The way I would fold like a lawn chair for this man.
Ok I need a Lucifer x Reader fic based on Griftwood by ghost pretty please ( just listen if you havenât heard it youâll understand)
Listen, I went the opposite direction I think you wanted? Lol gonna work on brevity and get more snack sized smut out on weekdays and entrees on he weekends
[Warnings/Promises: snack sized, Lucifer x GN!AngelReader, lil smut smut, Fuck Sera, Luci corrupts absolutely, all hail dat dick, sacrilegious as fuck]
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Lucifer avoided the heavenly embassy for obvious reasons. The vast halls, the empty and useless pews, it was, in a word,Â
âCreepy,â He hissed.Â
He was surprised to find the reception desk manned. Very rarely did heaven actually send anyone down to hell. Oh, wait.
You were stunned already to see Lucifer, so when he poked your nose you let out a tiny squeal.
âOh shit! Youâre real!â Lucifer took a step back, âSorry about that! Not used to an ⌠actual person.â He gave a little bow, âForgive me?â
The fact is no one wanted to go to hell for desk duty, so the job was actually a punishment reserved for the most misbehaved. You had to intentionally set fire to Seraâs robes to get that severe of a scolding. She was reluctant, but it had been threatened (promised) to you last time you (intentionally) caused trouble. Rumors were abuzz about Lucifer, and you just had to see for yourself what the Great Big Boss of Hell was like.
Rosey cheeks, bright sharp smile. He didnât look as scary as you had imagined. You expected a seven foot eight inch tall behemoth with fire pouring from his mouth and blood stained horns.
The devil, the real one, looked quite sweet.
A tiny existential crisis washed over you. Maybe there was a reason they didnât want people down here. Why they made it sound oh-so-terrible.
âYou still in there?â He leaned over the counter, tapping at your forehead. Your hands flew up, capturing his finger and bringing it down.
Warm.Â
He froze, a little shocked you would touch him. Your smile went crooked, cheeks blushed.Â
âUhhh you good?â He pointed with his free hand to where you still gripped his finger. You nodded, a hum of confirmation. The blush rose up until you were fully red in the face.
The realization struck Lucifer like heavenly lightning, âOooh, I see whatâs going on here.â A wicked smirk taking you by surprise. âDid you want to meet me, little one?â
You broke out into a sweat, âYes.â
Lie! Why didnât you lie?!
He leaned over the counter, âDid you do something bad to get sent here?â Was there fire behind his eyes?
Uneven breaths, â⌠yes.â
Luciferâs knee came up and over as he crawled onto the desk, âShould the King of Hell reward you for such bad deeds?â His eyes had gone red now, your hand still on his finger.
Your knees began to shake, âY-yes.â
His face was inches from yours when your legs gave out, both of you falling to the floor.
Horns tall, yellow pupils dilated as he straddled you. âI think youâll find Iâm a generous ruler.â
It made sense. As Lucifer bent you over the reception desk and fucked you from behind, you could completely understand why they made this job posting sound horrid. Heaven would be empty if every winner could freely interact with Lucifer. Youâd damn humanity too, if that was the cost. His hips snapped against your ass with divine determination, sweet praises on his forked tongue.Â
The sounds of your gasps and his skin on yours echoed through the pristine white and gold halls. Like a pastor giving his sermon, he made the most delicious promises as you bent at the altar.Â
Could heaven hear you? Your chants of âGod, Oh God,â shifting to, âLucifer! Luciâferâ, when one of his hands came down, fingers stroking your heat?
âWhat do you pray for, my curious Angel?â He growled, a flame you couldnât see licking past his lips. âIâll grant you anythingâ
Your cheek was sliding across the marble, small line of drool smearing on your face. Claws raked down your back, the stimulation making you shake.
Your fingers reached for his thighs, failing to take purchase. Lucifer took both of your wrists in one hand and held them at the small of your back for leverage. Your legs bent up, toes curling as you came around his sweetly punishing cock.
Taking a few deep breaths, you rolled your hips back against him, âMore.â
Lucifer laughed and lifted one foot onto the desk to add more force behind his thrusts, âSay please.â
am I too horny? No. No, the cardiologist is wrong.
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Starring Frat Boy!Sukuna and Virgin!Reader
A modern day college AU in which the reader is a young adult just now starting to shrug off their sheltered youth. And Sukuna is more than excited and willing to help lift that burden off your shoulders.
Warning: this fic contains smut, loss of virginity, drinking, enemies to lovers, fingering, cunnilingus, semi-public sex, use of pet names and unprotected sex. Reader discretion is Advised ;p
Honestly, you really could not believe you dated this dunce. You remembered the break up like a trauma. Staring at his popcorn ceiling as he told you he simply couldnât get past the fact you didn't want to sleep with him. He didnât want to be with a prude. At the time, it crushed you. But now, as you sat at your desk, pouring red ink over every love letter he ever sent you, you couldnât help but feel thankful you didnât lose your virginity to him.
âWhat are you doing?â Your roommate asked as she walked into your shared dorm.
âGrading my exâs love letters.â You said without looking away from your task. The awkward beat of silence that followed proved that she was not expecting that answer.
âWhy?â She asked. You simply shrugged. To grieve, you guessed?Â
âI felt the overwhelming need to correct his grammar.â You could hear her ask why again before she asked it. âI plan on sending them back.â
âYou really need to get laid.â Your roommate laughed.
âHe hasnât gotten higher than a d on any of these.â You muttered, âA d Mei.â
âYou need some Dâ Mei chuckled, going and sitting on her bed. âI could get you laid ya know.â
âI don't want to get laid.â You reminded her. That wasnât quite true. You did want to get laid, you just wanted to do it on your own terms and you didnât think that was a lot to ask for!
âWell do you wanna come to a party with me tonight?â Mei asked with a smug smirk. âAlpha Beta Omega house is hosting a party tonight, you should come! ABO has all the hottest guys ya know.â You did know, and while the thought was rather enticing, you were never really big on partying. You came to college to get your degree for fucks sake!
âI donât know Mei,â you sighed, âI hate partiesâŚâ
âOh come on, itâll be fun!â Mei tried to sell it. âPlease! Donât let me go alone, that would be a dick move, ya know?â She pouted, giving you the puppy dog eyes that roped you into every party you had been to since starting school. You sighed in irritation, knowing it was useless to keep fighting.
âIâll think about it, okay?â
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Ryomen had no fucking idea what he was thinking when he signed up for an 8 am class, but if he could kick his past selfâs ass, he would. He didnât think he had been on time for this class even once. He tried everything to wake himself up. Putting his phone on the other side of the room, sleeping with the curtains open, drinking vodka instead of whiskey, all of it was about as effective as putting dry socks on a drowning man.Â
He walked into class already twenty minutes late. He felt all eyes fall on him, which was fair considering he had interrupted the lecture. He ignored it though, confidently and nonchalantly walking to the nearest empty chair. A chair that just so happened to be next to you.Â
You felt your heart do level 11 gymnastics in your chest as the Ryomen Sukuna sat next to you. You hated how attracted you were to him. He was everything your parents had ever forbid you from going near. 6 '4 and nothing but a wall of muscle, you couldnât help but feel like his face full of sharp tattoos just emphasized how soft his puppy-dog-eyes were. It made you want to run your fingers through his soft pink hair.Â
Suddenly, your keyboard had become the most interesting thing in the world. Your eyes burned holes into your computer as you prayed that Ryomen wouldnât look at you, or worse talk to you. You found him attractive, yea, but you also knew he was bad news. He was a member of the ABO fraternity and was known for being a womanizing piece of shit who often defaulted to calling you âwomanâ when he forgot your name. The man was a walking talking red flag factory and to desire him was to desire madness and hurt. You should want nothing to do with him.
And yet.
âHey, do you have the notes?â Ryomen asked, looking at you from the corners of his eyes and ho-ly shit. Fuck whatever the fuck the professor was going on about, you now had his full attention. He fully turned to you, taking you all in. If Ryomen had to describe his dream woman, he would simply pull up a picture of you. A reluctant innocence clung to you, begging him to find the delinquent underneath it all. He didnât know what he was thinking, signing up for an 8 am class, but he would kiss his past self if he could.
âYea, for sure.â You muttered, biting your lip as you pulled up your email. He showed you his laptop so you could get his email straight from the source, and thanks to technology, he had the notes in seconds.
âThanks, youâre a lifesaver.â He smiled, showing his unusually sharp canines. You thought that you were done with this interaction, thankfully, but then he kept going. âSo, are you going to the ABO party tonight?â He asked.Â
âI donât know,â You shrugged, âParties arenât really my thing.â Of course, you probably spent most of your life sheltered, too scared to disappoint your parents to ever rebel. Ryomen wanted your rebellion more than he wanted to pass his finals.Â
âYou should go,â Ryomen whispered, âI bet youâd be really popular.â
âYea, and by that you mean men would be drooling over how bad they want to fuck me, right?â You scoffed, forgetting yourself. He did in fact mean that by the way, but this response from you is not what he expected. You kept him on his toes. You intrigued him. âNow, just why do you think Iâd want that?â You asked.
âSo youâre worried about creepy dudes?â Ryomen asked, raising an eyebrow. âAlright then, Come with me then. Be my date.â He smiled that fang filled smile that was quickly burning its way into your heart.
âNo.â You said plainly.
âOh come on,â he damn near begged, âYou get to go and have fun without the fear of creeps, because Iâll be protecting you, and I get to show up with a beautiful woman on my arm, itâs a win-win!â You werenât sure when it happened, but class had ended and others were leaving.
âAnd just how do you plan to protect me from creepy guys when you are the creepy guy?â You challenged.
âBy out creeping them.â Okay, even you had to admit that was funny. Ryomens smile widened as he realized he had gotten you to laugh. He won.Â
âRyomen, letâs go!â Someone called for him. Ryomen looked to the door and found his friends standing there waiting for him, Geto looking particularly annoyed. âWeâre going to be late for class.â Geto said, annoyance dripping from him.Â
He quickly scribbled down his number into his notebook, ripping the page and putting it on your computer. âJust think about it and call me, yea? Iâm excited to take you.â He winked as he rushed to join his friends.Â
You stared at the number for a few seconds after he left. You felt like the number was taunting you, yes, but also enticing you. It showed you a night of fun, excited passion that you had never experienced before but so desperately missed. It showed you a taste of freedom and rebellion. Doing something bad, knowing it was bad, and doing it anyway because it was so intoxicating. It showed you everything you wanted and more.Â
You threw it in the trash on your way out the door.
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You sighed as you stared at yourself in the mirror. The white tennis skirt Mei Mei had picked out was far shorter than you wanted, and the pink sweater was far tighter. You tried to put on a pair of stockings to compensate for the shortness of the skirt, but, all they did was accentuate your legs. You couldnât believe Mei had convinced you to go to this stupid party.Â
I mean, you could. It wasnât hard, she offered to do your calculus homework for a week, you would have killed your mother to get out of having to do calculus for a week. But when you agreed to let her pick out the outfit, you had never expectedâor preparedâto wear something soâŚ.
Sexy. That's the word you had been looking for, you looked sexy. You had never really dressed up before, sweatpants and t-shirts were typically your uniform. You were surprised at the way your body worked for you when you let it.
âAre you ready yet?!â Mei askedÂ
âYea, Iâm coming.â You said, finally pulling yourself away from the mirror and joining Mei by the door. She gave you another once over, smiling in satisfaction as she did. The outfit sheâd picked out had really come together.Â
âYou look good,â She nodded.Â
âThanks,â You shrugged, trying to hide your slight embarrassment. You werenât used to compliments. Mei nodded one last time before ushering you out the door.Â
âHey, Mei?â You asked as the two of you started the walk to the ABO Frat house.Â
âWhatâs up Y/n?â She asked.
âYouâre not going to leave me alone, right? Like, weâre actually gonna hang out and protect each other tonight?â Mei gave you the warmest, most reassuring smile you had ever seen.
âOf course Y/n. I wonât leave your side for even a second.â
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You regretted every decision you had ever made in your life that led to you coming to this party. The music was way too loud, the drinks were way too strong (thanks Nanami), and the people were way too obnoxious. Mei had abandoned you almost the moment the two of you had walked in the door, making you realize you really needed to get better friends. It wouldnât have been that bad, except some asshole that smelled like corpse had decided, against your will, he was taking you home tonight.
He wouldnât leave you alone. Youâd tried everything, complete disinterest, telling him you had a boyfriend, hell even telling him you were gay! Nothing would deter him. You even tried to go to the bathroom to try and lose him and he just fucking waited for you outside the bathroom door. This Mahito motherfucker was really starting to freak you out.
âYouâre really pretty, you know that?â The ragdoll yelled in your ear, sending a fog of rotten breath over your face. You didnât hide the disgust you felt as you looked for an outâ anyâto get out of this situation.Â
âWhat do you say you and I get outta here?â He asked. As he did, he put a singular hand on your waist. The moment he did, your head filled with sirens and screaming, every true crime podcast you had ever heard, willingly or not, replayed through your head and you were never more sure that this man had women tied up in his basement. Your adrenaline spiked as you looked for any way to get him to properly fuck off.
Ah-ha!
âBabe!â You yelled, all smiles and cheer as you ripped yourself away from Mahito and ran to Ryomen. Mahito followed, like the idiot he was, but this time you somehow knew youâd be fine. Ryomen looked confused at first, then noticed the corpse walking with you and it all clicked. He smiled back at you, more warmly than you ever expected,Â
âHey! Babygirl!â He called out, holding out his arm so you could bury yourself into his side. The girl he was talking to was very very confused, but decided to remove herself from the situation before she got caught up in any drama. Shout out to her.
âIâve been looking everywhere for you, whereâve you been?â He asked, leaning down and kissing your forehead to really sell it. You considered slapping him, but, figured that would break the illusion, so you settled for giggling instead.Â
âIâve been trying to get rid of this creep.â You said, your eyes darting from Mahito to Ryomen in a very Help Me way. Ryomen looked at Mahito and all of the warmth instantly left him. It sent chills up your spine to watch him go from joking smiles to cold stares. The light left his eyes as they narrowed and you were sure his features somehow got sharper. Or maybe that was the tattoos.
âHave you been fucking with my girl?â he asked. The emphasis he put on âmineâ sent chills of a different kind through you. Oh, you liked that. You really liked that. You pressed your thighs together to try and take your mind off the feelings between them, and took a drink of your vodka redbull to try and cool down. It didnât work.Â
âWell, I- I mean, I-âÂ
âI-I-I.â Sukuna mocked, âYou didnât have any trouble talking to my girlfriend all night, whyâre you having trouble now?â Danger radiated off of Sukuna like a match in a room full of methane, waiting to be lit. It was the kind of danger that drew you in, no matter how much you resisted. It felt inevitable. âCome on man, if youâre going to be a fucking creep you might as well say it with your chest.â
âIâm not a creep!â Mahito tried to argue.
âThat's not what she said,â Ryomen said, holding you just a little bit tighter, sending sparks throughout your body again. âSo what, youâre calling her a liar?â
âWell, no, I-â
âYou say I alot.â Sukuna said, taking a sip of his drink to really show off his disinterest. âYou know what I think?â He asked. âI think that you should get the fuck out and go the fuck home before I rip your larynx out of you via your asshole.â He threatened. It was such a ridiculous tough guy line that normally you would have laughed, but, somehow he sold it hook, line, and sinker. You could see that fact alone in the now bleached white face of Mahito.Â
Sukuna looked into his cup, determining he was going to need a refill. âYou have exactly 45 seconds to leave before I turn you into pie filling.â He said without looking at the smaller man. He finished his drink and looked back at him. â45, 44, 39-â
The count down did its job wonderfully. Mahitos ass was kicked into high gear. You could see in his eyes he was hearing the same sirens you were earlier as he ran to find the front door, desperate to get as far away from the monster that was holding you as soon as possible. You, on the other hand, were feeling the exact opposite effect. You wanted to be even closer to him than ever.
