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littlepotaaatosimp ยท 10 months
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I accept the request for these works below (choose between one-shot, headcanon or scenarios)
Smut accepted and yandere too
The reader can be another characters (for example : reader!Scarlet Witch) NB: you can specify the origin, morphology, gender or other of the reader when you request
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One shot, Broken Heart - Miguel O'hara X Scarlet Witch!reader
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Miguel O'hara :
One shot, Broken Heart - Miguel O'hara X Scarlet Witch!reader
Headcanon - Miguel O'hara
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๐ŸฉทRecord of Raganrok๐Ÿฉท
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๐ŸฉทDemon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yabai๐Ÿฉท
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strawberrychz ยท 2 years
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angst request with rengoku mourning over his s/os death? i know you just opened the blog but :โ€™)
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เผ„ ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ: ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡๐—€๐—ˆ๐—„๐—Ž ๐—‘ ๐—€๐—‡!๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹
เผ„ ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€๐—Œ: ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐—, ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‰๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡
เผ„ ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ: ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡๐—€๐—ˆ๐—„๐—Ž,, ๐—†๐—’ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ,, </3
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- RENGOKU
โ€œkyo-kun..โ€
a soft voice pulled him out of his sleepy state, a small hum leaving his mouth as he acknowledged the person calling his name. when his name was repeated, he slowly opened his eyes to the sight of his beloved hovering over him, their elbow propped up on one side of his face to keep them steady.
with a smile, he took a strand of their hair and pushed it behind their ear, mesmerized at the sight painted in front of him. โ€œgood morning, my sunshine.โ€
they let out melodious laugh, one that served as music to his ears, and dipped down to place a gentle kiss upon his lips. his hand traveled to the back of their head, deepening the contact as he returned their gesture with no hesitation.
after what seemed like eternity, they eventually pulled away, much to his dismay, and sent him a warm smile that could dim the brightest of flames in existence. as the fire harisha, he would want nothing less.
โ€œyouโ€™re truly breathtaking,โ€ he whispers as his hand finds their face, thumb brushing across their cheek, โ€œso amazing, so magnificent.โ€
โ€œlikewise, my love.โ€ his heart is full of love as a grin spreads across his face. the hand that caressed their face now traveled to the back of their neck, pulling them into an embrace, to which they returned.
โ€œletโ€™s go back to sleep, the world can wait for a while.โ€ his other half agrees to his words and relaxes against him, closing their eyes in response. he hums a soft tune as he draws shapes on their back in an attempt to lull them to sleep.
when he realizes that their breathing pattern has changed, indicating that slumber was indeed overcoming them, he placed a soft kiss on the top of their hair. with a whisper, only loud enough for them to hear, he smiles and closes his eyes as well.
โ€œi love you, (y/n).โ€ as his world begins to fade, he hears their voice one last time.
โ€œi love you too, k..โ€
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โ€œ..yo-kun.โ€
this time he wakes up to the feeling of someone shaking him softly, a different voice calling his name. opening his eyes, he was met by senjuro, who worriedly looked down at him.
before he could ask the reason behind such a concerned look, he felt the hot tears running down his face at an alarming rate and reality had struck down at him all at once.
thatโ€™s right. you werenโ€™t here anymore; you left this world just recently and rengoku continued to suffer the loss of his beloved. the regret overcame him, the one that failed to save you from this cruel world, and he attempted to stop the tears to avoid saddening his brother, who remained quiet.
however, no matter how hard he tried to stop them, it flowed endlessly. he sat up slowly, continuing to wipe his eyes violently as soft whimpers left his lips, one full of pain and devastation. ashamed, he covered his face with the palms of his hand, attempting to muffle out the pathetic sounds that left his lips. a million questions flooded his mind as his cries became more apparent. if he had come earlier, would you have been alive? would there be enough time to save you? would he have kept his promise?
all those questions quickly disappeared as he felt a pair of arms wrap around his shoulder, a soft, yet choked, whisper reaching his ears.
โ€œit wasnโ€™t your fault, aniki. you did your best,โ€ senjuro reassured, pulling his brother closer, โ€œ(y/n) would forgive you. they wouldnโ€™t be angry at you.โ€
with that, he wrapped his arms around his brother, crying into his shoulder as all the devastation he held for days rushed out shamelessly.
as the tears streamed down his face, a gentle wind blew into his room, finishing the sentence that remained unsaid in his dream.
โ€œi love you, kyojuro,โ€
he closed his eyes, sighing shakily, hoping that the wind would return his words to you, no matter how far it seemed. โ€œi love you too.โ€
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Helllo, could youndo promot 3 with kyojuronrengokux reader please!! I love it
100 follower event ~ SFW
Rengoku x reader: Truth and dare confessions
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Rengoku sat down near a waterfall after a long day of training to relax. You tippy toed from behind and tapped his shoulder "Hey what are you doing here?," Rengoku smiled "Just feeling the cool evening breeze, today was a long day!". He taps the patch of grass next to him signalling you to have a seat with him. You sit down quietly looking at the sunset next to the waterfall together.
After a few moments of silence you look at Kyojuro, smiling with his big eyes at the sun. You say in a soft low voice "Do you wanna play a game?," he looks at you "Oh? a game? sure y/n!" you reply back "Its truth or dare, I haven't played it in a long time!"
Kyojuro looked at you this time a bit confused like a lost puppy "I'm...not sure what I'm going to say y/n..." You chirp "Don't worry! I'll start us off!". Kyojuro nods in agreement and immediately turns to towards you to start off the game.
"Okay truth or dare?," He blinks "Truth!", of course this righteous man chooses truth you think to yourself. You take a deep breath "So Kyojuro Rengoku..." You raise your eyebrows as if you were hinting at something, making him shift in fear. "Have you ever had a girlfriend?," He turns bright red "What kind of question is that y/n?," you wave your hand "Kyo these are the questions asked in truth or dare, if this scares you i wonder how you will handle the dares!", Kyojuro looks left and right before leaning in and saying "no, never". You smile and say "okay then...see easy as it is! now your turn, i choose truth too!".
Kyojuro takes a moment to ponder and then says "Do you romantically like someone y/n?", You turn bright red and your smile vanishes as you immediately look away from his gaze, he exclaims "hey no fair i answered mine!". You slowly look back into his bright honey coloured eyes as the last rays of the sun hit his face, "Yes i do like...maybe love...someone". Rengoku's curiosity piqued, "who is it?" you snap back, "no follow up questions allowed!" He immediately settles back down.
