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๐๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐บ: ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฆ๐น ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ. ๐๐ญ๐ญ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ญ๐ช๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐บ, ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ.
๐๐: ๐๐ฏ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฆ๐น, ๐๐ณ๐ข๐ญ (๐ณ), ๐๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ด๐ฆ/๐๐ช๐ณ๐ต๐บ ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด, ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต.
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๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ด: ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ ๐ธ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฉ๐ด ๐ข๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ด๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ต. ๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ง๐ข๐ณ ๐'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ.
๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ข๐ค๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ข ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฃ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ต๐ข๐ฑ-๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐น.
''๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ข๐ถ๐ค๐ฆ๐ต ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ช๐ด ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ช๐ต, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ-''
๐๐ณ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐จ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ'๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ, ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ด๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ.
๐๐ญ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ช๐ฅ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ณ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ช๐ฃ๐ค๐ข๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ข๐จ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ด๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ถ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ณ, ๐๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฏ ๐๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ.
๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด,ย ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ด๐ฌ๐บ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ท๐ฐ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ. ๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐จ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ข ๐บ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ข๐จ๐ฐ, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐น๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ณ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ช๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ช๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ.
๐๐ต ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ๐น๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐บ, ๐ต๐ธ๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ข๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ค ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ญ๐บ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฌ.
๐๐ฏ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ช๐ฅ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐บ๐ด๐ช๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ. ๐๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ, ๐ฑ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ช๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด, ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ'๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ค๐ข๐ด๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ฑ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐บ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐น๐ค๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ค๐ฉ ๐ช๐ต.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฃ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฆ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ง๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ, ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต-๐ด๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐บ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ณ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ข๐ช๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ฐ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด, ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ฆ๐ค๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ค๐ถ๐ญ๐ข๐ณ, ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐บ๐ด๐ช๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ๐ช๐ค ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐บ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ.
๐๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฎ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฏ ๐๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐น๐ช๐ฎ๐ช๐ต๐บ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ณ๐ข๐ถ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ง๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ'๐ฅ ๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. '๐' ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ด ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ช๐ง ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต๐ฉ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ.
๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ, ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ๐ง๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.
๐๐ฏ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ถ๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ. ๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ, ๐ข ๐๐ข๐ฑ๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐บ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐บ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ฃ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด. ๐๐ฉ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ?
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ค๐ค๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ข๐ญ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ, ๐ด๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ข ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ, ๐ข ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ถ๐ฑ, ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฐ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ด๐ง๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐บ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฎ.
๐๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ญ๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ, ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ. ๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ฃ, ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฏ'๐ด ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ฆ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ค ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ฆ.
๐๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต, ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ช๐ต ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ค๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ด๐บ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ง๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต ๐ค๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ.
๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ท๐ฐ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต ๐ข๐ค๐ณ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ช๐น ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ.
๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ข๐บ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฏ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐บ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฃ๐ช๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ข๐ณ๐บ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ช๐ค ๐บ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ? ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต.
''๐๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ?'' ๐๐ข๐ต๐ข๐ค๐ญ๐บ๐ด๐ฎ๐ช๐ค ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐จ๐ข๐ป๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด. ๐๐ต ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ญ ๐ง๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ท๐ฐ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด.
''๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฉ, ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ. ๐๐ญ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ช๐ต.'' ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ท๐ฐ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ญ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ณ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต 20 ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ถ๐ต๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ณ.
๐๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ช๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐บ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ด๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ. ๐๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ญ๐บ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ท๐ฐ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ง๐ช๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ณ.
''๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ฉ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐บ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด?'' ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ถ๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐บ, ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ค๐ต๐ถ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ '๐ฃ๐ฐ๐บ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ', ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ช๐ณ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐จ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ.
''๐๐น. ๐๐ฉ, ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฆ๐น, ๐ข๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ, ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. ๐๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ด๐ฆ, ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต.'' ๐๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ง๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ช๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ฅ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ง๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ.
''๐๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ?'' ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ, ๐จ๐ช๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ๐บ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ธ๐ณ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ธ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ถ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ช๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ฌ๐บ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐น๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ค๐ถ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐บ๐ด๐ช๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐จ๐ญ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ท๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ฃ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐บ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฆ.
''๐๐ง ๐'๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ.'' ๐๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ต๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ.
''๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ, ๐๐ข๐ฑ๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ฏ. ๐ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ. ๐๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต.'' ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐บ, ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ท๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ. ๐๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ, ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ญ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต.
๐๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฏ ๐๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ. ๐๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐จ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ. ๐๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ช๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ? ๐๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต.
''๐๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ฉ๐ฎ?'' ๐๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ธ๐ช๐ง๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ธ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐น ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ด๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ญ๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ช๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด.
''๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ? ๐๐ข๐บ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข ๐จ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ.'' ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฐ๐ง๐ต, ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ค๐ฉ๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ช๐ฅ๐ช๐ค๐ถ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐จ๐ข๐ป๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฃ๐ข๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.
''๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฃ๐ต ๐ช๐ต, ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ.'' ๐๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฐ๐ง๐ต ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ณ๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐ช๐ต. ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ช๐ป๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ณ๐ต, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต.
''๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ?'' ๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐บ, ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ข๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ.
''๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ด ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ. ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.'' ๐๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ, ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ข๐ต ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ฅ, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐จ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด. ๐๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต, ๐ค๐ณ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ค๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ป๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ.
''๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ- ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ?'' ๐๐ต ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.
''๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ฃ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.'' ๐๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ. ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ, ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ค๐ถ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ.
''๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต- ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ-'' ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ซ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐บ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ข๐ด๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข ๐ง๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ณ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ.
''๐๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ด๐ฉ๐บ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ? ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ง ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐'๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐น๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ณ.'' ๐๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ข๐ป๐ฆ, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ช๐ญ๐ต๐ฉ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต.
''๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ฆ๐น๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.'' ๐ ๐ง๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ข๐ด๐ฑ ๐ฆ๐ด๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด, ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ, ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ด๐ญ๐ฆ.
''๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต? ๐๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ช๐ต?'' ๐๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ญ๐บ, ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐จ๐ญ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ, ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ข๐จ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ.
''๐๐ฐ ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ช๐ต? ๐๐ฐ ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.'' ๐๐ช๐ด ๐ท๐ฐ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ข ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ฉ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ, ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง, ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ง๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ช๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ต๐ณ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ถ๐ฎ.
''๐๐ช๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ญ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ?'' ๐๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฌ, ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ช๐ต ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ.
''๐๐ด๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด, ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ. ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ข๐บ ๐ช๐ต.'' ๐๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ข๐ธ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ,ย ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ตย ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ, ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ญ๐บ, ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฆ ๐ค๐ณ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ข๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ, ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข๐ด ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ.
''๐ ๐ฆ๐ด..'' ๐ ๐ด๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฐ๐ง๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด, ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ฆ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ช๐ณ๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต.
''๐ ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต?'' ๐๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ, ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ค๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต ๐จ๐ฐ, ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ค๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ข๐ต.
''๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ- ๐๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ..'' ๐๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ง๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต, ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฆ๐น๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ.
''๐๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ /๐?'' ๐๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐จ๐ข๐ป๐ฆ, ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ญ๐บ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต. ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ. ๐ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ญ๐บ. ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ข๐บ ๐ช๐ต.
''๐๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ..'' ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ด๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ด๐ฐ๐ง๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด. ๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ฆ.
''๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ?'' ๐๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ด ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ, ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ป๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ฆ, ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ.
''๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ.'' ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐บ, ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ด๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ช๐ญ๐บ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด, ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ.
''๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ด, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ.'' ๐๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ๐ณ๐ช๐ญ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐จ๐ณ๐ช๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ. ๐๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ง ๐ต๐ณ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด, ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ด๐ด.
๐๐ช๐ด ๐ฌ๐ช๐ด๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐บ๐ฑ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ค, ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต, ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ถ๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ด๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐ธ ๐ง๐ช๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ.
''๐'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ข๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.'' ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐บ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ซ๐ข๐ธ, ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ง๐ต ๐ด๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฌ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ต.
๐๐ง ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ข๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ๐ด, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ง ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ฅ ๐ด๐ข๐บ. ๐๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จย ๐ด๐ฐ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐จ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ.
๐๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ฆ๐ค๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ซ๐ข๐ธ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ญ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ด๐บ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ, ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ, ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐น๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข๐น๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ค๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ช๐จ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ง๐ต๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ.
''๐๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ-'' ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐จ๐ข๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ, ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ณ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด.
๐๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ข๐ณ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ถ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ, ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ข๐ด๐ด, ๐ด๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ป๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐จ๐ข๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ฆ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ'๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ข๐ญ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐ต๐ฉ, ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ช๐ต ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ.
''๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ- ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฏ-'' ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ต๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ง๐ข๐ด๐ต-๐ฑ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต, ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ.
๐๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ๐น๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ช๐น ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ฉ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ต ๐ข๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ถ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ณ๐ช๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ด. ๐๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐จ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต, ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ถ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ช๐ฑ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ญ๐ฆ๐จ๐ด ๐ธ๐ณ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ช๐ด๐ต, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ถ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ท๐ฐ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ๐ฅ ''๐๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ.''
๐๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ณ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ฎ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ, ๐๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ, ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ. ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ง๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ, ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฑ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ง๐ข๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ค ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ณ๐ต ๐ณ๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐จ๐ถ๐ช๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐ช๐ต ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ด, ๐ด๐ธ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ, ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏโ๐ด ๐ณ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐จ๐ข๐ป๐ฆ, ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐จ๐ข๐ป๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ.
''๐๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ-'' ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต, ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ. ๐๐ต ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต, ๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ณ๐ข๐ฑ๐ช๐ฅ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ค๐ค๐ข๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ณ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐บ.
๐ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฆ๐น๐ค๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ-๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ด. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ข๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ฑ ๐ข๐ค๐ณ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ, ๐ค๐ช๐ณ๐ค๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ต, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ง๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ.
๐ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ด๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ, ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ช๐ฑ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ธ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ฅ, ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ญ๐บ.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ค๐ถ๐ณ๐ญ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ข๐ป๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด, ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ช๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐จ๐ด.
๐๐ณ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ง, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ด๐ถ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ค๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ญ๐บ ๐จ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฑ, ๐ฆ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ. ๐๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ.
''๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ.'' ๐๐น๐ค๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉย ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ข๐ป๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ด๐ต ๐จ๐ข๐ธ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฆ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐จ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ.
''๐๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ, ๐๐ข๐ฑ๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ฏ.'' ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ช๐ญ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ข๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ด, ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐บ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐จ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ด๐ฎ๐ช๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ธ๐ข๐บ.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐จ๐ด, ๐ข๐ญ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ด๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ง๐ถ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐บ.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ญ๐ช๐ฎ๐ด๐บ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ข๐ญ, ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ต ๐ข๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ.
''๐๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฆ-'' ๐๐ช๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ค๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ๐ณ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ. ๐๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ, ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ.
๐๐ถ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ด ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ท๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต, ๐ง๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ด ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ. ๐๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐ต, ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฆ๐น๐ค๐ณ๐ถ๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.
๐๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต, ๐๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ณ, ๐จ๐ญ๐ช๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด, ๐ด๐ฐ๐ง๐ต ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ด ๐ฆ๐ด๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ.
๐๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ญ๐ช๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ, ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ช๐ณ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต.
๐๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ๐น๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ป๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ. ๐๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ถ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ณ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ๐น ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ด.
๐๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ช๐ง ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ด๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ด, ๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ญ๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ง-๐ญ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฃ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ.
๐๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฅ๐ช๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ, ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด, ๐ธ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐จ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ญ๐ช๐ต ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ญ๐บ, ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ต๐ญ๐บ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ข๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ญ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ด.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ด๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ฐ๐ง๐ต ๐ด๐ญ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ช๐ค ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ค๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ด๐บ, ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ญ๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ข๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ญ๐บ, ๐ข ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ช๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ค ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ถ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ญ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ช๐ณ ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ด๐ฉ๐ญ๐บ, ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ถ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ท๐ช๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ง๐ช๐ญ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ด๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ข๐ญ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ, ๐ง๐ถ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ถ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.
๐๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ต๐ญ๐บ, ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ญ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ด๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ, ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ฎ๐ถ๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ.
๐๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ด. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ถ๐ต๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ.
๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ถ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ, ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฆ ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ด, ๐ด๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ป๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฐ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ญ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ด.
๐๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ฆโ๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ด๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฅ, ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐ด๐ถ๐ง๐ง๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ค๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ.
๐๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ, ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ด, ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ข๐จ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ถ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด, ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ค๐ญ๐ช๐ต.
๐๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ท๐ช๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ค๐ถ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐ถ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต.
''๐๐บ ๐จ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ.'' ๐๐ช๐ด ๐ท๐ฐ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฆ๐น๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ณ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด, ๐ค๐ณ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ถ๐จ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ๐ง๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ช๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ง๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฆ๐ด๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ญ, ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ถ๐ต๐ข๐ญ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ถ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ.
๐๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ถ, ๐ด๐ข๐ท๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ด. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ข๐ด๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ช๐ญ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ, ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ. ๐๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ, ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ท๐ฐ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ป๐ฆ๐ฅโ๐ฆ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ข ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐จ๐ณ๐ช๐ฑ ๐ต๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ฌโ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฌ๐ช๐ณ๐ต, ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ค ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ช๐ณ๐ฌ.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ, ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ง๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ.
โ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ.'' ๐๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ท๐ฐ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ, ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ข๐ป๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ข ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ.
๐๐น๐ค๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต, ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐บ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต.
''๐๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต, ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ?'' ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ถ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ข๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฃ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ, ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ข๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด.
๐๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐จ๐จ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ญ๐บ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ โ๐โ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ท๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ท๐ฆ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ธ๐ฆ, ๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ต๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ๐ณ๐ช๐ญ๐บ, ๐ง๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ถ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต.
๐๐ช๐ด ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฑ, ๐ท๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ญ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ญ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ.
๐๐ข๐ป๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ธ๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐ต๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต. ๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ญ๐ช๐ต, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ช๐จ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ด๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ง๐ถ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐บ.
''๐ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ-'' ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ช๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ง๐ญ๐ถ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ.
''๐๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆย ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต, ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐บ ๐จ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ?'' ๐๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ท๐ฐ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐ญ๐ฌ๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ง๐ต. ๐๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ญ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ข๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ช๐ญ๐ต๐ฉ๐บ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฅ, ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ข๐ถ๐ต ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ญย ๐ฉ๐ฆย ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ.
''๐๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ, ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ฑ๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ฏ.'' ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ท๐ฐ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ป๐ช๐ฏ๐จ with ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ถ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ข๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด, ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ง๐ข๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ค๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐น๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ.
''๐๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ข ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅย ๐จ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ.'' ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ญ๐บ, ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ง๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ด ๐ด๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ป๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ต๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต.
๐๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต, ๐ฑ๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.
๐๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฅ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ญ๐บ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ถ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ. ๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ต, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ค๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ข๐ญ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ค๐ฉ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ, ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ช๐ป๐ฆ, ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ข๐ด ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ, ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐ณ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ค๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ด๐บ, ๐๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฏ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ต๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ญ๐บ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ถ๐ณ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด.
โ๐๐ฆ๐ด๐ถ๐ด, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ-โ ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐บ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ช๐ณ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต, ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ.
๐๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐จ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ง๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐จ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ท๐ฆ, ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ๐จ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ญ๐ถ๐ค๐ช๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ด ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐ด๐ฐย ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ. ๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ญ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ถ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฑ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฃ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ด๐ด๐บ ๐ต๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ. ๐๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐บ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ช๐ณ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ. ๐๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ค๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ, ๐ฌ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐จ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ท๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ญ๐ช๐ต ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ต๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ญ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ง๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ฆ๐น ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด, ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ด, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ค ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ ๐ณ๐ฉ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฎ.
๐๐ถ๐ณ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐ต๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต ๐ข๐ค๐ณ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด. ''๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ-''
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ญ๐ถ๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ, ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ด๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ญ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐บ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ข๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ, ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ถ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฑ ๐ค๐ณ๐บ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ, ๐ด๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ณ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ.
๐๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ด๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ธ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ. ๐๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ข๐ต, ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐จ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ข๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ข๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. ''๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐๐ข๐ฑ๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ฏ.''
๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ค๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ด. ๐๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ค๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฌ, ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ถ๐ณ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ, ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ญ๐ช๐ต. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ฑ๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ฏ'๐ด ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ถ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ฑ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ฎ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.
''๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ฉ๐ฎ?'' ๐๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ท๐ฐ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ด๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ญ๐ช๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ, ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ญ๐ช๐ต. ๐๐ฆ ๐ค๐ช๐ณ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ, ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ.
''๐๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐'๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ-'' ๐๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ด๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ด, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ค๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.
''๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฐ๐ฏ- ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ- ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ-'' ๐๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ค๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ญ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ.ย
''๐๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐บ-'' ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฆ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐บ ๐ต๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ช๐ณ ๐ง๐ญ๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ. ๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ'๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ค๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ค๐ถ๐ณ๐ญ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ด. ๐๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ญ๐ช๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฅ๐ด ๐ง๐ญ๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ด๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ท๐ถ๐ญ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ด๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐ต๐ฉ, ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ญ๐ช๐ต, ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฃ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ง๐ต๐ญ๐บ, ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ค๐ช๐ณ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ธ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต, ๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ.
๐๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ค๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ด๐บ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ญ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ, ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐๐ฐ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐จ๐ฏ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ.
๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ข๐ต, ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ง๐ข๐ณ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ช๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ข๐ด๐ฎ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ฐ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฏ, ๐ด๐ฉ๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฆโ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ง๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.
๐๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ง๐ข๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ข๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ.
๐๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ข๐ต, ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ด๐ฉ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ถ๐จ๐ฆ, ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ถ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ. ๐๐ฆ ๐จ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ.
๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ฑ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต, ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ณ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ช๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต, ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ช๐ณ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ.
''๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ข ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ท๐ช๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ.'' ๐๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ. ''๐๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ.''
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Pairing: Aaron Hotch x Doctor!Fem!reader
Cw: Fluff (for real this time), LONGING (this is literally 9k words of pure yearning idek how I did that), mentions of blood, Hotch gets shot, Jack being adorable, Jack gets injured too :(, no explicit age gap, this is just rlly cute idk it's sweet I love Hotch so much I need him
Summary: When you get hired as the BAU's stand-by medic, the team leader ends up being the hardest part of your job.
Disclaimer: Reader is chubby! She's always fat coded, but like usual she's not described here. Just know a chubby person was imagined when writing this <3
WC: 9k (Hotch is the love of my life I could go on about him forever)
This is definitely not medically accurate, please just enjoy for the sake of the story.
I LOVE HOTCH I WANNA SMOOCH HIM
As weird as it was, band aids were the thing you remembered most from your childhood. You grew up as a canvas for any sort of scrape, cut, or bruise. Any wound that made your parents feel mildly worried to utterly terrified were ones that decorated your body frequently. You never tried to assign any meaning to why you became a doctor, simply crediting it as your call to the profession - to people. If you had to, though, your consistently bruised adolescent body is the best root cause you could think of. It seemed only right that the kid who couldnโt keep her skin in tact would grow to love helping others. You liked to think thatโs how you kept your head an average size. Your bosses and co-workers had raved about your abilities no matter the job you took, and after a while you had to start prioritizing keeping your humility. You had started as just a kid with bruises.ย
You tended to ground yourself with those same memories in times like this. For as long as youโd worked in the hospital, you held some disdain for agents. You saw many federal ones, being so close to the HQ for divisions like Behavioral Analysis, but some locals swung by too. Youโd had far too many experiences of them being snappy, demanding, and usually inconsiderate to the team of people trying to save someone. You understood the individuals you were committed to helping often got there by doing monstrous things, but demanding to talk to someone when they were bleeding out and half-conscious always forced your tongue between your teeth in an effort to stay respectful. Especially now, pushing a stretcher with 3 other workers while trying to shake off the feds trailing after him. You recognized them, Agents Rossi and Hotchner, if you remembered correctly.ย
โWeโll need to talk to him immediately.โ The man - Rossi, you assumed, seeing as he was going gray and had less of a charge fueling his steps - spoke quickly as the two men followed your team.
โBe here when heโs out of surgery.โ You didnโt bother to look back, trying to convey your annoyance and praying they got the hint.ย
โHeโs killed three women and has another one hostage. We donโt have time.โ The other one piped up, easily keeping pace with you.
Abandoning your previous strategy, you let your team push the man into the operating room, shutting the door behind them and whipping around to face the duo. โI understand that, sir, believe me.โ You were more elevated than you would have liked, years of unease unfortunately slipping through your efforts to withhold them. โBut whatever happened when you found him left him barely breathing. You canโt speak to a corpse. Youโll have your time when heโs stable. Go do your job and let me do mine.โ You tensed your calves planning to turn around, but quickly felt the guilt catch up to you. โIโll call you if he wakes up.โ
โIf?โย
You sighed. You hated profilers. โIโll call you.โย
โCall the headquarters.โ He was scribbling down a number on the back of a hospital business card. โAsk for Agent Hotch. Weโll be waiting.โ You nodded your head once, taking the card from his hands. He started walking away as he thanked you. โWe appreciate it.โ Sure.
โ
The surgery to save the man had been a trip and half. One of the bullets had internally ricocheted, and the other two were lodged next to crucial arteries. You praised your mother for giving you steady hands as you inched them out of him. It took you and your team six hours and fifteen minutes to get his heartbeat steady, you estimated heโd be knocked out all night. You should call, you thought. You had no idea how late these people worked but they were more than likely expecting to talk tonight and you didnโt know if thatโd be possible. You fished the card out of your pocket, his handwriting was impressively neat for how fast heโd written the number. You heard the line ring twice before someone picked up.ย
โThis is Penelope Garcia with the Behavioral Analysis Unit, who am I speaking to?โ
โUh- Iโm Dr. L/n down at Quantico Med. Iโm looking for Agent Hotch?โ Your words tilted up at the end of your sentence. The casual nature of his shortened name left a weird feeling in your mouth after you said it. โI have an update on a patient he was asking after.โ
โIs this about an unsub?โย
โA what?โ She lacked professionalism. You wondered briefly if he had just given you the phone number of an employee.
โIโm sorry-โ she laughed slightly. โIs this about a suspect? Hotch told me someone might be calling.โ
โUm - yeah itโs about a suspect. He was brought in earlier. Is Agent Hotch there? Iโm sorry maโam but I've been in an operating room for the past 6 hours and I want to go home.โ You hoped sheโd respect your honesty, you really didnโt have the patience to explain yourself to someone new.ย
She chuckled. โI got you honey, Iโll page you over.โ The line went dead for a second before the ringing resumed. Please be quick, you prayed, get me out of this fucking hospital.
โHotchner.โ His voice was rougher over the phone. You guessed the long hours started to weigh on him by this time of night. You always felt it the most around this time, too.
โHi, sir. This is Dr. L/n from the hospital. We managed to stabilize your guy, but itโs unlikely heโll be up before tomorrow. I know it was assumed heโd be awake tonight but it took longer to operate than expected.โ Your guys put 3 bullets in him, so sorry for the inconvenience. โIโll be here all day tomorrow. You can come by at any time and Iโll let you in.โ
โAre you positive we canโt talk to him tonight? I understand the situation is difficult but this case is extremely time sensitive. Iโm sure thatโs not lost on you.โ You cursed the man for not being more condescending in his delivery. Thinking of the poor person either trapped or dead right now due to the guy you just saved made you sick.ย
โI know.โ Fucking hell. โI can wake him up.โ A quarter dose of adrenaline works wonders. โBe here in fifteen minutes. You wonโt have much time to talk to him.โ
โThank you.โ He hung up. You put your head in your hands. Just a little kid with bruises.
โย
The layout of the BAU made you envious of the workers here. Youโre sure theyโd dealt with atrocities beyond what the average person could stomach, but you also worked within the belly of the beast and man were those hospital hallways claustrophobic. The daylight shone beautifully through the large windows, and you asked yourself if youโd be able to cope with all the paperwork in exchange for a feel like this. There werenโt any front desks, nowhere to sign in, so you sat in one of the chairs by the door and waited to see if something would happen. You had been specifically requested to visit the building , a note signed โStraussโ being left with the hospital secretary. You didnโt like being called on by a stranger, it made you nervous beyond belief. Youโre sure anyone walking by assumed you were being charged with something. Sweating like a sinner in church.