âSo, why didnât you call me?â Ryomen asked, looking down at you. Somehow, all the ice in his eyes had defrosted, leaving him with his warm puppy dog ones. You realized that you were in danger rather quickly and detangled yourself from his arm.Â
âOh, because I threw it away.â You smiled. The liquor you had been drinking was officially flowing through your veins, and quite frankly, you didnât really care about decorum. Ryomen blinked at you, fully processing what you said.
âWhy?â He asked.Â
âBecause, while you may not be a creep, Ryomen, youâre still a womanizing fuck boy that never had any real intention of starting a relationship with me. Am I right?â You asked, batting your pretty eyelashes at him. Ryomen couldnât help but smirk. Damn, you really had him pegged, didnât you? He was growing fonder and fonder of you by the minute.Â
âYouâre right.â He admitted, taking a step closer to you, âBut, I gotta say, I respect you having the balls to say it to my face. Makes me think you might actually be worth getting to know.â Which was the closest Ryomen could ever get to saying âI find you at least intriguing and would actually be interested in a relationship.â You just smirked at him and hummed.Â
âBut are you worth getting to know?â You asked. Before he could answer, Mei had suddenly returned from the astral plane, you fucking guessed. Of course she would be nowhere to be found when you needed her, but show up to ruin things right as they get interesting.Â
âY/n!â She laughed as she came downstairs, âWeâre playing seven minutes in heaven upstairs, you gotta come play!â She said, giggling as she grabbed your arm.
âI can think of nothing more opposed to my soul.â You said plainly, taking your arm back. âGetting sweaty in a dark closet with a stranger? Sounds like hell.â
âSounds pretty fun to me.â Ryomen said. It was a dangerous gamble, but if the cards were on his side he could just end up being the stranger getting sweaty with you in a dark closet.Â
âYou would, mega creep.â You scoffed, semi-jokingly.
âCome on Y/n, what's the worst that happens? You end up making awkward chit chat for seven minutes in a closet? Come on!â Mei groaned.
âIf they make you uncomfortable, yell herpes and Iâll come kill them for you.â Sukuna offered.
âYour safe word is herpes?â You questioned.Â
âCan you think of anything that kills the mood faster than the thought of herpes?â Ryomen asked. Alright, fair enough Ryomen.Â
âCome on Y/n, please come play? Itâll be fun!â Mei begged. You sighed, wondering when you planned to stop making bad decisions tonight.
âOkay, fine. Iâll play.â You groaned while both of your companions cheered. In a flurry, you were being whisked away up the stairs, both of them trying to get you in the game before you had a chance to back out. You were reminded once again that you hated college parties, walking into a smoke filled dorm room lit by led lights and adorned with a weed pride flag.Â
âLove that you can tell what part of this room was decorated by Gojo and what was decorated by Geto.â Mei laughed as she led you to a group of young adults sitting in a circle.Â
âOverhead lights are the devil!â Gojo yelled, throwing a chip into his mouth. A not at all shocking amount of people in the group of (Probably neurodiverse) stoners agreed with him in hums and cheers. You sat down next to him, Mei sitting on the other side of you and Ryomen taking a free spot in the circle somewhere across from you.Â
âWhoâs in the closet now?â Sukuna asked. As if summoned by his question, Nanami and Shoko walked out of the closet, both of them on their phones.Â
âGetoâs turn.â Shoko said. Mei scoffed at them both.
âWeren't you making drinks, Nanami?â Mei asked as Geto spun the bottle.
âI was..â Nanami assured her, âI got bored.â The bottle landed on Gojo, and everyone let out childish woos and whistles. Geto and Gojo both grinned like fools as they rushed to the closet, the two of them always excited to feel each other up. Honestly their participation in this game took you a bit by surprise. What if one member of the couple didnât get the other?
âGod they need to just get together already.â Ryomen muttered, rolling his eyes. What?! They weren't together?! Before you could express your shock, a very loud, very breathy moan left the closet door, filling you with second hand embarrassment for the two. The rest of the crowd ate that shit up though, shouting encouragement and wolf whistling. Even Ryomen was laughing with the crowd when he caught your eyes.
He raised an eyebrow at you. âWhat? Voyeurism not your thing?â
You looked at him in annoyance. âWhy would it be anyone's thing?â
He shrugged in response. âPerformance is performance. People will do anything for attention.â
You raised an eyebrow at him now. âWould you do anything for attention?â
He smirked at you. âIâd do anything for your attention.â
Your silent conversation was interrupted by another loud moan, this time courtesy of Geto, and the crowd went wild again, shouting vulgarities at them. You began to wonder if this was typical of them, or if they wereâ as Ryomen suggestedâ putting on a performance. You got your answer as the timer rang, marking their seven minutes as up. They exited the closet with a flourish, bowing for the crowd and showing off their messed up clothes and hair. Was this the appeal of seven minutes in heaven? You didnât understand party games.
âAlright Ryo, your go.â Ghetto laughed, giving fistbumps and highfives while he sat down. Ryomen rolled his eyes. âDonât call me that, Gene Simmonsâ He growled at him, before giving you one last look and spinning the bottle. You were mildly curious to see where the bottle would land, already feeling bad for whatever poor schmuck that got locked in a closet with him.Â
And then the bottle landed on you. Cheers and hollars surrounded and pounded in your ears. Your body was in super-hyper-defense mode whichâŚwas really just an oncoming panic attack. Of all the people you imagined being shoved in a closet with, Ryomen Sukuna had never crossed your mind. You were going to be in a small, confined space with him, all alone, where youâre literally expected to at least make out. You were electrified back to life as a hand fell in front of your face.
You looked up and saw the hand was attached to the grinning face of Ryomen, fireworks exploding behind his eyes. âYou coming baby girl?â He asked with a wink. You didnât have to. You could have turned tail and run away, out of the party and back to your dorm. That was actually what you probably should do, it was the safe option! The one that would make your mother proud.Â
You took his hand, sending the crowd into yet another tizzy. But this time, you heard none of it, your mind focused entirely on Ryomen. He squeezed your hand reassuringly as he led you to the closet and smiled almost comfortingly. You didnât know his smile could be comforting, thanks to the fangs, but it was. All of it felt veryâŚoff, coming from Ryomen, probably the least comforting person at your school.
He pulled you into the closet, pulling you close to his chest as he pulled the door closed. A lot of pulling was going on. You braced yourself for war, for him to kiss you. You closed your eyes tight, feeling your entire body tense butâŚnothing came. He didnât kiss you. In fact, he let go of you. You opened your eyes just to see him leaning against the wall of the closet, staring at you with his hands in his pockets.
âYouâŚdidnât kiss me?â You questioned, just for him to raise an eyebrow in confusion.
âNo? You didnât want me to.â You werenât sure why, but that assertion upset you. How dare he claim to know what you wanted?! You didnât even know what you wanted!
âYou donât know that.â you scoffed, causing him to laugh.
âOh please,â He shriveled into what (You hoped) as an overly dramatized rendition of your body language from seconds before, âDoesnât necessarily scream âKiss Meâ.â He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. You crossed your arms, but, you knew he was right.
âItâs justâŚIâve never done this before.â You tried to explain.Â
âYouâve never been kissed?â He seemed genuinely shocked.
âNo, dipshit, Iâve kissed people before! Iâve just never played seven minutes in heaven.â
âOh, yea I could kinda tell,â He admitted with a shrug, âYou scream sheltered kid. I bet even now, as a grown ass adult youâre still too scared to rebel against mommy.â The way he said âmommyâ struck you. It was soaked in condescension and mockery. You hated that he was right. You hated that despite the fact you were fully grown getting a college degree, you still heard your mothers voice in the back of your head every time you wanted to do something even a little bit rebellious. You were willing to bet no one else had that! You bet Ryomen didnât have that.
âI am not!â you lied to him.
âOh yea?â He challenged.
âYea!â You asserted.
âThen prove it. Kiss me.â he said. Ryomens eyes burned into yours as he stepped forward, slowly closing the already small gap between you. His presence was intense and all consuming and hot. You could feel him burning you away from the inside out, as if he was a raging inferno and you were just a piece of tissue paper caught in his wake. He had a smirk that just screamed I know I just won and it drove you crazy because he was right! He was either right or he got the kiss you knew heâd been chasing all night. Well fuck it. There was only one way for you to win here too.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Ryomen didnât skip a beat, pulling you even closer to him and pushing you against the wall, the soft thud sending the drunken crowd outside the door into hysterics. Your fingers tangled in his hair and his hands slid up your shirt to grab your bare skin. He bit your lip, making you gasp and giving him room to deepen the kiss.
Your head was spinning with excitement and panic, your breathing becoming harsher by the minute as he moved to kiss your neck. Your ex had never kissed you like this before. So desperate to have you, as if you were the most desirable being on the planet. It excited you, electrocuting your nervous system with every touch, pull, or bite. Despite your better judgment, a moan escaped you, sending the drunken crowd outside the closet into another bout of hysterics.
Your body reacted to him in ways that it had reacted to nobody else before, you needed him. He grabbed one of your thighs and rested it on his hip, his hand sliding under the hem of your skirt.
âRyomen..â You moaned out, soft enough not to feed the masses.
âSay it again.â He purred.
âRyomen.â
âThat's seven!â Gojo called, pounding on the closet door, startling both you and Ryomen. He pulled away just in time for Gojo to pull the door open, a smug smirk plastered on his face. âYou two love birds have fun?â He teased. Sukuna rolled his eyes, his annoyance with being interrupted evident.
âNot as much fun as you and your boy toy.â He scoffed, grabbing your hand and pulling you from the closet. The crowd of drunken young adults had grown, meaning the crowd of people wolf whistling and cheering (jeering?) had grown. Embarrassment exploded from your chest. What the hell were you thinking?! Kissing Ryomen?! You silently scolded yourself.
You didnât even fully process that he had dragged you from the dormroom until you were in a new one, this one seemingly vacuumed sealed away from the party. The art on the wall queued you into the fact that this was probably the room Ryomen and Nanami shared.Â
âRyo?â You asked as he pulled you into the room and locked the door behind him.
âNicknames now huh?â He chuckled, âThat's cute.â
He locked the door. He locked the door. You may have been a sheltered kid, but you werenât dumb. You knew what a locked door met at a frat party. The realization sparked your nervous system into high gear and you felt the need to press your thighs together again.
âIâve never done this before.â You told him quickly.
âWhat, sex on a first date?â He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist again. YouâdâŚhardly call this a fucking date, but that was an issue for later.
âNo, sex.â You told him. He actually backed away.
âReally?â He asked, more shocked than you would have liked. âHey, look we donât have to-â
âI know we donât.â You cut him off. âI want to.â He smirked almost proudly as he closed the gap between the two of you once again.
âI knew I liked you.â He purred. Before you had a chance to ask what that meant, his lips had crashed into yours, pulling you into another heated kiss. It was like the two of you physically couldn't get enough of each other, like youâd simply stop breathing if you werenât kissing. It sent your head into a heated flurry, making you feel light. He pressed you into the bed, wrapping one of your legs around his hips as his hand slipped underneath your skirt, his fingers tracing the now translucent spot in your underwear.Â
Another moan escaped you, sounding far more desperate than you would have liked. âNeedy, are we?â Ryomen chuckled, pushing your panties to the side and running two fingers up and down your slit, collecting the sticky lube. You wanted him so bad it hurt. Your body felt flushed with hellfire and you couldn't help but wonder if he was this cocky with every girl he brought to his bed.
âYea,â You moaned through a heavy breath, âYou gonna take care of it, or whaa-â Your quip died in your throat as he buried two fingers into your weeping pussy, up to the knuckle without even a warning.
âWhat was that doll?â He teased, curling his fingers up to perfectly hit your g-spot and send you astral projecting into the ninth dimension. Was this what you were missing out on? Your hands fell to his shoulders, clinging to him for dear life as he curled his fingers again. This was a completely new type of pleasure for you, one you couldnât get from your own fingers or a toy. You were hooked on it, you needed more of it. You started grinding down on his hand, chasing the high he was more than obliged to give you.Â
âFeel good?â He purred. You nodded helplessly, your brain too mushy to make words. âWant to feel even better?â His smirk was wicked. You didnât have time to process it though, or even answer the question before he removed your panties and ducked his head under your skirt, his lips quickly finding your clit. The new sensation was your tipping point. The fire in your veins overtook you, your head felt like it was made of cotton, and the tension that had been growing in you was reaching a breaking point.
âR-ryo,â You panted desperately, âI-its too much, I-â Your pleas for mercy are cut off as he slips another finger into you, shooting sharp tendrils of pleasure throughout your body, finding every last inch of you. Your brain was mush and your nerves on high alert, feeling every single one of the pink haired man's movements.
Your entire body felt tense as heat continued to pool in hot waves in your stomach, every curl of his fingers, every swipe of his tongue bringing you one step closer to the brink. You had never wanted anything so bad in your life. Your hands tangled in his hair, subconsciously pulling him closer to your needy cunt. Ryomen very much obliged, giving you everything you wanted and more.
âI-I, ah-!â all of the intense feelings were building into a crescendo inside of you, your small boat in the ocean of oxytocin and euphoria was capsizing. All at once your body seized, you thought you whined out his name but you werenât sure. Pleasure came rolling over your entire body in seething waves, filling all of your senses and leaving you shaking like a chihuahua.Â
âYou're beautiful when you cum.â Had to be one of the weirdest compliments you had ever received. You lifted your head off the bed to see Ryomen wiping his mouth off. He stood up, taking off his shirt, and holy shit. You donât know why the thought never occurred to you that the tattoos would be on his chest too. They covered his face, they were on his arms and wrists, why wouldnât they be on his chest? It made you wonder where else they were.
âEnjoying the view?â He asked, knowing full and well you were. You looked away in embarrassment, just to feel him grab the hem of your sweater. âI showed you mine, let me see yoursâ He teased, pulling the pink top off of you. His reaction gave you your confidence back plus some. You felt emboldened by the way he beheld you, like you were Venus herself. You smirked as you took off your bra, exposing your chest to him. Â
âEnjoying the view?â You asked.Â
âVery much so.â he said in a rush before his eager, hot mouth wrapped around your right nipple, his hand coming up to play with the left. You had never imagined having your tits played with would feel so good. Maybe it was just the effect Ryomen had on you. But his actions left you whimpering softly under him, unconsciously bucking your hips to make some friction. He noticed the command he had over your body, the way you melted into him. He knew you were his, he just had to seal the deal.Â
He pulled away, undoing his belt and jean buttons to free his cock. You bucked your hips at the view again, feeling your cunt clench around nothing. He was bigger than you expected, thick and long. Youâd probably have been a little bit intimidated if you werenât so desperate to feel that high again. He fisted himself with one hand and clumsily rubbed your sensitive nub with the other. But it wasnât enough anymore, you needed him.Â
âRyo, please..â
âPlease what Y/n?â He smirked. He knew exactly what you wanted. But, he wasnât going to give it to you that easily.
âRyomen, please, I need you.â You whined, not wanting to say it outloud.
âIâm right here baby girl, what do you need?â His grin was wicked and still full of mirth. You were starting to hate him again.
âRyomen please, I need your cock, I need you, I need you to fuck me.â You blurted out all at once, your mouth moving faster than your mind did. His grin turned into a full on smile.
âWell, then why didnât you just say that?â He laughed as he lined himself up with your soaking cunt.
