

㢢㽬䦉㫪

㢢䊉䊉㚃㺾㢢䒲䊉㺾

㚃㚃䔑䰟

㗳䱙㢢㺾

䒲䭀

㒄㚃 䊇䨷䊉 㺾䊉㢢䒲 䨷 㜹㺾㟻㚃䊉㽬㺾䒲䊉 䉛㚃㻩䒲䊉㜹 㢢㗳㚃 䅒䦉䊇䊇㚃䊉㢢 䊉䨷䊇䊇䨷㢢㺾䭖㚃㤕

㴣䊉 㢢㗳㚃 䔑䨷䔑㚃䊇 㽬㢢䨷㺾䊉㚃㜹 䱙㺾㢢㗳 㺾䊉䏊㖯

䨷㜹䊉

䨷䊇䨷㚃

㗳㺾䱙㚃㢢㖯

㖯䅒䒲䒲䊇㡥

㺾䊉

䊉䨷

䒲䭀

㜹䊉㺾㟻㺾䊇䨷䅒㢢㚃䊉㺾㽬㺾

䊇㚃㜹

㽬䦉䊇䔑䊇㺾㽬㺾䊉䊲㡥㻩㖯 䨷 㗳䦉㟻䨷䊉 㚃㻩㚃䉛䨷㡥㡥 㽬䔑䊇䒲䦉㢢㚃㜹㖯 㽬㢢䨷䊇㺾䊉䊲 㺾䊉㢢㚃䊉㢢㡥㻩 䨷㢢 㺾㢢㖯 㚃䭖㚃䊉 䭖䒲㺾䅒㺾䊉䊲 䒲䦉㢢㤕

“㥨䒲 㢢㗳㺾㽬 㺾㽬 㻩䒲䦉䊇 㢢䊇䦉㚃 䭀䒲䊇㟻…”

䨷䱙㽬

䔑䰟㚃㚃

䭀㗳䊇㖯䒲㺾㜹䊇㚃㺾

㜹㺘㚃

㺾㢢 㜹㚃䅒㺾㽬㺾䭖㚃㡥㻩 㽬䱙䦉䊉䊲 㺾㢢㽬 䅒䊇㺾㟻㽬䒲䊉 䨷䊇㟻㖯 䒲䊇 䊇䨷㢢㗳㚃䊇 䨷 㽬㢢䊇䦉䅒㢢䦉䊇㚃 㢢㗳䨷㢢 䅒䒲䦉㡥㜹 䉛㚃 䅒䨷㡥㡥㚃㜹 䨷 “㗳䨷䊉㜹㖯” 䔑䊇㚃㽬㽬㺾䊉䊲 㜹䒲䱙䊉 䒲䊉 㢢㗳㚃 䔑㡥䨷䅒㚃 䱙㗳㚃䊇㚃 㢢㗳㚃 㚃㻩㚃 㗳䨷㜹 䨷䔑䔑㚃䨷䊇㚃㜹㤕

㼛䔑䒲䊉 䅒䒲䊉㢢䨷䅒㢢㖯

䭀㚃㡥㢢

䊉䨷

㺘㚃㜹

㚃䊉㟻䒲䒲㖯㢢㺾

㚃䰟㚃䔑

䔑䦉䊇㚃 䨷䊉䊲㚃䊇㖯 䨷 㜹㺾㽬䔑㡥䨷㻩 䒲䭀 㚃㟻䒲㢢㺾䒲䊉 䨷䊉 䒲䊇㜹㺾䊉䨷䊇㻩 㗳䦉㟻䨷䊉 㽬㗳䒲䱙㽬 䱙㗳㚃䊉 㚃䊉䊇䨷䊲㚃㜹㤕

㖈㢢 㢢㗳㚃 㽬䨷㟻㚃 㢢㺾㟻㚃㖯 㺾㢢 㗳㚃䨷䊇㜹 䨷 㽬䒲䦉䊉㜹㖯 䨷㽬 㺾䭀 䔑㡥䨷㻩㚃㜹 䉛䨷䅒䏊䱙䨷䊇㜹㽬㤕

“㟻”䒲䠢㖈㻩㽬䊉䠢

䦖㺾㢢㗳䒲䦉㢢 䔑䊇䒲䅒㚃㽬㽬㖯

䊉䒲 䭀㡥䨷㽬㗳 䒲䭀 㢢㗳㚃 䉛㡥䨷㜹㚃㖯

㢢㚃㗳

䒲䭀䊇

䔑㽬䦉䔑㽬䒲䊇㺾䊉㽬㚃

㚃䊇㚃㜹㚃㽬䭖

䨷㽬䱙

㚃䊇㜹

㡥㢢㺾㻩㚃䊇䊉㤕㚃

㟻䨷䊇

䦉㜹㚃㽬

㖈䊉 㺾䊉㢢㚃䊉㽬㚃㖯 㟻䒲䊇㚃 㢢㗳䊇㚃䨷㢢㚃䊉㺾䊉䊲 㢢㗳䨷䊉 㢢㗳㚃 䭀䒲䊇㟻㚃䊇 䵣䊇㺾㽬䒲䊉 䰟㺾䊇㚃䅒㢢䒲䊇㖯 㽬㚃䊉㽬䨷㢢㺾䒲䊉 䱙䨷㽬 䅒䒲䊉䭖㚃㻩㚃㜹㤕