โDr. L/n?โ A woman was standing near you, having completely avoided your eyesight until now. โIโm the board supervisor, Erin Strauss. Thank you for coming.โ The woman was nice enough, but she seemed rigid, clearly confident in her authority. She led you to her office and gestured to the chair facing her desk.
โIโll cut right to the chase.โ She smoothed her pencil skirt as she sat down. โThe BAU is seeking a stand-by medic and Iโd like to offer you the position. Youโre revered highly by your previous places of employment and your current boss has only good things to say. Along with a personal reference by an employee of mine, youโre certainly a person of interest. Youโd be working interchangeably with three other individuals, however you would be the first one called when needed.โ
That is definitely not what you were expecting. You were almost immediately ready to turn down the offer. You didnโt work well with cops. You worked well in a hospital, going into the field to patch the wounds of both good and evil was a less than appealing deal to you.ย
โYouโd be on call while you worked your current position at Quantico Medical, when youโre at home you can remain there, but youโll be flying with the rest of the team when they leave. You will be entered into a federal database, and employed as a stand-in for hospitals near you when working abroad.โ She went on to explain youโd be paid salary, and when you heard just how much you could add to your monthly income by doing this, you took it. You were doing fine, you definitely didnโt need the financial boost, but you had family that could use it. Your niece had been close to turning down college because of the cost, so some extra money could really set her up.ย
โExcellent. Youโll start your field training next Monday.โ She was shuffling papers into a hefty stack as she talked. โCome back when youโve finished this and Iโll arrange a team meeting.โ The stack was even heavier than you expected when you picked it up. It was far too early to be regretting your decision.ย
โ
The first day of training had been easy enough. You werenโt an agent, so you avoided having to learn weapons or combat. It generally consisted of learning efficiency, along with how to work properly with agents and the expected etiquette when dealing with an unsub. You had met the team only once by now. Everyone had been nice - Garcia especially - but aside from her nobody had been particularly welcoming. The conditions of your job were a bit strange, basically capitalizing on the what ifs that came with the FBI title, and that created a bit of distance between you and the rest of the team. They questioned the necessity of you, theyโd survived this long without a stand-by medic with them, why did they need one now?
Above any disregard for those in law enforcement sat your stubbornness. You knew they were on the fence about you, the most logical thing for you to do now would be attend every session required of you and prove yourself through pure accomplishment. Easy in theory, much harder to execute when Aaron Hotch is the one youโre learning from. He was a good teacher - youโd give him that - he had a confidence to him that easily dominated a room, attracted eyes in a way other men couldnโt manage. Youโd ignored the initial stir in your stomach when meeting him in favor of attempting to scold him and his partner. Now, it was much harder to quell the slight pound in your head or the sweat on your palms. He was just standing up front, lecturing on the importance of a team, but his attire was the only thing able to break through the haze in your mind. Every time heโd shown up at the hospital, heโd donned a suit, a slightly baggy blazer worked incredibly well as a shield to your curiosity. That had clearly changed, as he shed the overcoat when talking to the class, having just a white button up adorn his torso. You took notice of the rolled up sleeves, clearing your throat quietly to snap yourself back into focus. You had the intention of snuffing out this little thing of yours but were a living contradiction at this point, setting on the goal of avoidance while barely ignoring the sight of the veins on his arms. You pondered the thought of sleeping with some man at a bar just to get this out of your system, but remembered how little projecting attraction onto someone else helps a situation. In other words, you were probably fucked.
โย
The first mission you worked with the team had you flying to a tiny Georgia town to investigate a string of bodies being found in ransacked homes. It seemed to be a simple motive, robbery turned to murder, but the team was called down to help once the kill count hit five. You had been expecting a long commercial flight, figuring youโd need to invest in a good neck pillow and some aspirin. Nobody had bothered to inform you the Bureau utilized private air travel, or that youโd be flying in one with people youโd known for two weeks. Youโre sure you looked a little out of place, looking around the plane without being obvious you were doing it and adjusting to the sight of couches on planes. The others, having had this privilege for years now, took their respective seats. You had been nervous about that, unfortunately. The unsure feeling of where to sit reminding you painfully of high school cafeterias and inferior reputations. The only open seat happened to be right next to the man youโd been ducking away from the past two weeks. Lovely. He took a moment to look at you when you sat. You were prepared to talk to him, but for now you busied yourself with rummaging through your bag looking for nothing and pretending not to see him in your peripherals.
โDo you get sick on planes?โ He seemed to have a deeper motive when he asked, like you saying yes would solve a puzzle in his head.
โNot really.โ Youโd only been on a plane a handful of times. โTurbulence can make me nervous, but I think thatโs fairly normal.โ You thought momentarily that perhaps he would blame your obvious anxiety on that instead of his proximity to you. He was a profiler, youโre sure he picked up on tells for nerves you werenโt even aware you had, but maybe heโd write it off. โWhy do you ask?โ
โYou seemโฆโ He trailed off for a moment, looking over your face to try and categorize your expression. โI donโt know, lost?โ He smiled, light and easy, and you realized he was trying to reach out to you. The comfortability in the gesture made your head spin. It was like a shot of morphine, enveloping your body in a dull elation - an escape. You wanted that comfortability, wanted him to feel weightless around you. There had been a certain tension between the two of you since you started. He was warmer than the rest, but also more awkward. Your first real interaction had been an outburst, and it left you hesitant to talk to him.ย
You chuckled at his remark. โNo I -โ You shook your head as you spoke, as if shaking off his accusation. โNobody told me about the jet. Youโd think exclusive aircraft would be in the job predecessor.โ
He nodded in agreement, holding a slight upturn on his lips. โYes, you would.โ He glances away to check the time, looking back to you quickly like you were his homebase. โStrauss has a habit of getting ahead of herself. Plus, weโre all pretty used to it by now. I have to remind her sometimes that normal provisions donโt have a TI.โ
โIโm sure.โ It was clear sheโd worked with the unit for a while. โEven if they did, though, theyโd never find another Garcia.โ You thought of the woman, bright and sparkly and incredibly good at her job. โYou guys are lucky to have her.โ
He stared at you, losing a hint of the lightheartedness and letting a wave of genuinity intertwine with it. โYou have her too, Y/n.โ His eyes were like a trap, rich pools of honey just begging to tug you down in. โYouโre a member of this team. Donโt think your newness makes you inferior to anyone else on it. Weโre lucky to have you too.โ
Fuck, you were whipped. โI really appreciate that, sir.โ
He smiled, shaking his head and waving you off. โDonโt with the sir, please. Itโs bad enough when Garcia does it. You can call me Aaron.โ Not even the other team members called him that, a thought that seemed to strike you both simultaneously. โOr Hotch, whatever you prefer.โ
You just looked at him, letting a smile rouse your lips and trying your hardest not to let the effect he had on you reach your face. โOk.โ
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The first case had been good training wheels, simply tending to a vic who needed stitches and getting a feel for the life of a field agent. Youโd been adjusting nicely to it, quickly getting used to working random hospitals and waiting to be needed on an active crime scene. The others had warmed up to you tremendously after getting back, opening their circle for one more, and you couldnโt be more grateful. A team like this was something youโd wanted for a while, growing more and more unsatisfied with the callous ER workspace by the day. Ironically, there was much more life in jobs dealing with murder. He had also been warming up to you. The two of you hit the status of work-place friends nearly instantly. The endearing encounter on the plane simmered inside you for a while. The memory of it prompting you to keep talking to him, always searching for a fix of the painkiller youโd felt that day.ย
You werenโt a profiler, but you were unfathomably infatuated, leading you to never miss his tone getting softer with you, or any one of his touches that lingered for just a second too long. It just barely bypassed the line of friendship, but you never lost sight of that linear barrier, so it was incredibly prevalent to you when he breached it. You scoffed at the idea of any reciprocity, brushing off every remark made by a coworker or the one horrific time you heard JJ refer to the two of you as โmom and dad.โ This wasnโt a plausible thing. This was a stupid workplace crush that was more of a hindrance than anything. The growing closeness between you and him would have itโs effects properly restrained to the confines of your head, only permitted to express themselves once you were away from the man. It was an odd dynamic, but Aaron wasnโt an obvious guy, so trying to define the edges of you two would only draw attention to the fact you had been looking at all. No thank you.
โShit.โ The team was sitting around the table going over their files. You were mainly there for support, as you were never a part of the lead up to the catch, the chase. You heard Hotch mumble the exclamation under his breath and looked over to see the trouble. He was looking down at his phone, jaw resting between his thumb and pointer finger. You got up and moved to sit next to him, the motion virtually ignored by everyone else as they continued searching for connections.
โEverything ok?โ You mumbled to him, trying not to disturb your friends who were nearly nose-deep in their files.ย
โYeah.โ He sighed. โJackโs sitter canceled. I wanted to stay here to go over the latest crime scene but I guess Iโll have to raincheck.โ The killings of your latest unsub had been increasing. You knew the collective stress that was starting to boil within the team. Him going home would only slow them down, a horrible addition to a killer that was speeding up.ย
You volunteered your night away before you even got a chance to think about it.ย
โI can watch him.โย
Surprise was apparent in the raise of his eyebrows. โI appreciate it, but I couldnโt ask that of you.
Youโre fairly certain you would do anything he asked of you, but the nobility of the man in this case almost made you roll your eyes. โNo, please. I offered and I would love to. Iโm not helping anyone just sitting here, and you leaving would slow them down. You know what to look for here, I donโt. I donโt want another girl going missing just cause your sitter flaked. I can do it.โ
He seemed mildly speechless. โI -โ He paused, trying to find the wording he wanted. โI suppose youโre right. Iโll send you the address, if youโre sure.โ He looked at you with more adoration than youโd ever had directed at you, so intense your eyes instinctively ducked down. โThank you, Y/n.โ He was so touched by the action it made you slightly sad to think about. Had no one ever helped him? Maybe you were raised weird, this seemed hardly beyond common decency to you.ย
โWhat are friends for?โ He exhaled a slight laugh in gratuitous agreement, but you saw the glimmer of his eyes dull slightly. The notion surely reflected in your own eyes as the words burned your tongue. Friends.
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Jack was a delight. A well mannered, clearly well raised kid. Parts of his dad shined so vibrantly in him that youโre sure youโd be able to pick him out of a crowd based on mannerisms alone. Hotch had called Jackโs daycare, verifying your identity and giving you the ok to go pick him up. He seemed quiet on the way home, but rushed to give you a tour of the house, and excitedly led you to his line up of toy trains once youโd entered the place. There was a shift between you and Hotch that happened when you gave the offer. A shift that was now only just settling in you. This was his house. His space, his stuff, his place of security. Heโd invited you into it, gave you permission to enter it, to exist within it, and it was strangely intoxicating. He was intoxicating, and you realized quickly how much you ached for the permanence of it. Youโd made Jack dinner, played for a bit, went out for ice cream per his pleading, and wished him a peaceful goodnight when his bedtime rolled around. Heโd dubbed you his โbest babysitter everโ and you knew as soon as the words hit your ears that youโd be watching him again. Youโre sure situations like today popped up frequently for Hotch, you could be a valuable asset to him when you had free time. He would be saving money too. No need to pay a sitter when you were being paid by the Bureau every second you were there. Aaron had gotten home a few minutes past one, utterly exhausted and uncharacteristically apologetic. He was sorry for being gone so long, making you stay so late, everything and anything the man could apologize for was pouring out of his mouth. Heโd welcomed you to stay, but his hair was messy from messing with it all night, and heโd ditched the suit jacket for a gray long sleeve. Youโd wanted to take the opportunity, wanted to bask in the safety of him for as long as heโd allow it, but those restrained thoughts were clawing the walls of your skull with a vigor unlike anything youโd felt before. It would be abhorrent to dream about the man while in the confines of his home. You couldnโt do that - you wouldnโt. You brushed off any apology he could conjure and let him escort you out the door. His hand was on your lower back, and his voice was low from the siphoning nature of the day.ย
โThank you, again.โ He looked at you. โYouโre a lifesaver.โ Youโd expected to hear some humor in his voice. The start of banter between friends, a casual appreciation for a job well done, but there wasnโt any. He sounded rough, slightly beat down, his eyes filled with a sincerity all aimed at you. A blend of pure adoration and a deeper level of dedication. Was this a commitment? What kind?
Heat bubbled in your stomach as you made eye contact. โPlease.โ You shook your head slightly. โJackโs an angel. Youโre clearly as good at this as you are profiling.โ You nodded in the vague direction of Jackโs bedroom as you referenced the kid. โIt was my pleasure. Iโd love to do it again, if youโll let me.โย
He sighed out a small laugh and broke your gaze for a moment, looking back to you as he spoke. โIโd like that.โ
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Youโd seen Jack a multitude of times after that. Aaron was never particularly fond of asking you, claiming that he appreciated the gesture but it was mainly Jackโs begging that made him cave. That, and your persistence. You liked Jack a lot, and more selfishly, you liked being around Aaronโs stuff. It was a little creepy, yes, but you felt better acquainted with him after being around his things. An energetic type of understanding, the type that deepened a connection without words. He was needed late tonight, and as much as you hated denying an offer to see Jack, you had priorities at the hospital. The previous sitter wasnโt able to watch him, so she gave a personal recommendation, and Jack got stuck with a stranger. You thought about him while working, probing and patching people half-focused with the desire to be elsewhere. Youโd felt mildly guilty about it, but itโs not like it altered your work, so you figured it was harmless.ย
You wondered slightly if you manifested the event you were watching play out. You watched in pure disbelief as a sobbing Jack was being carried into the ER by a flustered blonde woman. There was blood staining the right sleeve of his shirt, pouring out of his skin in a surplus and completely soaking through the material. A jagged piece of glass was standing at attention in his wrist, having sliced through the fabric like butter. He was marked โurgent,โ who knows if the shard had hit an artery or where the glass had come from.ย
Most other doctors were busy, either operating or tending to patients. Youโd walked to the front desk, remaining as calm as your racing heart would let you, and told the secretary to assign the case to you. โI know this one. Let me take him.โ She just nodded, marking your name down as the primary doctor and allowing you to take him back.ย
Walking up to the blonde woman, you assumed this had been the new babysitter. She was a wreck, trying to explain what happened through her own hysteria while simultaneously having her words drowned out by the crying child. โItโs ok, maโam.โ Youโd reassured her, obviously she hadnโt intended the injury. โLet me take him, Iโm a friend of his father.โ You saw the calmness dilate her eyes, making itself apparent in the relaxation of her tense shoulders. You removed the bleeding boy from her arms, holding him against you and cooing at him the way you would a baby. You took him to a stretcher a few feet away and laid him down, ensuring his wounded arm stayed flat in an attempt to slow the blood. He was on the brink of passing out, his body not having nearly enough energy for the sobbing on top of losing vital fluid. โJack.โ You addressed him directly, two more doctors aiding your transfer to an examination room. โI need you to stay with me, buddy. Just a little longer, I promise. Youโre gonna be just fine.โ You pushed with one hand, caressing his non-injured arm to emphasize your affection. โJust a little longer.โ You looked at him in between looking forward to keep the stretcher straight, seeing that same adoration from his fatherโs eyes mirrored in his. You felt protective, realizing you cared for the Hotchners much more than you let yourself believe. Little kid with bruises, you skimmed through your origins in your mind in an attempt to center your focus. Just a little kid with bruises.
Two hours later, Jack was stitched up and sleeping soundly. You knew his sitter had called Hotch, probably as soon as something happened, and were not surprised to find him idle in a waiting room chair. He was leaned forward, head in his hands and knee bouncing violently. He heard footsteps getting closer, a feeling within him recognizing them as yours, and he looked up. His eyes were teary, tired. The look of a concerned father.
โHow is he?โ Youโd never witnessed this type of worry in him, heard the amount of desperation in his voice.
You smiled lightly as a predecessor to Jackโs wellbeing. โHeโs fine. Glass missed his arteries. We had him patched up in around an hour and a half. Gave him a lollipop and a light sedative to get him to rest. He should be all set to go in the morning.โย
He sighed, and the amount of stress that audibly left his body made you feel a little lighter from where you stood. โThank God.โ
โHey man, give us a little credit.โ You joked, relieved when you heard the slight laugh come from his downturned head. Pity laugh, probably, but it was a cherished sound nonetheless.ย
โYou have full credit, Y/n.โ He shook his head, raising it to look at you. โQuite the hero.โ
You almost physically recoiled from the term, rushing to correct him while maintaining the lighthearted nature. โDefinitely not.โ You rejected the praise. โJust doing my job. Iโm glad I could help him.โ
He leaned back in his chair, relaxing for a second before he planned to stand up. โNoble.โ He chuckled. โBut you helped my son. Thatโs about as heroic as it gets to me, doc.โ
Blood rushed to your ears at your professional title being used so affectionately. โGo check on your kid, Hotch.โ You waved back towards the direction of Jack, knowing that even though he was asleep, heโd want to see him anyway. You also hoped the slight distraction would draw his attention away from your increasingly flustered state. โYouโll have plenty of time to praise me.โ You werenโt entirely sure youโd wanted the sentence to exit your mouth, but it was too late to bite your tongue.
He raised his eyebrows so slightly that you scolded yourself for having noticed. Such a minuscule action that seemed to move mountains within your brain. โOh?โ
โShut up.โ You rolled your eyes at your own remark. โIโm walking away. You know what I meant.โ
โMhm.โ He smiled, nodding his head dramatically and rising from his seat. โJust name a time and place, doc. Iโll do good on that promise.โ
You went momentarily braindead, hoping your eyes werenโt giving away the less than work appropriate feeling pumping through your veins. You stared baffled at him for what was definitely a millisecond too long before giving a half-shocked, half-flattered laugh and gesturing him away. โSay that when youโre not obviously sleep deprived and delirious and maybe we can arrange it.โ The last thing you heard was him, laughing the way you do when youโre very serious but desperately trying to pass it off as a joke. You knew it well, having done it almost every time you were around him since you started. Comfortable, witty retorts betweenย friends. โHave a good night, Aaron.โย
Aaron, he thought. Heโd remember that.
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That had been the second shift between the two of you. Felt immediately by both parties and tossing you both into the deep end of whatever youโd been building with him. Heโd been much more touchy, seemingly subconscious on his part but noticed by every part of your body, mind, and soul. You thought about what it could mean, then sunk even further into your incoherent mind when realizing just how subconscious the actions really were. He was just drawn to you. You had viscerally fought that conclusion as it came to you but it genuinely could not be anything else. He was touching you more because - whether on the surface or deeper down - he just wanted to, and that fact was wrecking you. You were so fucking into him that it hurt. Hurt to look at him or be in his home watching Jack or have his knee pressed against yours in the back of car during a team outing. It all hurt because he wasnโt yours. He seemed into you, too. Of course, you didnโt know to what extent. You worried maybe he hadnโt said anything yet because he simply didnโt like you enough, and that hurt more than any other factor. It was a foolish notion - one you would have abandoned instantly had you peeked inside his head - but alas, no such luck.
Heโd been more relaxed, too. The two of you reaching a point in your relationship you hadnโt ever let yourself dream about. He was funny, achieving that lightness around you that youโd wanted from the start. Heโd gotten riskier, amping up the dial on his remarks a bit. Starting with those like the hospital, ending with ones that made you have to take a breather in the room where they kept the coffee. It hadnโt gone unnoticed, per say, but the others were certainly ignorant to the true depth of the change. You simply couldnโt measure it by witnessing, you had to feel it. And fuck were you feeling it.ย
A week or so after Jackโs ER visit, youโd asked after him. You didnโt know if the regret was immediate, but it flooded through you quickly. Aaron got nervous, shifty, like youโd touched a live wire of his and he now had to patch it up before it blew. You got concerned, asking if something happened with his stitches or if Jack was now showing some sort of trauma response to the event. Was that even plausible? You werenโt sure, PTSD wasnโt exactly your strong suit. However, he quickly stated that wasnโt the case, noting that Jack was actually in perfect health and had been relentless about wanting you over for dinner.
โHeโs grateful.โ Hotch was smiling with paternal reluctance, proud of his son for having such good morals but also uncomfortable with the possibility of rejection he was facing. โHe wants to see you, say thank you for โsaving his life.โ He emphasized the last bit in a sarcastic tone, both of you knowing his life hadnโt been in danger but also knowing that fact wouldnโt deter the boy from considering you some type of guardian angel. โWould you be up for it?โ If you hadnโt been so focused on snuffing out the heat rushing to your face, you would have seen that same heat reflected in a slight pink across his cheeks.ย
โDefinitely.โ You smiled at the thought of the boy bugging his dad about getting you to the house. โWhen were you thinking?โ
โSaturday night?โ Both of you were scheduled to be off that day, and you found yourself begging whatever merciful being would listen to not have some lead to chase that day. โHeโll want the day to prepare.โ He chuckled.
โOh no.โ You joked. Prepare? You couldnโt even begin to imagine what that meant. โWell, I am extremely curious to find out what an eight year old boy has to prepare for. How about seven? Would that be good?โ
Aaron felt his palms start to sweat. Heโd never actually been around his house when youโd been there, only seeing you on your way out. โThatโs perfect.โ
โGreat.โ You smiled, checking the time and realizing you needed to get going to the hospital. โIโm looking forward to it.โ You nodded slightly as one last confirmation and headed out, suppressing a giddy smile while trying to force yourself into a headspace you could work in.ย
In the meantime, Aaron watched you walk off from where heโd been perched on your desk, entirely oblivious to the man watching the scene.
โAs I live and breathe.โ Rossi had crept up on him, not spooking him but rather suspending him in a state of immeasurable embarrassment. โAaron Hotcher has a crush.โ The man held his shoulder, patting him there like a father witnessing his son get his first girlfriend. โSheโs a good one. Quite the eye you got, Aaron.โ Then he was gone, walking away with Aaronโs dignity clasped in his hands. Closing his eyes in pure mortification, Hotch simply thanked God that nobody else was around for that and walked away with the intention of fusing to his office chair to avoid ever looking at Rossi again. At least youโd said yes, he thought. He didnโt know how heโd cope with his friend watching him swing and miss.
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The daylight seemed to be anticipating this more than you were, hours passing by like minutes until eventually the sun woke you up on Saturday morning. It was blazing through the cracks in your blinds, settling in slim lines across your floor, as light and gentle as snow. Youโd been rehearsing your poker face in preparation for tonight. Writing safety manuals for any ungodly situation that could happen, everything from a fire to Aaron gaining the ability to read your mind and unearthing what you really thought about him. You were so happy that Jack held you in such high esteem, but your hands were shaking at the thought of sitting down with him and his father and acting like it wasnโt the dynamic you fucking dreamt about. You knew it was a good sign of compatibility if someoneโs cat liked you - did their child liking you mean the same thing? You hoped Jackโs seemingly innate approval of you gave you at least a couple brownie points. Aaron had called you a hero. Swiftly ignoring the memory of what heโd said after he called you a hero, you pulled out your phone. You and him didnโt really speak outside of work and babysitting schedules, but you were pacing around your room and needed something to give you a semblance of structure, a reassurance - even if it was just for the time. You texted, asking if you were still on for tonight, then went to go make breakfast and inevitably pace some more. Heโd gotten back to you about twenty minutes later, confirming the time and giving details of how excited Jack was about it. You smiled at that, praying tonight would be as smooth as humanly possible and you could walk away with an ounce of emotional control. You set an intention, this wouldnโt deepen your feelings for Aaron. Was it a pointless goal? Yes. Was it also highly unlikely to prove true? Yes. But the loose plan you worked around the resolution almost completely extinguished the anxiety that had been blazing for hours now. It would be fine, you thought. Completely and utterly fine.ย
The same words were looping through your thoughts when you got to his front door. Casual - but still minorly more dressed up than heโd seen you. Youโd put a little extra effort into your appearance, mainly to pass the time if you were honest, and you walked in with mild confidence fueling your steps. You did your best not to ogle him, he was in an attire that was already threatening to unravel the safety net of the goal you set. You were used to the suits hidden beneath blazers you cursed the existence of, maybe a snippet of his forearms when he rolled up his sleeves late at night. Now, though, he sported a simple black tee, more comfortable than youโd ever seen him. Domesticity was practically oozing from the entire situation. You felt the pieces slip into place as Jack ran up behind him, and you almost cried with how badly you wanted this feeling to be your normal.ย
โHey, buddy.โ You laughed as he hugged you, reciprocating the act as well as you could from the multiple feet you had on his height. โHowโs the arm?โ
He raised up his wrist, now gauze free and proudly showed off the scar there. You played up the genuine admiration you felt for him. โThatโs a pretty gnarly scar.โ He nodded in response, probably feeling cool for the evidence he handled such an injury. โI donโt want to see you back in my operating room, you hear me? Scared the life out of us.โ The scolding was playful, and he giggled at your words.