âI di-AHH!â You screamed as he pushed his fat cock into you, the collision with your cervix jolting you into a state of hypersensitivity. You clung onto him desperately, your cunt clamping down around him, trying to push him out and pull him deeper all at the same time. You felt helplessly stretched out underneath him, your mind trying to find your body.
âRelax for me baby,â Ryomen moaned into your neck, kissing it softly. Easy for him to say! He wasnât just impaled! You took deep, jagged breaths, to try and reregulate your fried nervous system. You took in the smell of pine and cigarettes, the almost comforting feeling of his body flush with yours, and the near tenderness of the kisses he was trailing along your neck. It was a beautiful caricature of intimacy, really.
Finally, you had relaxed enough around him for him to move. And move he did. To his credit, he tried to take it slow. He tried to be considerate of your virgin status (wellâŚformer virgin status) and not hurt you. But, Ryomen was not the slow gentle, âmaking loveâ type and before he knew it, he was chasing his high with a ferocity that left you weak under him.Â
You werenât complaining though. His thrusts were intoxicating, the curve of his dick hitting your g-spot with every thrust of his hips. He was stretching you to the point of delirium, feeling a rush of ecstasy every time he moved inside of your velvety walls. Your head was in heaven and your soul was in hell. Everything was all at once too hot and too cold, overwhelming. The waves of euphoria were building up inside of you again, a string tangling over itself again and again until it was taunt.Â
One of his hands moved to massage at your clit again, coaxing your climax out of you with every stroke. You were speeding at 160 miles per hour off of a cliff and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Your mind was filled with nothing but Ryomen Ryomen Ryomen as electricity and pleasure coarse through your body. It felt like you were an electrical fire underneath him, no longer just tissue paper but an inferno in your own right.
âRyomen, Iâm-!â
âI know.â He said as he continued to chase both of your highs. The way your cunt clenched around him, pulling him back in with every thrust told him everything he needed to know. âCum for me.â
Your body was under his command whether you liked it or not. You came undone around his cock, the string finally snapping as you drove off the cliff with no hesitation, and into your grave and erotic bliss, pleasure overtaking your body in waves. Your entire body shook under him as the intensity of your climax overcame you. He wasnât far behind with the way your velvety walls were clenching around him, pulling his own orgasm from him. He came deep into your cervix, overflowing you and making you pray you wouldnât have to deal with the consequences later.
You both stilled for a moment in the afterglow. As he pulled out and managed to collapse next to you, not on top of you. What did you do now? You could still hear the party raging outside of the door, but the last thing you wanted to do was rejoin it. You looked over at Ryomen, still trying to regulate his breath next to you.
You moved yourself to rest your head on his chest, figuring that was what couples do in movies after sex, right? For a second, you thought he was going to push you off. But, he didnât. Quite the opposite really, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer.Â
âSooo,â He said, finally breaking the silence, âDo you want my number again?â
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"đ'đĽ đ¸đ˘đđŹ đ°đŻ đ¤đđ°đˇđŚđŻ đŠđ°đ°đ§ đŞđ§ đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚ đľđŠđŚ đŠđ°đŽđŚ đ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ¸đ˘đđŹđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ°. đ'đĽ đŁđśđłđŻ đŚđˇđŚđłđş đ´đ°đśđ đ đŹđŻđŚđ¸ đŞđ§ đ đľđŠđ°đśđ¨đŠđľ đľđŠđŚ đ§đŞđłđŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ¸đ˘đłđŽđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś. đ'đĽ đŁđŚ đ¸đŠđ˘đľ đŽđŚđŻ đ§đŚđ˘đł đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚ đ¸đ°đ°đĽđ´, đ'đĽ đąđŞđ´đ´ đ°đŻ đŠđŚđ˘đˇđŚđŻ'đ´ đ¨đ˘đľđŚ đŞđ§ đ đ¤đ°đśđđĽ. đ'đŽ đ´đľđłđ˘đŞđ¨đŠđľ đ°đŻ đľđŠđŚ đđŚđˇđŚđ, đŁđśđľ đ'đĽ đŁđŚ đľđŠđŚ đĽđŚđˇđŞđ, đ˘đ´ đđ°đŻđ¨ đ˘đ´ đşđ°đśđł đđ°đˇđŞđŻ' đ¸đ˘đ´ đ¨đ°đ°đĽ."
đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đŞđ´ đŞđŽđŽđŚđŻđ´đŚđđş đ§đŚđ˘đłđŚđĽ đ§đ˘đł đ˘đŻđĽ đ¸đŞđĽđŚ đŁđş đŚđˇđŚđłđş đđŞđˇđŞđŻđ¨ đŁđŚđŞđŻđ¨, đ˘đŻđĽ đłđŚđ˘đ´đ°đŻđ˘đŁđđş đ´đ°. đđŠđŚ đđŞđŻđ¨ đ°đ§ đđśđłđ´đŚđ´ đŞđ´ đŞđŻ đŠđŞđ´ đąđłđŞđŽđŚ, đĽđŞđ´đąđ°đ´đŞđŻđ¨ đ°đ§ đđŞđˇđŚđ´ đ´đ°đđŚđđş đ§đ°đł đŠđŞđ´ đ°đ¸đŻ đąđđŚđ˘đ´đśđłđŚ đ˘đŻđĽ đŁđŚđŻđŚđ§đŞđľ. đđ°đ¸đŚđˇđŚđł, đ˘đľ đľđŠđŚ đŚđŻđĽ đ°đ§ đľđŠđŚ đĽđ˘đş, đşđ°đś đłđŚđŽđ˘đŞđŻ đ˘ đ¤đ°đŻđ´đľđ˘đŻđľ đ´đ°đśđłđ¤đŚ đ°đ§ đ¤đ°đŽđ§đ°đłđľ đ˘đŻđĽ đŤđ°đş đŞđŻ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘'đ´ đđŞđ§đŚ. đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đŞđ´ đŻđ°đľ đ°đŻđŚ đ§đ°đł đ¨đłđ˘đŻđĽ đĽđŞđ´đąđđ˘đşđ´ đ°đ§ đ˘đ§đ§đŚđ¤đľđŞđ°đŻ đŁđśđľ đŞđŻđ´đľđŚđ˘đĽ đąđłđŚđ§đŚđłđ´ đľđ° đ´đŠđ˘đłđŚ đŠđŞđ´ đđ°đˇđŚ đ§đ°đł đşđ°đś đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚ đ§đŚđ¸ đ¸đ˘đşđ´ đŠđŚ đŹđŻđ°đ¸đ´ đŠđ°đ¸; đ´đŞđŽđąđđŚ đ˘đŻđĽ đ´đśđŁđľđđŚ, đ°đł đ¸đŞđľđŠ đˇđŞđ°đđŚđŻđ¤đŚ.
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đ đ¤đ°đđĽ đ¤đŠđŞđđ đ´đŚđľđľđđŚđĽ đ°đŻđľđ° đşđ°đśđł đ´đŹđŞđŻ đ˘đ´ đşđ°đś đ´đľđŚđąđąđŚđĽ đ°đśđľ đŞđŻđľđ° đľđŠđŚ đ´đŻđ°đ¸-đ¤đ°đˇđŚđłđŚđĽ đ¤đ°đśđłđľđşđ˘đłđĽ. đđŻđ˘đŁđđŚ đľđ° đ´đđŚđŚđą, đşđ°đś đŠđ˘đĽ đđŚđ§đľ đľđŠđŚ đ¸đ˘đłđŽ đ¤đ°đŻđ§đŞđŻđŚđ´ đ°đ§ đşđ°đśđł đłđ°đ°đŽ; đśđŻđ´đśđłđŚ đ¸đŠđŚđłđŚ đľđ° đ¨đ°, đŁđśđľ đ´đŞđ¤đŹ đ°đ§ đľđ°đ´đ´đŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đŻđĽ đľđśđłđŻđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đŞđŽđđŚđ´đ´đđş. đđŠđŚ đŚđ˘đłđđş đŽđ°đłđŻđŞđŻđ¨ đđŞđ¨đŠđľ đąđ˘đŞđŻđľđŚđĽ đŚđˇđŚđłđşđľđŠđŞđŻđ¨ đŞđŻ đ´đŠđ˘đĽđŚđ´ đ°đ§ đŁđđśđŚ; đŞđľđ´ đ¤đ˘đđŽ đŁđŚđ˘đśđľđş đŁđŚđ¤đŹđ°đŻđŚđĽ đşđ°đś đ§đśđłđľđŠđŚđł đ°đśđľ đŞđŻđľđ° đľđŠđŚ đ°đąđŚđŻ. đđ˘đ¤đŠ đ´đľđŚđą đĽđŞđ´đľđśđłđŁđŚđĽ đľđŠđŚ đ¤đđŚđ˘đŻ đŁđđ˘đŻđŹđŚđľ đ°đ§ đ´đŻđ°đ¸ đľđŠđ˘đľ đŠđ˘đĽ đ§đ°đłđŽđŚđĽ đ˘đ´ đşđ°đś đŽđ˘đĽđŚ đşđ°đśđł đ¸đ˘đş đ§đśđłđľđŠđŚđł đĽđ°đ¸đŻ đľđŠđŚ đ°đŻđ¤đŚ-đ°đŁđˇđŞđ°đśđ´ đąđ˘đľđŠ. đđŠđŚ đłđŚđ´đľ đ°đ§ đľđŠđŚ đ¸đ°đłđđĽ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ´đľđŞđđ đ§đ˘đ´đľ đ˘đ´đđŚđŚđą, đ˘đŻđĽ đ§đ°đł đŤđśđ´đľ đ˘ đŽđ°đŽđŚđŻđľ, đşđ°đś đ§đŚđđľ đđŞđŹđŚ đľđŠđŚ đ°đŻđđş đŁđŚđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đđŞđˇđŚ.
đđŠđŚđŻ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đ˘đ¸đ°đŹđŚ đ˘đŻđĽ đłđŚđ˘đđŞđťđŚđĽ đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚ đŽđŞđ´đ´đŞđŻđ¨, đŠđŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đĽđŞđ´đ˘đąđąđ°đŞđŻđľđŚđĽ, đŁđśđľ đŻđ°đľ đ´đśđłđąđłđŞđ´đŚđĽ. đđŠđŞđ´ đ¸đ˘đ´đŻâđľ đśđŻđśđ´đśđ˘đ đ§đ°đł đşđ°đś, đŁđśđľ đ¸đŠđ˘đľ đŠđŚ đĽđŞđĽđŻâđľ đŚđšđąđŚđ¤đľ đ¸đ˘đ´ đľđ° đ§đŞđŻđĽ đşđ°đś đ°đśđľđ´đŞđĽđŚ. đđ°đ°đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đ°đśđľ đ°đŻđŚ đ°đ§ đľđŠđŚ đ¤đ°đłđłđŞđĽđ°đł đ¸đŞđŻđĽđ°đ¸đ´, đŠđŚ đ´đąđ°đľđľđŚđĽ đşđ°đś đ°đśđľ đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚ đ´đŻđ°đ¸. đ đ°đś đđ°đ°đŹđŚđĽ đ´đ° đąđŚđ˘đ¤đŚđ§đśđ đ´đľđ˘đłđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đľ đľđŠđŚ đ¸đ°đłđđĽ đ˘đłđ°đśđŻđĽ đşđ°đś. đđŚ đ¤đ°đŻđ´đŞđĽđŚđłđŚđĽ đłđŚđľđśđłđŻđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ° đŁđŚđĽ đ˘đŻđĽ đ˘đđđ°đ¸đŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đľđ° đŤđ°đŞđŻ đŠđŞđŽ đŞđŻ đşđ°đśđł đ°đ¸đŻ đľđŞđŽđŚ, đŁđśđľ đľđŠđŚđŻ đŠđŚ đđ°đ°đŹđŚđĽ đ¤đđ°đ´đŚđł. đ đ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚ đ´đľđŞđđ đĽđłđŚđ´đ´đŚđĽ đ°đŻđđş đŞđŻ đ˘ đľđŠđŞđŻ đłđ°đŁđŚ đ˘đŻđĽ đ´đ˘đŻđĽđ˘đđ´, đŻđ°đľ đ˘đľ đ˘đđ đ˘đąđąđłđ°đąđłđŞđ˘đľđŚ đ§đ°đł đľđŠđŚ đ¸đŚđ˘đľđŠđŚđł. đđŚ đ˘đđ´đ° đŠđ˘đĽ đŻđ° đ¤đđśđŚ đŠđ°đ¸ đđ°đŻđ¨ đşđ°đśâđĽ đŁđŚđŚđŻ đ°đśđľ đľđŠđŚđłđŚ, đŁđśđľ đŞđľ đ¸đ˘đ´ đŚđŻđ°đśđ¨đŠ đľđŞđŽđŚ đ§đ°đł đ˘ đľđŠđŞđŻ đˇđŚđŞđ đ°đ§ đ´đŻđ°đ¸ đľđ° đ§đ°đłđŽ đ°đˇđŚđł đşđ°đśđł đŠđ˘đŞđł. đ đ°đś đ¸đ°đśđđĽ đŽđ°đ´đľ đđŞđŹđŚđđş đ¤đ˘đľđ¤đŠ đ˘ đ¤đ°đđĽ đŞđ§ đşđ°đś đ´đľđ˘đşđŚđĽ đ°đśđľ đ˘đŻđş đđ°đŻđ¨đŚđł. đđŚ đŽđ˘đĽđŚ đŠđŞđ´ đ¸đ˘đş đľđ°đ¸đ˘đłđĽ đ¸đŠđŚđłđŚ đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚ, đŻđ°đ¸ đ¤đłđ°đśđ¤đŠđŚđĽ đĽđ°đ¸đŻ đľđ° đ˘đĽđŽđŞđłđŚ đľđŠđŚ đđŚđ˘đˇđŚđ´ đ¤đ°đ˘đľđŚđĽ đŞđŻ đ§đłđ°đ´đľ đ˘đŻđĽ đŞđ¤đŚ. đđŠđŚ đ¤đłđśđŻđ¤đŠđŞđŻđ¨ đ´đ°đśđŻđĽ đ°đ§ đ´đŻđ°đ¸ đ¤đ˘đśđ¨đŠđľ đşđ°đśđł đ˘đľđľđŚđŻđľđŞđ°đŻ. đđ°đ°đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đśđą, đşđ°đś đ¤đ˘đśđ¨đŠđľ đ˘ đ´đŞđ¨đŠđľ đŽđśđ¤đŠ đŽđ°đłđŚ đ§đ˘đ´đ¤đŞđŻđ˘đľđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđ˘đŻ đľđŠđŚ đ§đłđ°đťđŚđŻ đ¨đłđŚđŚđŻđŚđłđş.
đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đľđ°đ¸đŚđłđŚđĽ đ°đˇđŚđł đşđ°đś, đŠđŞđ´ đđ˘đłđ¨đŚ đ§đłđ˘đŽđŚ đ¤đ°đŻđľđłđ˘đ´đľđŚđĽ đ˘đ¨đ˘đŞđŻđ´đľ đľđŠđŚ đ´đŻđ°đ¸. đđŞđ´ đ´đŞđđŹ đłđ°đŁđŚ đŠđ˘đĽ đ§đ˘đđđŚđŻ, đŻđ°đ¸ đŠđ˘đŻđ¨đŞđŻđ¨ đ§đłđ°đŽ đŠđŞđ´ đŠđŞđąđ´; đ˘đđđ°đ¸đŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đľđ° đ¸đ˘đľđ¤đŠ đ˘đ´ đľđŠđŚ đ´đŻđ°đ¸ đ¤đ°đđđŚđ¤đľđŚđĽ đ°đŻ đŠđŞđ´ đ´đŹđŞđŻ.