For the second round you again prompt him "So now what? truth or dare?" He looks at you in the eyes and says "Truth again." within a blink you sputter out "So what do you think about...me?," he returns you a very confused look "What, what do you mean?," You scream back rather desperately "I don't know just tell me." Kyojuro corrects his posture and after gaining composure replies "well...i think you are an amazing person with a beautiful heart." He stops speaking, you raise your eyebrows prompting him to speak more.
Kyojuro clears his throat "You are beautiful on the inside and outside..." He pauses and as the sunlight reflected in your eyes, as if taken by a trance Rengoku speaks "and...your eyes are beautiful, your lips are soft, the way your hair blows over your face makes you look delicate and i think i have feelin...." he suddenly shakes himself back to reality and stops speaking. The big bright smile returns to his face and calmly says "Truth or dare y/n?".
You have a warm feeling inside as if this conversation was headed in an untapped territory of your heart, you stutter out "truth," Rengoku reiterates his follow up question from before "So y/n who do you like?". You tuck your stray hair behind your ear, you were uncertain whether your answer would affect your current relationship with Kyojuro. He waits patiently knowing his question may have been a little heavy. You take a big breath "Its you, i like you Kyojuro Rengoku."
The sun had already set and the purple in the sky was mesmerising, but even more so was the twinkle in Kyojuro's eyes. He has seen the love between his parents, he admired his mother for the woman she was. Kyojuro has always wanted a family, especially like his own. Knowing you had feelings for him he imagined the start of something new, a step closer to this dream of his.
Kyojuro lifted his arm and placed his palm against your cheek. You instantly took comfort in it and melted into his touch. He was a respectful man he slowly leaned forward and kissed your forehead as you used your hand to hold his hand against your cheek. You both smiled at each other and Kyojuro pulled you into an embrace. You both sat in each others arms as the waterfall's sound soothed both your hearts. This was the beginning of a connection that would last a lifetime.
yours truthfully,
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Muichirou Tokito [Misty Love]
Kimetsu no Yabai x F!Reader
-On the house-
{Cafe}
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Muichirou was walking towards the headquarters as he was called by Master Ubayashiki, as to why he found out there in the courtyard he saw an unconscious boy bound on the ground, his mind started to daydream before he caught sight of a female not older than he is beside Giyuu, The female was wearing a [F/C] Yukata, her [H/C] was neatly styled she had her arms crossed as she looked around curious yet alert, her posture was unnaturally relaxed, [E/C] eyes met his and He swore he felt a beat in his heart.
He heard a groan and saw the male stir awake, his companions started to urge and alert the others, the male took longer to wake before someone yelled.
"HOW LONG ARE YOU GONNA SLEEP! GET UP ALREADY!!"
His red eyes landed on them as someone announced.
"THE PILLARS ARE NOW PRESENT."
Muichirou just zoned out eventually and didn't pay attention as he wondered what were the clouds he saw again.
But he heard a commotion the kid was charging towards Sanemi, he saw the girl look away from the scene of what was about to happen, the kid had headbutted Sanemi to the point where blood gushed out his nose, he heard a snicker looking beside him Mitsuri who quickly apologized, but he heard a snort looking at the unknown female she had been covering half of her face to prevent herself from laughing as her shoulders shook violently, only then did the other pillars maybe except Shinobu, Giyuu and he saw the female.
But before they can comment about the female, a voice interjected, "OYAKATA-SAMA IS VISITING" as a male stepped out the room "So you have come my cute swordsmen."
On cue Every pillar was on their knees bowing to the male, Sanemi had pulled the young male down to bow down, except the female who was now leaning on the tree.
"I have given my approval for Tanjiro and Nezuko, So I want Everyone here to accept them" Ubayashiki stated as he looked at the pillars, there were some oppositions from them as Muichirou just agreed glancing at the female leaning on the tree.
Before Muichirou could daydream again the master stated that Tanjiro the boy had come across Muzan, he was started to get bombarded be questioned
Muichirou just started to doze off as he barely paid attention to the commotion, but he looked in Tanjiro's direction who was getting held back by Iguru, he saw the female behind him as she calmly had told Iguru to loosen up the grip before Tanjiro broke free, The Female had held Iguru's shoulder as Giyuu held his arm, but Iguru got his arm out of Giyuus grip but not his shoulder from the female.
The [H/C] female only let go as soon that Nezuko was inside the box huffing in anger, Muichirou was lost but he clearly heard the female's voice.
"Ne~ Kagaya-Sama was it?" A soft voice was heard all the pillar's attention was on the female, Giyuu and Tanjiro could only sweatdrop something that told them the female was about to do something reckless.
"Yes? Ms.?" Ubayashiki questioned the unknown female, "Please don't formal with me call me [Y/N] but... How much damage per to say I injure two pillars right now..." The master was taken aback by the female's bold statement, her [E/C] eyes glowing a dangerous glint in them as she eyed Obanai and Sanemi, the girl wasnt even carrying a word how would they expect she could beat two males who are pillars.
"It would be very disastrous for us as we need them." Before the female could retort back she got held back by Giyuu and Tanjiro hugging her body even Nezuko was huffing in disagreement.
In the end, she was calmed down by The kamado siblings and Giyuu.
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It didn't last long as Muichirou crossed paths with the female again, he saw her holding a hilt of a sword infront of some training dummies, he wondered for a while before he could walk away he heard breaking he looked back to see the female jumping on the training dummies as the hand with the broken hilt her Yukata fluttering in the air, the dummies were starting to break from the force, the female landed on the pillar of the gate where Muichirou is looking down at the mist pillar the broken hilt of the sword pointing at him, glowing [E/C] eyes staring at him the moonlight glowing down on her as the mist started to form around them.
Muichirou was in a trance of what he saw, how beautiful of the female right now that was the first time Muichirou didn't doze off as he was into eye to eye contact with the female, he wanted to praise her but he forgot what that word was, but before he can speak the female was already gone disappearing with the fireflies surrounding her.
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Muichirou was amazed by himself he didn't forget the scene that night as he was with some of the pillars, Shinobu realized Muichirous's sudden strange behavior as she questioned the mist hashira Muichirou suddenly blurted something out of the blue, "Beautiful..." That was the word he wanted to say, Muichirou suddenly realized this as he looked away from the other's, he was suddenly questioned by Uzui and Mitsuri he almost talked when a knock could be heard, Giyuu stood up from his place as he opened to reveal a [H/C] female holding a small box.