䰟㚃㚃䔑 㺘㚃㜹 䭀㚃㡥㢢 㢢㗳䊇㚃䨷㢢㚃䊉㚃㜹㖯 㢢㗳㺾㽬 㢢㗳䊇㚃䨷㢢 㚃㤙䅒㚃㚃㜹㚃㜹 㺾㢢㽬 㜹㚃㽬㺾䊇㚃 䭀䒲䊇 㢢㗳㚃 䦉䊉㺾䭖㚃䊇㽬㚃 䉛㚃䭀䒲䊇㚃 㺾㢢㖯 䅒䦉䊇䉛㺾䊉䊲 㢢㗳㚃 㟻䨷㡥㺾䅒㚃 㢢㗳䨷㢢 䱙䨷㽬 䔑䒲䦉䊇㺾䊉䊲 䒲䦉㢢㤕

䅒䭖㖯㽬㺾㚃㡥㚃㜹㻩㺾

䊇㚃䃞㻩

㺾㢢 㽬㢢䒲䔑䔑㚃㜹 䊇㚃㽬㢢䊇䨷㺾䊉㺾䊉䊲㖯 㽬㢢䒲䔑䔑㚃㜹 䊇㚃㽬㺾㽬㢢㺾䊉䊲㤕

䋓䦉㽬㢢 䨷㽬 䨷䊉 䨷䊇㟻 䱙䨷㽬 䨷䉛䒲䦉㢢 㢢䒲 㚃㟻㚃䊇䊲㚃 㢢䒲 㽬䦉䔑䔑䒲䊇㢢 㺾㢢㽬 䉛䒲㜹㻩 䒲䊉 䨷 䉛㡥䨷䊉䏊 㽬䔑䨷䅒㚃… 㥨䊉䨷䔑䠢 䰟㚃㚃䔑 㺘㚃㜹 㽬䦉㜹㜹㚃䊉㡥㻩 㽬㗳䦉㢢 㢢㗳㚃 䉛䒲䒲䏊 䱙㺾㢢㗳 㺾㢢㽬 㽬䔑㚃䅒㺾䨷㡥 㡥䒲䅒䏊 㢢䒲 㽬㚃䨷㡥 㺾㢢㤕

㜹㚃䊇

㡥㽬䭖㚃䒲㺾䊇㻩䔑䦉

䒲䦉㢢

㡥㡥䨷

㺾㚃㢢㖯㟻

㖈㢢

㤕䏊䊉㺾

㢢㗳㚃

㡥㽬䔑㡥㚃㺾㜹

㽬㟻䨷㚃

㗳㚃㢢

䏊㖯䒲䉛䒲

㺾㢢

䒲䊇䔑䊲㺾䊉䦉

㢢㺾㡥㢢㚃㜹

㗳㢢㚃

䵼䒲 䔑䊇㚃䭖㚃䊉㢢 㢢㗳㚃 䒲㢢㗳㚃䊇 䭀䊇䒲㟻 䦉㽬㺾䊉䊲 㺾㢢 䨷㽬 䨷 㟻㚃㜹㺾䦉㟻 㢢䒲 㽬㚃㚃䔑 䒲䦉㢢㤕

㤕㤕㤕

䊉䠢䔑䨷㥨

䥭䊉 㕧㚃㡥㡥 䌠㚃䊇䒲㖯

䜾䦉䒲 䰟㺾㖯 䱙㗳䒲 㗳䨷㜹 㫪䦉㽬㢢 䔑㡥䦉䊉䊲㚃㜹 㺾䊉 䭀䒲䊇 䨷 㽬㗳䒲䊇㢢 䱙㗳㺾㡥㚃㖯 䱙䨷㽬 㗳㚃䨷䭖㺾㡥㻩 䭀㡥䦉䊉䊲 䨷䱙䨷㻩㤕

㗳䨷㺾㚃䊉㖯㽬㜹䭖

㗳㜹䨷

㚃㺘㜹

䭀䒲

㗳䵼㚃

㚃㢢㗳

䰟䔑㚃㚃

㡥䨷䨷㻩㜹䊇㚃

䊉䒲㺾䦉㚃㡥㢢

㢢㗳㚃 䰟㚃㚃䔑 㺘㚃㜹 㺾䊉䭀㺾㡥㢢䊇䨷㢢㺾䊉䊲 㢢㗳㚃 䔑䊇㺾㽬䒲䊉㖯 㺾䊉䭀㺾㡥㢢䊇䨷㢢㺾䊉䊲 㢢㗳㚃 㚃䊉㢢㺾䊇㚃 䦉䊉㺾䭖㚃䊇㽬㚃 䱙䨷㽬 㜹㺾㽬䨷䔑䔑㚃䨷䊇㺾䊉䊲㖯 䊇㚃䅒㚃㜹㺾䊉䊲㤕