âđđ°đŽđŚ,â đŠđŚ đŚđšđľđŚđŻđĽđŚđĽ đ˘ đŠđ˘đŻđĽ đľđ°đ¸đ˘đłđĽđ´ đşđ°đś, âđşđ°đśâđđ đ¨đŚđľ đ´đŞđ¤đŹ đŞđ§ đşđ°đś đ´đľđ˘đş đ°đśđľ đ§đ°đł đľđ°đ° đđ°đŻđ¨.â đ đ°đś đĽđŞđĽđŻâđľ đąđłđ°đľđŚđ´đľ, đąđđ˘đ¤đŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đŠđ˘đŻđĽ đŞđŻ đŠđŞđ´; đ§đŚđŚđđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đłđ°đśđ¨đŠ, đ¤đ˘đđđ°đśđ´đŚđĽ đ´đŹđŞđŻ đŁđŚđŻđŚđ˘đľđŠ đşđ°đśđł đ°đ¸đŻ. đđŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ´đ° đ¸đ˘đłđŽ, đşđ°đś đ¤đ°đśđđĽ đŽđŚđđľ. đ đ°đś đ´đąđŚđŻđľ đľđŠđŚ đ´đŠđ°đłđľ đ¸đ˘đđŹ đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ đ§đ°đ¤đśđ´đŚđĽ đ°đŻ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘. đđĽđŽđŞđłđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đ¸đ˘đş đŠđŞđ´ đŽđśđ´đ¤đđŚđ´ đ´đŠđŞđ§đľđŚđĽ đ˘đ´ đŠđŚ đŽđ°đˇđŚđĽ, đ˘đŻđĽ đľđłđ˘đ¤đŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đľđ˘đľđľđ°đ°đ´ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đşđ°đśđł đŚđşđŚđ´. đđŠđŚ đ´đśđŻ đ¸đ˘đ´ đŤđśđ´đľ đŁđŚđ¨đŞđŻđŻđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ° đąđŚđ˘đŹ đ°đˇđŚđł đľđŠđŚ đŠđ°đłđŞđťđ°đŻ đŁđş đľđŠđŚ đľđŞđŽđŚ đşđ°đś đ¤đłđ˘đ¸đđŚđĽ đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ đŞđŻđľđ° đŁđŚđĽ.
đđŻđ¤đŚ đŠđŚ đ´đŚđŚđŽđŚđĽ đ¤đ°đŽđ§đ°đłđľđ˘đŁđđŚ đŚđŻđ°đśđ¨đŠ đşđ°đś đąđśđđđŚđĽ đşđ°đśđłđ´đŚđđ§ đśđą đśđŻđľđŞđ đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚ đ´đľđłđ˘đĽđĽđđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đ¸đ˘đŞđ´đľ. đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đ¨đ˘đˇđŚ đşđ°đś đ˘đŻ đŞđŻđľđłđŞđ¨đśđŚđĽ đđ°đ°đŹ đŁđśđľ đĽđŞđĽđŻâđľ đ´đľđ°đą đşđ°đś. đđľđ˘đłđľđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đľ đŠđŞđ´ đ¤đŠđŚđ´đľ, đşđ°đś đłđ˘đŻ đşđ°đśđł đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđ´ đ°đˇđŚđł đŠđŞđ´ đľđ˘đľđľđ°đ°đ´; đŤđśđ´đľ đđŞđŹđŚ đşđ°đś đĽđŞđĽ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đşđ°đśđł đŚđşđŚđ´ đŽđ°đŽđŚđŻđľđ´ đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ. đ đ°đśđł đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđľđŞđąđ´ đ¤đśđłđˇđŚđĽ đśđą đ°đˇđŚđł đŠđŞđ´ đ´đŠđ°đśđđĽđŚđłđ´ đśđŻđľđŞđ đşđ°đśđł đŠđ˘đŻđĽđ´ đłđŚđ˘đ¤đŠđŚđĽ đŠđŞđ´ đŻđŚđ¤đŹ. đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đ´đ˘đľ đŞđŻ đ´đŞđđŚđŻđ¤đŚ, đ˘ đ´đŽđ˘đđ đ´đŽđŞđłđŹ đ§đ°đłđŽđŞđŻđ¨ đ°đŻ đŠđŞđ´ đđŞđąđ´. đđŞđ´ đ˘đłđŽđ´ đŞđŻđ´đľđŞđŻđ¤đľđŞđˇđŚđđş đ´đŚđľđľđđŚđĽ đ°đŻ đşđ°đśđł đŠđŞđąđ´ đ¸đŠđŞđđŚ đľđŠđŚ đ°đľđŠđŚđł đľđ¸đ° đ´đśđąđąđ°đłđľđŚđĽ đŠđŞđ´ đŠđŚđ˘đĽ đ§đłđ°đŽ đŁđŚđŠđŞđŻđĽ, đŁđśđľ đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚ đ´đ° đ§đ°đ¤đśđ´đŚđĽ đľđŠđ˘đľ đşđ°đś đĽđŞđĽđŻâđľ đŚđˇđŚđŻ đŻđ°đľđŞđ¤đŚ. đđ°đ¸ đ¤đ°đśđđĽ đşđ°đś đŻđ°đľ đŁđŚ? đđŚâđ´ đ´đ° đŁđŚđ˘đśđľđŞđ§đśđ. đđ°đđđ°đ¸đŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đŤđ˘đ¸đđŞđŻđŚ, đşđ°đś đŚđˇđŚđŻđľđśđ˘đđđş đŽđŚđľ đŠđŞđ´ đ¨đ˘đťđŚ, đ¸đŞđľđŠ đ˘đđ đ§đ°đśđł đŚđşđŚđ´ đ§đ°đ¤đśđ´đŚđĽ đ°đŻ đşđ°đś. đđśđ¤đŠ đ˘ đĽđŚđŚđą đłđŚđĽ; đşđ°đś đ§đŚđđľ đđŞđŹđŚ đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚ đ´đ¸đŞđŽđŽđŞđŻđ¨ đŞđŻ đŞđľ. đ đ°đśđł đľđŠđ°đśđ¨đŠđľđ´ đ¸đŚđłđŚ đŞđŻđľđŚđłđłđśđąđľđŚđĽ đŁđş đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘âđ´ đŠđŚđ˘đłđľđş đđ˘đśđ¨đŠ,
âđđłđŚ đşđ°đś đĽđ°đŻđŚ đşđŚđľ?â đđ¸đ° đŚđşđŚđ´ đ´đľđ˘đşđŚđĽ đđ°đ¤đŹđŚđĽ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đşđ°đśđłđ´ đ¸đŠđŞđđŚ đľđŠđŚ đ°đľđŠđŚđł đľđ¸đ° đ´đŠđŞđ§đľđŚđĽ đĽđ°đ¸đŻ đľđ° đşđ°đśđł đđŞđąđ´. đđŚ đĽđŞđĽđŻâđľ đ¨đŞđˇđŚ đşđ°đś đ˘ đ´đŞđŻđ¨đđŚ đŽđ°đŽđŚđŻđľ đľđ° đ˘đŻđ´đ¸đŚđł đŚđŞđľđŠđŚđł; đąđśđđđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đŞđŻ đ§đ°đł đ˘ đŹđŞđ´đ´ đ´đ° đŞđŻđľđŚđŻđ´đŚ đŞđľ đŽđ˘đĽđŚ đşđ°đś đĽđŞđťđťđş. đđŞđ´ đ˘đłđŽđ´ đ¸đłđ˘đąđąđŚđĽ đ˘đłđ°đśđŻđĽ đşđ°đś đ¤đ°đŽđąđđŚđľđŚđđş; đ´đśđłđłđ°đśđŻđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đŞđŻ đ´đ° đŽđśđ¤đŠ đ¸đ˘đłđŽđľđŠ, đŞđľ đ§đŚđđľ đđŞđŹđŚ đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚ đŁđśđłđŻđŞđŻđ¨ đ§đłđ°đŽ đľđŠđŚ đŞđŻđ´đŞđĽđŚ đ°đśđľ. đđ§đľđŚđł đ´đśđ¤đŠ đ˘đŻ đŚđˇđŚđŻđľđ§đśđ đŽđ°đłđŻđŞđŻđ¨, đşđ°đś đ¤đ°đśđđĽ đ§đŞđŻđ˘đđđş đ§đŚđŚđ đ´đđŚđŚđą đľđŚđ˘đ´đŞđŻđ¨ đŞđľđ´ đ¸đ˘đş đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ đŞđŻđľđ° đşđ°đśđł đŽđŞđŻđĽ. đđśđŻđđŞđ¨đŠđľ đŠđ˘đĽ đ˘đđłđŚđ˘đĽđş đ§đŞđđđŚđĽ đľđŠđŚ đłđ°đ°đŽ; đŽđ˘đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đŞđľ đ´đŚđŚđŽ đśđŻđ˘đąđ°đđ°đ¨đŚđľđŞđ¤đ˘đđđş đŁđłđŞđ¨đŠđľ. đđśđľ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đşđ°đśđł đ§đ˘đ¤đŚ đŁđśđłđŞđŚđĽ đŞđŻ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘âđ´ đ¤đŠđŚđ´đľ, đşđ°đś đ¤đ°đśđđĽ đąđłđŚđľđŚđŻđĽ đľđŠđ˘đľ đŞđľ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ´đľđŞđđ đĽđ˘đłđŹ.
đđş đŽđŞđĽ-đĽđ˘đş, đľđŠđŚ đ´đŻđ°đ¸ đ´đŠđ°đ¸đŚđĽ đŻđ° đ´đŞđ¨đŻ đ°đ§ đ´đľđ°đąđąđŞđŻđ¨; đ˘ đ´đľđ°đłđŽ đ¸đ˘đ´ đŞđŽđŽđŞđŻđŚđŻđľ. đđ´đśđ˘đđđş, ����đŠđŚ đ´đŠđłđŞđŻđŚ đŞđ´ đŁđśđ´đľđđŞđŻđ¨ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đ´đŚđłđˇđ˘đŻđľđ´ đŠđŞđłđŚđĽ đ§đłđ°đŽ đŻđŚđ˘đłđŁđş đˇđŞđđđ˘đ¨đŚđ´. đđ´ đ˘ đąđ˘đłđľ đ°đ§ đľđŠđŚđŞđł đ˘đ¨đłđŚđŚđŽđŚđŻđľđ´ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘, đľđŠđŚ đ´đŚđľđľđđŚđŽđŚđŻđľđ´ đ´đŚđŻđĽ đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚđŞđł đ§đŞđŻđŚđ´đľ đľđ° đľđŚđŻđĽ đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đ¨đłđ°đśđŻđĽđ´, đ¤đ°đ°đŹ đŽđŚđ˘đđ´, đ˘đŻđĽ đŹđŚđŚđą đľđŠđŚ đ´đŠđłđŞđŻđŚ đ¤đđŚđ˘đŻ. đđŠđŞđ´ đŽđŚđ˘đŻđľ đşđ°đś đŠđ˘đĽ đ°đľđŠđŚđł đŠđśđŽđ˘đŻđ´ đľđ° đŞđŻđľđŚđłđ˘đ¤đľ đ¸đŞđľđŠ, đ˘đđ đ¸đŠđŞđđŚ đŻđŚđˇđŚđł đŠđ˘đˇđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ° đđŞđ§đľ đ˘ đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđł đŞđŻ đľđŚđłđŽđ´ đ°đ§ đŠđ°đśđ´đŚđ¸đ°đłđŹ. đđ°đĽđ˘đş đ¸đ˘đ´ đĽđŞđ§đ§đŚđłđŚđŻđľ, đľđŠđŚ đ´đŽđ˘đđ đŠđ˘đŻđĽđ§đśđ đ°đ§ đąđŚđ°đąđđŚ đ¸đŠđ° đđŞđˇđŚđĽ đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚ đ´đŠđŞđŻđŚ đŠđ˘đĽ đ˘đđłđŚđ˘đĽđş đŁđŚđ¨đśđŻ đľđŠđŚđŞđł đĽđ˘đŞđđş đ¸đ°đłđŹ, đŁđśđľ đŽđ˘đŻđş đ´đľđ˘đşđŚđĽ đŠđ°đŽđŚ đĽđśđŚ đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đ¸đŚđ˘đľđŠđŚđł. đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đ´đśđłđąđłđŞđ´đŞđŻđ¨đđş đ´đŚđŚđŽđŚđĽ đ§đŞđŻđŚ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đľđŠđŞđ´; đŠđŚ đ¤đ°đśđđĽ đŁđŚ đ¤đłđśđŚđ đŁđśđľ đŠđŚ đ¸đ˘đ´đŻ'đľ đŞđđđ°đ¨đŞđ¤đ˘đ. đđŠđŞđ´ đđŚđĽ đľđ° đľđ¸đ° đŞđŽđąđ°đłđľđ˘đŻđľ đ¤đ°đŻđ´đŚđ˛đśđŚđŻđ¤đŚđ´: đ°đŻđŚ, đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚ đŁđ°đłđŚđĽ đ°đśđľ đ°đ§ đşđ°đśđł đŽđŞđŻđĽ. đđŻđ´đľđŚđ˘đĽ đ°đ§ đ´đąđŚđŻđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đĽđ˘đş đŹđŚđŚđąđŞđŻđ¨ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đ¤đ°đŽđąđ˘đŻđş đĽđśđłđŞđŻđ¨ đŽđŚđŚđľđŞđŻđ¨đ´ đ˘đŻđĽ đąđđ˘đşđŞđŻđ¨ đ¨đ˘đŽđŚđ´ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đ´đŚđłđˇđ˘đŻđľđ´ đ°đŻ đľđŠđŚđŞđł đŁđłđŚđ˘đŹđ´, đşđ°đś đ¸đ˘đŻđĽđŚđłđŚđĽ đľđŠđŚ đŠđ˘đđđ´ đ°đ§ đľđŠđŚ đ´đŠđłđŞđŻđŚ đ˘đŞđŽđđŚđ´đ´đđş. đđŞđľđŠ đľđŠđŚ đŽđ°đ´đľ đłđŚđ¤đŚđŻđľ đĽđŚđ´đľđłđśđ¤đľđŞđ°đŻ đ°đ§ đşđŚđľ đ˘đŻđ°đľđŠđŚđł đˇđŞđđđ˘đ¨đŚ đŁđŚđŞđŻđ¨ đŤđśđ´đľ đ˘ đ¤đ°đśđąđđŚ đ°đ§ đ¸đŚđŚđŹđ´ đąđłđŞđ°đł, đľđŠđŚ đ¸đ°đłđŹđŚđłđ´ đľđŠđ˘đľ đ¸đŚđłđŚ đ˘đłđ°đśđŻđĽ đ´đŚđŚđŽđŚđĽ đŠđŚđ´đŞđľđ˘đŻđľ đľđ° đĽđŚđˇđŞđ˘đľđŚ đ§đłđ°đŽ đľđŠđŚđŞđł đ¸đ°đłđŹ; đŚđˇđŚđŻ đľđ° đŞđŻđľđŚđłđ˘đ¤đľ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đşđ°đś đ§đ°đł đŤđśđ´đľ đ˘ đŽđ°đŽđŚđŻđľ. đđŠđŚđş đ¸đ˘đŻđľđŚđĽ đľđ° đ˘đˇđ°đŞđĽ đśđąđ´đŚđľđľđŞđŻđ¨ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đ˘đ´ đŽđśđ¤đŠ đ˘đ´ đąđ°đ´đ´đŞđŁđđŚ, đ˘đŻđĽ đŠđ°đŻđŚđ´đľđđş, đşđ°đś đ¤đ°đśđđĽđŻâđľ đŁđđ˘đŽđŚ đľđŠđŚđŽ. đđŚđ¤đ°đŻđĽđđş, đľđŠđŚ đđ˘đ¤đŹ đ°đ§ đąđŚđ°đąđđŚ đ˘đđđ°đ¸đŚđĽ đ˘đŻ đŞđĽđŞđ°đľđŞđ¤ đşđ°đśđŻđ¨ đŽđ˘đŻ đľđ° đ´đŻđŚđ˘đŹ đŞđŻđľđ° đľđŠđŚ đ´đŠđłđŞđŻđŚ đśđŻđŻđ°đľđŞđ¤đŚđĽ.