Muichirou made eye contact with the female as he suddenly said "Fire...flies?" The female tensed as she waved goodbye to Giyuu before walking away, Giyuu looked at Muichirou before he went to his corner, the other Hashira's looked at him as they suddenly sniffed a beautiful scent Giyuu had opened the box to reveal a nice and mouth-watering meal Giyuu smugly looked at Shinobu as he started to talk "Told you I was liked." Before he proceeded to eat, the other Hashira's stared hungrily at Giyuu's meal "Did she make that?" Muichiro asked the Water Hashira, Giyuu only nodded before Muichiro was now crouching in front of Giyuu as he stared at the lunch, Giyuu connected the dots as he thought that Muichirou was interested in the [H/C] female, he gave the remaining contents of the box to the mist pillar, Muichirou after taking the first bite couldn't stop as he kept eating eventually finishing the meal, he was somewhat disheartened by this as he looked at Giyuu but saw the Raven haired male was now gone.
He was asked what it tasted like by Mitsuri before he truthfully said "Delicious." Before he dozed off again wondering when will he eat that heavenly meal, hearing distant Whining from the mochi haired female.
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This routine would go on for days Muichirou stealing Giyuu's food that was visible that came from the female, he would also walk by the training area to hopefully catch a glimpse of the female but sadly he didn't that was until he heard that the female went with the three idiots plus the flame pillar went head to head with Upper moon three but not without sustaining heavy injuries, the female supposedly Went head to head with an upper moon and seriously injured him and carrying back the injured flame pillar back to headquarters to be treated, well he did hear the demon didn't want to fight with women and that pissed off the female.
Muichirou made his way to the butterfly estate to only see the female eating snacks on the pagoda, looking behind her, her [E/C] eyes met his mint ones her head tilted to the side in wonder, Muichirou could see that the injuries that the female sustained were only scratched and from what he heard a very ruined yukata.
"Hmmm? Ne~ you look familiar" Muichirou could only stare as he tried to recall her name before he heard laughing and a snort "haaaaahhh What a nice laugh I had in a while, you don't remember my name do you mist pillar~?" she stated while smiling at him "hmmm you better get going on seeing you're companion he might be awake now." She added before turning her attention away from him.
Muichirou left in a daze by then.
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Days passed by as he saw the other Hashiras bombarded Rengoku, Shinobu, and Giyuu with questions about the female, how strong she is and how was she able to injure upper moon three with a broken sword hilt at that, he sat near as he looked expectantly at the three Hashiras.
The flame Pillar, Rengoku was sweating Shinobu was smiling while Giyuu was... eating onigiri ignoring all of them.
"W-well she was strong...a-and" Rengoku stuttered out looking away from them as he continued, Muichirou was aware of this as he once saw the female dance in the air while destroying dummies, surprised he looked down on his lap to see some packed up Onigiris on him as he saw Giyuu walkout, "Ohhhhh! The Onigiris [Y/N]-San made they were quite delicious!" Rengoku loudly boasted, Muichirou suddenly felt stares at him, looking up he saw Mitsuri and the others eye the Onigiris on his lap, he blankly stares at them before bolting to the door hugging the snacks tightly to his chest as he ran from Mitsuri and the others hot on his tail, he felt a tug on his collar as he was lifted in the air.
He blankly looked at the person holding him up in the air to only see [Y/N] looking at him in wonder, Muichirou let out a cute squeak as she looked at her, [Y/N] looked at him before promptly squishing him into a hug squealing his face squished in her bosom as he wondered if he can use them as pillows.
After that day Muichirou if given a chance would doze off laying on the bosom of the [H/C] haired female.
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Muichirou was not happy in the slightest at the moment he was away from the HQ, as he heard [Y/N] was dragged away by Uzui with the three idiots to the Red light district that was two months ago he visited the female only to see her sipping tea while getting hugged by a White-haired female with green tips with a male looking very deformed talk with her, he was unhappy and he stomped right out the Butterfly estate.
He found out later those two were both former upper moon six and by some miracle the female talked both of them out of betraying muzan and she managed to turn them human with a price of being in a coma for a month, both siblings supposedly helps around the butterfly estate to pay a little for their sins.
He was in the swordsmith village wanting to train now he was asking a small child before he was stopped by Tanjiro occurring to him knocking him out cold, he saw the kid shaking in fear as he heard a disappointed sigh looking to his right he saw a yukata wearing female staring at him in disappointment, he quietly left after he got the key.
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Muichirou was having a hard time getting out of this trap he was constantly in and out of consciousness as memories came flooding back thanks to the sacrifice of the child, he managed to get out and rush towards where the supposed upper moon is only to see [Y/N] taunting the demon while laughing supposedly trying to get the demon away from the sword smiths, Muichirou didn't even see her holding a weapon as she dodged everything.
"Fucking ugly bastard! I WOULD RATHER KISS AN ASS OF A COW THAN BE YOUR BRIDE!" The female shouted and something in muichirou snapped he guessed the demon offered [Y/N] to be his bride.
He felt his body heat up as strange marks appeared on his face, the rage inside him popped as he started attacking the demon, "How late of you Muichirou-san~" the female chimed, Muichirou knows how difficult it is to move in a yukata yet this female is not only mocking the demon but effectively dodging as if she was dancing.
He was attacked by tentacles with the swordsmith, he sliced up the tentacles as he thanked Kanamori for fixing his sword before he saw the female making a beeline for a discarded sword her [E/C] made contact with his and he instantly knew he needs to buy some time for her, Using his 5th breath he closed the distance as he began his rain of attacks on the demon.
The demon escaped into another pot in the tree as he felt a gust of wind from beside his face eyes widened as a blade of a sword flew past, he heard a scream of terror behind him the blade almost hit the demon both looked where it came from to see the female walk towards them a sword hilt in hand, "Ne~ Gomen! I thought my trowing skills were more accurate ill be sure not to miss next time!" A psychotic grin on the female's face as she eyed the demon standing beside Muichirou, "Ora~ looks like it hit we didn't miss at all!" The female stated "Looks like your senses have dulled, but that's you've lived for thousands of years" Muichirou said with a blank faceย  On que some two wounds appeared on the demon "Next time it's coming off, We're not playing along with your dumb pot games." Muichirou added as the female took a stance with the broken sword hilt.