Aaron huffed in agreement, cocking his head to the side slightly. โYou can say that again.โ Jack looked between you two, smiling and seemingly thinking something neither of you could decipher. To break the moment of silence, Aaron patted his shoulder. โWhy donโt you tell her whatโs on the menu, buddy?โ
He told you, and you hummed along to his words, commenting that it sounded delicious and actually meaning it. He ran away a second later - presumably back to whatever heโd been doing before you got there - and left you and Aaron alone. Venturing into the kitchen, you saw multiple pans and pots sitting neatly on the stove, table set and ready to be utilized. Everything was being kept warm, and you finally gained an appetite after having wrestled with nerves all day.ย
โDo you want a drink?โ He asked it while entering the kitchen, pausing to look at you.ย
โPlease.โ You were desperate to calm yourself, eager to subdue the shaking of your hands. โDo you have any wine?โ You werenโt the biggest fan, but you couldnโt think of a drink more fitting for the evening.
He nodded slightly. โRed or white?โ
โWhite.โ
He chuckled. โThought so.โ It was quiet, more to himself than you as he was already walking away from you when he said it. Heโd thought about what kind of wine you liked, you thought. Heโd thought about you. He pulled two wine glasses down from the cupboard, then walked over to the fridge. He reached above it, barely having to stretch, and pulled an uncorked bottle from the storage up there. You felt your legs tense looking at how tall he was, how sure he was of his actions. Jesus. Itโs been five minutes and you were crumbling. You watched his hands as he uncorked the bottle, reading the label and realizing the brand.
You furrowed your eyebrows. โSeems a little fancy for a dinner.โ
He laughed under his breath as he finished pouring the glasses, walking back over to sit next to you on the island stools. โYouโre a guest of honor.โ He placed yours in front of you. โI thought it was fitting.โย
You searched, but couldnโt find the humor in his tone. You raised your eyebrows slightly. โAm I?โ It was sarcastic, you needed to stop the heat in your stomach from spreading. โI didnโt know doing your job earned such a title.โ
He was drinking as you spoke, finishing his sip before joking back. โYouโre a doctor.โ He said. โI thought you knew that better than anyone.โ
You sucked air through your teeth as if wounded by his words. โTouche.โ You took a sip of your drink, relishing the taste. Damn, he didnโt come to play. He laughed, and you set your glass back down. โOk, I have to know.โ He drew his attention to you. โWhat the hell did Jack need the day to prepare for?โ The question had been on your mind since he asked you.
He took a drink, chuckling with a mouthful then swallowing so he could reply. โHe actually helped cook most of this.โ He nodded towards the stove full of different dishes. โThat was what he needed the day for. Time for trial and error.โ
You grinned at the thought of Jack and Aaron spending the day in aprons, making sure everything turned out perfect. โThat is the cutest thing Iโve ever heard.โ
He looked back towards Jack, coloring in the living room, close enough to see but far enough to miss your discussions. โHe gets nervous around you.โ
That surprised you. โWhy on Earth would he be nervous around me?โ You took your turn looking at the boy, an idea hitting you and making you feel sick. โWait, I didnโt do something did I?โ
He looked back at you, smiling. โNo, no. Nothing like that. He gets nervous because he likes you. He knows who you are to me, too, so he wants to make a good impression.โ
Your mind latched onto that sentence and played it like a broken record, bouncing between your ears over and over. โOh?โ Your lips were curling up at the corners, eyebrows furrowing as you got ready to hold him to that statement. โAnd who might I be to you, Aaron?โ
Fuck. Heโd let that slip past his lips without even thinking about it. So used to being in the confidential company of his son. Good thing he used to be a lawyer and could lie his ass off. โMost of his sitters arenโt also my coworkers.โ He delivered it the smoothest way he could, smiling and drinking to hopefully exude a false comfortability that he certainly wasnโt feeling.
โMhm.โ You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to look sarcastic but in truth downplaying the sting you felt. What if this had been one-sided all along? You hadnโt prepped a safety guide for that.
Luckily, Jack came sprinting into the kitchen a second later, pleading with his father to eat now. Clinging to his leg and declaring how hunger was killing him by the second, dramatically threatening to wither away before your very eyes. You both shared a look, agreeing silently to put the kid out of his misery. The instinctual nature of the act hit you like a bolt of lightning. Both of you so in tune it was comical. The dinner had been lovely, and you reminded yourself to encourage Jack to keep up his cooking hobby. Maybe you could foster a professional chef. Youโd talked with them both, light and the happiest youโd felt in a while. There it was, you realized. That weightless feeling you wanted to give him. You felt it in yourself too, and you could only pray it was because he felt it first. When dinner concluded, youโd help clean up while Jack resumed his coloring. His bedtime was soon, and you didnโt want him to spend his last hour washing pans. He was nearly delirious by the time 9:00 graced the clock, tired from the preparation of the day and needing to get to sleep. Heโd given you a hug goodnight, thanked you for coming like the gentleman he was, and that was the last you saw of him. The rest of your time there was spent on the couch with Aaron, you both held a second glass of wine, and you noticed it manifest in the blush on his face. He was gorgeous, and you were staring. You know your eyes went to his lips a couple times as he spoke, low and rougher as the time ushered more light out of the sky. You saw his eyes slip down a few times too, this sort of unspoken, agonizing rule of look donโt touch. Heโd walked you to the door, thanked you for your attendance, and then you were leaving. Sitting in your car, warm on the inside from both his presence and the anger you felt at yourself for not just kissing him. You were so incredibly needy for this - for him, and that fact just sat with you, like a raincloud constantly in a state of downpour, never letting you forget the pure fucking craving you had for him.
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You think the start of your blackout was Morganโs panicked voice over the speaker. Youโd been stationed in your typical hut, equipped with medical gear and waiting on someone to need you. It was almost never your team in need of service, typically you were tending to an injured hostage or sometimes the unsub themselves, but never your friends. Your breath had been baited since youโd heard the gun go off. You knew the case was dealing with an aggressive attacker, youโd been expecting a fight, but nothing is ever more excruciating than waiting to hear who the shot was meant for. Derek crying out your name followed by a โget in here. Hotch is down, we need you in here.โ had you ready to run the soles of your shoes down to dust just to make it in time. In time. God, in time for what? Youโd ran past Emily and Rossi hauling out the unsub, anger evident in their treatment of him. How bad was it? How bad had he got him to have them acting like that?
The scene was bloody. Your brain switching off and forcing you into autopilot as you registered the pool of Hotchโs blood that Morgan was kneeling in. He was putting pressure on the wound, an attempt to stop the bleeding but it was flowing like a river. He wouldnโt make it to the hospital like this, you realized. He wouldnโt make it to the fucking hospital. You were holding his life in between your hands right now, the slightest tremor could sever that chord and you were feeling the pressure hard. Aaron was leaned against the wall, slumping down slightly which was only making the bleeding increase under the internal pressure.ย
You looked at Morgan, putting on the bravest face you could muster and effectively seizing control of the situation. โMorgan.โ You got his attention quickly. โOn three I need you to lift him away from the wall. I need to check for an exit wound.โ He just nodded, doing exactly as youโd told him when you reached three. You checked the area, finding an exit wound in nearly the same spot. Itโd been a straight line. You sighed in relief. Thank fucking God. โOk, Morgan, I need you to put pressure on the wound on his back. Iโm going to stitch the front to give us the time we need for the hospital drive but I need you to hold it. You got me?โย
He nodded once. โI got it.โ He moved his hand from the front to the back, Aaron wincing at the switch.
You took out the numbing cream from your pack, knowing it wouldnโt do much for a gushing bullet wound but hoping it would at least quell the sting of a needle. You took out the needle, threading it with hands frighteningly stagnant as the adrenaline gave you tunnel vision. You had to save him. โAaron.โ You looked at him as you prepped his skin for the procedure. โIโm gonna need to double stitch this, and itโs gonna hurt like hell. I need you to stay with me.โย
The man just nodded, exhaling in exhaustion. โDo it.โ
You worked as quickly as possible, gaining hope as you listened to the ambulance approach. โThere you go.โ You said under your breath, at this point you couldnโt tell if you were reassuring him or yourself.ย You looked to Morgan, who was still sealing the other injury. โHelp me get him up. Keep your hand on there. These stitches are gonna give us twenty minutes tops. Hold his shoulders straight and walk quickly.โ You counted again, both of you rising when you hit three, taking the man with you. The walk to the ambulance was the longest of your life. Aaron was clinging to his consciousness but you knew he was losing grip. Finally getting him to the stretcher and slamming the doors was a relief like nothing else. There was no time to debate anyone else going, you rushed him in and sat right down beside him, taking off almost immediately after. The bleeding had slowed, and your hand took the place of Morganโs on his back. Since he was laying down, his full weight was on it, and you felt the circulation lessen more and more as it remained there. You couldnโt care less, youโd let the blood drain from your entire arm if it meant Aaronโs survival. He hadnโt passed out, which you thought was miraculous, simply walked the line of decently delirious. Groaning under his breath at every slight bump in the road.ย
โWhy am I always having to save you Hotchner men?โ You knew now wasnโt the time to be humorous, but you would have done anything to deviate from the tears in your eyes, the ball in your throat. You finally understood why it was frowned upon to date coworkers - it should be illegal to care this much.ย
โI donโt know, honey.โ The pet name was the kicker, allowing a tear to break the dam and roll down your cheek as he chuckled. โYou seem to be pretty damn good at it, though.โ You laughed too, fighting the devastation you felt at the sight of him with the fact that he was clearly well enough to still be joking. โI should have kissed you when you came for dinner.โ
Fuck. โAaron, now is not the time.โ You chuckled slightly as more tears fell. This is absurd.
โI know but-โ He flinched as the ambulance hit another bump. Almost there. โI might as well say it now.โ You wondered if there was genuinely something wrong with him. โYouโve been all I can think about since the moment-'' He paused to breathe slightly in exertion, you giving a disapproving look as his confession took itโs toll. โsince the moment you started, you know that?โ
โYou are dying! Please, for the love of God, Aaron. Use this energy to prevent that from happening.โ Your scolding was dramatic, but your actual concern shone brightly through your ruse of sarcasm.ย
โExactly.โ He was being equally as sarcastic. How on Earth did he manage this with a rapidly declining life force. โGive a dying man a chance. How unfortunate would it be if the last thing I hear before I go out is the woman of my dreams rejecting me?โ
โJesus Christ.โ You shook your head in pure amazement. This was by far the most goal oriented man youโd ever met. โIโll let you take me out if you shut the hell up and save your energy.โ He smiled, letting his head hit the reclined back of the stretcher. โAfter you get better.โ You added, reminding him that his recovery took priority. โDeal?โ
โDeal.โ This was probably the most insufferable man youโd ever met. โSuch a good motivator.โ
Scratch that. Most insufferable man ever.
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(18+!!) ok wait soโฆ Itโs Halloweenโฆ youโre out with Tateโฆ he canโt keep it together because your costume makes him horny.
Tate holds your hand tightly as you both venture down the sidewalk. His costume is eerily familiar. He wears a long, black trench coat and his face had been painted in likeness to a skeleton. His blonde, usually curly, hair is slicked back out of his face. His grip on your hand tightens as you pass by other people your age, some shamelessly taking in the appearance of your revealing costume. Much to Tateโs annoyance, you insisted that Halloween was the one time of year you had an excuse to dress like you were begging for it. The delicate lace that decorates your cleavage distracts Tate more than once. His cock strains against the zipper of his jeans just from lingering beside you. At times, he takes a moment to trail behind you to catch a glimpse of the mounded flesh of your ass cheeks from under your tiny skirt. You know what his game is, of course, and occasionally brush the back of your hand across the front of his jeans. Tate doesnโt take to it lightly, and after teasing him for the forth, and final, time, he has no choice but to trap you behind a big, oak tree in the park and bend you over. His fingers make quick work of your panties, tugging the thin, soaked piece of fabric down your long legs. Your ass jiggles around his hand as he sinks his fingers into your dripping cunt, curling them upwards to press against your sweet spot. โThought you could tease me and get away with it? In that little, slutty costume?โ He mumbles huskily against the shell of your ear, tickling his nose with the freshly-washed hair on the side of your head. You smelt like vanilla, and a hint of coconut. A sweet and sensual scent that had Tate moaning softly against you. Tate spits, directly onto your needy cunt, using his fingertips to spread the saliva over your pulsing clit. โTate, please, I need you inside me,โ you plead, reaching around to grasp onto his throbbing cock, sure to be staining his boxers with smears of pre-cum. Tate unveils his rock-hard length, stroking it with a mix of your arousal and his saliva. He teases you, circling your entrance with the leaking tip of his cock. Caving to his own eagerness, itโs not long before Tate is stretching you out with his girth. Your fingernails dig into the flaking bark of the tree, trying your hardest to find the leverage you need to soften each ravaging thrust. Soft whimpers turn into loud, destitute moans. Tateโs hand wraps around your mouth to stop the ruckus youโre making in an attempt to shield you from the eyes of passer-byers. โThatโs it baby, take my fucking cock. You love how it fills you to the fucking brim, donโt you?โ Tateโs grip on you only get tighter as he slams into your poor, little cunt, using it to alleviate his painful desire for you. Stars appear behind your closed eyelids when Tateโs free hand slithers down between your body and the trunk of the tree to stimulate your swollen clit. โUh fuck- can feel you squeezing tight around me, let up sweetheart, youโre going to make me cum,โ Tate seethes behind clenched teeth, the lewd, squelching sounds each thrust pulls from your dripping cunt pushing you both a step towards release. Itโs not long before the intense pleasure of Tateโs tip nudging against your sweet spot sends you over the edge. Tate holds you up as your orgasm washes over you in big, tremulous waves. Tate growls into your hair, a few last thrust just enough for him to let go inside of your clenching walls. When he pulls out, heโs quick to pull up your panties, rubbing over the cloth to make sure his cum stays with you. โYouโre gonna walk around the rest of the night with these soaking wet panties. And I donโt want to hear a single complaint. You little tease.โ He tucks himself away, and taking a hold of your hand again, he begins to pace down the sidewalk like nothing happened. Even though, you can barely stand on your two feet from how weak your legs are now.
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tits, ass, pussy or thighs
seonghwa ~ tits ALL the way. his most favorite thing in the world is to sit curled up in your lap and suck on them. alternatively, likes to hold on to them as you ride him. there is something very innocent about his fascination with your breasts, something innate and child-like. he treats them delicately and, while he does want to make you feel good, he mostly just likes the way your nipples feel in his mouth.
hongjoong ~ thighs. his preferred sleeping position is to lay his head in your lap so he can always feel the plush and squishy flesh of your thighs. during intercourse, he loves to throw one or both of them over his shoulder, and when he eats you out, he prefers to have you sit on his face so he can feel utterly surrounded by your powerful thighs. he'll also cover them in bites and scratches, so look out.
yunho ~ an ass man til death. in yunho's life, there will never be anything more important than your ass. it's on his mind day and night, and always the part of you he can't help but stare at. he also has a hard time not touching it. whether he's grabbing two giant handfuls during sex, or feeling you up in front of all your friends, your ass always belongs to him. also, he likes to eat it too.
yeosang ~ thighs. nothing gets yeosang going like the sight of you in a pair of short shorts, walking around confidently, your powerful thighs commanding each movement. he loves the shape of them, the softness of your skin, the strong muscles inside. he loves to hold, knead, massage, caress, tickle. and similar to hongjoong, he loves feeling trapped and helpless beneath the strength of your thighs when you sit on his face.
san ~ it's hard to say, because he truly adores all of them. but san has a weak spot for your tits. he goes crazy watching them bounce every time he fucks into you. he loves using them to tease you, keeping you on the edge of ecstasy by pinching, rubbing, and licking them, never touching you anywhere else. he loves being rough with them, squeezing and pulling at them, and nibbling mercilessly on your nipples.
mingi ~ pussy, pussy, pussy. mingi forgets about literally everything else in the world when your pussy is in the question. you can use it to get him to do anything; he'll beg and cry, or eat you out for hours, or otherwise stop at no means just to get his dick inside your warm, wet pussy. he loves the way it squeezes him, loves watching himself disappear inside of you, and loves doing whatever you want him to do to it.
wooyoung ~ a tie between ass and pussy. he basically just loves the lower half of you. he loves watching your hips when you dance, or simply just walk across the room, while he mentally undresses you. he equally enjoys fucking both of your holes, and loves filling them both up. whether that's with a dildo, his fingers, or a third partner (san), seeing you completely full makes him melt.
jongho ~ thighs and ass. he likes to show off his strength by holding you up by your thighs as he fucks you against a wall. and he loves to slap your ass when he gets you on all fours. he becomes instantly horny when you wear yoga pants, watching your ass jiggle and bounce, all the while getting off on knowing that he's the only person who gets to see you out of those pants.
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BAEK HARIN x FEM!READER
Prompt: You let her bully you but you know deep down she doesnโt mean it because sheโs just trying to uphold her reputation as the schoolโs IT girl
Warnings/Notes: secret relationship, smut, fingering, F Grade reader, red flag Harin, smoking, reader gets burnt with a cigarette
A/N: ITโS HAPPENING PEOPLE. Itโs time to showcase how down bad I am for this woman.
Your eyes were glued to your feet in fear as you were corned in the classroom by Dayeon and Wooyi, each holding a pair of kitchen scissors.
As always, everyone minded their own business, knowing that they shouldnโt interfere with whatever an A Grader is doing. You started to shake, tears welling up in your eyes when Dayeon took the sharp end of her scissors and dragged it lightly from your jaw to your chin.
โYou know when I was younger, I loved styling my Barbie dollโs hair. My dad would always buy me a new one because Iโd cut each oneโs hair until they were bald and uglyโฆ.wanna be my new Barbie doll, Y/n?โ Dayeon whispered.
Wooyi brushed her knuckles against your smooth face, admiring how clear and flawless it was. โItโs such a shame you got 0 votes. Youโre so pretty Y/n-ahโฆall of that beauty about to go to wasteโ
Harin gripped her book as she remained glued to her seat, trying to mind her own business like she always does, but hearing the two girlโs threats/back handed compliments was slowly boiling her blood.
Sheโd allow any A Rank to bully anyone but once it came to you, her rule would change.
Youโre her special girl.
Thatโs only for you to know at least.
Harin canโt bear to imagine how her reputation would be if the truth was out. She truly loved you but she loved this pyramid game just as much.
And you couldnโt argue with her about it. Whatever made your Harin happy, made you happy.
โI think we should give her short hair like Do-Ahโ Dayeon winked, making Wooyi laugh.
Your clenched fists stayed by your sides when the took a chunk of your hair and steadying the scissors against it.
โYah, thatโs enoughโ Suji spoke up with arms crossed, making Dayeon roll her eyes.
โDonโt you have anything better to do other than meddling with us?โ The green haired girl scoffed but Suji pushed the other two away before standing in front of you.
โHow am I supposed to do well in class when I canโt even focus? Are you that dumb to not complete a simple test, Dayeon-ah? And Wooyi, if youโre gonna try to be the prettiest girl in this school, then find a better cardiganโ
Wooyi cursed under her breath and held the scissors like a knife, taking a step closer to Suji just before Harin slammed her book on her desk and stood up.
โKim Dayeon, Bang Wooyi. Enough.โ
The two looked at Harin and gulped, seeing her approach them with her bitchy stare.
โShe needs to know her place, Harin. I think sheโll look good with blood all over her bodyโ Wooyi growled but Suji didnโt falter, only sending the short haired girl a middle finger.
โIf you two donโt listen to me right now, Iโll make sure you move down to D Grade in the next voting.โ
Looking between all of them, you noticed Harin was now staring at you as her minions ran off to their designated seat but Suji remained in front of you.
โYou too, Sung Suji. Everythingโs handled, you can go back to your seatโ Harin ordered.
โAnd what, let you torment Y/n? I donโt think soโ
โWhat makes you think Iโll do that?โ
โI can see through you, Baek Harin. Iโll seriously kill you if I see burn marks on more people like you did with Jaeunโ
With a shaky hand, you tugged onto Sujiโs uniform. โS-Suji, itโs fineโ
Harinโs eyes darted down to your hand that was on her rival, not accepting the small skin ship. โDonโt touch her, Jeon Y/n.โ
Suji held your hand and interlocked your fingers. โDonโt listen to her Y/n. I can help youโ
Fire flashed in Harinโs eyes and she instantly yanked you away from Suji, pulling you behind her. โDonโt touch whatโs not yours, Sung Suji!โ
โWho are you to claim her? Iโm not letting you hurt this girl anymore!โ
You saw the taller girl point her finger in the shorterโs face. โTry to ruin the game all you want, Suji. But donโt you dare touch Y/n or get her involved in itโ
Without hearing another word, Harin dragged you out the class and into an empty room, locking the door and sitting down on one of the chairs while pinching her nose bridge.
You stood awkwardly in front of her and played with your fingers. โH-Harin..โ
โAre you trying to make me jealous on purpose?โ
You looked up at her with wide eyes. โWhat? N-No! I was going to tell Suji to go away I swear!โ
Harin sighed and shook her head. โI donโt know, baby. It seemed like you wanted Sujiโs attention more than mine. Donโt you love me anymore?โ
โNo no I love you, Harin! So much!โ
She bit on the tip of her thumb before tapping her lap. โCome. Sitโ
You quickly did as so and held onto her shoulders for support.
โYouโre such a bad girl, baby. Letting the other girls touch you like that. Tell me, did you enjoy having Wooyiโs fingers on you?โ
Your lips were sealed but you shook your head.
โThatโs right. The only fingers youโll be getting are mine, okay?โ
โY-Yes Harinโ
She tilted her head at you. โWeโre alone now, honeyโ
You gulped and flickered your gaze at her plump lips. โYes mommyโ
Harin held your hips and forced them to move back and forth against her lap. โDonโt kiss me, Princess. Thatโs your punishment as of today, got it?โ
โYes mommyโ you gasped when Harin moved you to sit on her thigh, letting you continue riding it.
โM-Mommy, feels so goodโ
โI know baby. Donโt be loud, okay?โ
You nodded and watched the girl remove her cardigan, taking out her usual cigarette and favourite golden lighter. Quickly lighting up a stick, she hid the lighter back into her cardigan and moved one hand underneath your skirt.
โMy good girl. Not wearing panties like I told you toโ she smiled, taking a big puff of her cigarette and blowing the smoke into your face.
You didnโt like passive smoking but with Harin, you did not mind one bit.
Her ring finger and middle finger were flat against your soaked entrance, causing you to whine. โMommyโฆMommy please can I ride your fingers?โ
โAlways having manners, baby. Thatโs what I love so much about youโฆโ she trailed off and leaned up to place light kisses under your jaw. โโฆgo on ride meโ
โThank you mommyโ you choked and felt full from her two slender fingers pushing into you.
Your grip on her shoulders tightened while you moved up and down, feeling her digits dig deeper inside your walls. You threw your head bag and murmured a bunch of incoherent words while Harin stared up at you with fascination, still going through her cigarette.
โGod, youโre so pretty Jeon Y/n. Iโm so glad youโre mine. My beautiful F Gradeโ she whispered, leaning her cigarette to your shoulder. โYou know what to do, my loveโ
You undid the 3 top buttons of your shirt and pulled down the left side, exposing your black bra strap and the left over burn marks from your previous private sessions with Harin.