đđŞđľđŠ đđśđŻđ¤đŠđľđŞđŽđŚ đŤđśđ´đľ đ˘đłđ°đśđŻđĽ đľđŠđŚ đ¤đ°đłđŻđŚđł, đşđ°đś đĽđŚđ¤đŞđĽđŚ đľđ° đŠđŚđ˘đĽ đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đŹđŞđľđ¤đŠđŚđŻ đŞđŻ đŠđ°đąđŚđ´ đľđŠđ˘đľ đđ˘đ°đłđŞ đ¤đ°đśđđĽ đŽđ˘đŹđŚ đşđ°đś đ˘ đ´đŻđ˘đ¤đŹ. đđ˘đ°đłđŞ đŠđ˘đĽ đ¸đ°đłđŹđŚđĽ đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚ đ´đŠđłđŞđŻđŚâđ´ đľđŚđŽđąđđŚ đ§đ°đł đ˘đŁđ°đśđľ đ˘đ´ đđ°đŻđ¨ đ˘đ´ đşđ°đśâđĽ đđŞđˇđŚđĽ đľđŠđŚđłđŚ. đđş đŁđłđŞđŁđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đ¸đŞđľđŠ đ§đ°đ°đĽ, đ´đŠđŚ đŠđŚđđąđŚđĽ đşđ°đś đ¤đ°đŽđŚ đ°đśđľ đ°đ§ đşđ°đśđł đ´đŠđŚđđ đ˘ đŁđŞđľ đŽđ°đłđŚ đ˘đŻđĽ đşđ°đś đ˛đśđŞđ¤đŹđđş đŁđŚđ¤đ˘đŽđŚ đ¤đđ°đ´đŚ đ§đłđŞđŚđŻđĽđ´.
đđŠđŚ đŠđ˘đđđ¸đ˘đş đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đŹđŞđľđ¤đŠđŚđŻ đŠđ˘đĽ đşđ°đśđł đ§đ˘đˇđ°đłđŞđľđŚ đˇđŞđŚđ¸ đ°đ§ đľđŠđŚ đ¨đłđ°đśđŻđĽđ´. đ đ°đś đľđ°đ°đŹ đ˘ đŽđ°đŽđŚđŻđľ đľđ° đ˘đąđąđłđŚđ¤đŞđ˘đľđŚ đľđŠđŚ đ´đŽđ˘đđ đąđ°đŻđĽ đ˘ đ¤đ°đśđąđđŚ đ°đ§ đşđ˘đłđĽđ´ đ§đłđ°đŽ đľđŠđŚ đ´đŠđłđŞđŻđŚ. đđŻ đľđŠđŚ đ¸đ˘đłđŽđŚđł đŽđ°đŻđľđŠđ´, đľđŠđŚ đąđ°đŻđĽ đ¸đ˘đ´ đˇđŞđŁđłđ˘đŻđľ; đŠđ°đŽđŚ đľđ° đ˘ đˇđ˘đłđŞđŚđľđş đ°đ§ đ¤đłđŚđ˘đľđśđłđŚđ´, đ˘đŻđĽ đ´đśđłđłđ°đśđŻđĽđŚđĽ đŁđş đđśđ´đŠ đąđđ˘đŻđľ đđŞđ§đŚ. đđ°đ¸, đľđŠđŚ đľđłđŚđŚđ´ đ¸đŚđłđŚ đŁđ˘đłđŚ; đđŚđ˘đˇđŚđ´ đ¸đŚđłđŚ đłđŚđąđđ˘đ¤đŚđĽ đŁđş đ´đŻđ°đ¸ đ˘đŻđĽ đŞđ¤đŚ. đđŠđŚ đąđ°đŻđĽ đ¸đ˘đ´ đŁđŚđ¨đŞđŻđŻđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ° đ§đłđŚđŚđťđŚ đ°đˇđŚđł đ˘đ´ đ¸đŚđđ. đđľ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ¸đŠđŞđđŚ đ˘đĽđŽđŞđłđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đ´đ¤đŚđŻđŚđłđş đľđŠđ˘đľ đşđ°đś đŻđ°đľđŞđ¤đŚđĽ đľđŠđŚđŽ, đ§đ˘đŞđŻđľ đ§đ°đ°đľđąđłđŞđŻđľđ´ đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚ đ´đŻđ°đ¸ đđŚđ˘đĽđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đ´đŚđłđˇđ˘đŻđľâđ´ đ´đŞđĽđŚ đŚđŻđľđłđ˘đŻđ¤đŚ. đđľ đ´đŚđŚđŽđŚđĽ đ˘ đđŞđľđľđđŚ đ´đľđłđ˘đŻđ¨đŚ đľđŠđ˘đľ đ˘đŻđşđ°đŻđŚ đ¸đ°đśđđĽ đŁđŚ đ¨đ°đŞđŻđ¨ đ°đśđľ đŞđŻ đľđŠđŞđ´ đ¸đŚđ˘đľđŠđŚđł, đŁđśđľ đľđŠđŚđŻ đ˘đ¨đ˘đŞđŻ, đľđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŞđŻ đłđŚđ˘đ´đ°đŻ đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚđŻâđľ đ°đśđľ đľđŠđŚđłđŚ đŻđ°đ¸ đŞđ´ đľđŠđ˘đľ đşđ°đś đąđłđ°đŽđŞđ´đŚđĽ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đľđŠđ˘đľ đşđ°đśâđĽ đ´đľđ˘đş đŞđŻđ´đŞđĽđŚ. đđ˘đşđŁđŚ đđ˘đ°đłđŞ đ°đł đ°đŻđŚ đ°đ§ đľđŠđŚ đ°đľđŠđŚđłđ´ đ´đľđŚđąđąđŚđĽ đ°đśđľ đ§đ°đł đ˘ đŽđ°đŽđŚđŻđľ đŤđśđ´đľ đľđ° đ˘đąđąđłđŚđ¤đŞđ˘đľđŚ đľđŠđŚ đ¸đŞđŻđľđŚđł đ¸đ°đŻđĽđŚđłđđ˘đŻđĽ đ˘đłđ°đśđŻđĽ đľđŠđŚđŽ. đđŻđş đ§đśđłđľđŠđŚđł đ¸đ°đłđłđŞđŚđ´ đ¸đŚđłđŚ đ˛đśđŞđ¤đŹđđş đłđŚđąđđ˘đ¤đŚđĽ đ˘đ´ đşđ°đś đ´đľđŚđąđąđŚđĽ đŞđŻđľđ° đľđŠđŚ đŹđŞđľđ¤đŠđŚđŻ đ˘đŻđĽ đ¸đŚđłđŚ đŞđŽđŽđŚđĽđŞđ˘đľđŚđđş đŽđŚđľ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŚđšđ¤đŞđľđŚđĽ đ´đŠđ°đśđľđ´ đ§đłđ°đŽ đşđ°đśđł đ§đłđŞđŚđŻđĽ.
âđđŠ, đşđ°đśâđłđŚ đŤđśđ´đľ đľđŠđŚ đąđŚđłđ´đ°đŻ đ đ¸đ˘đŻđľđŚđĽ đľđ° đ´đŚđŚâ đđ˘đ°đłđŞ đłđśđ´đŠđŚđĽ đ°đśđľ đ§đłđ°đŽ đľđŠđŚ đĽđŚđąđľđŠđ´ đ°đ§ đľđŠđŚ đŹđŞđľđ¤đŠđŚđŻ, đ¨đŚđŻđľđđş đąđśđ´đŠđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ đľđ°đ¸đ˘đłđĽ đŠđŚđł đ¸đ°đłđŹđ´đąđ˘đ¤đŚ. âđâđˇđŚ đŁđŚđŚđŻ đąđŚđłđ§đŚđ¤đľđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŞđ´ đ§đ°đł đ˛đśđŞđľđŚ đ´đ°đŽđŚ đľđŞđŽđŚ đ˘đŻđĽ đ đ§đŞđŻđ˘đđđş đ§đŞđ¨đśđłđŚđĽ đŞđľ đ°đśđľ!â đđ§đľđŚđł đ´đŞđľđľđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đĽđ°đ¸đŻ, đ´đŠđŚ đąđśđđđŚđĽ đ°đśđľ đ˘ đ´đŽđ˘đđ đąđ°đľ đ˘đŻđĽ đŁđŚđ¨đ˘đŻ đĽđŞđ´đŠđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đśđą đ˘ đŁđ°đ¸đ đ°đ§ đŠđŚđł đŻđŚđ¸đŚđ´đľ đ¤đłđŚđ˘đľđŞđ°đŻ.
âđđ°đśđą?â đ đ°đś đ˛đśđŚđ´đľđŞđ°đŻđŚđĽ, âđ đ°đśâđłđŚ đľđŠđŞđ´ đŚđšđ¤đŞđľđŚđĽ đ˘đŁđ°đśđľ đ´đ°đśđą?â đđľ đ¸đ˘đ´đŻâđľ đśđŻđśđ´đśđ˘đ đ§đ°đł đđ˘đ°đłđŞ đľđ° đ¨đŚđľ đľđŠđŞđ´ đ¸đ°đłđŹđŚđĽ đśđą đ°đˇđŚđł đ§đ°đ°đĽ, đŁđśđľ đľđŠđŞđ´ đđŚđˇđŚđ đ°đ§ đŚđšđ¤đŞđľđŚđŽđŚđŻđľ đ¸đ˘đ´ đľđşđąđŞđ¤đ˘đđđş đłđŚđ´đŚđłđˇđŚđĽ đ§đ°đł đ¤đ°đŽđąđđŚđš đĽđŚđ´đ´đŚđłđľđ´.
âđđľđ°đą đ§đśđ´đ´đŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đŻđĽ đľđłđş đŞđľ.â đđ˘đ°đłđŞ đ´đŚđľ đľđŠđŚ đŁđ°đ¸đ đĽđ°đ¸đŻ đŞđŻ đ§đłđ°đŻđľ đ°đ§ đşđ°đś đ˘đŻđĽ đ¸đ˘đŞđľđŚđĽ đŚđšđąđŚđ¤đľđ˘đŻđľđđş. đđŠđŚ đ´đ°đśđą đ¸đ˘đ´ đ˘ đ´đŞđŽđąđđŚ đŁđłđ°đľđŠ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đ˘ đŽđŞđš đ°đ§ đˇđŚđ¨đŚđľđ˘đŁđđŚđ´; đŞđľ đ´đŚđŚđŽđŚđĽ đŁđ˘đ´đŞđ¤ đŁđśđľ đ´đŽđŚđđđŚđĽ đĽđŚđđŞđ¤đŞđ°đśđ´. đđľ đľđ˘đ´đľđŚđĽ đĽđŚđđŞđ¤đŞđ°đśđ´ đľđ°đ°, đ¸đŞđľđŠ đ˘ đŻđŞđ¤đŚ đ´đ˘đˇđ°đłđş đľđ˘đ´đľđŚ đľđŠđ˘đľ đ¸đ˘đłđŽđŚđĽ đşđ°đśđł đ´đ°đśđ. đđŚđŚđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đđ°đ°đŹ đ°đ§ đŚđŻđŤđ°đşđŽđŚđŻđľ, đđ˘đ°đłđŞ đđŚđľ đ°đśđľ đ˘ đ´đŞđ¨đŠ đ°đ§ đłđŚđđŞđŚđ§. âđđş đŽđ°đľđŠđŚđł đśđ´đŚđĽ đľđ° đŽđ˘đŹđŚ đŞđľ đ§đ°đł đŽđŚ đ˘đŻđĽ đŽđş đ´đŞđ´đľđŚđłđ´. đđŠđŚ đąđ˘đ´đ´đŚđĽ đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ đ´đŠđŚ đ¤đ°đśđđĽ đľđŚđ˘đ¤đŠ đ˘đŻđş đ°đ§ đśđ´ đľđŠđŚ đłđŚđ¤đŞđąđŚ, đ´đ° đâđˇđŚ đŁđŚđŚđŻ đľđłđşđŞđŻđ¨ đŚđˇđŚđłđş đ¤đ°đŽđŁđŞđŻđ˘đľđŞđ°đŻ đ đ¤đ°đśđđĽ đľđŠđŞđŻđŹ đ°đ§ đľđ° đ§đŞđ¨đśđłđŚ đŞđľ đ°đśđľ.â đđŠđŚ đ¨đłđ˘đŁđ´ đŠđŚđłđ´đŚđđ§ đ˘ đŁđ°đ¸đ đ˘đŻđĽ đľđ˘đŹđŚđ´ đ˘ đ´đŚđ˘đľ đŻđŚđšđľ đľđ° đşđ°đś, âđ đ¸đ˘đŻđľđŚđĽ đľđ° đ¨đŚđľ đŞđľ đłđŞđ¨đŠđľ đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ đ đľđ°đđĽ đşđ°đś đ˘đŁđ°đśđľ đŞđľ.â
âđđ˘đ°đłđŞâŚ đľđŠđ˘đľâđ´ đ´đ° đ´đ¸đŚđŚđľ.â đ đ°đś đłđŚđ˘đđŞđťđŚ đŻđ°đ¸ đľđŠđ˘đľ đşđ°đś đĽđŞđĽđŻâđľ đŹđŻđ°đ¸ đđ˘đ°đłđŞ đ˘đ´ đ¸đŚđđ đ˘đ´ đşđ°đś đľđŠđ°đśđ¨đŠđľ; đşđ°đś đŹđŻđŚđ¸ đ´đŠđŚ đŠđ˘đĽ đşđ°đśđŻđ¨đŚđł đ´đŞđ´đľđŚđłđ´ đ¸đŠđ° đđŞđˇđŚđĽ đŞđŻ đ˘ đˇđŞđđđ˘đ¨đŚ đ˛đśđŞđľđŚ đ§đ˘đł đ§đłđ°đŽ đ¸đŠđŚđłđŚ đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚ đŁđśđľ đŠđ˘đĽ đŻđ° đ¤đđśđŚ đ°đ§ đŠđŚđł đŽđ°đľđŠđŚđłâđ´ đąđ˘đ´đ´đŞđŻđ¨. đđŠđŚ đŠđ˘đĽ đ˘đđ¸đ˘đşđ´ đŁđŚđŚđŻ đ˛đśđŞđľđŚ đ°đąđŚđŻ đ˘đŁđ°đśđľ đŠđŚđł đŞđŻđľđŚđłđŚđ´đľđ´, đđŞđŹđŚđ´, đ˘đŻđĽ đĽđŞđ´đđŞđŹđŚđ´, đŁđśđľ đŻđŚđˇđŚđł đŠđŚđł đ§đ˘đŽđŞđđş. đ đ°đś đĽđŚđ¤đŞđĽđŚđĽ đľđ° đ´đąđŚđŻđĽ đľđŠđŚ đłđŚđ´đľ đ°đ§ đľđŠđŚ đ˘đ§đľđŚđłđŻđ°đ°đŻ đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚ đŹđŞđľđ¤đŠđŚđŻ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŠđŚđł, đŠđŚđđąđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŚđł đŽđ˘đŹđŚ đŽđ°đłđŚ đ°đ§ đľđŠđŚ đ´đ°đśđą đ§đ°đł đľđŠđŚ đ°đľđŠđŚđł đ´đŚđłđˇđ˘đŻđľđ´ đ˘đŻđĽ đ˘đ´đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đ˛đśđŚđ´đľđŞđ°đŻđ´ đ˘đŁđ°đśđľ đŠđŚđł đłđŚđđ˘đľđŞđˇđŚđ´ đ˘đŻđĽ đđŞđ§đŚ đ°đˇđŚđłđ˘đđ. đ đ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚ đ¤đ˘đłđŚđ§đśđ đŻđ°đľ đľđ° đąđłđŚđ´đ´ đ˘đŻđş đŞđ´đ´đśđŚđ´ đ°đł đŽđ˘đŹđŚ đŠđŚđł đśđŻđ¤đ°đŽđ§đ°đłđľđ˘đŁđđŚ, đŁđśđľ đ´đŠđŚ đ´đŚđŚđŽđŚđĽ đ˛đśđŞđľđŚ đ°đąđŚđŻ đľđ° đŞđľ; đŚđ´đąđŚđ¤đŞđ˘đđđş đ¸đŠđŞđđŚ đŽđ˘đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŚđł đŽđ°đľđŠđŚđłâđ´ đ´đ°đśđą.