"Don't underestimate me Brats"
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She didn't know what was happening but what she did know was that she was laughing at the slander battle that was happening, Hades! She loves the kid even tho he was 2 years older than her she had undoubtedly had some kind of attraction towards the boy, the demon got pissed as he unleashed fishes towards them punching the ground both teens had managed to dodge in time as now a battle now began.
"Aya~ you say you look amazing and all I see is a walking carp on land! Not even the eyes and mouth look fine!" The female was now taunting as she was now slashing everywhere with the broken sword hilt, Muichirou was still confused on how but it was soon turned to pure shock as he saw the female stab herself.
The demon laughed as it looked like the female took her own life, that is until she pulled the hilt out a shinning blade appearing glimmering under the moonlight a [F/C] glow surrounding it, "Sword of the keeper...Spirits of those thou unfinished wrath grant me thy strength." She stated as a lot of fireflies started to charge at the blade disappearing the female took a stance the whites in her eyes started to fill with black, "I'm kinda irritated now, you should go to hell quickly, Mui-kun~ Let's end his dog shit life now~" the female cooed her looks akin of that of a demon, Muichirou blushed lightly at the nickname as he nodded using his Seventh form of breathing haze, the female used the mist to surprise the demon in attacks while Muichirou cut off the demons head, "Yeah its over, farewell, You probably won't be born in this world again." Muichirou stated as the female landed beside him smiling the Yukata having some holes and slashes from the fight, but a visible blood stain from the wound where she had stabbed herself.
Before the demon could disintegrate he started his vent in anger before the female walked over to slash the head multiple times, "Go to hell already." "Say hi for hades from me ne~." Two people voiced before the head finally disintegrate, the swordsmith rushed towards them in a panic as [Y/N] looked at the pillars hands that were shaking, Muichirou was arguing he was fine and he needed to get to Tanjiro instead foam started to go out his mouth before he could fall the female caught him in her arms and he could slightly hear Kotetsu say that he was saved from a gift from the female that was a sword hilt, he heard running he figured the female ran off to help the others even in her state.
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Morning came as the last upper moon had been defeated and Nezuko finally conquered the sun as he questioned what happened he saw Mitsuri and [Y/N] run towards them, Mitsuri crying that they survived while [Y/N]'s Yukata was dangerously ruined as they both joined the group hug about surviving two uppermoons and making it out alive.
Several days later there was a meeting for the pillars but surprisedly someone was attending that wasn't a pillar or part of the corps he saw [Y/N] sitting at a corner having bandages on her face and some on her neck, Muichirou scooted closer to the female as he tugged her new Yukata, she looked at him and smiled as she patted his head before someone entered the room it was Ubayashiki's wife all pillars bowed to the ground except the female who only closed her eyes.
They started to discuss the mark and how to get it but it suddenly took a turn mentioning the female, it was the weird technique she used she had already used it more times than one and it was now only brought out the attention because of Mitsuri, Daki And her brother Gyutaro about the sword skill of the female and how it burns the painfully like sun making them in pain and not regenerate, the said female opened her eyes as she glanced at the people present, she hummed as she started to take out the broken sword hilt from beside her.
"Well~ I guess I should sing now... well my moves aren't breathing techniques per see, you see me fight with no sword but just a hilt." she started to talk while creasing the hilt "hmmmmm how do I say it my blade is made out of souls...Souls of those who seek vengeance and peace, those who are damned, and those who seek protection, all make up my blade as every strike washes something away, but I do not recommend this as it is very dangerous for those who cannot find peace for the souls." The female looked seriously at them as she put down the hilt while a firefly landed on her shoulder.
Every Hashira was silent staring at the female who was now calmly cooing at the firefly on her shoulder.
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Ever since that day, Muichirou has now been sticking like glue to the female as she stayed with him in his home to oversee the training while also making sure he can eat some meals so he won't steal from Giyuu and the other Hashiras.
Muichirou has been consulting Mitsuri till he realizes that he was in love with her, he got sight of the female in the kitchen making snacks he hugged her waist as she hummed at him before he gathered all the words he was about to say.
"I like you." He didn't mean the confession to be blunt as his face flushed in embarrassment, he heard laughing as the female turned around patting his head as she hugged him, "I feel the same but I think this is too early for you Mui-kun~ How about this, if you still like me by the time your 18 then we'll start dating ne~." She smiled as she kissed his forehead smiling, Muichirou just buried his face in her bosom but he was smiling in content.
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Tragedy struck fast as both he and the female were now faced to face with upper moon 1 Kokushibu and to the horror of Muichirou, the demon was his ancestor, he couldn't move due to the feeling of fear.
[Y/N] looked at the boy in worry as her [E/C] eyes saw something she didn't want to assume but her guess might be right, Muichirou suppressed his fear as a fierce battle now began, Muichirou was having a difficult time as the female was trying to get a tempo and interfere but that was cut short as her feet suddenly ran and shielded the boy from losing a hand using the sword hilt, kicking Kokushibu away with a kick.
"Fucking hell... Why don't you reveal yourself already." The female cursed as her eyes landed on Kokushibu, after that another battle began this time Muichirou was pinned to the wall and Genya was sliced, this time Sanemi and [Y/N] were face to face with Kokushibu and Gyomei appeared to help as Sanemi retreated.
"GYOMEI-SAN PLEASE HOLD HIM BACK A LITTLE!" [Y/N] shouted as she started to run towards Muichirou's direction to get him out, the female was now covered in wounds her hand's visibly shaking "Help Genya." She said as she stood up, he quickly bolted to Genya to help the male as he heard an audible "oh fuck it" he saw the female loosen her Yukata and this move stunned the demon and everyone except Gyomei, "OI OI OI THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO FUCKING GO NAKED!" Sanemi shouted as Muichirou agreed internally the girl he loves is blatantly showing her body as a prostitute in a room full of males.
"Shut up Dip-shit I need to fulfill a promise of not letting any of you dumbasses Die!" She shouted as her hand burst drawing blood, Let's all take this outside shall we~?" She smiled sinisterly as they were all face to face with Muzan, Douma, Nakime, and Kokushibu with the other demon slayer's everyone were visibly stunned at this and why they were all in an open area, "I'm not letting anyone die not on my fucking watch!" The female stated as she easily cut off the head of the female biwa demon using the hilt.
"Ah finally let us get this shit-show started." And with that many fireflies landed on the Hashira's and some demon slayers glowing before disappearing, "Hey~ you all better start killing them those power-ups won't last long" with that Statement everyone felt a surge of power as wounds started to heal and every Hashira charged at the demon they were fighting with earlier.