She hummed at your obedience and struck the lit end of her stick against a new space on your skin. The mix of the pleasure of her fingers plus the stinging hot cigarette was enough to bring you to your orgasm, clutching Harin so hard that her uniform couldโve ripped.
โYesโฆcum for me, sweet girlโ
โFuck fuck fuck yes mommy thank youโ
Admiring your fresh burn, she flicked the cigarette away to hug your hips and pull you closer, letting her continue kissing all over your neck and collarbones, even kissing your old burn scars.
She was about to move to your other shoulder, pulling down the shirt to expose your skin but she was met with a big bruise.
โIs this from Kim Dayeon?โ
You were still recovering from the intense orgasm but managed to nod your head. โY-Yeah..โ
โDoes it hurt alot?โ
โNot alot. Iโll put ice on it, donโt worryโ
Harin slowly pulled her fingers out of you and sucked it clean, noticing your face going red. โDonโt be shy, baby. Youโre so cuteโ
โT-Thank youโ
โI can punish Dayeon for you, my loveโ
โNo I donโt want that, seriously itโs okayโ you chuckled and held her face, tracing her bottom lip with your thumb. โYou worry too muchโ
โYouโre my girl. Why wonโt you let me help you move to A Grade?โ
โJust โcauseโฆI wouldnโt be able to keep my hands off youโ
Harin nodded in understanding and kept smiling at you. โIf you say so, my loveโ
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Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader โฅ๏ธ
a/n: hey :) i secretly enjoy writing and after a quick talk abt it with @lilthbunny i decided to post some of my fics here! hope itโs not so bad so pls enjoy
summary: you study too much and Tate decides to slightly distract you ๐ธ
warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving)
(pic from pinterest)
Summer is almost there.
Itโs almost there, and it means that you have exams in your college.ย
Another day of the endless studying in your dark, dusty room. A lot of textbooks are scattered on the bed mixed with notebooks, and you're lying there typing something quickly on your laptop - you need to watch another lectureโฆ your brain aches already, your eyes narrow in the darkness of the room, youโre completely exhausted of this shit. When you type the last letter on your laptop, you feel someoneโs presence nearly.ย
With a sigh, you take your notebook again, starting to write something and not paying any attention to the blond guy, who already took a seat on the bed with you.ย ย With a muffled tired groan, his head literally falls down on your tummy, and his hands stroke your sides gently.
โY/n, come ooonโ, he groans again, looking up at you with his dark puppy eyes. โYouโve been studying for three days in a row, iโm tired of just watching you laying here, reading and writing.โ
You sigh tiredly, but feel really bad for ignoring your boyfriend this way, even knowing how much he always craves your attention. โTate, you know this test is important.โ Your fingers eventually slipped into his golden, soft curls, playing with them, as your gazeโs still locked with the notebook. You bit your lower lip, trying to focus on the study tasks, when the young boy starts to kiss your stomach through the cloth of your top, and of course you didnโt wear braโฆ and of course Tate notices it, when your nipples become harder because of simple kisses on your body. He smirks slyly.
โBut that doesnโt mean you have to study all weekendโฆ look at you. You look exhausted.โ He said, and his fingers quickly slip under the cloth and touch your bare skin on your sides and stomach. Tate leans in and nuzzles your neck, and you unintentionally put your notebook aside. His hot breath hits your skin, as he whispers: โSomeone here wants you to take a breath. Let me distract you for a while.โ
You almost moaned just at these words, as your fingers tug on his hair softly and your lips curl into a slight smirk. โI think i canโt say no in this position.โ
Tate smiles and immediately pulls your top off, his palms cupping your breasts, as he connects his lips with yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. Oh, this boy missed this feeling of your smooth skin in his hands, of your soft lips against his - it was only 3 days without you guys having intimacy, but for him it felt like eternity. His hot tongue brushes against your lips in a silent question, and you part your lips slightly, allowing him to slip in, while his slender fingers knead your tits.
His mouth starts to move lower - his hot lips on your neck, on your chest, on your tummy, and you can already feel how your underwear gets more wet with each second.
โThatโsโฆ a veryโฆ goodโฆ mhmhmmโฆ decisionโฆโ He groans into your skin in between kisses, as his lips wander lower and lower. His hands reach for the buttons of your jeans, and eventually he pulls them down your legs, leaving you in your panties only. Tate pulls away, admiring the view - he always craves you, your body, your touch, no matter what, and seeing you naked (or almost naked) is enough for him to get hard within a second. His fingers trace along your bare thighs gently, as he suddenly changes the position - now youโre sitting on the edge of the bed, and this boy with golden curls is kneeling in front of you, spreading your thighs. You bit your lower lip in anticipation, as his lips slowly make their way up your thigh, getting closer and closer to the spot where you crave them the most and shamelessly teasing you. Tateโs fingers reach to the waistband of your panties, tugging on it slightly.
โLet me..?โ He whispers in a hushed breath, looking up at you, and this sight only can make you cum twice.ย
โTate, just do it,ย pleaseโฆโ You whimper, tugging on his hair, and he lets out a soft growl, as his lips connect with your underwear, and you gasped at the sensation - it feels so good, but you need so much moreโฆ โD-donโt tease! Take these offโฆโ You whine, and Tate smirks, enjoying how much you want him back. He canโt refuse you, and in a second your panties fall down on the floor. His slender finger runs between your folds, collecting the wetness, and he even moans quietly, seeing how eager you already are.ย
You shiver, and a soft whimper escapes your lips, when you feel his finger touching you. Tate pulls it away and replaces it with his soft, tender lips, and now you canโt hold back a proper moan. Your grip in his hair tightens, as he started to literally eat you out, his tongue circles around your clit and slips inside you, making you scream in pure pleasure. You pull his head closer, and Tate moans at your eagerness, continuing his adorable assault on your pussy. Your arousal mixes with his saliva, and when he sucks on your clit, you let out another loud moan.
โSo loud for such a sweet girlโ, he chuckles quietly, swallowing, and then suddenly entering you with his middle finger. You threw your head back, covering your mouth with your free hand just not to scream so loud that the whole neighbourhood could hear you. You squeeze your thighs unintentionally, and Tate chuckles against your clit - the vibrations send a shiver down your spine. He starts to move his finger painfully slow, and you thrust your hips, meeting his motions. When he feels that you begin to clench around his finger, he adds the second one and licks on your clit faster, but gentler.ย
โF-fuck, Tate!โ You whine again, not able to contain yourself. โI- Oh, I think iโm gonna cum-โ
Your words make him grow even harder in his jeans. โDonโt worryโ, he chuckles, pulling away for a second. โI ainโt stopping.โ
You whine, and with one last thrust of his fingers, finally achieve your climax. It feels like an explosion: your walls clench around his hand, the arousal dripping down your thighs, and Tate gladly licks every single drop of it. This familiar feeling of powerful wave of pleasure makes you gasp for the air, and you lay down on your back, trying to calm down. Tate pulls away from your thighs, his chin glistens with your wetness, and he wipes it away with a sleeve of his striped sweater. He crawls towards you, laying down next to your body.
โGod, youโre beautiful.โ He whispers, kissing your temple, and you reach up to him, smashing your lips against his - he kisses you back sloppily, still caressing your bare thigh with one hand. He then looks at you with a cocky smile and leans his head on your shoulder, breathing in your scent.
โI guess I should study even more if it means that youโre going to distract me from it like this every timeโฆโ You scoff, starting to play with his hair once again, making Tate purr.
โI donโt mind spending most of my time โdistractingโ you.โ
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Ellie holding a hand over ur mouth bc ur being too loud in public and telling u to 'take it like the good girl I know u are'
Omg imagine her saying this while u are sucking her off
nsfw! ๐โหโน แฐ
ellie fingering you in a public restroom but youโre being so loud she threatens to stuff your โloud ass mouthโ with her fingers, make you gag and drool all over yourself until you learn how to shut the fuck up. (omg who said that?)
and sheโs saying this while calmly shushing you. like actually what the fuck. in the sweetest tone sheโll whisper โshh shh, youโre being so fucking loud. shut the fuck up. just stop whining and take it. take it like the good girl i know you are. make me proud.โ
and thatโs not helping! like at all actually. ofcourse you end up dripping your wetness into a puddle on the floor because her voice is making your brain go fuzzy and you can literally taste yourself on her fingers.
and gagging on her cock while she calls you a good girl! looking up at her and nearly orgasming untouched from how hot she looks biting her lip staring down at you. sheโs got this fucking filthyyyy ass mouth. โjust like that baby, you fucking take it. just like i taught you.โ
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Unsupervised Tablet Time
Description: Kyle is on his tablet late at night. He somehow managed to get onto a porn sight, and found himself with a hard on. But youโd help him right? The only problem was? You were asleep
warnings: smut, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, a bit of a crazed Kyle at one point, he makes the reader touch him while sheโs sleeping (or so he thinks, sheโs not actually asleep), Kyle crying, tooth rotting fluff. (I didnโt mean to make this as fluffy as I did, but itโs Kyle and I couldnโt resist)
word count: 3k (woooo, I think this is the longest fic Iโve ever written)
Realistically it wasnโt his fault that he stumbled across porn while watching videos on his tablet. All it took was one click, one link and bam.ย
He was sucked in. Completely enthralled. Eyes wide as he watched the two people move on screen, their noises muffled in his headphones as he watched, completely entranced. The way their bodies move against each other as the man rutted against the woman, thrusting into her at a harsh, unrelenting pace. Kyle had been so mesmerized by the video that he barely noticed the way his cock twitched in his pants, begging for some kind of relief.
He did finally realize though when he shifted from his criss cross applesauce position to relax more against the bed and his thigh brushed against his erection. He paused, blinking in confused curiosity as he carefully poked at his groin with his pointer finger. The sounds that were playing right into Kyleโs ears werenโt at all helping the situation. From the sound of slapping skin to the moans the girl was letting off. It sparked something inside him.ย
He pawed at his clothed cock with a clumsy hand, a quiet, surprised groan coming from his lips. That felt good. But not enough. He needed more. More more more.ย
Still though, it was late at night and he knew everyone was asleep, and even though he didnโt quite understand, he figured this isn't something you did around everyone. Even in his hazed state, he knew that he didnโt want to get caught. Maybe he should just go back to watching videos.ย
He turned his attention back to the tablet, frowning as he saw the video had ended, but soon enough a bunch more popped up in recommendation and he clicked on one of them, excitedly watching, eyes flicking across the screen as the video loaded.
It started out with a woman lying across a bed, stark naked. She began touching herself and Kyle mewled, reaching out and touching the screen in a desperate attempt to touch the woman. He groaned in frustration at his failed attempt, eyebrows furrowed at the growing pressure in his pants that was becoming more and more uncomfortable.
His eyes were laser focused on the girl's cunt, his tongue lolling from his mouth again. He longed to bury his face between her thighs. It was like an instinct. Or a memoryโฆHe wasnโt sure.
Soon enough there was a bit more action on the screen, a man crawling on top of her as they began to passionately make out. Kyle copied the movements of their lips, looking as if he was kissing air, which looked quite odd if anywhere were to walk in the room. He was so curious about anything and everything. Maybe a little too much at times.
It got heated fast, and Kyleโs brain struggled to keep up. The camera panned to a different angle, a closer one. The man stroked his cock a few times before lining it up with the womanโs entrance, carefully pushing it into her. It was as if Kyle was the one shoving his cock into someoneโs warm heat by the way he reacted. He let out a groan, hand flying to his pants as he squeezed his dick, possibly too hard. He didnโt like his hands. Didnโt like his touch. He was too clumsy. He needed something else and he was growing frustrated.
His tablet and headphones were soon abandoned on his bed as he stood up, very determined now to get some relief. He found a lot of comfort in you, so surely you would make him feel better, right? He had no clue that he could just take care of his โlittleโ issue himself. You did everything for him, so obviously you could do this too.
So he made his way to your room, creeping as carefully as his clumsily coordinated body could. He closed the door behind him, having some sense to be quiet and not to wake the others. When he found you asleep he frowned. He didnโt want to wake you, but at the same time he needed your help so bad.ย
He took a seat on the edge of your bed, mouth drawn down into a pout as he thought long and hard about what he should do. He finally couldnโt stand it any longer and crawled up the bed beside you, being as quiet as possible, eyes widening every time the bed creaked. He reached under the covers for your hand and gently pulled it out, holding it in his own for a second. You were so warm. So much warmer than Kyleโs undead body, and your touch held so much comfort.
He carefully brought your hand down to the bulge in his pants, letting it rest there as he bucked up against it. A breathy whine slipped from his chapped lips as he blinked a few times, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he ground his hips up against your hand.ย
Once he saw that you werenโt stirring, he got a bit bolder, trying to find a way to maneuver your hand into his pants, and much to his dismay, was unable to do so. He continued to grind against your hand, cock heavy and throbbing under the confines of his sweats and boxers. He scooted away from you a bit to try and slip his pants off clumsily, clunky hands grabbing at the waistband with a heavy grunt.
Little did Kyle know youโd woken quite a bit ago. Really the moment he sat on your bed, you just pretended to be asleep to see what he would do. To say you were surprised would be an understatement. Your sweet, innocent Kyle grinding desperately against your hand in the middle of the night? While he thought you were asleep?
Your face was covered in a bright pink blush, but luckily the darkness of the room hid it from view. Not that heโd really suspect anything if he saw it anyways. The poor boy was a bit clueless.ย
You felt him shifting beside you, trying to shimmy out of his pants and you wanted to turn and face him, to press a kiss to his cold, but sweet undead lips. You werenโt sure what had gotten into him. Heโd never acted like this before.
You nearly shouted in surprise as his broad arms wrapped around your frame, snuggling up beside your back, his now naked lower half resting against the curve of your ass. He grumbled something that you couldnโt understand before he began to carefully grind against you.
Your breathing picked up and you knew you only had two choices.
Stay here and let him get off like thisย
Help himย
And how could you not help him? Still, you decided to wait a few more moments, because his desperate actions amused you just a bit.ย
It was when he buried his face against the crook of your neck and began to nip at the skin, your breath hitched.ย
โMmmm-โ he groaned against your ear, unaware that the proximity and his volume could wake you, because he also wasnโt aware that you already were awake. Just sitting and biding your time.
He rutted a few more times against your ass before biting down particularly hard against your shoulder, surely leaving marks.
You couldnโt help but wince, shooting up into a sitting position which startled Kyle. His eyes were wide as he looked at you, slowly blinking as he tried his best to gauge your reaction. He seemed to tense, waiting for some sort of reprimanding, or even a slap. But neither came, and he relaxed a bit, his worried expression morphing into that same look of need and desperation.ย
You gave him a gentle smile, carefully reaching out to cup his cheek. โOh baby, what happened to get you so worked up?โ You asked, although you knew he probably couldnโt find a way to respond. He huffed, eyebrows furrowing once more as his lips turned into a pout. He so badly wanted to talk to you. To really be able to explain, but he just couldnโt, and it drove him to near insanity.
He leaned his cheek into your touch, much like a puppy rubbing up against a person for affection. You let your other hand reach up to brush through his beautiful blond curls, a quiet content sigh falling from his slightly parted lips.ย
He grew fidgety once more, moving around to try and get comfortable and thatโs when you realized that his little issue wasnโt just going to resolve itself. He needed to find a way to take care of it, and by the looks of things, it seemed like you needed to help him.ย
โKyle, Iโm going to help you, okay?โ You said slowly and clearly, making sure he understood you before you continued.
He perked up instantly, eyes wide and full of anticipation for what was to come. More of you. More of your touch. More more more. Help. You were going to help him.
He followed your lead as you laid him back on the bed, his limbs like deadweight as you tried to position him in the way you wanted. He tried his best to help you, always having to concentrate extra hard to move certain parts of his body. It had to do with his mind and body connection, something that had been severely damaged when he was brought back.ย
Once you had successfully positioned him on the bed, arms laid out at his sides and his thighs open wide, you smiled, looking down at him. He was only wearing his dark blue t-shirt, bottom half naked and quivering a bit. His body was in constant motion, never really being able to be fully still. It was always either his hands, or his legsโฆ maybe his face, but it was guaranteed that some part of him was always in motion.
โOkay, Iโm going to help you now, if you want me to stopโฆ if you arenโt liking it, Iโll stop. You just have to use your words, okay?โ He nodded with a smile, dimples appearing on his cheeks and you so badly just wanted to pinch them.
Settling in between his thighs, your hands dragged across his legs, getting him used to your touch and not just jumping right into jerking him off, not wanting to overwhelm him and potentially get a bad reaction out of him. You always had to take things slow with Kyle.
With an almost feather light touch, you carefully traced the head of his cock with your pointer finger, humming softly as you glanced up at him to see what his expression would be, truly having no idea how heโd react.
Instantly his legs were trying to buck up into the touch, wanting more. Needing more. God he needed so much more of you. All of you.ย
With a thick, garbled groan, he looked at you with pleading eyes, urging you to go on. To do more.
And you did just that. You gingerly wrapped your hand around his hard, leaking cock, being careful not to squeeze too much and startle him. You wanted to slowly introduce him to the pleasure and be able to build it up if he did want more.
Kyle, for the first time since heโd come back to life, felt hot. His body felt like it was on fire. A big pit of hot coals settled deep in his stomach, threatening to bubble up. A sheen of sticky sweat covered his forehead as his breathing got heavier, his scarred chest rising and falling with every stroke of your hand over his most intimate part.
โMnrrrrggh- g-gooood.โ He drawled, voice sounding more rough than usual as he panted, hands clenching and unclenching the bedsheets at his sides, not knowing what to do with his body.
โJust relax, Kyle. Let go, Iโm right here.โ You whispered in reassurance, wanting him to feel comfortable the whole time.
This was such an intimate action and you didnโt want to do anything to cause Kyle to react in a possibly dangerous way.ย
Kyle let out a quiet, desperate whine, so overwhelmed by the feeling, but also at the same time, wanting more. Like he couldnโt get enough.ย
Sensing this, you settled yourself more in between his legs, letting your tongue slip out and carefully swipe across his cockhead, causing him to nearly cry out at the feeling, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to make sense of the new, wonderful sensation.
You couldnโt help but smirk, carefully swiping your tongue across the tip a few more times before sinking down, lips wrapped tightly around his length as you bobbed your head a bit, stroking the rest that didnโt fit in your mouth.
Kyle was writhing on the bed, and to the naked eye, it would almost appear that he was in pain. You did worry for a second, but the way he opened his eyes and looked down at you told you he was just fine.
You sped up your hand, bobbing your head faster, the slick sound of Kyleโs cock hitting the back of your throat was driving him absolutely crazy and in an instant, you were thrown onto your back, Kyle tearing viciously at your clothes as he grunted, eyes dark and determined.
โWoah! Kyle- be careful- Hey!โ You shouted as he ripped off your shirt, hands sweeping across your bare stomach before he pulled off your pajama pants as well.
Everything was happening so fast that you barely had time to think. You tried to sit up, to get Kyle to calm down, but he was so riled up that he couldnโt see reason. He attacked your neck with sloppy kisses and bites, marking you up.
He groaned in frustration as he tried to get your bra off but failed, moving on to your panties instead.
You winced as the harsh thread of fabric was ripped from you, leaving a red mark.
โKyle! Just- slow down!โย
But he wasnโt listening, not really. He had climbed on top of you, trying to position his cock at your entrance before he slid in. A loud, relieved groan leaving his lips as he nearly collapsed onto you.
He was big, and it hurt. Especially since he had given you no time to adjust before he was moving at a steady rhythm, his hips snapping against yours as he pulled you into a sloppy kiss.ย
Your body slowly began to adjust, letting him sink deeper into you. His thrusts didnโt have any particular rhythm to them. He just went in and out, in and out.ย
With every thrust of his hips, his pelvis brushed against your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you.
You had barely noticed the way Kyle had stilled, soft cries coming from his lips as he was buried against your shoulder. You frowned, thinking that obviously something was wrong, so you pushed Kyle up a bit to get a good look at his face. He was crying. Fat teardrops rolled down his pale, scared face as he looked at you.
โKyle? Kyle hey- woah look at me, whatโs wrong?โ You cupped his cheek, trying to sit up a bit, but it was hard because Kyle was still on top of you, as well as inside you.
He simply just shook his head at your question, leaning closer to you, nearly suffocating. It was as if he wanted to crawl inside your body. Just wanted to be as close as humanly possible.
โKyle-โ you urged, still very worried about the boy on top of you. His thrusts had stopped and he was just crying, seemingly trying to form words, but unable to.
โI-I l-loo-โ he sniffled a bit, a tear dripping from his chin onto your bare breast. You shivered, focusing on his words to try and understand him.ย
โLoooooove y-youuuuโ he said, looking up at you proudly as he managed to get the words out.
You almost teared up at his confession. He was crying because he loved you? God, youโd never meet another human being as kind and selfless and justโฆ sweet as him. He was one of a kind.ย
He whimpered quietly as he began to thrust into you again, and you could tell he was close by the urgency in his thrusts.
โShhh-โ you whispered, holding him close. Making sure he felt secure and loved.ย
โI love you too Kyle. So much, such a good boy- fuck-โ you swallowed hard, grasping at Kyleโs back as he fucked into you, his body quivering as he pulled back a bit to look at you, seeming to ask without words if it was okay to cum. To let go.ย
โIโve got you, Kyle. Go ahead baby.โ You cooed, and Kyleโs face contorted in the most beautiful display of pleasure youโd ever seen, his hips stilling after one particularly hard thrust. You felt as his warm seed filled you, and you cursed silently. He hadnโt worn a condom. Itโd be fine though. You hoped. You were on birth control, but you knew that didnโt always work.
You relaxed into the bed, pulling a now exhausted Kyle with you. He pulled out of you shakily and curled up beside you, face buried in the crook of your neck as he closed his eyes.ย
He was out like a light before you even had the chance to say another word. You got up to get cleaned up before you went to Kyleโs room, seeing the light still on.
And there, on the bed was his tablet, headphones still connected, and a random video pulled up on some porn website. How he had managed to find it astounded you, but you knew only two things.
You loved Kyle more than anyone in this world and would do everything in your power to keep him feeling safe and loved
He needed to be monitored while on his tablet from now on.ย
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One Hop Ahead Of You
ARTMS' Jeon Heejin + woo!ah!'s Nana (Kwon Nayeon) x Male Reader Smut
18,039 words
Categories | bunny girls FTW, stepcest (kinda), blowjob, threesome, daddy kink, cunnilingus, angry sex, spanking, breeding
Bunny kpop idols are the best. There's Eunbi, Tsuki, then Heejin and Nana...
Thanks for commissioning me this piece; sorry for the late post! Enjoy all the synonyms I could use for "but" :D
Phone on, headphones plugged, music loud. Thatโs your story for road trips such as these, and youโve zero plans about rewriting the plot.ย
The scenery of beautiful mountains and blooming trees canโt break your focus on your mobile device. Your parents canโt either, as hard as they try; theyโve told you once or twice during the whole trip to look up from the screen for once. No, actually, scratch that: theyโve berated you about it at least every five minutes, and youโre starting to grow sick of pretending you canโt hear them. Your nonchalant continued stares on your phone donโt exactly convince them you canโt hear a thing.
Yeah, this is what happens when you give your toddler an iPad. The boomers might be right for this one. You canโt live without staring down at a bright screen, clicking at a bright screen, watching a bright screen. Eh, well, so what? Technology is a necessity in these modern days, and it just so happens that you need this kind of distraction on the road trip. Your mother and father think otherwise, but thatโs because they live like itโs still the 70s or something. You donโt know. Thatโs how parents are.
Mobile data serves you well anyway. Your combat skills do not. Youโve been trying to kill a character on this app for a while, and it stuns you how strong her damage is. You click the sickle attack button more times than you can count and choose a special damage in between three taps, but you still end up dead. Youโre seeking vengeance because the player talked shit about you on the main chat, and it doesnโt look like youโre going to show them up. You've got two deaths to go before you're seen as a pathetic little shit who tries too hard, and five kills to cement yourself as someone who isn't.
God, youโve been playing this game for yearsโhow are you still not good?