đđ°đśđłđ´ đđ˘đľđŚđł, đşđ°đśâđłđŚ đ§đŞđŻđ˘đđđş đĽđ°đŻđŚ đŠđŚđđąđŞđŻđ¨ đđ˘đ°đłđŞ đ˘đŻđĽ đ˘đłđŚ đŚđŻđŤđ°đşđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đŽđŚđ˘đ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đ´đ°đŽđŚ đ°đ§ đľđŠđŚ đ°đľđŠđŚđł đ´đľđ˘đ§đ§ đ¸đŠđŚđŻ đ°đŻđŚ đąđ°đŞđŻđľđ´ đ°đśđľ đľđŠđŚ đ§đ˘đ¤đľ đľđŠđ˘đľ đľđŠđŚ đ´đśđŻ đŞđ´ đŁđŚđ¨đŞđŻđŻđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ° đ´đŚđľ. đđŠđŞđ´ đľđŞđŽđŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đśđ´đśđ˘đđđş đłđŚđ´đŚđłđˇđŚđĽ đ§đ°đł đşđ°đś đ˘đŻđĽ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘. đ đ°đś đ˛đśđŞđ¤đŹđđş đŚđšđ¤đśđ´đŚđĽ đşđ°đśđłđ´đŚđđ§, đľđŠđ˘đŻđŹđŞđŻđ¨ đđ˘đ°đłđŞ đ§đ°đł đľđŠđŚ đŽđŚđ˘đ đ˘đŻđĽ đŠđŚđ˘đĽđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đľđŠđłđ°đŻđŚ đłđ°đ°đŽ.
đđŠđŚ đ¤đ°đłđłđŞđĽđ°đłđ´ đ¸đŚđłđŚ đ¤đ°đđĽ đ˘đŻđĽ đ˛đśđŞđŚđľ, đ°đĽđĽđđş đ´đ°, đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đąđ°đŞđŻđľ đ¸đŠđŚđłđŚ đşđ°đśđł đŠđśđłđłđŞđŚđĽ đ§đ°đ°đľđ´đľđŚđąđ´ đŚđ¤đŠđ°đŚđĽ đ˘đłđ°đśđŻđĽ đşđ°đś, đ˘đŻđĽ đşđ°đśđł đŁđłđŚđ˘đľđŠ đˇđ˘đąđ°đłđŞđťđŚđĽ đľđŠđŚ đŽđ°đŽđŚđŻđľ đŞđľ đđŚđ§đľ đşđ°đśđł đđśđŻđ¨đ´. đđŠđŚ đ˘đŞđł đ§đŚđđľ đľđŚđŻđ´đŚ đ˘đŻđĽ đŠđŚđ˘đˇđş đđŞđŹđŚ đľđŠđŚ đ´đŠđłđŞđŻđŚ đŠđ˘đĽ đ˘ đ´đŚđ¤đłđŚđľ đŞđľ đłđŚđ§đśđ´đŚđĽ đľđ° đľđŚđđ. đ đ°đś đąđśđ´đŠđŚđĽ đ°đąđŚđŻ đľđŠđŚ đđ˘đłđ¨đŚ, đ°đłđŻđ˘đľđŚ đĽđ°đ°đłđ´ đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đľđŠđłđ°đŻđŚ đłđ°đ°đŽ đŞđŻ đŠđ°đąđŚđ´ đľđŠđ˘đľ đ´đŚđŚđŞđŻđ¨ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đ¸đ°đśđđĽ đłđŚđđŞđŚđˇđŚ đľđŠđŚ đľđŚđŻđ´đŞđ°đŻ, đŁđśđľ đľđŠđŚ đłđ°đ°đŽ đ¸đ˘đ´ đŚđŽđąđľđş. đ đ°đś đąđ˘đśđ´đŚđĽ, đ¤đ°đŻđ´đŞđĽđŚđłđŞđŻđ¨ đ¸đŠđŚđľđŠđŚđł đşđ°đś đ´đŠđ°đśđđĽ đ´đŚđ˘đłđ¤đŠ đ§đ°đł đŠđŞđŽ đ°đł đŞđ§ đŞđľ đ¸đ°đśđđĽ đŁđŚ đŁđŚđľđľđŚđł đľđ° đŤđśđ´đľ đ¸đ˘đŞđľ. đđŻ đ°đŻđŚ đ´đ¸đŞđ§đľ đŽđ°đˇđŚđŽđŚđŻđľ, đľđŠđ˘đľ đĽđŚđ¤đŞđ´đŞđ°đŻ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ˘đŁđłđśđąđľđđş đľđ˘đŹđŚđŻ đ§đłđ°đŽ đşđ°đś. đ đ°đś đ§đłđ°đťđŚ. đđ°đ¸ đ§đ°đłđ¤đŚđĽ đľđ° đłđŚ-đŚđˇđ˘đđśđ˘đľđŚ đşđ°đśđł đ´đŞđľđśđ˘đľđŞđ°đŻ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đ˘ đ´đŠđ˘đłđą đŁđđ˘đĽđŚ đąđđ˘đ¤đŚđĽ đ˘đ¨đ˘đŞđŻđ´đľ đşđ°đśđł đŻđŚđ¤đŹ.
âđđ°đŻâđľ đŽđ°đˇđŚ, đ˘đŻđĽ đĽđ°đŻâđľ đşđ°đś đĽđ˘đłđŚ đľđŠđŞđŻđŹ đ˘đŁđ°đśđľ đ´đ¤đłđŚđ˘đŽđŞđŻđ¨,â đ˘ đ˛đśđŞđŚđľ, đşđŚđľ đ´đľđŚđłđŻ đˇđ°đŞđ¤đŚ đ´đąđ°đŹđŚ đ§đłđ°đŽ đŁđŚđŠđŞđŻđĽ đşđ°đś. âđâđŽ đ´đ°đłđłđş đŞđľ đŠđ˘đĽ đľđ° đŚđŻđĽ đľđŠđŞđ´ đ¸đ˘đş, đŁđśđľ-â đ đ°đś đĽđ°đŻâđľ đ¨đŞđˇđŚ đŠđŞđŽ đ˘ đ¤đŠđ˘đŻđ¤đŚ đľđ° đ§đŞđŻđŞđ´đŠ, đ¨đłđ˘đŁđŁđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đŠđ˘đŻđĽ đŠđ°đđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đĽđ˘đ¨đ¨đŚđł, đşđ°đś đąđśđđ đŞđľ đ˘đ¸đ˘đş đ§đłđ°đŽ đŠđŞđ´ đŻđŚđ¤đŹ; đśđ´đŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đŻđŚđ¸đđş đ§đ°đłđŽđŚđĽ đ¨đ˘đą đľđ° đĽđśđ¤đŹ đŁđ˘đ¤đŹđ¸đ˘đłđĽ đśđŻđĽđŚđł đŠđŞđ´ đ˘đłđŽ đ˘đŻđĽ đ°đśđľ đ°đ§ đŠđŞđ´ đ¨đłđ˘đ´đą. đđŞđľđŠđ°đśđľ đŠđŚđ´đŞđľđ˘đľđŞđ°đŻ đŠđŚ đłđśđ´đŠđŚđ´ đľđ°đ¸đ˘đłđĽđ´ đşđ°đś, đˇđŞđ°đđŚđŻđľđđş đľđłđ˘đ´đŠđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đ¸đ˘đş. đđŻ đ˘ đąđ˘đŻđŞđ¤, đŤđśđŽđą đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ; đŞđŻđ´đľđŞđŻđ¤đľđŞđˇđŚđđş đłđ˘đŞđ´đŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đ˘đłđŽđ´ đŞđŻ đ°đłđĽđŚđł đľđ° đŁđđ°đ¤đŹ đşđ°đśđł đ§đ˘đ¤đŚ. đđŻđ§đ°đłđľđśđŻđ˘đľđŚđđş, đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚđŻâđľ đ˛đśđŞđ¤đŹ đŚđŻđ°đśđ¨đŠ. đđŠđŚ đľđŞđą đ°đ§ đŠđŞđ´ đŁđđ˘đĽđŚ đ´đđ˘đ´đŠđŚđ´ đľđŠđłđ°đśđ¨đŠ đşđ°đśđł đ§đ°đłđŚđ˘đłđŽ đđŚđ˘đˇđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘ đ´đŞđ¨đŻđŞđ§đŞđ¤đ˘đŻđľđđş đđ˘đłđ¨đŚ đ¨đ˘đ´đŠ. đđŞđľđŠ đ´đ° đŽđśđ¤đŠ đ˘đĽđłđŚđŻđ˘đđŞđŻđŚ đłđśđŻđŻđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđłđ°đśđ¨đŠ đşđ°đśđł đˇđŚđŞđŻđ´, đşđ°đśđł đŁđ°đĽđş đŁđ˘đłđŚđđş đłđŚđ¤đ°đ¨đŻđŞđťđŚđ´ đľđŠđŚ đąđ˘đŞđŻ. đ đ°đśâđłđŚ đ˘đŁđđŚ đľđ° đĽđ°đĽďż˝ďż˝đŚ đ˘ đ¤đ°đśđąđđŚ đŽđ°đłđŚ đ´đ¸đŞđŻđ¨đ´, đŚđˇđŚđŻđľđśđ˘đđđş đłđŚđ˘đ¤đŠđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đŁđ˘đ´đŚ đ°đ§ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘âđ´ đľđŠđłđ°đŻđŚ. đ đ°đś đ¸đŠđŞđą đ˘đłđ°đśđŻđĽ, đľđ˘đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đ´đŽđ˘đđ đ´đđŞđˇđŚđł đ°đ§ đ°đąđąđ°đłđľđśđŻđŞđľđş đľđ° đąđśđ´đŠ đŠđŞđŽ đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ đŞđŻđľđ° đľđŠđŚ đąđŞđđŚ đ°đ§ đŁđ°đŻđŚđ´. đđŠđŞđ´ đ¸đ˘đ´ đşđ°đśđł đ¤đŠđ˘đŻđ¤đŚ đ˘đŻđĽ đşđ°đś đľđ˘đŹđŚ đŞđľ.
đđśđŻ.
đ đ°đś đłđśđ´đŠ đĽđ°đ¸đŻ đľđŠđŚ đ¤đ°đłđłđŞđĽđ°đł, đ´đ¤đłđŚđ˘đŽđŞđŻđ¨ đ§đ°đł đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘; đđŚđ˘đˇđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘ đ¤đ°đŻđ´đŞđĽđŚđłđ˘đŁđđŚ đ˘đŽđ°đśđŻđľ đ°đ§ đŁđđ°đ°đĽ đľđłđ˘đŞđđŞđŻđ¨ đŁđŚđŠđŞđŻđĽ đşđ°đś. đđŠđŚ đąđ˘đŞđŻ đ§đŞđŻđ˘đđđş đłđŚđ¨đŞđ´đľđŚđłđ´ đŞđŻ đşđ°đśđł đŽđŞđŻđĽ; đŞđľ đłđ˘đĽđŞđ˘đľđŚđ´ đ§đłđ°đŽ đşđ°đśđł đ˘đłđŽ đ˘đŻđĽ đľđŠđłđ°đśđ¨đŠđ°đśđľ đşđ°đśđł đŁđ°đĽđş. đ đ°đśđł đđśđŻđ¨đ´ đŁđŚđ¨đŞđŻ đľđ° đŁđśđłđŻ, đ˘đŻđĽ đŁđđ°đ°đĽ đłđśđ´đŠđŚđ´ đŞđŻ đşđ°đśđł đŚđ˘đłđ´.
đđŠđŚđłđŚ đľđŠđŚ đ§đśđ¤đŹ đŞđ´ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘?
đ đ°đś đ¤đ˘đŻ đ§đŚđŚđ đľđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻâđ´ đąđłđŚđ´đŚđŻđ¤đŚ đŁđŚđŠđŞđŻđĽ đşđ°đś đ°đŻđ¤đŚ đ˘đ¨đ˘đŞđŻ; đŠđŚâđ´ đ¨đ˘đŞđŻđŞđŻđ¨ đ°đŻ đşđ°đś đ˘đŻđĽ đşđ°đśâđđ đ´đ°đ°đŻ đłđŚđ˘đ¤đŠ đ˘ đĽđŚđ˘đĽ đŚđŻđĽ. đđśđŞđ¤đŹđđş, đşđ°đś đ§đŞđŻđ˘đđŞđťđŚ đ˘ đąđđ˘đŻ. đđ§đľđŚđł đľđŠđŞđ´ đđ˘đ´đľ đľđśđłđŻ, đľđŠđŚđłđŚâđ´ đ˘ đ´đŽđ˘đđ đ´đľđ°đłđ˘đ¨đŚ đłđ°đ°đŽ. đđ§ đşđ°đś đ¤đ˘đŻ đ¨đŚđľ đŞđŻđ´đŞđĽđŚ đ˘đđ°đŻđŚ, đľđŠđŚđŻ đşđ°đś đ¤đ˘đŻ đśđľđŞđđŞđťđŚ đ¸đŠđ˘đľđŚđˇđŚđłâđ´ đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚđłđŚ đľđ° đŁđđ°đ¤đŹ đľđŠđŚ đĽđ°đ°đł. đđ´ đşđ°đś đľđśđłđŻ đľđŠđŚ đ¤đ°đłđŻđŚđł, đşđ°đś đ¨đŞđˇđŚ đ°đŻđŚ đ§đŞđŻđ˘đ đ´đąđłđŞđŻđľ; đŠđ°đąđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ° đąđśđľ đ´đ°đŽđŚ đĽđŞđ´đľđ˘đŻđ¤đŚ đŁđŚđľđ¸đŚđŚđŻ đľđŠđŚ đľđ¸đ° đ°đ§ đşđ°đś. đđ°đ¸đŚđˇđŚđł, đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ đşđ°đś đŽđ˘đŹđŚ đŞđľ đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đĽđ°đ°đł, đşđ°đś đŠđŚđ˘đł đ˘ đ¨đłđśđŻđľ đ§đ°đđđ°đ¸đŚđĽ đŁđş đ˘ đđ°đśđĽ đ´đđ˘đŽ. đđŠđŚ đ´đŠđłđŞđŻđŚâđ´ đ¸đ˘đđđ´ đ´đŠđ˘đŹđŚ. đđ°đ°đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đŁđŚđŠđŞđŻđĽ đşđ°đś, đşđ°đś đ´đŚđŚ đľđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻ đśđŻđ¤đ°đŻđ´đ¤đŞđ°đśđ´ đ°đŻ đľđŠđŚ đ§đđ°đ°đł đ˘đŻđĽ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đ´đľđ˘đŻđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đŁđŚđŠđŞđŻđĽ đŠđŞđŽ.