The female was now faster and stronger than earlier now with the loose Yukata, blood trickling down her pale lips as she landed beside Muichirou, "Mui-kun we all better finish this I don't know if I can keep up the charade." She chuckled in a weak voice as she stabbed the sword hilt in herself once more which alarmed everyone "Oh I see who you are now..." She quietly mumbled as she stared at Kokushibu "Why still linger here...Yoriichi Tsugikuni." That made Kokushibu freeze "Doesn't matter please lend me your soul and convey your regret, Soul blade... Souls of those who Regret to lend me thy will and I shall fulfill." Pulling out the hilt a familiar sword came out as red and [F/C] eerie glow came from it, her moves started to overlap with that of a male, her eyes bleeding mixing with tears, Muichirou didn't stand idly by as he started to attack Kokushibu together, until when the female came closer that Kokushibu dropped his weapon and let the female strike his head with Muichirou.
She staggered in her steps as she hugged Muichirou for support, "He will be going now, he was a good brother but he went to a bad path he hopes to repent with the help of his brother." She stuttered as she tried to regain her breathing "go help the others I would be fine." On cue, he saw Daki and Gyutaru rush towards them as they took the half-conscious female away to be treated.
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A week has passed since the defeat of Muzan, Tanjiro turning into a demon and turning back into a human, some who were once demons turned back and now Muichirou was sitting next to a sleeping figure, he gripped her hand as he looked at her.
[Y/N] had severely underestimated herself and that now led her into being in a coma, he learned from the master and the two siblings that she had betted her life from some god to help them, and they explained that she may have seen Yoriichi's lingering soul on Kokushibu so she made the gamble that she can make Kokushibu repent, It worked but at what cost.
"Wake up [Y/N]-chan we defeated the demons...and peace has been restored...praise me for winning..." Muichirou mumbled as looked at the female.
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Four years had passed since then a fine young man could be seen walking in the halls, that was Muichirou, he never stopped visiting the female at the once Butterfly estate he saw Daki tending to some patients and the others as well, he opened the familiar room where he saw the still figure of the female, walking closer he sat on the stool as he held the female's cold pale hand.
"I'm 18 now...don't you remember the promise you would answer me if I won't change my mind about marrying you...I want you to keep it...please," he whispered his mint eyes started to water this was the anniversary of when they defeated Muzan and when the female fell into a comatose state, he squeezes his eyes as if to stop the tears until his mint eyes widened on the voice.
"And I intend to keep that promise..." A weak voice sounded looking up he saw [E/C] hues look at him with a happy smile on her face, she was awake and Muichirou cried as he hugged her feeling happy, he felt a hand pat his back as she could only reassure him.
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Months passed after that and [Y/N] can finally go with Muichirou now her official lover home, and to say their home life was peaceful was an understatement, they both try and fluster each other at given chances.
The old Demon Slayer corps all congratulated them both and Mitsuri was hugging the day-lights out of [Y/N] that Muichirou had to get the help of the other Hashira's to pull Mitsuri away from [Y/N] before she could suffocate.
Years passed and they are now married and they still tease each other about how Misty their love is.
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can you write some headcanons on how rengoku, giyuu, and muichiro would react to their crush making them a bento but it tastes like absolute shit? would they tell them the truth or lie? ๐Ÿ’€
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โœฐ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€: ๐—€๐—‚๐—’๐—Ž๐—Ž, ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡๐—€๐—ˆ๐—„๐—Ž, ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—†๐—Ž๐—‚๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—‹๐—ˆ ๐—‘ ๐—€๐—‡!๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹
โœฐ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€: ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ!
โœฐ ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ: ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Š๐—Ž๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐—Œ๐— ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—†๐—’ ๐—‚๐—‡๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—‘,, ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—„ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž. <33 ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ!
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- RENGOKU
โœฐ upon seeing his crush hand him a bento box, his eyes immediately light up in excitement as a grin brighter than the sun forms on his face. kyojuro immediately looks up at them with pure ecstasy as his voice booms, โ€œyou made this for me?!โ€
โœฐ when they nod their head, a blush forming on their cheeks at his sudden reaction, he takes the box in their hand and scoots over, patting the seat next to him happily. โ€œletโ€™s share!โ€
โœฐ they deny politely, claiming that theyโ€™ve already eaten moments before. he decides not to pressure them into doing so, already grateful over the fact that theyโ€™ve gone through the trouble of making him a bento.
โœฐ as he opens the bento, his grin grows wider, admiring every little aspect of it. kyojuro almost feels guilty at the thought of eating such a pretty sight, but he wouldnโ€™t miss the opportunity to experience such an important moment.
โœฐ excited to dig in, he lets out a hearty, โ€œitadakimasuโ€, before taking a big bite without hesitation. what he thought was going to be a mouthful of flavors instead turned into one full of bitterness and unexplainable torment that pooled within his mouth.
โœฐ itโ€™s possibly the worst thing heโ€™s ever tasted, but instead of telling you the truth, he smiles through it all and manages to choke out a cheerful, yet forced, โ€œdelicious!โ€
โœฐ true to his words, heโ€™s grateful for the love theyโ€™ve put into this bento, regardless of how it turned out. in fact, heโ€™s so grateful that he finishes it without a hint of dissatisfaction crossing his features. itโ€™s the effort that counts right?
โœฐ though he does feel guilty about telling his crush a white lie, a part of him held him back from speaking the truth when they smiled proudly at his forced reaction. seeing them so thrilled made all the torture he went through worth it. he thanks you wholeheartedly with a big grin that makes your heart melt.
โœฐ in the end, he decides to use it as an advantage to spend more time with you as he takes both your hands in his. โ€œnext time, count on me to make us lunch as repayment!โ€ or โ€œwe should cook together sometime!โ€
โœฐ though a part of it was an opportunity to get to know you better, the other part hoped that he would help improve your cooking so that he wouldnโ€™t lie to your face any longer.
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- GIYUU
โœฐ his heart would already be beating out his chest upon seeing his crush walk over to his direction with their hands hidden behind their back. in panic, he looked around to confirm whether or not it was him you were looking for.
โœฐ when he realizes that there is no one else within the vicinity, he quietly begs himself to keep himself together as you draw closer. smiling, you call out his name excitedly with a skip in your test, โ€œgiyuu-kun!โ€
โœฐ anxiously, he greets you with a nod, the same neutral expression plastered on his face. โ€œgood afternoon..โ€ his eyes avert to your hands that hid behind your back, his curiosity piquing at your strange behavior.