โJay,โ you could hear your mother call out from the edge of your earphones. Sheโs driving, her ringed hands firmly on the wheel. She meets your subtle gaze through the rearview mirror. โJay.โ
Groan. Thatโs your job as a son: to moan, groan, and drone on about everything and anything. Youโre exceptionally skilled in this profession. โWhat now, mom?โ you ask.
She gives you a sarcastic but playful little grin. โOh, so you can hear me.โ
Alright, youโll let her have that one. But still: โOnly because youโve been nagging me for the whole trip.โ
โNow now, donโt talk to your mother like that,โ your father chides. Heโs a kind-looking dude; heโs got triangle-shaped glasses and stubbles of a dead beard on his chin. โItโs true, but rude. Very rude, not a good look.โ
Your mother clicks her tongue. She gives your father a millisecond glare before returning to driving. โHey.โ
โHoney, you know I love you, but your mouthโโ
โLeave it at that,โ she warns, voice dangerously tight.
Your dad doesnโt heed her warning. โโcan be a nuisance.โ
โThatโs it. Iโm pulling over. And youโre driving.โ
He raises his hands. โOkay, okay,โ he says passively, โIโm sorry.โ
They harrumph at each other for a while, then kiss and make up, and you laugh a little. Subtly, of course. Everyone knows that part of going through teenage years (well, youโre a little past being a teen when youโre nearly twenty years old, but your mind is still the same as when you were sixteen) is denying with all your heart that your parents make you happy. Youโre just going with the flow, as usual.ย
It especially doesnโt help that youโre already an adult according to the Korean age system. Adulthood brings a kind of defiant independence in you, which you donโt know whether itโs a good thing or not. It has its moments, you guess.
โOh, look at that,โ says your mother, nudging your father, โJayโs laughing!โ
โIโm not!โ you reply, biting your cheek so the smile doesnโt grow. Must. Not. Show. Them.
Your father peeks at you from behind the headrest and grins mischievously. โSee? We still got it, donโt we?โย
The car swerves, barely making you match your fist bump with him. For this, you allow a slight smileโas much as you like to hide it like a career-ruining secret, you love your parents. Theyโre like two peas in a pod. Your fatherโs a rambunctious joke-loving guy your playful mother falls in love with everyday, resulting in, well, having you.ย
Plus, because of that, you havenโt felt the need to regret being born or despising your parents, unlike other people your age. Their love for each other inspires you, and although every moment with them is guaranteed to have you be a third wheel again, you donโt mind. You love seeing them happy.
โNow that youโre back to earth,โ your mother says, โcan you please appreciate the surroundings? Itโs too beautiful to go ignored.โ
โThatโs right. They wonโt surround you when we fly back home.โ
โDad,โ you groan, rolling your eyes. But doing a little observing is the least you could do. You can go AFK on this match for once. Youโve still got more mobile data to last a few days, so worrying isn't needed.
Look up. Blink once. Twice. Itโs like a whole new world. Humble homes peek from between forests in the lower sides of the mountains. The sun is shining brightly, casting a yellow light on the trees that decorate the sides of the swerving roads. And the skyโฆ has it always been that blue? The wispy clouds are just the cherry on top.
This place is so different from the urban city where your apartment resides. Thereโs no smoke, no cut trees, no rising buildings. Itโs nature in its most pure state.ย
Thereโs no traffic either, butโ
โMom, look out!โ you yell, but youโre just a little too late. Just a little, and it would count, but for this one it doesnโt.
You canโt do anything about it then. The large truck that ventures on the wrong side of the road has a mission. Whether intentional or not, it canโt turn back. It collides heavily into the windshield, and youโre wrapped in dizziness and despair as your old car launches backward, rolling in the air a few times before roughly settling on the very curved edge of the road.ย
Then it slides downward. Youโre stuck in a spiral blurred with green and wood. What you remember is the feeling of being tortured and tossed through trees, and the truck following suit. It chases you long after its mission is complete.
Another thing you recall from the accident, as youโre lying down on the rough grass with blood on the side of your head, are two rabbits that stare curiously at you.
They seem to be sisters.
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Voices, male and female, scruff and saccharine. They fill your ears like music but you canโt open your eyes to see to whom they belong. They speak of confusing topics and jumbled words. Canโt get a grip of their meaning. All the while your soul is yearning to rise from sleeping when it feels like youโre dying and the force inside you is struggling in defying a black fate.ย
Your body, however, is blank of any pain. How strange. Strange enough that itโs a strong alarm for you to finally open your eyes. Theyโve been glued together for a while, so when your vision greets you, you surprise even yourself. Thereโs a person in a white lab coat, and a white blanket mantles you. Is this heaven? Isnโt heavenโs signature color white?
First things first: how the fuck did they let you into heaven?
โAh, so youโre finally awake.โ A man with a rounded cap smiles at you. โHowโre you doing, bud?โ
Blink. Soโฆ this isnโt heaven? Do they wear caps in heaven? You donโt think so. Whoever invented denim caps deserves a nice little throne next to Lucifer. โUm. Alright, I guess?โ
What should you even say when youโre trying to piece together who he was? You know youโve seen him before when you were younger, but youโre not sure exactly when. All youโre aware of is that he looks too familiar. Kind of like deja vu. The beard and wrinkly skin tell you of a tale old as time.
โHello, Iโm doctor Kim,โ says the woman in the lab coat as she approaches you. She extends a hand to you and you shake it politely. โYou experienced a car crash in the morning near the terraces. Luckily, a man saw the tragedy and dialed 911.โ
โTragedy?โ you wonder out loud. Youโre still alive, so why would it be called that?
Doctor Kim lowers her head. โYour parents died immediately from the impact of the crash, sir. Iโm sorry.โ
Grief comes strangely to you, even when youโve heard the news. Youโd say youโre mourning, because you are, in a wayโfrom that moment, you miss your parents dearly and wish that time travel existed so youโd prevent the accident from happening. But you arenโtโฆ crying. You donโt burst into tears on the spot. Thereโs not even wetness in your eyes to help. Moreover, you havenโt made a small prayer for easier things to happen. Itโs like the stages of grief avoid you at all costs and donโt even bother to orient you about their loss.
Maybe youโre just in denial. Youโve been staring at a blank spot on the hospital wall for what seems like ages, and youโve only been conscious for minutes. Somethingโs changed within.
Wonder whoโd be your parent now that both of yours are gone. Youโre an orphan. You donโt even know how to drive back home or go back to the convenience store where you make your money. All your belongings for the road trip that was supposed to go beautifully are gone in the accident.ย
Bite your lip thoughtfully. โWas it quick?โ you ask quietly.
The doctor knows what you mean. Whether sheโs lying or not is the question. โYes.โ
That comforts you a bit. What eats your insides from guilt, though, is that you never bothered to enjoy the road trip with them. You were always stuck to your damn phone. You didnโt talk much with them during their final moments, and it would haunt you forever. It doesnโt show on your face, thoughโitโs completely empty, devoid of any expression or pain.
โYou really donโt recognize me, bud?โ the man laughs, like he actually couldnโt believe it.ย
Blink. Then it hits you. โChan hyungโฆ?โ you ask. Hope you got it right because youโre steepering on sureness now.
โBullseye.โ So you did. He sits down on the edge of the hospital bed and cups your hand. โIโm a friend of your parents. They told me to look after you in case anything happens. They really loved you, yโknow? Still do.โ
You look down meekly and nod. Yeah, heโs right. They did. The other partโs true, too; if they had souls and were secretly watching the whole ordeal going on, theyโd still love you. Thatโs how unconditionally they did it.
โIโm on the emergency contacts list, FYI.โ He hands you his phone. โThey even had a will and all. I hate that we got to meet again like this. Could have been in better circumstances. But thatโs life, you know. Plus, it was quick enough to be painless.โ
Your hand, linked to the dextrose, hardens in pain as it wraps around the device, but you go on. There on the screen, see that your parents did in fact keep him on the emergency contacts. Heโs telling the truth. Now you understand why he looks so familiar.
Look up from the screen, (like you should have in the car when your mother and father tried to make conversation with you.) โIโI used to play baseball with you,โ you say in childlike wonder.ย
Chan laughs. โSo I did. Iโll be happy to look after you. Probably even be your father, if youโd like.โ
Your heart rises. โYouโd really do that?โ
โOf course! Your parents were good people, and Iโd be glad to have you in my care. According to them, youโre a pretty good kid. Hope thatโs true.โ
โNo promises.โ
He laughs. Heโs still got the same not-too-serious sense of humor like he did years ago. โWhat do you say, kid?โ
Heโs being a good guy, a good friend to your parents even after they passed, and you appreciate it. But being his son this quick after so much time seems likeโฆ betraying them. You know thatโs not how it works, and your parents would have loved for you to gel quickly with him, but youโre just not ready. Somethingโs pulling you back.
What could it be?
โIโฆโ you say, fidgeting. You don't know the right words to put it. โC-can I think about it first?โ
The look on his face drops, but he smiles anyway. He must be a really good friend to be this understanding. โOf course,โ he replies, retracting his hand from yours, โshouldnโt have put you on the spot. Just tell me yes or no when youโre ready. Deal?โ
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Three days is how long it takes for you to recover. To be fair, you already wereโyour limbs are working, and thatโs enough for you. The doctors, however, insist on a lengthier stay and you kind of want to start shit in the living room and tell them how they were money-greedy exploitative little shits, but youโre not in the mood to cause a ruckus. Maybe some other time, when you eventually break all your bones and wheel out of the hospital cursing them for the bill. But yeah, some other time would work. Of course.
โI took the liberty of packing your stuff up for you,โ says Chan, bringing over a luggage bag. Itโs full to the edge of the zipper with clothes and other essentials.ย
You wonder how he went to your home and back here to the hospital this fast. โHow did youโโ
โI had some help,โ he replies simply. You donโt question any further.
Youโre in a clean pair of clothes now. You hated wearing the hospital gown. Itโs like they attempted to make hospitals less sad by fashioning a bib into a larger size. There you are with your assumptions again. Maybe the stages of grief have come for you after all. Why do you feel angry all the time? This canโt be normal.
What stage would it be if youโre afraid to get into a car because of their loss? You step into it with shaky legs, looking back and forth, as if youโre scared the vehicle would lurch forward suddenly. To be fair, it is a possibility, but a rare one. Your fear, therefore, is completely irrational, yet there you are: suddenly scared ofโฆ cars?
Get in finally. The breath you let go, however, has been keen on getting out.ย
Chan knows well to avoid the path your parents went on when they died. He avoids it for both of your own wellbeings. They were close to him, too. He would hate to go down the road they died on. Like you, he wants to remember them fondly, not like the injured bodies that he said goodbye to at the morgue. Again, itโs for the best.
โHey, kid,โ he says. His peer at you through the rearview mirror gives you painful flashbacks. โYou okay?โ
Heโs more attentive than he gives himself away as; he somehow notices your blank stare at the window and weak smile. Heโs got you figured out, and you suppose thatโs a good thingโit just shows how he could play his role as your dad pretty well if you let him. But then thereโs the sense of yearning in you thatโll end up in no good. Itโs yearning for your parents to come back, the yearning for them to somehow have the breath of life in their lungs again and have them rise from the morgue and walk back into your life. If they do that, youโd make an oath to be the best son.ย
Ah, you know that wonโt happen. Itโs impossible. Itโs wishful thinking that wonโt amount to anything.
โYou could talk to me.โ His eyes stare straight at the road, but heโs not really looking at anything. โI miss them, too.โ
โIโm fine, hyung,โ you say. Youโre not, but who needs to hear that? Not the guy to whom your parents entrusted you to. Youโre twenty years oldโwho needs to hear an overgrown childโs lamentations?ย
You donโt want to burden Chan at all. What you donโt know is heโs actually willing to hear all of it. You should have lamented about not knowing his openness rather than everything else. It would only lead to more sadness.ย
The sadness evaporates a little upon seeing his house. Itโs a nice place, with two stories and a nice terrace to lounge at. Maybe, from the other side, itโs your parentsโ way of still loving you: giving you a nice home and a nice (future?) dad.
They're still looking after you. Look up in the sky and smile. Chan catches it, and for a second you blush in embarrassment, but he smiles, too. "See?" is what he says, followed up with: "Everything's gonna be fine."
Trust him on that.
Open the front door and it welcomes you into his home. Its main color is pure white. You start to wonder how the white walls are unblemished even with its ruinable color. Maybe he had it cleaned up for your sake. The furniture's good, too, but all it's good for right now is to be a bed for your luggage when you start to arrange things.ย
"Your room's right over there," Chan says, pointing to an open door to your left. "Feel free to get some food or water. Whatever you like. You're family now." He steps closer and pats your shoulder. "Always been."
Smile appreciatively. Resist the urge to hug him and replace it with folding a few of your clothes into a pile to bring it over to your bedroom. Graphic shirts in one pile here, underwear and sleeveless shirts in the other over there. Add your headphones on top of the pile and youโre ready to start adjusting to your new room. Just one look and you could already tell itโs bigger than the one back at home. Well, former home, to be exact. You keep forgetting this is a whole new place thatโs going to be where you sleep, rest, and laugh.
That voice gets your guard down, and so does the girl standing in front of you. That deep voice certainly canโt belong to the sweet-but-indifferent-faced girl leaning against your door frame. Look around for a bit to see if itโs anyone elseโs, but thereโs no one around. Just you and the alluring woman blocking the pathway to your new room.
She gestures to the stack of clothes in your arms with her brows. โYou plan on doing anything with that or what?โ she asks.ย
Yeah, that deep voice definitely is hers; you can hear it loud and clear. Not one syllable could belong to anyone else, no one but her. Whatโs her name? Itโsโ
โHeejin,โ says Chan exasperatedly. Amusement is present in his tone too as he walks over to break it up and sling an arm around his daughterโs shoulder. โDonโt scare the new guy and let him in his room, please?โ
โIโm just being curious, daddy,โ Heejin explains.ย
Oh, so thatโs her name. Heejin. Jeon Heejin. Neat. Has a nice ring to it, but it somehow spells trouble. You swear those letters canโt make up that word, but with Heejin, it sure does. Not only does her name spell it, but so do her eyes that are way too observant, tracking your every move with prolonged glances, and the tilt of her head as if she were a trained German Shepherd rather than the animal she reminds you of: a bunny.
A bunny?ย
Waitโ
"Oh, it's you!" you say. Almost drop your clothes on the floor when you realize it. How could you not have caught on?
Heejin smiles. It brings the sense of familiarity to wash more over your mind like waves. "Thought you would never recognize me, Jay," she says. "Hi there."
Try not to gawk with all your might, but you do anyway. Just hope it isn't obvious because see here, the Jeon Heejin you know used to be a shy little thing, never wanting to come out and play with you when you were younger out of embarrassment. Now, she writes confidence into each and every one of her moves, with a dazzling little smile to go along with it. How did she manage the transformation? You need the tips ASAP.
"Oh, right." Chan slaps a hand to his face and shakes his head. "You two've met before, right?"
She's a little sleazy when she rests her back on the frame again and nods, eyes never leaving your body. If anything, she's the one who's gawking and even if, for argument's sake, you are, it's just an eye for an eye. The two of you are just amazed at how much the other has grown up. Nothing more.
(Orโฆ ?)
"So it seems," she says bluntly.
"Ah, should have known. But it was a long time ago, wasn't it?"
"Mhm." Heejin looks you up and down and smiles. "You've grown up."
"So have you," you reply, because she has. Toned muscle clings to her arms and sheโs let go of the rectangle-shaped glasses. Now, circular Harry Potter spectacles sit on the bridge of her pointy nose. She stares at you through them for a while. She's a CCTV; she's monitoring your moves in HD and watching you put your clothes in neat piles in the cabinet drawers. Heejin gives you a stare that lingers long after you're done folding them. She's thinking of something, and you're not sure if you want to know.
"Daddy," she calls out.ย
You don't know what you're doing when you turn your head in her direction. Much less when she winks at you. Blush furiously and hide your face behind spread shirts.
Chan peeks from the living room. "Yeah, hon?"ย
"I think Nana's waiting for you to pick her up? It's 3 p.m.."
"Ah, right. Canโt forget about that little rascal.โ He wipes his mouth and gets up. โHelp Jay with his stuff, please, Heekki?"
It only takes seconds for Chan to find his keys, but for you it takes hours. Your heart beats loudly at the thought of being alone with Heejin, and you canโt differentiate its drumming with being nervous or excited. When he finally gets out and you hear the car pull out of the way, youโre stuck. Heejinโs somewhere near the corner of your room but it doesnโt look like sheโs the one who has nowhere to go.ย
Sheโs stunning with all those locks of shiny dark hair curtaining her shoulders and fit body. Her legs do more than peeking out from her low-cut shorts as she navigates your new room. The round glasses that sit on her nose just pull her whole, gorgeous look together. You canโt believe how beautiful sheโs become. She was always a pretty girl, but the maturity and growth that coursed through her early years of adulthood made her glow. Itโs like youโre looking at a new, refined version of her.
โIโm sorry about your parents,โ says Heejin. She picks away at a poster of a famous basketball player, name redacted. โThey were good people.โ
โTrust me,โ you sigh, โI know.โ
God knows you didnโt appreciate your parents much. Itโs a pet peeve of yours to be reminded to be grateful in grave situations, but your mother and father were different from other pairs of parents. Others were abusive, neglectful, cruel. Yours knew how to take care of you while letting you dip your toes into the pool of freedom at the same time. Your parents loved you. Not a lot of people could say that.
โAnd they told my dad to take you in, huh?โ
โDoes that bother you?โ you say, with an unintentional bladed edge to your voice. Realize how you said it and immediately shut your mouth.
Heejin blinks, disarmed for a while, then recovers quickly with a smile thatโs just as dazzling as her. โFor what itโs worth,โ she says, taking the chance to place herself beside you a little too close for anything that isnโt lustful intent, โIโd love to have you over here as long as you like.โ
You donโt know what to say. Her being this close with you is setting off fireworks inside of you. Put a pillow snug in your lap just to be sure and nod. โThanks, Heejin.โ
โOf course.โ Heejin rests her chin on your shoulder and whispers so softly that it couldโve been your imagination deluding you again: โIโll make your time here worthwhile.โ
Jerk your head, but sheโs already scampering to the door and exiting your room. She doesnโt even look back.ย
โHey,โ you say, trying to break the ice that only freezes you, โChan hyung said you would help me with my stuff!โ
No response.
So you were right to think that sheโs trouble. But god, would you love to be wound up in her.
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Youโve stared at the ceiling for too long, but now, itโs not out of grief. Itโs out of fear. Are you doing the right thing by wanting to fuck your sister? Well, sheโs not exactly your sister yet, but sheโs somehow related to you now considering her father treats you as a son, too. A stepsister, maybe? Thereโs no other fitting term than that.
What should you do? Is gawking at her and her desirable body going to make your parents in the afterlife proud? Youโre sure theyโd be disappointed. But is it your fault that Heejinโs grown into this naturally flirtatious woman? Not at all. Is it your fault that sheโs so damn attractive? The answer is no, too.
It could be a yes though, because it isnโt Heejin to blame that her new brother wants to have sex with her. Youโre both in the wrong, and two of those donโt exactly make a right.
Look around your room, then at the door where she leaned on as she successfully intimidated you. Is it locked? Fuck it, you donโt know, and you probably donโt even care. What you do know is that youโre too turned on by the thought of your new sister Jeon Heejin, and you need to do something about it.
(To the cracked hole in the fourth wall, you say, What? I have needs, too, you know. And you do, tooโwhy do you think youโre reading this now?)
Lift your comforter just a little and slide your hand south. Cup your bulge, caress it, then spring it out. Itโs already solid, and it doesnโt need too many strokes to have the blood rushing there completely. Your stiff rod aches for a touch, aches for Heejin, and stimulates itself to the thought of her as you start to jerk off.
You think of how she could swing those full thighs over each side of your face, and though her form would burden your chin, youโd happily eat of her. Bet that her pussyโd taste just as good as her lips. Youโd lick and suck her clit while she moans and writhes until the two of you couldnโt take it anymore; her core would feel numb after the pleasure and your jaw would ache for days.
You recall how her lips were just inches away from you earlier, only barely touching the curve of your ear. Think of how those lips would feel much better if they were on yours. Yearn for your mouths to meet to the point that youโre moaning in each other, taking in the natural scent of skin and sex.
Finally, you think of the changes youโve seen in her. Where was the shy, antisocial Heejin of yesterday? Now sheโs grown, just like you, and looks far better than youโd imagine. Sheโs turned into this willโo the wisp goddess.
โHeejin,โ you say, as quietly as you could, โHeejin, Heejin, Heejinโโ
โGod, I really turned you on that much, huh?โ
Your pumps stop, and your sight catches onto the said woman youโve been jerking off to. Sheโs in the same place as she was earlier, at her opening scene at the door frame. Youโre more than happy to see the pretty Heejin, but she canโt show up now. Not when youโre jerking off. She canโt just appear in the corner like she teleported for the pure purpose to catch you in the act.
โHeejin!โ you yell, pulling the covers onto yourself. โG-get out of my room!โ
Sheโs wearing her sleep clothes now, but she still looks like she dressed to impress. Her body pulls together the skimpy shorts and loose shirt she sleeps in into something that could have been worn on a haute couture catwalk. Her raised brows, haughty eyes, and quirked mouth all show how sheโs smugger than the word itself.
โAww,โ Heejin says, walking over to sit on your bed, โwhat should we do to you now, oppa?โ
Youโre horrified, to say the least. Itโs your first day at a new house and youโre already doing something wrong. The bare minimum you should do in this situation is to tell the girl to fuck off. Tell her to go far away and flee to anywhere but your room. You canโt just stare at her like sheโs a dream come true, even if she is.
Letโs see: you have your new sister on your bed who caught you jerking off. There has to be some other way this would end, but the two of you know where this leads. The question that remains is if youโd be able to hold back.
You make the first step to resisting the inevitable outcome. โHeejin,โ you say, breaths shredded into panicked little gasps, โIโll only say it again and no more. Get out of my room.โ
She smiles sweetly and shakes her head. โCanโt make me. I want to know what you were doing, Jay.โ
โNo!โ You wonโt be saying it, you wonโt dream of saying it, youโd rather die than to be caught saying it. Itโs already bad enough when it goes unspoken. What more if you pronounce what you were doing with each syllable more embarrassing than the other?
โThen I guess I should justโโshe tugs the covers offโโoh my, Jay oppa. You were touching yourself to me. And I thought I was just being narcissistic.โ
Your cock leaks in the cold air. Heejin laughs tauntingly. It sounds so much more attractive than it should, especially when her voice is deep and rich. It soundsโฆ sexy?
Oh, what are you doing? You should feel embarrassed, maybe even petrified at the mere thought of your childhood acquaintance slash new sister slash new crush seeing your dick. But your mind doesnโt brew with insecurities upon seeing her eyes glimmer with eagerness.
She canโt do this. No, no, no, you canโt do this either. Let fucking her remain a fantasy pirouetting in your head, not one that comes true. Itโs so much more awkward when it translates into real life where you somehow think it into existence.ย
Awkwardness isnโt in Heejinโs dictionary, though. She looks far from uneasy or disgusted. In fact, you swear thereโs a small grin dimpling her cheeks. Itโs like sheโs actually flattered that youโre jerking off to her.
โIf I knew you had such a big cock, Jay oppaโฆโ she says, placing a hand on your hip to prop herself on it. You jerk involuntarily, which happens at the worst time; your cock almost brushes her cheek. โI would have let you fuck me in front of daddy. Or would you rather I call you daddy?โ
โWhy are you here, for godโs sake?โ you say. Youโre biting your lip to suppress your humiliated screams.
โWell,โ she taps her chin, a feat that would be adorable if youโd just cast the situation aside, โI thought I heard something, and it was just as I suspected.โ
โFine, Iโll say it for the third time: Jeon Heejin, get the fuck out of my room.โ
โOh, thatโs right. Say my name, oppa. Daddy.โ She winks. โSay it and I might just put my lips on this big fat cock.โ
โNo, you wonโt.โย
It sounds more challenging instead of intimidating, and itโs clear that Jeejin doesnโt cower away from dares anymore. โWatch me.โย
She lowers herself onto your lower body and admires your length with bright bunny eyes. โIโd let you blow in my mouth as much as you like. Iโd fuck my throat on it and give it a nice good kiss. Oh, right, you wanna know how? Like this.โย
She engages with your dick into an open-mouthed osculation, swallowing the tip and suckling it, too. Groan, but when you pull your hand out to do the opposite to her head, sheโs already sitting back up. You really canโt have your way here, not when your new sister knows of her danger and puts it to good use. Sheโs resourceful like that, and it both impresses and scares you.