đ đ°đś đŻđŚđ˘đłđđş đ¤đ°đđđ˘đąđ´đŚ đŞđŻ đŚđšđŠđ˘đśđ´đľđŞđ°đŻ đ˘đŻđĽ đłđŚđđŞđŚđ§. đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đłđśđ´đŠđŚđ´ đľđ°đ¸đ˘đłđĽđ´ đşđ°đś, đľđ˘đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘ đŽđ°đŽđŚđŻđľ đľđ° đŠđŚđ˘đ đşđ°đśđł đ¸đ°đśđŻđĽđ´ đ°đŻđ¤đŚ đşđ°đśâđłđŚ đŞđŻ đŠđŞđ´ đ¨đłđ˘đ´đą. đđŠđŚ đŚđšđąđłđŚđ´đ´đŞđ°đŻ đąđđ˘đ´đľđŚđłđŚđĽ đ°đŻ đŠđŞđ´ đ§đ˘đ¤đŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ°đŻđŚ đşđ°đś đŠđ˘đĽ đŻđŚđˇđŚđł đ´đŚđŚđŻ đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ; đ˘ đŽđŞđš đ°đ§ đ§đśđłđş, đłđŚđŽđ°đłđ´đŚ, đ˘đŻđĽâŚ đ§đŚđ˘đł? đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đđŞđ§đľđŚđĽ đşđ°đś đ°đ§đ§ đľđŠđŚ đ¨đłđ°đśđŻđĽ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŚđ˘đ´đŚ. đđŞđ´ đ˘đľđľđŚđŻđľđŞđ°đŻ đ´đŠđŞđ§đľđŚđĽ đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đŁđđ°đ°đĽđş đŠđ˘đđđ¸đ˘đş đ˘đŻđĽ đľđŠđŚ đ§đŚđ¸ đ´đŚđłđˇđ˘đŻđľđ´ đľđŠđ˘đľ đ˘đąđąđłđ°đ˘đ¤đŠđŚđĽ.
âđđđŚđ˘đŻ đľđŠđŞđ´ đŽđŚđ´đ´, đľđŠđŚđŻ đŁđłđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđŽ đľđ° đŽđŚ.â đđŠđŚ đľđ¸đ° đ°đ§ đşđ°đś đŽđ˘đĽđŚ đşđ°đśđł đ¸đ˘đş đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đľđŠđłđ°đŻđŚ đłđ°đ°đŽ. đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đ´đśđłđˇđŚđşđŚđĽ đľđŠđŚ đĽđ˘đŽđ˘đ¨đŚ; đ´đąđłđŞđŻđŹđđŚđĽ đąđ°đ°đđ´ đ°đ§ đŁđđ°đ°đĽ đ˘đŻđĽ đ´đ¤đ˘đľđľđŚđłđŚđĽ đ´đŹđśđđđ´ đľđ°đđĽ đľđŠđŚ đ´đľđ°đłđş đ°đ§ đ¸đŠđ˘đľ đ°đ¤đ¤đśđłđłđŚđĽ đŤđśđ´đľ đŽđ°đŽđŚđŻđľđ´ đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ. đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đ¤đŠđśđ¤đŹđđŚđĽ đ˘đ´ đŠđŚ đľđ°đ°đŹ đ˘ đ´đŚđ˘đľ, đłđŚđ´đľđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đŻđŚđ˘đľđđş đŞđŻ đŠđŞđ´ đđ˘đą, âđđ°đ°đŹđ´ đđŞđŹđŚ đşđ°đś đąđśđľ đśđą đ˛đśđŞđľđŚ đ˘ đ§đŞđ¨đŠđľ. đđŠđ˘đľâđ´ đŽđş đ¨đŞđłđ.â
đđľđŞđđ đŞđŻ đ´đŠđ°đ¤đŹ, đ˘đđ đşđ°đś đ¤đ°đśđđĽ đŽđ˘đŻđ˘đ¨đŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ˘ đ´đŽđ˘đđ đŻđ°đĽ.
đ đ°đśđł đŽđśđľđŚđĽ đłđŚđ´đąđ°đŻđ´đŚ đ´đŚđŚđŽđŚđĽ đľđ° đľđłđŞđ¨đ¨đŚđł đ´đ°đŽđŚđľđŠđŞđŻđ¨ đŞđŻ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘, đľđŠđŚ đ§đłđŞđ¨đŠđľđŚđŻđŚđĽ đŚđšđąđłđŚđ´đ´đŞđ°đŻ đłđŚđľđśđłđŻđŞđŻđ¨ đ°đŻđ¤đŚ đŽđ°đłđŚ.
âđđ°đ¸ đ˘đłđŚ đşđ°đś đ§đŚđŚđđŞđŻđ¨? đđ° đąđ˘đŞđŻ đ˘đŻđşđ¸đŠđŚđłđŚ?â đđŞđ´ đŚđşđŚđ´ đ´đ¤đ˘đŻđŻđŚđĽ đşđ°đśđł đŁđ°đĽđş, đŚđŻđ´đśđłđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŚ đŠđ˘đĽđŻâđľ đŽđŞđ´đ´đŚđĽ đ˘đŻđş đŞđŻđŤđśđłđŞđŚđ´.
âđâđŽ đ§đŞđŻđŚ, đ đąđłđ°đŽđŞđ´đŚ.â đ đ°đś đłđŚđ˘đ´đ´đśđłđŚđĽ đŠđŞđŽ, âđŤđśđ´đľ đ˘ đđŞđľđľđđŚ đ´đŠđ˘đŹđŚđŻ đśđą, đľđŠđ˘đľâđ´ đ˘đđ.â đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đ´đŚđŚđŽđ´ đśđŻđ¤đ°đŻđˇđŞđŻđ¤đŚđĽ đŁđśđľ đĽđ°đŚđ´đŻâđľ đąđłđŚđ´đ´ đŞđľ. đđŠđŚ đľđ¸đ° đ°đ§ đşđ°đś đ´đŞđľ đŞđŻ đ´đŞđđŚđŻđ¤đŚ đ§đ°đł đ˘ đ¸đŠđŞđđŚ, đľđłđşđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đŁđŚđ´đľ đľđ° đŚđŻđŤđ°đş đŚđ˘đ¤đŠ đ°đľđŠđŚđłâđ´ đ¤đ°đŽđąđ˘đŻđş đ¸đŠđŞđđŚ đşđ°đś đŽđŚđŻđľđ˘đđđş đłđŚđ¤đ°đˇđŚđł. đđľ đ¸đ˘đ´đŻâđľ đđ°đŻđ¨ đśđŻđľđŞđ đľđŠđŚđłđŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ˘ đŹđŻđ°đ¤đŹ đ°đŻ đľđŠđŚ đ¤đŠđ˘đŽđŁđŚđł đĽđ°đ°đł, đ§đ°đđđ°đ¸đŚđĽ đŁđş đ˘ đ¤đ°đśđąđđŚ đ°đ§ đ´đŚđłđˇđ˘đŻđľđ´ đŁđłđŞđŻđ¨đŞđŻđ¨ đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚ đŻđ°đ¸-đ¤đ°đŻđ´đ¤đŞđ°đśđ´ đŽđ˘đŻ. đđŚ đ´đľđłđśđ¨đ¨đđŚđĽ đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚđŞđł đ¨đłđ˘đ´đą, đ˘ đđ°đ°đŹ đ°đ§ đąđśđłđŚ đŠđ°đłđłđ°đł đĽđ˘đ¸đŻđŞđŻđ¨ đ°đŻ đŠđŞđ´ đ§đŚđ˘đľđśđłđŚđ´ đ˘đ´ đŠđŞđ´ đŚđşđŚđ´ đđ˘đŻđĽđŚđĽ đ°đŻ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘.
âđ đ°đśâđłđŚ đĽđŞđ´đŽđŞđ´đ´đŚđĽ,â đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đŽđ°đľđŞđ°đŻđŚđĽ đľđ° đľđŠđ°đ´đŚ đłđŚđ´đľđłđ˘đŞđŻđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻ, âđđŚđ˘đˇđŚ đŠđŞđŽ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŽđŚ.â
âđđ°, đŻđ°, đŻđ°, đąđđŚđ˘đ´đŚ đŠđŚđđą đŽđŚ,â đľđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻâđ´ đąđđŚđ˘đ´ đ§đŚđđ đ°đŻ đĽđŚđ˘đ§ đŚđ˘đłđ´, đľđŠđŚđş đŞđ¨đŻđ°đłđŚđĽ đŠđŞđŽ đŚđˇđŚđŻ đ˘đ´ đŠđŚ đąđ°đśđŻđĽđŚđĽ đ°đŻ đľđŠđŚ đĽđ°đ°đłđ´.
âđđ°đ¸ đąđ˘đľđŠđŚđľđŞđ¤.â đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đ´đľđ°đ°đĽ, đ´đŚđľđľđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ đĽđ°đ¸đŻ đ°đŻ đŠđŞđ´ đľđŠđłđ°đŻđŚ đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ đŽđ˘đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đ¸đ˘đş đľđ°đ¸đ˘đłđĽ đľđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻ. âđ đ°đś đąđśđľ đŞđŻ đ´đ° đŽđśđ¤đŠ đŚđ§đ§đ°đłđľ đľđ° đ¨đŚđľ đŞđŻ đŠđŚđłđŚ, đŠđ˘đˇđŚ đľđŠđŚ đ˘đśđĽđ˘đ¤đŞđľđş đľđ° đŠđ˘đłđŽ đŽđş đđ°đˇđŚ, đ˘đŻđĽ đŻđ°đ¸ đşđ°đś đľđŠđŞđŻđŹ đşđ°đś đ¤đ˘đŻ đŤđśđ´đľ đđŚđ˘đˇđŚ?â đđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻ đľđśđłđŻđŚđĽ đľđ° đ§đ˘đ¤đŚ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘, đ˘đŻđĽ đ˘ đŻđŚđ¸ đ¸đ˘đˇđŚ đ°đ§ đ¤đ°đŻđ§đŞđĽđŚđŻđ¤đŚ đ§đđ°đ°đĽđŚđĽ đŠđŞđ´ đ§đŚđ˘đľđśđłđŚđ´. đđľ đ¸đ˘đ´ đľđŠđŚđŻ đľđŠđ˘đľ đşđ°đś đłđŚđ˘đđŞđťđŚđĽ đŠđ°đ¸ đ§đ˘đŽđŞđđŞđ˘đł đŠđŚ đđ°đ°đŹđŚđĽ, đŁđśđľ đşđ°đś đ¤đ°đśđđĽđŻâđľ đąđŞđŻđąđ°đŞđŻđľ đ¸đŠđŚđłđŚ đşđ°đś đłđŚđ¤đ°đ¨đŻđŞđťđŚđĽ đŠđŞđŽ đ§đłđ°đŽ.
âđđśđĽđ˘đ¤đŞđľđş? đ đ°đś đ¸đ˘đŻđľ đľđ° đľđ˘đđŹ đ˘đŁđ°đśđľ đ˘đśđĽđ˘đ¤đŞđľđş? đ đ°đś đŽđśđłđĽđŚđłđŚđĽ đŽđş đ§đ˘đŽđŞđđş! đđş đŚđŻđľđŞđłđŚ đˇđŞđđđ˘đ¨đŚ!â đđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻâđ´ đłđŚđ´đąđ°đŻđ´đŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ§đŞđđđŚđĽ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŽđ˘đđŞđ¤đŚ đ˘đŻđĽ đ˘đŻđ¨đŚđł, đ˘đŻđĽ đşđŚđľ, đŞđľ đ°đŻđđş đŠđśđŽđ°đłđŚđĽ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘.
âđ đ°đś đ§đ°đ°đ,â đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đ¨đ˘đˇđŚ đľđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻ đ˘ đŽđŚđŻđ˘đ¤đŞđŻđ¨ đ¨đłđŞđŻ, âđ đĽđŚđ´đľđłđ°đş đŚđŻđľđŞđłđŚ đ¤đŞđľđŞđŚđ´ đ°đŻ đľđŠđŚ đĽđ˘đŞđđş; đşđ°đśđł đ§đ˘đŽđŞđđş đŽđŚđ˘đŻđ´ đŻđ°đľđŠđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ° đŽđŚ.â đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đ¤đŞđłđ¤đđŚđĽ đŁđŚđŠđŞđŻđĽ đľđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻ, đ¨đłđ˘đŁđŁđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđŽ đ§đŞđłđŽđđş đŁđş đľđŠđŚ đ´đŠđ°đśđđĽđŚđłđ´. âđđŚđ´đŞđĽđŚđ´, đşđ°đś đĽđŞđĽđŻâđľ đ¤đ°đŽđŚ đŠđŚđłđŚ đ§đ°đł đŽđŚ, đĽđŞđĽ đşđ°đś?â
đđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻ đľđŚđŻđ´đŚđĽ đśđą đŁđ°đľđŠ đŞđŻ đ§đŚđ˘đł đ˘đŻđĽ đ´đŠđ°đ¤đŹ. đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đđ°đ°đŹđŚđĽ đśđą, đŠđŞđ´ đŚđşđŚđ´ đ´đŚđľđľđđŞđŻđ¨ đ°đŻ đşđ°đś.
âđđ°đŽđŚ đŠđŚđłđŚ đŽđş đĽđŚđ˘đł,â đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đ¤đ˘đđŽđđş đŽđ°đľđŞđ°đŻđŚđĽ đ§đ°đł đşđ°đś đľđ° đŤđ°đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚđŽ. đ đ°đś đľđ°đ°đŹ đşđ°đśđł đľđŞđŽđŚ đ¨đŚđľđľđŞđŻđ¨ đ°đ§đ§ đľđŠđŚ đľđŠđłđ°đŻđŚ đ˘đŻđĽ đĽđ°đ¸đŻ đľđŠđŚ đ´đľđ˘đŞđłđ´ đľđ° đ¸đŠđŚđłđŚ đľđŠđŚđş đ´đľđ°đ°đĽ. đ đ°đś đĽđŞđĽđŻâđľ đŹđŻđ°đ¸ đ¸đŠđ˘đľ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đŠđ˘đĽ đąđđ˘đŻđŻđŚđĽ, đŁđśđľ đşđ°đś đ¸đ˘đŻđľđŚđĽ đľđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻ đľđ° đŁđ˘đľđŠđŚ đŞđŻ đŠđŞđ´ đĽđłđŚđ˘đĽ đ§đ°đł đ˘đ´ đđ°đŻđ¨ đ˘đ´ đąđ°đ´đ´đŞđŁđđŚ. đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đ¨đ˘đˇđŚ đľđŠđŚ đĽđ°đ°đł đ˘ đ˛đśđŞđ¤đŹ đŹđŻđ°đ¤đŹ; đ˘ đ¤đśđŚ đ§đ°đł đľđŠđŚ đ´đŚđłđˇđ˘đŻđľđ´ đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚ đŠđ˘đđ đľđ° đłđŚđŚđŻđľđŚđł. đđŞđľđŠ đľđŠđŚđŽ, đľđŠđŚđş đŁđłđ°đśđ¨đŠđľ đ´đŞđš đŁđ°đĽđŞđŚđ´, đ¸đŠđŞđ¤đŠ đľđŠđŚđş đ´đľđ˘đ¤đŹđŚđĽ đŞđŻ đ§đłđ°đŻđľ đ°đ§ đľđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻ đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ đđŚđ˘đˇđŞđŻđ¨ đ°đŻđ¤đŚ đŽđ°đłđŚ. âđđŠđŚđş đ¤đ˘đŽđŚ đ§đ°đł đŽđŚ đ˘đ´ đ˘ đĽđŞđ´đľđłđ˘đ¤đľđŞđ°đŻ, đ¸đŠđŞđđŚ đşđ°đś đ´đŚđľ đ°đśđľ đ§đ°đł đŠđŚđł. đđŽ đ đ¤đ°đłđłđŚđ¤đľ?â
đđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻ đ´đľđ˘đłđŚđĽ đŞđŻ đŠđ°đłđłđ°đł đ˘đľ đŠđŞđ´ đĽđŚđ¤đŚđ˘đ´đŚđĽ đ¤đ°đŽđłđ˘đĽđŚđ´. đđŻđđş đ˘ đ´đđśđł đ°đ§ đŁđ˘đŁđŁđđŚđ´ đ˘đŻđĽ đŞđŻđ¤đ°đŠđŚđłđŚđŻđľ đ´đŚđŻđľđŚđŻđ¤đŚđ´ đđŚđ§đľ đŠđŞđ´ đ˛đśđŞđˇđŚđłđŞđŻđ¨ đđŞđąđ´. đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘âđ´ đ¨đłđŞđą đľđŞđ¨đŠđľđŚđŻđŚđĽ.