โœฐ before a million thoughts could run through his mind, you stretch out your arms, revealing a bento box that was loosely tied with a cute handkerchief. giyuu finds himself paralyzed, absolutely shocked at the abrupt situation he found himself in.
โœฐ at first, his mind goes completely blank as he processes the events unfolding in front of him but when it does set in, his face immediately flushes uncontrollably. his mouth opens and closes for a few moments, words desperately scratching its way out of throat. he had a thousand things in mind, but the only word that left his lips was nothing more than a simple, โ€œwhat.โ€
โœฐ โ€œi made a bento for you!โ€ when he doesnโ€™t reply nor react, the embarrassment slowly kicks in as you slowly pull the container closer to your body, โ€œif itโ€™s okay.โ€
โœฐ he immediately pulls himself together, nodding shyly at you as he lets out a quiet reassurance. โ€œyes, of course.โ€ with that, you excitedly take his arm and pull him to a bench nearby, only flustering him more in the process. give the poor man a break, please. he can only take so much.
โœฐ he takes the lunch with shaky hands, carefully untying it as if it were glass and a childish glint crosses his eyes as he silently admires your hard work displayed in front of him. he hadnโ€™t had anyone personally cook for him this way for years, resulting in a sense of nostalgia overcoming him.
โœฐ โ€œare you sure itโ€™s okay?โ€ stupid question, he thinks, but a feeling of disbelief still continues to wade in him, aware that heโ€™s undeserving of such a genuine gesture. when you nod with a grin, he feels his cheeks burn as his eyes avert back to the food waiting to be eaten.
โœฐ with a quiet thanks, he takes a bite timidly, unable to focus on the taste at first due to his embarrassment but the flavor of bitterness soon hits his tongue, much to his dismay. unprepared for such an misfortune, he coughs almost harshly as a reaction, unable to take such a terrible taste.
โœฐ you watch in absolute horror as he tries to fight the displeased look threatening to form on his face. โ€œoh god! iโ€™m so sorry!โ€ you rub his back soothingly as his fit dies down and he looks up at you, holding a shaky thumbs up in an attempt to lie about your cooking.
โœฐ you donโ€™t buy it though as you snatch away the bento, apologizing profusely to giyuu who feels guilty at his inevitable reaction. when he sees the sad expression plastered on your face, he immediately beats himself up. despite that, he shakes his head and thanks you for your effort.
โœฐ the next few weeks, he tries to cheer you up by inviting you out to go eat with him or buy you snacks from a nearby shop in hopes to see you smile once more. if you still continue to sulk about it, heโ€™ll try to give you words of reassurance; โ€œi canโ€™t cook either..โ€ or โ€œits not the worst thing iโ€™ve tasted.โ€ itโ€™s not the best, but you know he means well.
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- MUICHIRO
โœฐ muichiro would probably be lounging around somewhere random, staring at the sky in interest. his mind would be elsewhere, not hearing his name being called by his crush.
โœฐ however, when he feels a tap on his shoulder, his head whips around to finally meet your gaze. a smile falls on his lips as he excitedly calls your name, his focus now completely set on you, โ€œ(y/n)!โ€
โœฐ โ€œmuichiro-kun, good afternoon!โ€ you take a seat near him and he swings his legs almost childishly. when you reach for your bag and dig in it, he tilts his head curiously. โ€œwhat are you looking for?โ€
โœฐ after a few moments, you pulled out a bento with cute stickers adorning the outside, immediately attracting his attention. proudly, you offer him the container, โ€œi made this for you! i figured you might be hungry.โ€
โœฐ it takes him a moment to process the events occurring but it eventually hits him. with a light blush dusting his cheeks, he looks up at you with a big smile, โ€œreally?!โ€ his childishness kicks in as he takes it out of your hand, immediately opening it. you watched as he took a bite, eyes following his every move.
โœฐ the happiness radiating off of him moments before soon twists into one of extreme discontent, his shoulders slumping at the disgusting taste. he would put the chopsticks down on the bento before facing you with a displeased expression.
โœฐ and because muichiro is very straightforward, he tells you the truth but in a more kind tone than he usually would, โ€œit doesnโ€™t taste very good..โ€ it really breaks your confidence and fills you with embarrassment, but at least he was honest.
โœฐ you apologize meekly as you take it away from him. you push it in your bag, wanting to take your leave and die in a hole for the next few days. before you could stand though, he grabs your wrist and sits you back down, laying on your shoulder.
โœฐ โ€œthank you anyway,โ€ he says, closing his eyes as a small smile forms on his lips. all your embarrassment is thrown out the window upon seeing the calm expression on his face and you lay your head on his, closing your eyes as well. you silently hoped he wouldnโ€™t remember this unfortunate event when he woke up.
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strawberrychz ยท 2 years
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uhm uhm ๐Ÿ˜ถcan i request giyuu, sanemi, rengoku, & genya and what type of highschool crushes they would be???? (preferably w a female reader)
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เผ„ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€: ๐—€๐—‚๐—’๐—Ž๐—Ž, ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—‡๐–พ๐—†๐—‚, ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡๐—€๐—ˆ๐—„๐—Ž, ๐—€๐–พ๐—‡๐—’๐–บ ๐—‘ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—†!๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹
เผ„ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€: ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ!
เผ„ ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ: ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—Œ,, ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ผ๐—Ž๐—๐–พ. ๐—‚๐—…๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Š๐—Ž๐–พ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ. ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‹๐—’ ๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐—‚๐—๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐–ป๐—‚๐— ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ผ, ๐—‚๐—† ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—†๐—’ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—Œ๐—. ๐–บ๐—…๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—‚ ๐—๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ๐— 12 ๐–บ๐—† ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—†๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–พ๐—‹๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—Œ & ๐—‚๐— ๐—†๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–พ๐—† ๐–บ ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐—๐—…๐–พ ๐—‹๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ. โ˜น๏ธŽ
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- GIYUU
เผ„ itโ€™s truly complicated. one one hand, he wants to be by your side every chance he gets, but on the other, he believes heโ€™s undeserving of your love. itโ€™s a constant battle between his shyness and insecurity, knowing that heโ€™s not good enough for you and that even if he was, his timidness would get the best of him. in the end, he settles with the idea of simply watching you from afar, gazing at you dreamily. heโ€™s often distracted from his studies because youโ€™re constantly a core thought in his mind, taking up every inch in it. makes a playlist with songs that remind him of you and a hopeful part of him wants to share it with his crush someday.
heโ€™s the secret admirer type; giyuu often leaves notes in your locker, along with some type of gift (usually food) and disappears as soon as he places it there, absolutely terrified at the thought of being caught. to do this, he heads to school pretty early in the morning, knowing that itโ€™s usually empty during that time. secretly watches you unravel your gifts and literally melts at your reaction when you grin brightly and hold it against your chest with excitement. a genuine smile leaves his lips as he remembers every detail of your loving face, hoping that one day heโ€™d be able to make you smile without having to hide in the shadows. maybe, just maybe, heโ€™ll grow the courage to approach you someday, but for now, heโ€™ll love you from afar.