Heejin wags her finger in your face as if she were scolding a trouble child. โNo, no, Jay oppa,โ she reprimands you. โThat was just a teaser. If you really want me, jerk off to me. Say my name.โ
You canโt say no to her. Well, actually, you canโyou just refuse to. Youโre fifty-percent scared of the outcome of making this deal with Heejin and fifty-percent excited. Thereโs an Alice-like curiosity in you that yearns to see what might happen. Would she really keep her end of the deal and suck you off? Or leave you with blue balls like she did earlier?
Wrap your hand unsurely around your penis again. She nods encouragingly.ย
Do your usual routine: up and down. Murmur her name over and over, your gaze connected with hers. Her smile grows bigger as your pumps become less measured. You start to spiral out of control. How can you not when sheโs just too fucking hot? Her succubus stare, thighs that look fuller as they rest on your mattress, her intent that grows more clear as she rubs your thigh. Youโre trapped in lust, and you know you have to settle down a little before you completely lose track of all senses, but you canโt stop. How could anyone when thereโs Jeon Heejin as she lives and breathes in front of you?
Say her name, say her name.ย
Say it like a poem, say it like itโs one of fame.ย
Say it like youโre about to cum, which you are, and your climax isnโt one thatโs too farโ
โThatโs it, Jay,โ says Heejin in a tone thatโs almost loving. As your cum shoots an obscene, one-direction spurt, she replaces your hand with hers. โCum for me. You want to fuck me so bad itโs pathetic.โ
Her touch is as rough as it is soft. You say itโs too much in between thin whimpers of pleasure, but her flexed hand is determined to keep pumping. Her fist tightens and her jerks grow stronger.ย
โNaughty, naughty oppa. Look at this thick hot cum. Is it all for me?โ
Youโre spraying all over her and her meaty thighs. Her shorts get stained and you try with all your might to contain the bursts of white, but you end up on the edge again. You end up releasing more. Your thoughts run in circles and bump into each otherโtheyโre scolding you, hurting you, asking you why the fuck are you cumming from your new sisterโs handjob. Youโd answer them by saying you donโt know, but you know the reason probably more than you know yourself:ย
Heejin is unbearably alluring, and her giving you a handjob is unbearably wrong. Strangely, both of these facts get you going. The mere truth that she shouldnโt be doing this with you makes you want more of it. Has grief taken a more different route in traumatizing you? Oh god, what would your parents think?
What would Chan think? He trusts you enough to be a good big brother to Heejin. Would you really throw his trust in you away, all for his irritatingly hot oldest daughter?
If youโd take a look at the situationโyou having just ejaculated on herโit seems like it.
โNo,โ you say. Itโs a crack in your integrity knowing that you could stress her name in any way or form, and sheโd still be hot as fuck. It wouldnโt undo what she did to you and what you let her do. โP-please. We shouldnโt be doing this.โ
โThatโs what makes it fun, right?โ She wipes your cum from her thighs with her shirt. โBesides, I did say Iโll make your time worthwhile.โ
How does that work? A brother and sister, whether related by blood or not, should bond by having sincere talks and treating each other, not by having sex.ย
(But sheโs right about the fun part. Looks like Heejin is just as fucked in the head as you are.)
โI want to have some fun, Jay oppa,โ she explains. She places her palms on her thighs caked with cum, and pouts. From that, you know you canโt resist. You wouldnโt dare. โWonโt you let me, pretty please?โ
Sheโs both hot and adorable. Hot enough to drive you crazy and adorable enough to convince you to do any of the most mundane things out there. You donโt know how to do this with her. It seems like no matter how cute or sleazy she poses herself as, sheโll always get what she wants somehow.ย
Itโs dumb of you to even try, but you do: โOkay, what fun do you want to have?โ Say this while collecting tissues from the little box at your bedside table to wipe down her thighs. You expected to use the tissues for self-love sessions and nights when the tears couldnโt stop. You never thought that youโd have to use them to clean your cum from your new siblingโs legs.
โYou know exactly what I want: I want thisโโshe points at your cockโโin hereโโthen at the center of her shorts.
Immediately your already gray morals come out to play. โI canโt do that.โ
โWhy not?โ
โHeejin,โ you say, biting your lip to stay quiet. Itโs not intentionally hot or whatsoever, but Heejinโs mind particularly hangs onto that for a while. โWeโre brother and sister now. We canโt do this. What if your dad finds out?โ
โAww, I get it. I do, really. But youโre so going to hit my guts if you fuck me right now.โ She throws off her shorts, leaving her in nothing but a set of cute pink panties. Then, she scoots herself over so that your cock rests upon her small belly, right in front of her core. โSee? You can spread me that well, and I wonโt mind at all. I promise.โ
Look at your cock and how far it can reach inside her, how it can push her walls apart. Oh god, itโs tempting. Everything about her, from her perfect face to her spread thighs, calls for you to forgo propriety and just fuck her.ย
โThis bunnyโs waiting for you, oppa.โ Heejin does more than wait and pulls down your boxers. Pulls down her panties. Pulls down your ethics and morality and principles and everything you used to go by; down they go into the river of fire. โThis bunny girlโs gonna fuck herself on this cock. You want that, donโt you, daddy? You want me to ride you and call you daddy. Make me call myself your little bunny. Yeah, Iโve got you all figured out.โ
What sheโs doing may be wrong, but what sheโs saying is right. You, in all unfiltered honesty, want to see Heejin bounce on you and ride you endlessly. Her toned thighs and calves are made for it. She deserves getting what she wants after jerking you off.
But does Chan deserve this: have his new son and his daughter betray his trust? Turn the family upside down all because of lust?ย
Oh, who cares what he thinks? When Heejin slides her pussy down your cock in one try despite her refusing tightness, you lose your thoughts. The will to take her roughly, just like she deserves, takes its place. It rules your head with an iron fist, just like how you rule Heejinโs impossibly tight pussy with iron-clad thrusts.ย
โOh, oh, oh fuck,โ she gasps. She squeezes her eyes shut and grabs onto your shoulders. Her hold is tight. Thatโs one thing it has in common with her cunt. โDaddy, youโre so big. I canโt, p-properly ride it, youโre too big.โ
Your cock is held hostage by Heejinโs stubborn cunt. She wants it to stuff her fully, but never could let it inside her. Sheโs too tight. Your hands on her waist, you push her down as gently as you could. She lets out deep groans and sighs.ย
โThat feels so good, daddy,โ she tells you. After that, you achieve a dream you never thought would come true, as light as it is compared to fucking her: a kiss. Itโs not as passionate as her bouncing on your crotch, but itโs good enough to have you blushing. โYes, you like it when your little bunny girl kisses you? You like how tight she is?โ
You nod. Thatโs all you can do when youโre speechless. What else can you say to her? You canโt tell her that it isnโt true when every iota of her words are true.ย
โYou can do better than that, daddy,โ Heejin gasps, head tossed back. A storm of black hair hangs over your bed clothes. โI know you can. Yes, just like that. Do it. Fffuck me harder, I want it, fuckโโ
Clearly, slow, precious pumps into her tiny hole arenโt going to work. So it isnโt exactly all your doing when you lift Heejin and suddenly have her pinned to the bed. The balance of power is reversedโyouโre now pounding her to your mattress, spreading her legs and propelling your thrusts into the perfect target: her small, damp hole. You take advantage of how wet she is by thrusting bluntly and exclude the rest of your length for a chance to breathe. With Heejin, though, thereโs no such thing as breathing. Sheโs left you gasping for air since your reunion.
โHnnn, lookie here, daddy.โ She lifts her shirt, revealing a surprising set of subtle yet hard abs, where your bulge appears and disappears. โYouโre so big that youโre, fuโ fucking reaching my tummy. Thatโs why you have to go deeper. Canโt waste such a big cock, right?โ
She grabs your waist to aid your pumps. She must have done some serious lifting in the gym; those harsh tugs and pulls have got to be from somewhere. Youโre thrown into a looped route of jamming your tip against her G-spot and cervix hard. Heejinโs grippy pussy refuses to let you go through the night without going down on her. Not that youโd have it any other way. Silly how just moments ago you were telling her not to continue her advances, yet now youโve advanced past flirty banter with her.
Make it a point, no, a goal to thrust upward rather than only forward. She spreads her legs more, and you reach under her loose shirt to squeeze her breasts. Her nipples are perky and deserve each of your tweaks. Heejin whimpers, as if she were an actual bunny caught into a trap. What a terrible hunter you are, but itโs simply revenge. The disguised predator, Heejin, was actually preyโsheโs caught into the ropes she went to with confident hops.
The hunter becomes the hunted.
โFuck, youโre going to put a baby in me,โ whines Heejin. โC-canโt do that, justโno, just cum on my stomach, please. My mouth, my legs, anywhere.โ
When she puts it that way, it makes you spite the fact that itโs forbidden. You want to release in Heejin and make her feel your warm cum. Let it infiltrate her womb and give her a baby. You canโt have that happen, yet you want it to happen. It shouldnโt be like this.
โPlease,โ you say. Youโre getting incredibly close that it rides on your tongue like the aftertaste of a dessertful. You canโt believe youโre actually begging to cum inside her, but any man would if put in your place. Anyone who thinks itโs pathetic clearly hasnโt met Heejin face to face.
โDaddy,โ she says, โyou canโtโฆโ
Saddening news, and she isnโt too happy about it either. The tremble of her lower lip is one you capture with a firm kiss. Your breaths get caught in her mouth as you near climax. And the orgasmic Heejinโs wrapping her legs around you tight, as if daring you to breed her even if sheโs clearly told you not to. Itโs like her legs, sealed around your hips, bear the weight of the advantages and disadvantages and spread them out for you, yet the thing in between them makes you forget all about the cons.ย
Itโs scary how you almost give in.
Just in time, however, you pull away and bust a load on her tummy. Itโs the product of all the jabs your rod did at it. Itโs only fair it gets to show the plentiful result laid all over the muscled skin.ย
Heejin looks down at the pool of cum while gasping for air. She swallows, then smiles. โNot bad for a guy whoโs gonna be my big brother.โ
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You can already tell having sex with her is going to become a usual affair. The look she flashed you before leaving for school is telling enough. When she woke you up with a sloppy blowjob, saying in between soft suckles that โI have at least one hole you could fill,โ you went insane. Youโve made your bed. Now you have to lie in it.
To be fair, youโd lie in Heejin forever if you could. But as a son, you have duties to fulfill. Although Chan told you that youโre free to do whatever you wish, you still have the sense to help around the house. You donโt want to be seen as a burden. Youโd want to be anything but the new son who doesnโt know how to do things, especially for your new sisters.
Your new relationship with Heejin, though, exceeds familial bond. Will you hide it from Chan or put a stop to what sheโs doing before it transforms completely? Down the road feelings from both ends might get involved and increase the overall taboo of the situation. Chan would probably get suspicious.ย
You donโt know what to do.
Take your mind off things. Make an extravagant meal, or at least a style-over-substance one. Follow the instructions of a recipe for mashed potatoes at the back of the gravy powder packet. Hell, you could do this: set cut and peeled potatoes in a pot of briskly boiling water, mash them after smearing them with butter, shake pepper onto those motherfuckersโฆ done!ย
Put your masterpiece into a bowl and set it on the table. It actually looks pretty good. Maybe being a chef is your calling. You can already imagine the scenarios youโd go through as one. Chef Jay doesnโt sound too bad, right?
Chan is at work while Heejinโs at college. Youโre glad you wonโt be seeing Heejin for the remainder of the day; as much as youโd hate to see her go, meeting her would make you feral. She left a to-do list on a post-it sticky note on the fridge door, which looks like itโs been there for a while if you take into consideration the boxes all being checked.ย
A more recent one, however, is Chanโs own reminders written on a piece of ruled college notebook paper, apparently addressed to you and Nana:ย
Good morning! Have an awesome day ;)
Please treat yourself to the Mcdonalds in the fridge, just reheat it pls
Take care of yourselves, love you!
Ah, you wouldnโt have made mashed potatoes if you knew Chan had left some McDonaldโs. You hope that he still remembers your favorite from years ago: a classic Big Mac with medium fries to go.
Open the fridge eagerly andโ
Thereโs nothing?
You know who it is. That voice is decidedly more youthful than Heejinโs, but not anymore that high. Itโs Nayeon. Nana, to be exact. Everyone you know calls her Nana in order to avoid confusing her with Im Nayeon whoโs somewhere in the line of the kids of your parentsโ friends.
Nanaโs younger by only a year, hence being the perfect playmate for you back then. The two of you would run around and yell at each other gleefully, basking in the joys of childhood you didnโt know would last that short.ย
So, when you step closer to her, you donโt really believe itโs her. If thereโs anything in common between the bright Nana and the laid-back Heejin, itโs that theyโve both grown up beautifully.ย
โNana?โ you ask.ย
Her hair was a silky black then, often wrangled in between with sand and dirt, but now, itโs a mass of coffee brown. It looks like sheโs gotten glasses, too, aside from a light fringe that settles prettily on her forehead.ย
But then thereโs Nanaโs body, which you used to pick up as a child to mimic flying heroes with, which has grownโฆ voluptuous. In the volleyball shorts and casual statement tee, it flatters her medium-sized bust and meaty thighs just right.
(It probably even coaxes you into thinking sheโs the perfectโฆ girlfriend?)
Her face still is adorable as ever. If someone were to put the cutest face in the world with the perfect body, the outcome would be Nana. Sheโs more than that, actually; she just so happens to be exactly your type.
Oh no, here you go again. Your feelings for her from your youthful days resurge, and you realize youโll probably add another fuck-up to the list before this day ends. Meeting Heejin was one thing, but Nana, your first grade playmate slash friend slash childhood crush? Slash new sister? Youโre as good as dead to Chan if he finds out what you want to do to her.
โJay oppa!โ says Nana. Her smile has grown more beautiful, just like the rest of her. Itโs still cheeky, but wider. โYou remember me, right?โ
How could you not? โY-yeah.โ
โAww, sweet!โ Nana pokes you on the shoulder. โAnyway, I ate your Big Mac, sorry. I got hungry.โ
Oh, so Chan did remember your favorites.ย
โOne meal wasnโt enough for you?โ ask her, grinning. You still got that playfulness in you with her. Hopefully she reciprocates.
She gives you the finger.ย
Scoff and turn away with raised hands. โIf it makes you feel better, I made potatoes for you,โ you announce, โbut I guess Iโll have them since you ate my Big Mac.โ
โMeanie.โ
โOvergrown baby.โ
โJaybird.โ
Itโs just like the old times, except for today, nobody gets hurt. The two of you know the truth: youโve missed each other so much. Not a day goes by when you donโt think of each other. Youโre embedded into the depths of everyday thoughts, the times when sheโd say oh no, I wasnโt thinking of you but only because she doesnโt realize it because youโre layers upon layers upon layers of idle thought.ย
It would take an expeditioner to navigate through the history you and Nana have.
Youโre childish. What makes up for it is what you say next, because itโs kind of true and isnโt merely something to say just for the hell of it, as you step forward and lower your gaze to her with a sobering glare: โBrat.โ
Nana approaches you with her hands folded behind her back. She tilts with each step, as if contemplating on whether she is one or not. โAm I?โย
Sheโs so much smaller than you, yet your hands fill up when you place them on her hips. Her waist is tiny compared to the slopes of her hips and thighs. Her cheeks (on both parts, to be clear, because you know what youโre thinking) are sizable, too, and you canโt choose between the two pairs on which to squeeze.
โYeah.โ
โCan you handle it?โ
You see where this is going. Youโre still a mirror of each other, and the glass still reflects lust. โNana.โ
โFine,โ she says indifferently. She hops on the kitchen island and crosses her arms. That should be a sign that sheโs going to be anything but. โBe like that. Pretend you donโt know what I wanna do. Even better, pretend you donโt like me.โ
Sheโs got it all wrong. Draw in some air and let it out immediately. โI do like you, Nana,โ you clarify. โButโโ
โBut?โย
How do you tell her what the matter is without revealing that you just had sex with Heejin the night before? Youโve no idea how to go through this. Your feelings for her collide with your attraction to her sister, as well as what you did with her.
No outcome of this is morally right, but who cares for morality? You do, although youโre the last person who should be talking about that. Youโre trying to salvage whatโs left of your ethics and piece it together to make yourself believe that youโre a good person. Newsflash: youโre not. No good person would fuck his new sister and want to fuck the other, too.
Whir the script you used for Heejin for her younger sister. โWeโre family now,โ you say weakly.ย
Nana rolls her eyes. โGet off your high horse.โ
โItโs not a high horse. Itโsโฆ itโs decency.โ
โHm. Okay.โ
Itโs surprising how quick Nana concedes. Her simple answer should have led to a simple result: the two of you never talking about this again and respecting the boundaries of the other. But no, sheโs walking towards you, setting her hands on your shoulders. Her mouth is nearing yours, somewhere youโve dreamed of it residing despite it being so wrong.
โThen stop me,โ she dares you. Itโs a tougher dare than the ones she made you do on the playground. โIf youโre so righteous and donโt want to kiss me, stop me.โ
You shouldnโt kiss her. You want to, but itโs something that should never happen. Your feelings for her since your childhood days canโt come out to play when sheโs your new sister. No unspoken law of morality says that itโs fine for you to sweep her up in your arms, kiss her, and take her to bed. If you do, youโre committing multiple crimes.ย
Nana is the braver felon. She presses her lips on your mouth, and you have to admit, in spite of the wrongness, that itโs everything youโve dreamed of. Her chapsticked mouth is soft and sweet. You really should have held back. Nevertheless, her tongue is in your mouth, and soon youโre holding her head in your hands so you could kiss her properly.ย
Sheโs turned you into a felon, too. So rob her of her breath. Hold her body hostage on the island. Kill your hesitation. Youโre one of the same, yet only one of you has shown any hesitation in doing this. In fairness, thereโs still a voice in the back of your head that commands you to stop.ย
You donโt listen to it.
โDid your dad put any CCTVs in the house?โ you ask breathily. If youโre going to do something wrong, you should at least try to hide it.
โHeโs old as shit. Of course he didnโt,โ says Nana, giggling. โIf you eat my pussy right now he wonโt know. Unless, of course, you want to get caught.โ
โSo youโre scared of climbing trees but not getting caught having sex?โ
โHey, Iโm not scared of climbing trees anymore! Now shut up and eat me. Consider thisโฆ your lunch, since I had your McDonaldโs.โ
โBy all means, Nayeon,โ you say, pulling down the shorts that live up to their name and the flimsy set of pink panties.
โItโs Nanaโohhhhโฆโ
Her correction gets lost and translated into moans. Youโre sending quick, dainty licks on her clit. Enjoy the shivers Nana does. You know well to prey on that area after that, besides your experience with an old high school fling and sex ed. You also know to caress her thighs to send chills up her body, somehow even bringing heat to her core.
Sheโs too light to cause injury, but she almost, almost does when she squirms her hips harshly into your face. โOppa!โ she squeals. Her fingers are wrapped at the edge of the island as she lifts her lower body up for you to devour. โTh-that feels so goodโfuckโโ
โThought you didnโt like to curse,โ you say. Break the contact with her clit and let your finger take its place.ย
โAnd I thought you were a virgin.โ
You donโt realize that your finger rubbing on her sensitive little nub takes the offense out on it. โThe fuck?โ
โY-yeah, I know.โ Nana hisses. She rolls her hips up and down. โI thought youโd be too scared to have sex with me. You know, besides the obvious reasons.โ
โSo youโre saying I should be the guy you thought I would be? And stop?โ
โDonโt you fucking dareโโ
Laugh. โRelax,โ you tell her. โIโm not going anywhere. Iโll eat this delicious pussy of yours till youโre screaming, I promise.โ
Nana laughs as well. She rests her calves on both of your shoulders and smiles. โSpoken like a true non-virgin.โ
It helps that sheโs so fucking delicious. Youโd start having her as a rewarding meal after tough days rather than McDonaldโs. Sheโs the perfect balance of sweetness and tanginess, filling your mouth like a rain of sugar. Wrapping your lips around her nub just brings out more wetness and moans that are just as sweet. Her sounds of pleasure are exactly what youโve fantasized about them being: soft yet high, clinging to pitched tones and increasing in volume when you slurp on her nub.ย
Her sounds are so much different from her sisterโs. Heejinโs moans are deep and unearth even deeper feelings of lust for her. Nanaโs drive you crazy in a different way. They urge you to keep eating her, to keep suckling harshly on her little clitoris so youโd have her stiff nipples poke the front of the cloth of her shirt, to keep doing away with her tiny hole so that sheโs begging in that cute little voice of hers.ย
Sheโs more passive than Heejin, too. It took rough patches for you to finally be able to fuck her sister into temporary submission. For Nana, it only takes a few licks here and there, and sheโs already shaking. Still, you canโt choose between them.ย
Why choose anyway when you can have them both?
Nana, of course, is good enough for now. Though sheโs got you in a padlock between her thighs and forcing you to keep eating her, you give in happily. Your hands are curled around her thick soft thighs to maintain her sprawled position on the island. And dear god, are you taking advantage of it. The suction of your lips is almost cruel, and the poor girl has to alternate between loving it and being overwhelmed.
Run your hands along her delicious backside then squeeze the two round globes. She moans appreciatively, and sheโs faced with another two decisions to choose from: to reverse herself into your hands so you could play with her ass more or to go forward to have your mouth absolutely devouring her. Both options are sure to provide her pleasure, but she canโt choose just one. So she moves her hips forward and backward, grinding on the tip of your tongue and your rough palms. It feels so much better this way for her. Sheโs finally found a good routine.
โOppa, oppa, Jay oppa,โ groans Nana. โPlease, p-please.โ
She doesnโt specify what sheโs begging for. She doesnโt need to anyway when you know the answer. Thatโs why you run your tongue along her soaked labia, then let it peek into the hole they welcome you in. Delve your tongue inside her deeply. Her ass lifts off the surface and you have to pull her down to earth though sheโs close to meeting heaven because of you. No, sheโs staying here, under your control and touch. She isnโt going anywhere.
Not that Nana would rather be anywhere else. Sheโs content with having you orally please her. She likes the feeling of being sprawled out before and under you and letting you have your way with her. She was wrong to think you were a virgin; the wildest laps of an inexperienced mouth definitely wonโt feel this good.
She should eat your lunch more times if this is how it would end.
โYour tongue, fuck,โ she says, voice shattered, โ it feels so goodโdonโt stop, please, I canโtโโ
You donโt plan on it. Nanaโs too delicious, too sweet to stop eating of. Sheโs definitely miles better than what you were supposed to have for lunch. Although your head still swirls at the idea that youโre actually having sex with your crush, hesitation is a faint dream. Her moans, sweet and whiny, prod you on and tell you a story of a climax approaching.
Draw out the plotline by tracing a line from her slit to her pearl, repeat then, shove a plot twist in there by suddenly curling your tongue inside her. She provides the dialogue and ending line:
โJay oppa, Iโm cumming!โ
Nanaโs screams switch to squeals when you spank her bubble butt while continuing to eat her out. She reaches for your head and pulls it deeper between her thighs, while her other hand rests on her left nipple. The combined pleasure unexpectedly makes her leak of squirted girl cum. Of course, you waste no time in licking that up.
โT-too much, fuck, oh yes,โ she gasps. Her breaths are burdened with each word. โSpank me, oppa, just like that!โ
Everything you do drives her crazy. From your spanking and sucking, her hips never fail to lose control. They knock, sway, and dance while her pussy drips with more accumulated wetness and cum. Despite her satisfaction, itโs clear that you wonโt be able to drink all of her juices when the mere act of doing it forms more.