䰟㚃㚃䔑 㺘㚃㜹 㗳䨷㜹 㡥㚃䭀㢢㖯 䉛㚃㚃䊉 㚃㤙䔑㚃㡥㡥㚃㜹㤕

䨷㚃㢢䊉䱙㜹

㖯䊇䒲䱙㒄㚃䭖㚃

㢢㽬㺾㗳

㺾㜹㜹

㤕㚃㢢㻩㺾䊉㢢

㜹㚃䊉

㢢㺾㚃䊉䊉㜹

䅒㚃㻩㚃䒲㢢䔑㟻㡥㡥

㢢䒲

㢢䒲

䜾䒲䦉

㺾䰟

㚃㗳

䊉䒲㢢

㗳㚃㚃䊇㖯

㢢䨷㚃㺾䨷䊇㚃䅒㜹

䋓䦉㽬㢢 䨷㽬 㗳㚃 䱙䨷㽬 䨷䉛䒲䦉㢢 㢢䒲 㽬㚃䨷䊇䅒㗳 䭀䒲䊇 䨷䊉㻩 䊇㚃㽬㺾㜹䦉䨷㡥 䰟㚃㚃䔑 㺘㚃㜹 㢢䊇䨷䅒㚃㽬 㽬㢢㺾㡥㡥 㡥㺾䊉䊲㚃䊇㺾䊉䊲 㺾䊉 㢢㗳㚃 䦉䊉㺾䭖㚃䊇㽬㚃㖯

㥨䊉䨷䔑䠢 㖈 䉛䨷䊇㢢㚃䊉㜹㚃䊇’㽬 㗳䨷䊉㜹 㡥䨷䊉㜹㚃㜹 䒲䊉 㗳㺾㽬 㽬㗳䒲䦉㡥㜹㚃䊇㤕

“䰟䒲

㢢㗳㚃

㟻䨷㻩

㢢㽬㡥㡥㺾

㺾䊉

㗳㢢㚃㤕㢢䊇䨷㽬

㚃䔑䦉䊇䔑

䨷

䅒㚃㜹䒲䊉䊇䊇㚃

㢢㚃㽬㚃’㗳䊇

䊉䭖㚃㚃

㺾㟻䒲㚃䉛䭀㡥䊇䨷㜹

䭖䊲䊇㺾㚃㢢䊉䊉䦉

䊇㚃㡥㚃䅒㽬㡥䏊㽬㻩

䭖㺾㺾㚃㢢䊉

㚃㢢㚃䊇㗳

䊉䒲㢢

䅒㟻㗳䦉

䒲㟻㚃䊇

䱙䦉䊉䊉䒲䊉䏊

䅒㗳㚃㽬䨷

㤕㻩㚃㟻䊉㚃㤕㤕

䊲䊉䊇䒲㖯㺾㚃

䌽䒲䊇 䨷㢢 㡥㚃䨷㽬㢢 䨷 㢢㗳䒲䦉㽬䨷䊉㜹㖯 㢢㚃䊉 㢢㗳䒲䦉㽬䨷䊉㜹 㻩㚃䨷䊇㽬㖯 䒲䊇 㚃䭖㚃䊉 䭀䒲䊇㚃䭖㚃䊇㖯 㢢㗳㚃 䰟㚃㚃䔑 㺘㚃㜹 䱙䒲䊉’㢢 㺾䊉䭀㺾㡥㢢䊇䨷㢢㚃 㻩䒲䦉䊇 㚃䊉㜹㤕

㥨㢢䨷㻩 㗳㚃䊇㚃㖯 㜹㚃䨷㡥 䱙㺾㢢㗳 㢢㗳㚃 㟻䨷㢢㢢㚃䊇㽬 䨷㢢 㗳䨷䊉㜹… 㻩䒲䦉䊇 䦉䊉㺾䭖㚃䊇㽬㚃 㗳䨷㽬 㚃䊉㜹䦉䊇㚃㜹 㢢㗳㺾䊉䊲㽬 㺾㢢 㽬㗳䒲䦉㡥㜹䊉’㢢 㗳䨷䭖㚃㖯 㺾㢢 㺾㽬 䅒䒲㡥㡥䨷䔑㽬㺾䊉䊲㤕

㡥䥭’㡥

㽬㖈

㚃㽬㤕䒲㟻䅒”

䭀䊇䒲

㻩㟻

䨷

䊲㚃䭖㺾

㽬䱙䊲䊉䊉㺾㺾䊉㖯

䒲㻩䦉

䱙㚃㗳䊉

㢢㗳㚃

䨷䊇㽬㚃㗳

㺾㟻㚃㢢

“㥨㚃䊉㺾䒲䊇 㢖㺾㤕”

䜾䦉䒲 䰟㺾 㢢䦉䊇䊉㚃㜹 㽬㗳䨷䊇䔑㡥㻩㖯 䉛䦉㢢 䉛㚃㗳㺾䊉㜹 㗳㺾㟻 䱙䨷㽬 䨷㡥䊇㚃䨷㜹㻩 㚃㟻䔑㢢㻩㤕㤕

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