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- SANEMI
เผ„ you donโ€™t think he has a crush on you at first due to his aggressive and rude nature. he can get on your nerves at times, often sending playful insults here and there or just straight up annoying the fuck out of you. however, if he does push it too far, he always ends up around the corner, ready to make it up to you, whether itโ€™d be in a form of a shitty apology or bringing you lunch. normally, he wouldnโ€™t give two shits about hurting someoneโ€™s feelings but youโ€™re the exception, so consider this his biggest indication that he harbors feelings for you! sanemi doesnโ€™t care for school that much but goes anyway, knowing that youโ€™ll be there. he sees it as his chance to spend time with you, though heโ€™ll never admit it out loud. a tsundere truly โ€” he acts like he doesnโ€™t care but when youโ€™re visibly upset or acting a bit off, heโ€™s already on your case, demanding the reasoning for it. heโ€™s ready to punch the lights out of someone if theyโ€™re causing you trouble of any kind.
gets jealous pretty quick when another guy talks to you, even if itโ€™s for a very valid cause, and on some days, he butts in shamelessly. โ€œbeat it kid, find another tutor. we got shit to do.โ€ โ€” you both, in fact, had no shit to do but it doesnโ€™t stop him from pulling you away before you could protest. when you ask for a reason, he just says heโ€™s bored or pulls out some shitty excuse from his ass. does the smallest things for you discreetly; putting your head on his shoulder when youโ€™re falling asleep on the train, picking you up from your class and dropping you every period, and the list goes on. though sanemi claims that he doesnโ€™t have a crush on anyone, he knows for a fact that you have him on a chokehold and thereโ€™s nothing he wouldnโ€™t do for you.
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- RENGOKU
เผ„ um HELLO?? do you know how lucky youโ€™d be for rengoku to have a crush on you? this man will make it very known that he has it bad, no matter how oblivious you are. heโ€™ll spend every minute of his free time by your side, practically glued to you throughout the day and when he is unable to, he sends you texts, asking how you are and reminding you about the littlest of things โ€” โ€œdonโ€™t forget to eat your lunch! please donโ€™t hesitate to call me if you need anything! <3โ€. in fact, he brings you lunch when he knows he canโ€™t be there to share his own with you. sweetest crush ever and is a gentleman by heart, not wanting to make you uncomfortable and maintaining a high level of respect towards you. heโ€™d do things from opening doors for you, carrying your bag, sending compliments left and right, and everything else in the book.
very affectionate while still respecting your boundaries; a hand on your back whenever you both walk together and small pats on the head when youโ€™ve done a good job. cheers you on a lot and supports you in everything you doโ€” if you had a test coming up, heโ€™d give you words of affirmation to help boost your confidence and if you had a game or an event? you best bet heโ€™d be the loudest one in the crowd, yelling encouragements proudly; โ€œthatโ€™s my girl!โ€ tries so hard to impress your parents when he comes over to study or hang out, but we all know he doesnโ€™t even have to try. heโ€™s literally the ideal man every parent hopes for their kid. at the end of the day, rengoku is very loyal to you and would do anything to ensure your safety and happiness above all.
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- GENYA
เผ„ genya is a lot nicer than his brother, but he still does have a tinge of bluntness that does come off as a bit rude sometimes. it just runs in the family, really. the only big difference is the fact that heโ€™s really, really shy about having a crush on you. gets flustered fast whenever you do something cute or give him attention, even if itโ€™s something as small as sending a smile his way. he refuses to send an insult your way, no matter how playful or serious, but also doesnโ€™t send compliments because his embarrassment gets the best of him. though he doesnโ€™t contribute much to conversations between you two, his words often tangled in his throat, he does listen very attentively to every little detail that leaves your mouth. in result, he knows almost everything about you โ€” your favorite food, color, the time you threw up in your kindergarten class, and so on. once lent you his jacket because you were cold and before he could scold you for being careless, he grew speechless, nearly fainting on the spot seeing you wear it. needless to say, he had to excuse himself to gain his composure, muttering some excuse, such as needing to go wash his face.
heโ€™s very protective; makes sure he walks behind you, especially when youโ€™re going up the stairs so some creep doesnโ€™t look up your skirt, and glares at anyone who decides to look your way. no matter how shy he is towards his crush, heโ€™s ready to throw hands at any given moment if something happens. whether itโ€™d be making you cry with an insult or if someone dared to lay a finger on you, heโ€™d ensure that theyโ€™ll never see the light again. has probably gotten suspended a few times over this and no matter how many times you chide him, he still continues to protect you from any harm. heโ€™s always two steps ahead in the game whenever you need something โ€” itโ€™s raining? itโ€™s okay, he brought an umbrella to share. need lunch? he already packed snacks just in case and coincidentally, theyโ€™re your favorite! at the end of everyday, he walks you home and waits until youโ€™re inside your house before he departs. genya is a lowkey sweetheart, no matter how awkward and shy he is.
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strawberrychz ยท 2 years
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heyy! can i request douma with the reader who's muzan's daughter pls? i can be fluff hahah like just douma being a simp for her or something like that... thank u!!
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เผ„ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€: ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—†๐–บ ๐—‘ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—†! ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹
เผ„ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€: ... ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—†๐–บ
เผ„ ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ: ๐—‚๐—† ๐–บ ๐–ป๐—‚๐—€ ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—†๐—‰ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡,, ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‹๐—’ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐–บy.
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- DOUMA
เผ„ douma has grown so used to being worshipped by others that the idea of idolizing someone else other than muzan was impossible.