โOppa, oppa, stop.โ
Pause and look up at her with a mouth smeared with juices. โWhatโs the problem?โ you ask. Youโd hate to have done something wrong to her.
โI think daddy and Heejin unnie are at the driveway.โ
Shit. You immediately pull away from Nanaโs cunt. She barely gets her shorts on right when Chan and Heejin come in. Pray that the kitchen smells of what itโs supposed to instead of sex. You can still catch the slight scent of gratification in the air.ย
โWeโre home!โ says Chan. He comes bearing gifts: supermall department store paper bags strung in a single wrist. Youโre strangely more drawn to Heejin rather than the clothes that might be brought home; she counts as a gift, right?
Sheโs barely wrapped, though. A tube top designed as a blue handkerchief dangles around her bust. The shawl doesnโt exactly play the probable role of a ribbon when itโs thinner than one.ย
Oh well, easier to unwrap and break into pieces.
โHi, Jay oppa,โ says Heejin. Her smile is wide; she knows youโre flustered by her choice of fashion today. She looks at Nana with a comparably colder gaze. โNana.โ
Sibling rivalry, you assume? The tension is incapable of going unnoticed. You wonder what itโs for. There must have been history between them. You wouldnโt know, however; youโre an only child. Were.ย
โHow was theโฆโ you say, trying to break the thickness in the air but find that you donโt have the words to do it. Why do you even bother? Oh, right, theyโre your sisters nowโas a big brother, you have to try and help them make ends meet.ย
โOh, the mall?โ Chan says. Heโs unknowingly rescued you from awkwardness. He throws you the bag. โPretty good! I got you a shirt. Heekki bought some stuff, too.โ
โYou didnโt get me anything, daddy?โ asks Nana disappointedly. The redness in her face is lucky to be passed off as the heatโs doing.
โMaybe if you didnโt spill that water on the floor Iโd give you your present early.โ
The youngest sister tilts her head, but when she turns around, she realizes what her father means. Just when you thought youโd left the coast clear, thereโs one piece of evidence you failed to hide: Nanaโs slick and cum. It drools from the edge of the island and on the ground. Even worse, your shirt is stained, too.ย
โIโuh, daddyโโ
โWhat? Gonna cry, Nayeon?โ Heejin asks. She flashes her sister a taunting grin.
What is going on between these two? Why is Heejin bullying her? Why is Nana looking angrier than sheโs ever looked in her life? You truly donโt understand.ย
โItโs Nana,โ the younger girl replies. Her shoulders are visibly tense.
Chan gives them a stern look. You know what that means: cut it out, or Iโll make you. Youโve learned to translate those looks from parents of unruly children at public places. โGirls,โ he pacifies them. โDonโt want to start a fight in front of your new brother, do you?โ
โShe started it!โ Nana says protestingly.
โAnd Iโll end it. Cut it out and clean your mess up.โ
Heejin smiles sweetly yet artificially as her sister obeys what sheโs told to do. Then, she drags you to the bedroom out of sight.
Cut to black.
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โYouโre a bad person, Jay oppa.โ
Those are the first words Heejin told you after she pulled you into her room. Her kisses arenโt as passionate anymore when theyโre more angry than lustful. Her lips mash on your neck, mouth, and chest, all while she unbuttons your shirt with quickness youโve never seen in her.
Your shirtโs torn off you before it could even live on to be a hand-me-down. An angry Heejin, you find out, can do things like that. She isnโt all seductive and sweet when sheโs furious. And right now, sheโs burning on every end with wrath.
โI think thatโs why you agreed to have sex with me,โ she says. Pulls off your bottoms so she can sit her bottom on you. โBecause you wanted some kind of fucked up stress relief. And then you see me, and you go โhey, I could fuck this girl and since sheโs such a slut she wouldnโt mind.โ Thatโs what you thought, right? That Iโm just another dumb slut bunny?โ
None of that crossed in your mind. All you knew when you were reunited with Heejin was that you were very attracted to her. โHeejin, it isnโt like that. And youโre not a slut.โ
โFor you,โ Heejin throws her shawl to the corner of the room, โI am.โ
She said it, not you. Still wonโt agree to it. But when Heejinโs riding you at this pace that you canโt keep up with, you might change your mind.ย
Her thighs ripple photogenically when they slap onto yours. Your face canโt say the same. From the moment the door was closed, she pounced on you. She takes the role of a hunter again. She has her hand on your chest and her ass perched on your crotch. It all starts and ends there.
โOh, and you looove lording it over me, huh?โ she asks. Sheโs yelling at you, angry at you about something you donโt even know yet, which is supposed to make you feel scared. You should be cowering and promise yourself to never ever underestimate her again. Instead, you feelโฆ
Aroused?ย
Your cock is hard enough to push past her slick walls and bask in their embrace. You hear your own breaths partner up with Heejinโs.
โYou know I like you and your dick so much,โ she continues. Her bounces are strong. Days and nights spent at the gym keep her stamina strong. Is she a singer, too? Her voice hasnโt cracked once. Or maybe sheโs just that angry. โThatโs why you like making me jealous. You know I canโt control myself around you.โ
โHeejin, itโs n-not like that.โ Surprised that you manage to get those words out of your mouth. All thatโs coming from it are moans.
โSo what is it?โย
โWait, is this about Nana?โ
She growls. Her pace quickens, and youโre off the edge again, your hands planted on the white mattress shaking and failing to keep you up. Her voice is like a trigger word that shuts all your systems down.ย
โSee,โ she says. She shuts her eyes and bites her lip. โYou even, hahm, call her Nana, too.โ
Give up on trying to remain stable. Place your hand instead on Heejinโs ass to help her meaningful grinding. โEveryone calls her that.โ
โBut you donโt even call me Heekki or anything. Itโs not fair, you know. You and your fucking crush on that bitch.โ
Well, sheโs right. You do have a crush on Nana. She doesnโt have that wrong. The thing isโ
โIโm sorry, Heekki.โย
Youโd tell her that as many times as she wants if thatโs what makes her feel better. You still want more sessions like these with her, maybe less violent, in the future, even if your feelings for her sister are beyond mere lust.
Right, Nayeon. Nana. What do you do about your attraction to her? Could you like Heejin and her at the same time? It isnโt fair to both parties, including you. You canโt just lead them on. Youโre not supposed to, to be more precise; theyโre your sisters. But of course, you break that taboo and are fucking the eldest sister to her guts in her bed after having just eaten her siblingโs pussy. You wouldnโt choose one over the other.
โHnnn, yes.โ Heejin minces her words in heavy, dark tones that sound a lot more desperate than the real her. It really is your fault. Youโre making her this way. โCall me that again, Jay oppa. Please? Iโm, Iโm your Heekki, right? Your only bunny girl?โ
Little white lies, little white lies. โYes, Heekki,โ you reply. โNow hop on daddyโs cock like a good little bunny.โ
โYes, of course I will, daddy!โ Sheโs nearly sobbing when she resumes her riding. The flexes of her thighs help her lifting and resting on your crotch. She gasps because of your hands sneaking under her handkerchief top and squeezing her ample breasts. โD-daddy, please, Heekki loves your cock, please fuck me harder!โ
Jerk upwards. Heejinโs perfect pussy is a real-life fleshlight. She could be your toy anytime, one youโd bring and fuck anywhere. Sheโs too fitting for all the secret desires embedded in your heart. Who wouldnโt want a slutty little bunny girl toy like Heejin, with an unexpectedly sexy deep voice and a fit body?
Youโre all too focused on her tiny cunt. Her hole is just made to be bred. You have to remind yourself you canโt do it. Itโs hard to resist when her cunt is virginally tight and the flesh of her ass is enticing to play with. Even her groans tempt you, all those little whines and pleas shoot right at your heart (and dick.) You want to fuck her like nothingโs wrong, like she isnโt your sister and youโre not supposed to be doing this.
โDaddy, daddy, oh, daddyโโ Heejin gasps.
Swipe at her clit and she screams. Shut her up with the finger you used to rub her nub, sliding it into her unprepared yet otherwise welcoming mouth. โShut up, slut. Thatโs what you are, right, Heejin? Daddyโs slutty bunny girl?โ
Self-contradicting or something. Oh, you donโt know.ย
Still with your fingers forcing her mouth open, she nods. โMmm. Mhmm, daddy, your slut bunny, yesโโ
Heejin isnโt angry anymore. Your cock turns out to be the solution to her problems, even jealousy. Youโd hate to tell her that her envy is rational.ย
How would you tell her?
She sucks on your fingers, eyes glowing with tears of need. โCummingโn you, now, daddy,โ she breathes. โI want to be daddyโs only bunny girl, t-the one who gets to cum around his big cock everyday, please. Iโm not mad, Heekkiโs not mad anymore, I promise.โ
Kiss her, and for a moment you forget about your own trials, too. The world gives its toughest times (resisting the urge to fuck your new sisters dumb) to its strongest soldiers (you).
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You have more secrets about yourself and what youโve done than you can count on ten fingers. Not even a sworn oath could drag them from your lips. Torture like waterboarding or a knife to your throat would be useless. Your lips are sealed at all times. No exceptions.
Thatโs why youโre able to fuck both Nana and Heejin without them knowing about it.ย Itโs been months and itโs still going on. You canโt believe it reached this point.ย
You enjoy the differences between the two girls whenever you fuck them. They donโt think that youโre fucking the other either. The angry sex you had with Heejin *reduced her worries about your possible (and very real) attraction to Nana by a lot.
*(Citation, if required:
The girl was on your thigh, a night when Nana and Chan were out. You and Heejin made up an excuse: weโre too tired. Itโs a school night. Some shit. The point is that the two of you threaded the circumstances and made it line up to you being alone. No distractions.
Heejin still calls you daddy, and that time was no exception. She was naked from the waist down. Her upper body being clothed in a tight baby tee didnโt make it less sexy. Seeing how the piece of clothing wrapped around her lithe form turned you on already. To add to that, she was riding your thigh, hand on your length. You made the small living room your heaven.
โFuck,โ Heejin whimpered. She chewed on her bottom lips as she rode your thigh, making use of your bounces and your hands on her hips. โDaddy, howโs it that youโre so good even when your dick isnโt inside me?โ
You were flattered. Therefore, (and it was the only right thing to do in response to that), you bounced her harder. Let her grind down on your knee and stimulate her clit on the curved edge. Sheโs a good girl. No past tense for that one. Heejin is always your good girl, and youโre her daddy who spoils her too much. No past tense for that one either. You truly do spoil her too muchโyou let her drag you in the bathroom when youโre shopping just so she could drop to her knees to suck you off. You buy her expensive brands though youโre sure she makes more money than you. You do too much for her.
Her payment is better than anything you give her. Sheโs a good little girl who bounces on daddyโs lap and has his cum as milk before bed. Remembering that, you lifted the baby tee up to kiss her nipples. You let a slight chew ride the edges of the brown little area, then sucked hard. It gave you the reaction you wanted, the reaction you craved: Heejin cumming on your thighs.ย
Her grip on your cock was too tight and she never stopped jerking you off. You came on each other, bathing skin with love and lust. And you wouldnโt have it any other way.)
Nanaโs the more oblivious one. She knows she has you wrapped around her finger, too much in fact that she doesnโt entertain the idea of you liking Heejin, too. *She was eager but scared at first. Now, she fucks you without doubt, without regret.
*(Another citation:
It was after a meaningful talk that she suddenly brought up that โyou havenโt fucked me yet, Jay oppa,โ she said. Her natural pout made it easier for you to dive into the subject.
โSure I have,โ you replied. โWhat are you talking about?โ
You thought back to the times you fingered her to squirt and put your mouth on her. Nana was always weak for that, and you assumed that was the only way she liked it. That was why you didnโt bother extending it past that.
โYeah,โ said Nana, looking at the night sky from the terrace, โbut you havenโt, like, actually put your cock in me. I want to see it! I want it inside me!โ
โAlright.โ You sat up. โSure.โ
โHuh?โ Her cheeks reddened. She didnโt expect that at all.
โWhat? Letโs do it.โ
โI thought youโd be all hesitant or something,โ Nana explained shyly. She looked everywhere except your piercing gaze. โI think thatโs why I asked. Umโฆ what am I even saying? I want your cock, Jay oppa.โ
โCome get it then.โย
You loved seeing Nana so shy and bashful. It was so different from the playful arrogance she sets when sheโs around you. She could be so cute sometimes.ย
All the time. You still havenโt gotten over what you felt for her. Itโs been long since you were adopted by Chan, yet your crush on Nanaโs been longer. You think that maybe she does have the same feelings. After all, why would she let you fuck her? But you keep telling yourself youโre making it more complicated than it should be. To keep on Nanaโs good side, and out of your own fear, too, you need to fuck her. No sappy feelings mentioned, just the good olโ rawdogging.
Youโre happy about getting to fuck Nana. Still, it isnโt the same as getting to be her boyfriend.
You went on, nonetheless. The first time she sank down on your length, she let out the cutest sound youโd ever heard. Nana was adorable in every way. Her hands scrunched up to her face like a bunnyโs would as she shyly let her pussy take in your size.ย
โYouโre so big,โ she said.
โHeard that a couple of times. Whatโs new?โย
โAsshole.โ Nana slapped your shoulder. โYou sure I could do it?โ
โMore than. Youโre almost there.โ
You tried to act like you were no stranger to this and therefore didnโt care. It was difficult when Nanaโs pussy was so closed around your girth that you had to guide her downwards. Her thighs twitched and her moans were higher than they usually were. When you went down on her with your tongue, she always screamed, or when you fingered her under the blanket while watching a movie. This sound from her, a whiny gasp tangled in between a shout and a cry, was new.ย
You wanted to become more acquainted with it, for which you started to thrust.
โFffuck,โ she whispered with a wince. Why was the pain good? It wasnโt supposed to work like that. โJay oppa, that feels really good.โ
โDoesnโt hurt anymore?โ
โJust a little. Just keep, fffucking. Me. And Iโll be okay.โ
You couldnโt help it. You dove in for a kiss. You held her face in your hands as you pumped away inside her. This time, you made sure to be careful. It was the first time you had ever penetrated her.ย
It was the one of many times, though, that you made her cum.)
โJay.โ
Deja vu hits you. Or maybe youโve been substituting grief with it. Itโs been almost a year and everything still reminds you of your parents. Jay isnโt exempted from that. You zoned out on him, just like you did to your mother and father.ย
Itโs your duty to look at him and pay attention. Heโs done so much for you already. Itโs the least you could do. Itโs what you would have done if youโd known that fateful day that your parents would die. โYeah?โ
Chan smiles. โAre you alright?โ he asks you. He pushes the tinfoiled chocolates towards you. Dessert is an everyday thing in his house. โWe lost you there a little.โ
Unwrap one and pop in your mouth. โIโm fine, thanks. What were we talking about?โ
โI was saying I got a promotion.โ
You smile. Good things happen to good people. โCongrats, hyung!โ
โThanks, Jay! Butโฆโ Hesitantly, he continues, โbecause of that, Iโm going on a business trip. Iโll be gone for two days.โ
Heejinโs eyes widen theatrically. โOh no,โ she says in faux disappointment, โoh no, daddy.โย
It sounds like sheโs addressing you rather than her own real father. More context clues: sheโs inched closer to you and has a hand on your thigh. She gives it a nice squeeze, causing you to straighten suddenly. This is the riskiest Heejin has gotten.
Steal a glance at Nana, who sits at the opposite side of the dinner table. Sheโs staring at the two of you with fire in her eyes. While sheโs too cute to be menacing, she still sends a clear message: get Heejin off you now. She canโt bear with her sister being all touchy-feely with you, or having you alone with her. If she didnโt want to save face, sheโd have pounced on the table to tear Heejinโs hair out.
And sheโs got such a pretty, pretty face to save, doesnโt she?
โDโyou think you kids could behave while Iโm gone?โ Chan asks. He scratches the back of his neck. โI mean, youโre all of age, and itโs technically legal, but if you want me to stayโโ
โOh, daddy, itโs fine!โ says Heejin. She looks at you sweetly and raises your joined hands. โJay oppa and I are good friends! Weโll keep the house clean!โ
โWhat about you, Nana? What do you think?โ
Nanaโs glowering stare at you and her older sister is prolonged and envious. She truly canโt look intimidating with such an adorable face, but you feel her anger. Itโs telepathic how she could sit there in silence and still tell you wordlessly that sheโs angry. Furious is probably a better term; you can see flames rise from her eyes.
She swallows and composes herself the best she could. โIโll be fine,โ she says quietly.
Chan asks his daughter if sheโs sure, and asks the older girl the same as well. He doesnโt leave you out either. He wants to balance a family and work life properly. Both should hold the same weight on the two pedestals.ย
Thatโs how you end up with him gone for two days, and during the first few minutes of his departure, you and Heejin are kissing each other. Nothing more than that is what you promise. Chastity isnโt the best virtue to go by in terms of happiness, but you attempt with what you could to keep it pure.ย
This is where you understand the self-contradiction, for Heejinโs stark naked from the waist and up. You can feel every bit of unclothed flesh beneath your palms. You can be the expeditioner, Heejin could be the map. Youโd spread her, map out each bit of pale milky skin in the connection of your two bodiesโ threshold. Youโd tear her and use her to the point of impurity.ย
But as you said: chastity.
Itโs not like Heejinโs a saint herself. The skimpy booty shorts grind down on your lap as you kiss in her bedroom. Play with her nipples you will, then also take the time to appreciate her soft thighs.ย
โThese thighs are fucking amazing, Heekki,โ you say. The nicknameโs a familiar aftertaste in your mouth now. A delicious one.ย
โYou want to fuck them, oppaโฆ daddy? What should I call you?โ
A hand on the nape of her neck, you lay Heejin down on her bed. โI donโt care. Whichever, just make sure you let me fuck these legs.โ
โOppa it is.โ Heejin grins cheekily. She spreads her arms just as much as she tightens her legs together, letting you appreciate the smoothness of her pits and her slim, beautiful arms. Not to disregard the muscles denting the skin, though. โIsnโt it so sexy? Iโm fucking my big brother, and my little sister can barge in anytime. Itโs so risky, right, Jay oppa?โ
Slip your cock between her pressed flesh, and you easily discover that her thighs are as good as they look. Slide in, slide out, and repeat the cycle like a habit of vice. Youโd never want to recover. Something could speak to you in the back of your head, urging you to let go of whatโs wrong, and you wouldnโt listen. Even if that something was, letโs say, Nana?
Speaking ofโฆ
โWhatโs wrong, Jay oppa?โ said girlโs older sister asks, curious about your sudden alarmed look.
Youโd say a lot of things to her, now that you have the chance to. Only one comes to mind: โI, I think thereโs someone at theโโ
โI fucking knew it.โ
Thatโs how it all starts. It begins with the scene that goes like this: Nana stands at the doorway with shock veining red in her eyes. Her hand is firm on the door knob; looks like someone forgot to lock before they fuck. That someone may be you or Heejin. You never know. Itโs too late, anyway. Nana already knows.
Youโd adlib a lot of things in this situation, too. However, none of them sound plausible. You canโt speak when you feel this odd sense of guilt brimming in the core of your heart. Seeing Nanaโs horrified expression, you realize that itโs rooted from you thinking youโve betrayed her. Thereโs her, obviously being your childhood crush and the girl youโve fucked weeks on end, and then thereโs you, fucking her sister in the bedroom where sheโs supposed to flee for sisterly advice and familial gossip. Itโs so incredibly wrong, all of it: your girth being locked between Heejinโs thighs, her obviously enjoying the way the underside of your cock rubs her preyed pussy, and Nana, the other girl youโve been fucking. The other sister youโre fucking.
โYou lying bitch,โ spits Nana, glaring at Heejin. Such a word should never escape her mouth when she looks that pure and sweet, but she isnโt what she looks like, sexually speaking. Emotionally speaking. โIโm gonna tell dad, and youโre so fucking screwed.โ
โThen Iโll tell him you fucked me, too,โ you fire back. Venom laces your words.ย
Heejin looks at you in horror. โWhat?โ
Oh no.ย
Oh god.ย
You definitely should have thought before you spoke. Now, the catโs out of the bag. The taboo secret youโve tried to hide for so long from both siblings is out in the open. You canโt lie or fuck your way out of this anymore. Itโs not going to work.
Nana catches on a loose thread in her sister. She tugs it to sew back her own pride. โYeah, thatโs right,โ she says haughtily, โhe fucked me, too. What, you thought you were special or something?โ
โHey.โ Sheโs really going in for the kill. You have to put a stop to it before it escalates: โLetโs all just calm downโโ
Heejin turns to you and laughs after a short, bitter little scoff. โNo fucking way, Jay.โ She drops her legs and kicks you away. Tumble into the bedroom cabinet. โYou tricked us.โ
Sheโs right. Youโll admit that because you canโt even deny it yourself. Itโs true through and through; you hid two secrets from three people: your sisters and new father. But secrets always come to light, and today just so happens to be the day for your dirty little secrets.
โYeah,โ pipes up Nana. โYou wanted to use two girls as your personal cumdumps you could just throw away. You donโtโโ
She stops. The older girl is awfully silent and suspicious, though you are for other reasons as well.
โOh.โ She stares at Heejin for a moment, then laughs. The palm sheโs placed on her mouth is only there for dramatic effect; she doesnโt bother stifling her smug laughs. โOh. I see it now.โ
โWhat the hell do you mean?โ
Nana walks over with surprising confidence in her steps and wraps her hand around your cock. Thatโs the last thing you expected her to do. Your moans are a little rougher this time because of that. Nana doesnโt bother stopping to reconsider what sheโs doing: jerking off her new brother in front of her sister who shares her own blood and flesh.ย
She pouts so pitiably that it could be a genuine emotion if she pleases. โYou donโt let him cum inside you, do you, my sweet unnie?โ she asks. โThatโs right. I know you donโt.โ
Heejinโs eyes go all bunny wide. The irony of it all could be entertaining enough for your average telenovela enjoyer. It helps that she plays her role of the shocked and offended domineering sister so well.
But this isnโt a telenovela; this is real life. Youโre actually going through this. You canโt turn it off in spite of your desire to. When thereโs the yearning inside you to see what more there is to unfold, though, you give in. You donโt say a word to stop the sisterly quarrel. You simply stand there prone to Nana, who jerks you off with an unrestrained anger.
Heejin, whoโs used to playing the cruel girl to her sister, finds herself in a position sheโs never had to experience: getting the short end of the stick. Getting pierced by the end of the stick. Was her sisterโs all-too-true accusation the forbidden apple to the shame she feels out of nowhere for her naked body?
She stutters. Youโve only heard her stutter when youโre fucking her. Itโs so strange to hear how she clumsily stumbles over her words in real life where sheโs got no escape. โOkay,โ she says, giving up, โso I donโt let him cum inside me. So what? Itโs not my fault Iโm not a slut like you.โ
โOh please,โ scoffs Nana. Waving off her sisterโs insult is also a first for her. โTell me something I havenโt heard before. At least I get to feel his warm, thick cum inside me. Youโre too scared to even let him fuck you in a position that isnโt missionary.โ
โGirls,โ you say, in one last futile attempt to calm them down. Do you even want to calm them down? Youโre not sure.
Nana pulls you away from her sibling and smiles with such untainted sweetness that it makes you forget she was mad in the first place. Well, sheโs still a little mad for what she says next:ย
โCome on, oppa.ย
โLet me do something for you that she canโt.โ
Her shirt becomes a figment of your imagination. You swear it was on a few seconds ago. But now, you see how it is: no bra. Not even a white camisole. Her perky breasts are there for you to toy with. You have multiple choices, actually: her soft tummy and wide hips are there, craving for your attention. Of course you give it to them, in the form of lingering hungry touches.ย
Your lips are on hers all of a sudden. It doesn't even take minutes for you to have your mouths and tongues all over each other, licking where you can and kissing till the lust ferments. (Hint: it would never.) Thereโs an imaginary time limit going on for you and Nana, and so youโre tearing clothes off each other and stealing kisses as fast and as needily as you can.ย
It doesnโt take the whole time limit for Heejin to get jealous. โGet off him,โ she growls. She kisses your back, the touch sending shivers on your skin. Her nipples push on you. โYou like me better, donโt you, daddy? Iโm your Heekki, right?โ
You donโt know. As of now, you like the other bunny girl better. โWeโll see.โ
โโDaddyโ?โ Nana giggles. โThat all you got, Heejin?โ
โWhereโs the โunnieโ?โ
โYouโre not the unnie unless you prove yourself to be one,โ the youngest of the three of you answers in a sickeningly flattering tone. She brushes Heejinโs cheek. โSo whatโs it gonna be?โ
Heejin stammers again. The smarmy and arrogant her is lost in the jealousy she gathers because of Nana pushing you down the bed. When she sees how you react to it with your needy face and hands on her waist, the anger burns inside her harder.ย
Still, it surely canโt be the flame of fury thatโs making her this hot and bothered, can it?