âđđŚ đ¤đ˘đŻâđľ đŠđŚđ˘đł đşđ°đś.â đđŚ đđŚđ˘đŻđŚđĽ đŞđŻ đ¤đđ°đ´đŚđł, âđâđđ đ˘đ´đŹ đ°đŻđ¤đŚ đŽđ°đłđŚ, đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚđŻâđľ đŠđŚđłđŚ đ§đ°đł đŽđŚ, đ¸đŚđłđŚ đşđ°đś?â
âđđ°! đ đ¸đ˘đ´đŻâđľ!â đđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻ đ˘đĽđŽđŞđľđľđŚđĽ, âđđ˘đľđŠđŚđł đŹđŻđŚđ¸ đşđ°đśâđĽ đ¤đ°đŽđŚ đ˘đ§đľđŚđł đŠđŞđŽ, đ´đ° đŠđŚ đ´đŚđŻđľ đŽđŚ đ˘đ¸đ˘đş đ˘đŻđĽ đľđ°đđĽ đŽđŚ đľđ° đąđđ˘đŻ đľđ° đ˘đˇđŚđŻđ¨đŚ đŠđŞđŽ.â đđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻ đŁđŚđ¨đ˘đŻ đľđ° đˇđŞđ°đđŚđŻđľđđş đ´đ°đŁ đ˘đ´ đŠđŚ đ´đąđŞđđđŚđĽ đŠđŞđ´ đŚđŻđľđŞđłđŚ đąđđ˘đŻ đľđ° đŁđ°đľđŠ đ°đ§ đşđ°đś. âđđŚ đŹđŻđŚđ¸ đ đ¤đ°đśđđĽđŻâđľ đľđ˘đŹđŚ đşđ°đś đ°đŻ, đ´đ° đŠđŚ đľđ°đđĽ đŽđŚ đľđ° đ¨đ° đ˘đ§đľđŚđł đľđŠđŚ đ¨đŞđłđ đľđŠđ˘đľ đđŞđˇđŚđĽ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đşđ°đś. đđŚ đ´đ˘đŞđĽ đ´đŠđŚ đŽđśđ´đľ đŁđŚ đŞđŽđąđ°đłđľđ˘đŻđľ đľđ° đşđ°đś, đ´đ° đŞđľ đ¸đ°đśđđĽ đĽđ° đŤđśđ´đľ đ˘đ´ đŽđśđ¤đŠ đĽđ˘đŽđ˘đ¨đŚ.â đđŻđ¤đŚ đ§đŞđŻđŞđ´đŠđŚđĽ, đľđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻâđ´ đđŚđ¨đ´ đ¨đ˘đˇđŚ đ°đśđľ đ§đłđ°đŽ đśđŻđĽđŚđł đŠđŞđŽ, đŁđśđľ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘âđ´ đŠđ°đđĽ đ°đŻ đŠđŞđ´ đ´đŠđ°đśđđĽđŚđłđ´ đŹđŚđąđľ đŠđŞđŽ đśđąđłđŞđ¨đŠđľ.
âđ đ´đŚđŚ.â đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đŠđśđŽđŽđŚđĽ, âđŻđ°đ¸ đşđ°đś đŽđśđ´đľ đŁđŚ đ˘đ¸đ˘đłđŚ đľđŠđ˘đľ đŚđˇđŚđłđş đ°đśđľđ¤đ°đŽđŚ đŞđŻ đľđŠđŞđ´ đ´đŞđľđśđ˘đľđŞđ°đŻ đŚđŻđĽđ´ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đşđ°đśđł đĽđŚđ˘đľđŠ. đđľ đĽđ°đŚđ´đŻâđľ đŽđ˘đľđľđŚđł đ¸đŠđ° đŞđŻ đŽđş đŠđ°đŽđŚ đşđ°đś đ˘đľđľđ˘đ¤đŹđŚđĽ, đşđ°đś đŹđŻđŚđ¸ đĽđ˘đŽđŻ đ¸đŚđđ đľđŠđ˘đľ đşđ°đś đĽđŞđŚ đłđŚđ¨đ˘đłđĽđđŚđ´đ´.â đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘âđ´ đŻđ˘đŞđđ´ đŁđŚđ¨đ˘đŻ đľđ° đĽđŞđ¨ đŞđŻđľđ° đľđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻâđ´ đ´đŠđ°đśđđĽđŚđłđ´; đľđŚđ˘đłđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đ´đŹđŞđŻ. âđđŠđ˘đľ đşđ°đś đ§đ˘đŞđđŚđĽ đľđ° đśđŻđĽđŚđłđ´đľđ˘đŻđĽ, đŞđ´ đľđŠđ˘đľ đŁđş đ¤đ°đŽđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đ§đľđŚđł đŽđş đ˛đśđŚđŚđŻ, đşđ°đś đ§đ°đłđ§đŚđŞđľ đ˘ đŽđŚđłđ¤đŞđ§đśđ đĽđŚđ˘đľđŠ.â
đ đ°đś đ¨đ˘đťđŚđĽ đśđą đ˘đľ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘, đľđłđşđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ° đŠđŞđĽđŚ đşđ°đśđł đ´đŠđ°đ¤đŹ; đŠđŚâđĽ đŻđŚđˇđŚđł đłđŚđ§đŚđłđłđŚđĽ đľđ° đşđ°đś đŞđŻ đ´đśđ¤đŠ đ˘ đ¸đ˘đş đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ. đđśđľ đŻđ°đ¸ đ¸đ˘đ´ đŻđ°đľ đľđŠđŚ đľđŞđŽđŚ đ§đ°đł đľđŠđ˘đľ, đłđŞđ¨đŠđľ đŻđ°đ¸, đşđ°đś đŤđśđ´đľ đ¸đ˘đŻđľđŚđĽ đľđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻ đ¸đŠđ° đŠđśđłđľ đşđ°đś đľđ° đ´đśđ§đ§đŚđł.
âđđŠđ˘đľ đĽđ° đşđ°đś đľđŠđŞđŻđŹ đŽđş đđ°đˇđŚ?â đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đ¨đŚđ´đľđśđłđŚđĽ đľđ°đ¸đ˘đłđĽ đşđ°đś; đŽđŞđ´đ¤đŠđŞđŚđ§ đ˘đŻđĽ đ˘đłđ°đśđ´đ˘đ đ´đ¸đŞđłđđŞđŻđ¨ đŞđŻ đŠđŞđ´ đŚđşđŚđ´. âđđľâđ´ đ˘ đŁđŞđľ đ¤đ°đđĽ đŞđŻ đŠđŚđłđŚ, đŞđ´đŻâđľ đŞđľ?â đ đ°đś đąđŞđ¤đŹđŚđĽ đśđą đ°đŻ đŠđŞđ´ đŠđŞđŻđľ đŞđŽđŽđŚđĽđŞđ˘đľđŚđđş, đłđśđŁđŁđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đ˘đłđŽđ´ đľđ° đŤđ°đŞđŻ đŞđŻ đ°đŻ đľđŠđŚ đ˘đ¤đľ.
âđđłđŚđŚđťđŞđŻđ¨, đŽđş đŹđŞđŻđ¨.â
đđŚđ˘đđŞđťđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đ§đ˘đľđŚ, đľđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻ đŁđŚđ¨đ˘đŻ đľđ° đ´đľđłđśđ¨đ¨đđŚ đ°đŻđ¤đŚ đŽđ°đłđŚ; đĽđŚđ´đąđŚđłđ˘đľđŚđđş đľđłđşđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ° đŚđ´đ¤đ˘đąđŚ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘âđ´ đŠđ°đđĽ. đđŻ đ°đŻđŚ đ°đ§ đŠđŞđ´ đ§đłđŚđŚ đŠđ˘đŻđĽđ´, đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đ´đśđŽđŽđ°đŻđŚđĽ đ˘ đ´đŽđ˘đđ đ§đŞđłđŚ. đđŚ đľđŠđłđŚđ¸ đŞđľ đŞđŻđľđ° đľđŠđŚ đ˘đŞđł, đđŞđŹđŚ đ˘ đŁđ˘đđ, đ˘đđđ°đ¸đŞđŻđ¨ đŞđľ đľđ° đđ˘đŻđĽ đ°đŻ đľđŠđŚ đąđŞđđŚ đ°đ§ đŁđ°đĽđŞđŚđ´ đŞđŻ đ§đłđ°đŻđľ đ°đ§ đşđ°đś. đđŠđŚđş đ˛đśđŞđ¤đŹđđş đ´đŚđľ đ˘đŁđđ˘đťđŚ, đ˘đŻđĽ đşđ°đś đŠđ˘đĽ đľđ° đľđ˘đŹđŚ đ˘ đ´đľđŚđą đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ đľđ° đ˘đˇđ°đŞđĽ đľđŠđŚ đŠđŚđ˘đľ.
âđ đ°đśđł đ§đłđŞđŚđŻđĽđ´ đ¨đ°đľ đľđŠđŚ đŚđ˘đ´đş đ¸đ˘đş đ°đśđľ. đ đŹđŞđđđŚđĽ đľđŠđŚđŽ đ´đ¸đŞđ§đľđđş, đŞđľ đ¸đ˘đ´ đŻđŚđ˘đł đąđ˘đŞđŻđđŚđ´đ´.â đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘âđ´ đˇđ°đŞđ¤đŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ˘ đđ°đ¸ đ¸đŠđŞđ´đąđŚđł đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻâđ´ đŚđ˘đł. âđđ°đ¸, đşđ°đś đ¤đ˘đŻ đŤđ°đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚđŽ.â đđŞđľđŠ đľđŠđ˘đľ, đŠđŚ đąđśđ´đŠđŚđĽ đľđŠđŚ đŽđ˘đŻ đŞđŻđľđ° đľđŠđŚ đ§đđ˘đŽđŚđ´. đđ¤đłđŚđ˘đŽđ´ đ°đ§ đ˘đ¨đ°đŻđş đ§đŞđđđŚđĽ đľđŠđŚ đłđ°đ°đŽ. đđŠđŚ đ§đŞđłđŚ đĽđ˘đŻđ¤đŚđĽ đŠđŞđ¨đŠđŚđł đ˘đ´ đŞđľ đ˘đľđŚ đ˘đ¸đ˘đş đ˘đľ đŠđŞđ´ đ§đđŚđ´đŠ đ˘đŻđĽ đŁđ°đŻđŚđ´. đ đ°đśđł đŚđşđŚđ´ đŽđŚđľ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘âđ´ đ§đłđ°đŽ đ˘đ¤đłđ°đ´đ´ đľđŠđŚ đ§đđ˘đŽđŚđ´, đ˘ đđ°đ°đŹ đ°đ§ đśđŻđŚđŻđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đđ°đˇđŚ đ˘đŻđĽ đ˘đ§đ§đŚđ¤đľđŞđ°đŻ đŞđŻ đŠđŞđ´ đ¨đ˘đťđŚ. đđŚ đŽđ˘đĽđŚ đŠđŞđ´ đ¸đ˘đş đ°đˇđŚđł đľđ° đşđ°đś, đľđ°đ°đŹ đ˘ đ´đŚđ˘đľ đ°đŻ đľđŠđŚ đ¨đłđ°đśđŻđĽ đŻđŚđšđľ đľđ° đşđ°đśđł đ§đŚđŚđľ, đ˘đŻđĽ đąđśđđđŚđĽ đşđ°đś đŞđŻđľđ° đŠđŞđ´ đ˘đłđŽđ´. đđŠđŚ đłđ°đ°đŽ đ¸đ˘đ´ đŻđ°đ¸ đ´đŞđđŚđŻđľ đŚđšđ¤đŚđąđľ đ§đ°đł đľđŠđŚ đ¤đłđ˘đ¤đŹđđŞđŻđ¨ đ°đ§ đľđŠđŚ đ§đŞđłđŚ. đ đ°đś đđŚđ˘đłđŻđŚđĽ đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ đŞđŻđľđ° đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘ đ˘đŻđĽ đ¤đđ°đ´đŚđĽ đşđ°đśđł đŚđşđŚđ´, đ˘đŻđĽ đ§đ°đł đŤđśđ´đľ đ˘ đ´đŚđ¤đ°đŻđĽ đľđŠđŚ đľđ¸đ° đ°đ§ đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚ đ˘ đłđŚđ¨đśđđ˘đł đ¤đ°đśđąđđŚ đŞđŻ đ§đłđ°đŻđľ đ°đ§ đ˘ đ¤đ˘đŽđąđ§đŞđłđŚ. đđśđľ đŞđľ đ¸đ˘đ´đŻâđľ đľđłđśđŚ, đ˘đŻđĽ đ§đ°đł đľđŠđ˘đľ đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚ đ¨đđ˘đĽ.
đ đ°đś đŹđŻđŚđ¸ đşđ°đś đ´đŠđ°đśđđĽ đ§đŚđŚđ đ´đ°đŽđŚ đ§đ°đłđŽ đ°đ§ đĽđŞđ´đ¨đśđ´đľ đ°đł đŠđ°đłđłđ°đł đ˘đľ đľđŠđŚ đ´đ¤đŚđŻđŚ đŞđŻ đ§đłđ°đŻđľ đ°đ§ đşđ°đś, đŁđśđľ đşđ°đś đ¤đ°đśđđĽđŻâđľ đ§đŞđŻđĽ đŞđľ đ¸đŞđľđŠđŞđŻ đşđ°đśđłđ´đŚđđ§ đľđ° đ¤đ˘đłđŚ. đđđ đşđ°đś đ§đŚđđľ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ¸đ˘đłđŽđľđŠ đ˘đŻđĽ đŤđ°đş. đđśđŹđśđŻđ˘âđ´ đđ°đˇđŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đŁđłđśđľđ˘đđđş đąđ˘đ´đ´đŞđ°đŻđ˘đľđŚ đŞđŻ đ˘đđ đľđŠđŚ đ¸đłđ°đŻđ¨ đ¸đ˘đşđ´. đđŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đąđśđłđŚ đŚđˇđŞđ.
đđśđľ đŠđŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đşđ°đśđłđ´.
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