Nana backs off to present her ass to you. She circles her hips in the air, giving you a show, then places a hand on both of her cheeks. The denim shorts barely cover up the swells of her ass. โTake this off me, please, oppa?โ she asks. And itโs so polite that it isnโt really your fault that you give in and tug the messily cut thing she calls shorts down.
โDaddy!โ Heejin says in protest. Sheโs naked as well, but sheโs still left out.
โI think I should be the one calling him daddy here,โ gloats Nana. She rubs her ass on your cock. It perfectly pleasures the underside of your length. โAfter all, heโs the one whoโs going to put a baby in me. But Iโm sure you wonโt mind.โ
Her panties slide down her legs. And now, she descends.
Down she goes, but sheโs only going higher. Your cock splits her pussy open, and itโs just as good as the first time. Nana still brings the same thrill you get when you fuck her hot body. Her bounces are more precise, and she learns to give you more than just the benefit of getting to screw herโshe gifts you a show of her bountiful backside unintentionally clapping with the other cheek.
Spank her for that, though you should really reward rather than punish her when sheโs only making you feel good. Doesnโt matter; she loves it. She looks back at you and bites her lip sultrily.ย
โFuck,โ you groan, โsuch a good girl, Nana.โ
Her moans are perfected with pitch and pleas. Nanaโs expressions are timed well with your thrusts and guiding hands on her hips.
โIโm a good girl, too, daddy,โ Heejin says softly. She kisses your mouth. โIโll show you, okay?โ
Chanโs eldest daughter climbs on top of your face. You pull off her shorts as wellโyou welcome all kinds of pleasure here. Nana slams herself down harder, and right on the second you groan due to it, Heejinโs already planted her pussy on your face.
See, these are the thighs youโve dreamed of. These are the kind that would actually crush your head. Her muscular skin ensures that your head is subjected not only to thick softness. And yes, youโve eaten Heejin out before, in times when youโd keep her prone on the edge of her bed while you pull orgasm after orgasm out of her with just your tongue, but this time you do it with increased gusto. The sistersโ blended moans sound better than any choir of your choosing. Name a band as well, while youโre at it, and Heejin and Nanaโs voices would still outdo their songs.
โYesss, thank you, daddy!โ gasps Heejin. โOh, mmm, Iโm your good little girl. And because youโre my daddy, you should always eat your good girl out.โ
โYou talk like an attached trophy wife,โ Nana remarks with a snortle. Thatโs not fair on her part; you know how desperate she can get when youโre fucking her, but you canโt really oppose it when Hejeinโs muffling your mouth.
The other girl canโt retort either. Your tongueโs too good to her. โShut up. He likes my pussy more. And he treats it sooo well, donโt you, my daddy? Better than you do Nana?โ
Letโs see: well, you donโt know. Both sisters have amazing bodies youโd do any time of the day. You havenโt really given the intensity you submit to them much thought. Itโs hard to think now when Heejinโs urgently riding your tongue while Nana rides your cock.
โNo answer,โ Nana says triumphantly. โI guess heโs biased there.โ
โHmph.โ
โThe better girl for oppa is the one who doesnโt immediately cum just because heโs touching them. Bet?โ
โItโs a bet,โ replies Heejin. She really shouldnโt be giving in to a deal sheโs sure to lose; you know what the quintessential quiver of her hips mean. Then again, sheโs not one to back down from a competition.
Itโs kind of entertaining to see the differences between the two girls. It counts back then as well. Itโs like they switched personalities with how the other fits the former just as well. Nanaโs not afraid to use you. She rides you at a lightning-impulsed pace, rocking your cock with a tightness youโll never forget. Her cries are wrapped with weak gasps. On the other hand, thereโs Heejin, whoโs still used to being the submissive little girl to you when itโs nothing close to her real cocky attitude out of the bedroom, whoโs still afraid to use you. Oh, donโt forget her moansโtheir depth and groany tinge make your cock throb. Too bad itโs inside Nana.
(Itโs actually not that bad at all; the pulsing and twitching cause Nana to shake deliciously. Her slow, meaningful grinds bring you to life.)
Hence, youโre fucking Heejin with your tongue faster, with no care for the juices that slide down your chin and the sides of your mouth. Her clit bumps your nose. Itโs an advantage you takeโyou push and pull her back and forth to get her shivering whenever her precious pearl hits the tip of your nose.
Nana isnโt left out of the equation either. Push your lower body upwards so that your tip meets the end of her pussy. Shimmy them so that it rubs her walls. She gasps girlishly and soon finds out that she isnโt made for the fight she started with her sister. Sheโs chosen to fight the wrong battle.
โIโm close,โ she whimpers. Her eyes are sealed shut. โYouโre too good, oppa.โ
โM-me too!โ Heejin says. Her voice is on the brink of a yell. Sloppily suck her clit and sheโs past that. โDaddy, daddy, daddy, keep licking me like that, oh!โ
โShitโฆ Jay oppa!โ
Youโre soaked on both ends. Try to clean up Heejinโs stream of cum the best you could and pump Nanaโs slick out of her. In the midst of everything, you donโt stop. You want to keep hearing the girlsโ beautiful cries of pleasure.ย
โGod, enough, daddy,โ begs the shaking Heejin. Sheโs slapping her own breasts, lip bloodied under her teeth. โI want to cum on your cock, too.โ
A better premise. โSure.โ
โWait.โ Nana stops the two of you. โWho came first?โ
Heejin turns away with pink cheeks.ย
Nanaโs known her all her life, so she reads that look better than anyone else could. โOf course you did.โ She rolls her eyes. โYou donโt deserve to sit on his cock.โ
โI doโฆโ Her eyes are glossy. Her desperation really doesnโt go away with shame. If she were to be honest, itโs the shaming that deepens it. โBut please, daddy, pleaseโโ
โFine. Letโs ask oppa what he wants us to do. Weโll see whoโs the better girl for himโ
You canโt recognize Nana anymore. You know how big of a sub she can get, yet you didnโt realize how rough she can be as a dominant party in the bedroom. With how she orders around her sister and you, youโd think itโs a usual thing for her. Maybe it is.ย
โNana-ya,โ Heejin says, trying to bring the tone she lorded over her little sister with back. It ends up weakโitโs to no avail.
โDo it,โ Nana tells her with a pitch of finality. โAsk him.โ
โFuck,โ the other bunny girl says nervously. She swallows, then turns to you. Youโre just as on the edge as she is. โDaddy, what do you want us to do?โ
You have plenty of situations you could make them turn into reality. Some even cross the line. There are already plenty of boundaries youโve soared past. You just have to choose one out of the many fantasies you have because now that youโre looking back at the chaos of it all, you wanted this to happen. You wanted them to find out. Thereโs a fucked up voice inside you that insists on becoming riskier, becoming more careless. Itโs supposed to be blocked out.
Still and all, thereโs Heejin and Nana beside you on the bed, with their shared pouty lips and eyes glistening with want. Said distinct, glossy features give you an idea.
โSuck my cock,โ you say finally. In other settings that would have been a grave insult to the average middle school outcast. For Heejin and Nana, itโs the word of a deity himself.
Both girls donโt waste precious time on questioning if two sisters sucking their new adopted brotherโs cock is morally right or not. What matters above all is that their lips decorate your length. Itโs like theyโre determined to give it a bath. Itโs the only way you know how to explain it when Heejinโs round, doll-like eyes stare in awe at her sister running her lips up and down the sideless shape of your cock and your sensitive slit. Shiver on the occasion she licks there. Nana knows how to take cock as much as sheโs learned into the art of fucking your face. It goes both ways here, you see. You wouldnโt have thought she was the one who was just recently a virgin.
Heejin leaves the tougher things to the expert. While sheโs the one who first sucked your cock between the two of them, itโs clear that Nanaโs better at this. She can hear your ragged moans. She remains determined to please you. She kisses your heavy balls, sucking on the prickled skin on each and licking at them lovingly.
โFuckโฆ Heekkiโฆโ
Thatโs a sign for Nana to up her game. She glares at you, and itโs everything but subtle. She throws out all the anger sheโs held in her heart after the PDA you put on with Heejin recently onto sucking your cock. Her throat is tight and her mouth is warm as your cock enters and exits, stabbing through the breaths for air that never quite make it to her lungs. She doesnโt mind losing air. She does, actually, but sheโs quite more focused on getting your attention back on her.
Heejin doesnโt let up on the competition. Like you said, she isnโt the type of girl to back down from a challenge. Whatever she competes at sheโll give it her all. She might have lost and came earlier than expected just a few minutes ago, sure, but sheโs a competitive girl. She always wants to be on top. Or if not, underneath you.ย
Thatโs why her lips alternate between your testicles. Bite your lip to suppress yourself from tugging her hair. It doesnโt work; your hand ends up sifted in her hair and tugging so that her nose pressed on your pubic patch. From there she has to take in your musky scent and have the precum from your tip drip down the side of her face.
โWeโre being good girls, Heejin,โ Nana says after pulling away from your cock.ย
โYouโre not too bad yourself,โ the older one of them admits. She licks the underside of your base teasingly, sending a gasp and a sudden shot of cum out of you. โWhat dโyou think, daddy?โ
They seem to not have noticed that you orgasmed a bit. They keep lapping and kissing your cock like nothing could compare to it. No piece of arcade candy or slice of cake could match the taste of your cock. They feast on it, the little devils they areโHeejin decides to take a turn at swallowing your cock whole and succeeds while Nana kisses your thighs. Youโre sensitive all over, and they have no signs of stopping. Theyโll keep suckling and licking all day if you donโt conquer control again.
Therefore: get up like your latest orgasm didnโt occur.ย
โOn your stomach. On the bed. Now.โ
Soon theyโre scrambling to follow your orders. Arenโt they always? Their butts are in front of you side by side. They say sisters have a lot in commonโfor this situation, itโs the wetness rolling droplets down their luscious thighs and the two replicas of the same, passive look as they turn their heads to you. Theyโre waiting for your next command.
You donโt give any. Itโs all on you now.
Push yourself inside Heejinโs slick pussy. Perhaps she deserves to be fucked, like she says. So donโt bother to extract lengthy inches and just fire short, driven thrusts. Spank Nana to keep her occupied. Her moans are as sweet as her sisterโs, much more when you finger her.
Tandem and might. Theyโre foreign concepts to you since you werenโt a sporty kind of kid. You still find yourself taking all those out on the two girls. You position yourself so that youโre able to pump fast into Heejin while keeping the deep thrusts going while curling your fingers into Nanaโs weak spots.ย
โThatโs not fair, Jay oppa,โ she tells you, face buried into the sheets. Itโs lucky that you even get to make out a fraction of her words. โI was the one being good.โ
โMaybe he just likes me more,โ quips Heejin wittily. Itโs a lost sound when you punish her with a pronounced pump. Little do you know that sheโd find it hot. โFuck yes, youโre amazing, daddy.โ
She gives up on trying to keep her head raised. She drops it and groans with the bed muffling the way of her voice. Who could have ever found out that the tuck of her bottom lip under her teeth, an action so simple, could fruit such lust inside you?
โOf course youโre being good, Nana. Only good girls get bred.โ
They donโt get what you mean until you pull out of Heejin and slip into the sister you mentioned. Nanaโs back curves beautifully and she sighs as sheโs filled to the point of overflow with your hot and sticky cum. You slap her ass hard, leaving a red trace of your hand on her cheek. She grinds seductively into your cock burying itself to the depths of her pussy.
โNoooo,โ sobs Heejin, green with envy. โPlease, gah, just let me have your cum. I promise Iโll let you cum inside me all the time. Can do it even with my dad watching, or Nana, just pleaseโโ
โDesperate little slut. Will you let my naughty big sister have what she wants, oppa?โ
In one way or another, Heejin always gets what she wants. She could be the one underneath you, sure, and sheโd remain the benefactor.
Such is the beauty of having her cum beautifully and instantly on your fingers after you finger out some cum from Nanaโs pussy into hers.
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Chan never does find out what the white on Heejinโs bed is from. Is it from a girlโs problem that isnโt too known? He doesnโt know. It might be glue. Whatever. Heโs not that well-versed into feminine problems, so he simply assumes those are the source of them.ย
He also doesnโt know why the sisters suddenly donโt fight anymore. Itโs a well-kept secret that youโve made a pact with them, told them that you could be theirs as long as they kiss you and donโt tell. It works well to keep the sisters in line, and itโs beneficial for Chan, too. He doesnโt have to pacify repeated arguments anymore.
So far the peace in your new home is maintained. The bedroom is exempted.
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Helping hand
Warnings: shameless smut, handjob, unprotected sex, rough sex.
Word count: 2.4k
Tagging: @doll3tt33 @fear-is-truth @coentinim
A/N: this is literally pure filth. I'm not sure what possessed me to write this, but I did. Sorry for any typos or bad writing.
Staying up late with Kyle had become sort of a routine. Sleeping didn't always come easy to you, and getting Kyle to bed without you was always a struggle. Sitting with your legs crossed on the bed, you ponder over what you should do. It couldn't be too loud and it had to be something you were certain he'd enjoy. You glance at him for a moment, he was laying down on the floor watching something on his ipad, so he was occupied for now.
You grabbed your laptop, blankly staring at the screen while you skimmed over your options. Then it hit youโ a movie! You could put on a movie. After five minutes of scrolling, you decide to put on a cheesy comedy. you were more of a horror movie enjoyer, but you figured Kyle wouldn't like it. He was a sensitive boy, now more than ever, and you didn't want to stress him out. Especially after the whole being brought back to life ordeal.
"Kyle, honey, come here," you gently call out, placing the laptop on the edge of the bed so you could lay down. You could hear the creak of the floorboards as he slowly ambled to you. He laid down next to you, throwing his arm over you to pull you closer. Stuck in his hold, your hand slapped around until you found the edge of the covers, slinging it over the two of you. You settled in, squirming around until you were comfortable, and then you pressed play.
The plan had been to watch the movie, and then head to bed, but that was ruined when not even ten minutes in he kept shifting. โKy, what's wrong?โ You whisper, tearing your eyes away from the screen to look at him. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth and his eyebrows knit together in discomfort. โH-hurts,โ he murmured. You sat up, gently removing the cover from the two of you. โWhere does it hurt, kyle?โ
He propped himself up until he was sitting on his knees. Confused, you watched silently wondering what he was trying to show you. Maybe he had scraped his leg, or he had a bruise. His lack of motor skills was a major downside of being frankensteined back together. "Here," he grunted, looking down at his pants. You followed his gaze until you were meant with the obvious bulge in his pants. Oh.
Unsure of what to do, you just sat there. Shit. Should you help him? Would helping him be the right thing to do? Seemingly annoyed at your lack of response, he took your hand placing it over his groin. He whined at the desperately needed contact, rolling his hips. "Touch, p-please."
This quickly snaps you out of your thoughts, itโs hard to worry about the consequences when heโs so needy. "Are you sure?" You ask, just to check, accidentally pushing his boundaries was never something you wanted to do. He nods, and you start to unzip his pants. Despite the initial struggle, you're finally able to get his pants down, revealing the blue boxers he had on underneath. His precum stains the fabric, making a sizable dark patch.
"Poor boy, you must be so worked up" you coo, running a finger over the length of it. Kyle's pupils swallow the already deep brown of his eyes as he watches you. Meeting his intense gaze is enough to make you look down again, goosebumps pricking at your skin.
With more zeal than before, your fingers hook the band of his boxers, slowly pulling them down. His cock bounces free, hitting his stomach, and you have to stare for a moment. The tip is flushed pink and precum drips from the slit like a broken faucet. Your eyes slowly trail up his body, from his stomach, to the scar wrapped around his neck, till you're finally looking him in the face. His cheeks are ruddy, his lips parted ever so slightly, and he has this look in his eyes like nothing matters but you at the moment. Maintaining eye contact, you gingerly wrap your fingers around it.
He lets out an airy sigh, that you assume is of relief. You carefully start to move your hand up and down. You watch his eyes slowly flutter shut, and revel in the way pathetic whines begin to fall out of his mouth. To ease the friction, you let a glob of spit dribble onto the tip, using your hand to coat his entire length in your drool. His cock twitches in your hand. He must be close, you think. You work your hand faster, trying to push him to the edge as quickly as you can, but suddenly he's pulling your hand away, shaking his head.
"n-need you," he mewls, finger latching onto the band your shorts trying to tug them down. Throwing all caution to the wind, you oblige. You yank down your shorts and panties, throwing them on the floor. You crawl to him, tossing your legs over his thighs to straddle his lap. His hands fly to your hips, rucking up your oversized shirt to reveal your chest. He stares at you with wide, pleading eyes, silently begging for permission. Once you give a quiet go ahead, heโs instantly taking your nipple into his mouth. It's an odd sensation. His tongue is cool against your warm skin.
You let out a soft whine, and lift a hand to cradle the back of his head. You card your fingers through his hair, while you mutter soft praises, gently rocking yourself against his aching cock, but not letting it slip inside. His arms were wrapped around your middle, pulling you closer to him, like he wanted to be in your skin. You both stay like this for a while, soaking each other in. While it wasn't enough to get you off, you decided that was fine, and instead focused on getting him off. You were trying to make him feel good after all. You could help yourself later.
You were sure he could have came like this, and he seemed to realize that too because he reluctantly wrenched himself away from mouthing at your boob to line his aching cock with your slit. But he was clueless and couldn't quite get it so with a loving smile, you gently took his hand in yours and directed it to where it needed to go.
You slowly sink onto his cock, taking him inch by inch. You got about halfway before you decided to take a second and let yourself adjust to the size. Placing his hands on your hips, he forced you down. You let a startled gasp because of the abrupt fullness. The stretch burns, and he doesn't let you adjust before he begins to buck up into you.
You rest your hands on his shoulders for support, slightly digging your nails in to deal with the ache. You can barely gain your bearings with the way he forces you to bounce on his cock. The pain slowly melts into syrupy sweet pleasure, and everything quickly becomes overwhelming. The sound of his skin on yours, the feeling of his cold tongue on your skin, and the pangs of pleasure shooting through you.
You crash your mouths together because even if you don't want to admit it. You're just as attached to him as he is to you, and the urge to get closer than you already were was becoming unbearable. This kiss is awkward, but you can't bring yourself to mind. Your teeth clack together and your noses keep bumping. His tongue curiously prods into your mouth. Still, you melt into him, letting him explore every inch of you for as long as he'd like. His spit tastes earthy, and surprisingly it isn't that bad. You pull away to breathe, and he follows, pitifully chasing after you like a lost puppy.
His powerful thrusts have devolved into quick, shallow bunny humps, so you take it upon yourself to finish what he started. You place your hands on his chest lightly pushing him back. He doesn't resist, letting himself fall onto his elbows. He looks confused, kiss-swollen lips pulled into the cutest pout. It makes you want to smooch it off of his face. You lift yourself up, and it seems like you're about to pull off, but before his hands could rush back to your hips, you slam back down down.
The sound he lets out is guttural and loud. Your hand slaps over his mouth. He blinks, puzzled. You pull your hand away to press a finger against your lips. โBe quiet, they'll hear us,โ you whisper, glancing behind you to make sure nobody is at the door. In the blink of an eye, you're not on top of him anymore. You are on your back now. Stunned, you stare vacantly at the ceiling. His hands grip your hips, sheathing himself back into the warmth of your cunt (when did he learn how to do that without you?)
He starts up that unforgiving pace again, ramming into you so hard the bed is wobbling beneath you. All you can do is take it. Silently praying that your bed will make it through the night. He effortlessly brushes that spongy spot inside of that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. you're quivering beneath him, unraveling like a ball of yarn in his hands. Pleasure sweeping any coherent thoughts away like a hurricane. That familiar ache builds in your stomach. Your cunt clenches around him, begging for release. Everything feels so good, it verges on painful. Your hands latch onto the sheets, holding on for dear life.
Kyle leans down to press wet, slimey kisses on your clavicle, lightly dragging his teeth against your skin. A few more brutal thrusts, and you're digging your nails into his back, softly whining. Your orgasm crashes over you like a current. You bite your lip to muffle the moans that threaten to come out, blinking away unshed tears. After your orgasm subsides, you're instantly being ushered into another one. โs too much, ky, I can't take another,โ you hiccup, pressing a hand against Kyle's chest in a feeble attempt at pushing him off. You don't know if he just brushes you off on purpose, or if he did it without realizing because in spite of your pitiful request. His pace sped up.
He's grunting in your ear now, you can feel the hot puffs of air tickling your cheek. Plump tears roll down your face, your body trembling uncontrollably. He cums deep inside you, a blossom of warmth filling you up, but he doesn't stop rutting into you. Fucking it in further. You let out woeful, little squeaks. You're sniveling, and your poor, aching cunt weeps. You feel your second release rushing towards you, and all you can do is brace yourself. He's fucking you like he despises you, and if you didn't know anymore you would have been convinced you were his sworn enemy with the way he was bullying your cunt.
Your orgasm hits you like a strike to gut, somehow more intense than the last. Your back arches off the bed so far that someone might think you're possessed. The bitter taste of iron pervades your mouth. You didn't realize how hard you'd bitten your lip trying to be quiet. (Which is turning out to be an impossible feat, but at least you're trying.) you're gushing around him. Your arousal spills down onto the bed beneath you. You can feel the sheets sticking to your skin, and you remind yourself to lay down a towel or something next time. A few more agonizing seconds pass, and he's finally pulling out of you.
He collapses on top of you, and you take a moment to collect yourself. The icky feeling of laying in a pool of bodily fluids is the only reason you haven't passed out yet.
โKyle, we gotta get up and take a shower,โ you mumble, your body aches and your bones feel like jelly, but you can't go to sleep in these conditions.
He grumbles for a second. โsleep.โ
you sigh, โi know, but we're all dirty now. We gotta clean up.โ begrudgingly, he peels himself off of you. You get up rather slowly because of how unsteady you were on your feet. You snatch some clothes up for you and Kyle. You haul yourself to the bathroom, dragging Kyle behind you. You turned on the shower, letting the water run until it was warm enough to get in. โCโmon in,โ you utter, stepping into the tub. You watch Kyle sluggishly walk to you. He looked so tired. Poor baby.
โDo you want me to help you bathe?โ you inquire, quietly. He doesn't respond, just follows you in. He can barely keep his eyes open. You decide it's easier to just wash him instead of trying to wake him up. You grab a washcloth, apply some body wash, and massage it in till it lathers up. You start with his arms, and you can't help but follow all the veins as you travel your way up. Then you moved on to his chest. You could feel the bumps from where his head was sewn back on, your heart ached for him. He didn't deserve such an untimely death. You frown, shaking away those thoughts. He doesn't need your pity.
The rest goes relatively fast. He listens to your request to lift his legs and turn around, so you could reach his back. You speed through washing yourself, so you can get back to bed as soon as you possibly can. Once youโre done, you hop out and dry yourself off. As usual, you help Kyle dry off too. The two of you shuffle off to bed clean and content. You toss a blanket over your sullied sheets, you'll wash them later.
Collapsing onto the bed, you let out a relieved sigh. Sweet, sweet relaxation. Kyle follows suit, pulling you onto his chest. You grinned, silently enjoying his unending clinginess. โL-love you,โ he murmured, and you feel a warmth beginning to bloom in your chest. โI love you too, Kyle,โ you whisper. You don't know if he truly understands what he just said to you, but you choose not to think too hard about it. Scooting closer to him, you feel the tiredness hit you all at once. The comfortable arms of sleep luring you in.
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