เผ„ it was love at first sight truly. there was just something about you that intrigued him, piqued his curiosityโ€” made him feel something that heโ€™s never felt in his life. itโ€™s been driving him to get your attention since the first second muzan introduced you to the upper and lower moons.
เผ„ he wasnโ€™t so sure what caught his attention in the first place; was it because you were muzans daughter? maybe you were powerful? or perhaps, you were just pleasing to the eye. regardless, it only motivates him to get to know you more.
เผ„ however, a certain event truly makes him fall for you, hearts forming in his eyes as his heart beats for the first time in his life. while everyone refused to acknowledge his existence, already avoiding him like the plague once the meeting was over, you greeted him politely and sat by his side, initiating a conversation with him.
เผ„ no oneโ€™s ever done that with him before!! especially not willingly. he gets all emotional when you do stay back to accompany him for a few moments, attentively contributing to the conversation and keeping a kind smile throughout it all. once you excuse yourself, his eyes follow you, a huge part of himself already attached to the attention youโ€™ve given him.
เผ„ after that fateful moment, he had dedicated a good portion of his time trying to win your attention and love in the most annoying yet adorable ways possible. itโ€™d be a daily occurrence, really. with a low curse, muzan would regret introducing his daughter around the twelve kizukis in the first place, not considering the consequences of his actions.
เผ„ almost like a lost puppy, heโ€™d follow you around as much as he could, skipping behind you happily with the biggest smile on his face. when youโ€™re both together, heโ€™d often bombard you with endless questions about your life or complain about futile matters regarding other people or events.
เผ„ most of the time, heโ€™s extremely affectionate, shamelessly clinging onto you without ever considering the fact that your dad could literally kill him at any given moment. hugs over your shoulders, pats on the head, him laying on your lap, holding your hand as you both walk together, leaning on your shoulder, and so on.
เผ„ though the other upper moons respect you just as much as they do with the king of demons, often bowing whenever they see you and addressing you in the most formal way possible, douma has his own way of respecting you. he talks so casually with you, it often earns him a series of consequences from scoldings to full on injuries from muzan and the rest of the upper moons. he doesnโ€™t mind too much though, knowing that your smiling face will make him feel much better.
เผ„ whenever he sees you during a meeting, he yells from the top of his lungs to get your attention, waving his hand in a comical manner; โ€œhi (y/n)-chan!! you look stunning as usual!!โ€ muzans eye twitches as he sends a venomous glare his way, though it leaves the second upper moon unfazed as he lets out a playful giggle. you wave at him secretly with a smile and he sighs lovingly, not caring if he was threatened moments before.
เผ„ super fucking annoying when youโ€™re gone. heโ€™s grown so attached to you that whenever youโ€™re not around, he ends up whining to the other upper moons about anything and everything he can. โ€œ(y/n)-chanโ€™s been gone for too lonnng! iโ€™m gonna die if she doesnโ€™t come back soon.โ€
เผ„ this earns him a strike from akaza, who yells at him in frustration as he sends an attack his way; โ€œstop addressing muzan-samaโ€™s daughter so casually! have some respect!โ€ when he regenerates, he huffs childishly and folds his arms with a pout, only angering the upper moon three in ways he didnโ€™t know was possible. โ€œwhatever, youโ€™re just jealous she likes me more.โ€
เผ„ also has a hard time detaching himself from you when you both are together. he can spend days โ€” hell, even eternity โ€” with you without ever having a complaint but when you end your shared time together, he gets all fussy about it. โ€œdo you really have to go? you can stay here with me!โ€ heโ€™d try to convince you to stay back, and though sometimes you fall for it, most times youโ€™re required to go. with that, he sighs in defeat and tears up, though itโ€™s alligator tears half the time, looking up at you with puppy eyes; โ€œpromise me youโ€™ll come back to visit!โ€
เผ„ though muzan often grows impatient and irate by doumas behavior, knowing he could just make his upper moon two vanish with just a single snap, he holds back. in the end, he has no bad intentions towards you and despite his very clingy and childish attitude, you seem to enjoy his company. at least he knows youโ€™re with someone who serves as one of his most trusted demons. douma is also one full of strength, hence his position, so muzan is aware that heโ€™ll be able to protect you.
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Hello! I had kind of an angsty request for muzan. what if back in the heian period he had a wife, which he sincerely loved. Though she was killed, so that served as major motivation other than regular narcissism n stuff. Dude misses his wife, and when hes killed in the manga he sees her again (the reader).
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โœฐ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€: ๐—†๐—Ž๐—“๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—‘ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—†!๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹
โœฐ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€: ๐— ๐—”๐—๐—ข๐—ฅ ๐— ๐—”๐—ก๐—š๐—” ๐—ฆ๐—ฃ๐—ข๐—œ๐—Ÿ๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—ฆ!! ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐—!! ๐—†๐—Ž๐—“๐–บ๐—‡ (๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—€๐–บ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—’)
โœฐ ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ: ๐—‚ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐–บ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ-๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—…๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‰ ๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—†. ๐–บ๐—…๐—Œ๐—ˆ, ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—‚ ๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—‚ ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—„ ๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—†๐—Ž๐—“๐–บ๐—‡? ๐—‚ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐— ๐–บ ๐–ป๐—‚๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐—‡๐— ๐—‹๐–พ๐—†๐–พ๐—†๐–ป๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ ๐–บ๐— ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—†๐–บ๐—„๐–พ ๐—‚๐— ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐—Œ๐—๐—’. ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—‚ ๐—๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ๐— 2 ๐–บ๐—† !
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- MUZAN
"๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—ƒ๐—‚๐—‹๐—ˆ! ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—ƒ๐—‚๐—‹๐—ˆ, ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐—€๐—ˆ!" ๐—†๐—Ž๐—“๐–บ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–พ๐–ผ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ผ๐–พ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—๐—Ž๐—€๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—ƒ๐—‚๐—‹๐—ˆ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ผ๐–พ. ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐–ผ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—† ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–ผ๐— ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‡, ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‹๐—’ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—‡๐—‚๐—๐—’, ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–ป๐—‚๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐— ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—๐— ๐—‚๐—Œ, ๐—๐–พ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—€๐—‹๐—‚๐—‰, ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—…๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐–ป๐–พ๐—€๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐—Ž๐—†๐–ป๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ. ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—’๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—„, ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—‹๐—‚๐–ฟ๐—‚๐–ผ๐–พ๐—Œ, ๐–ป๐—…๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ, ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—Œ, ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐— ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐–ฝ๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—‹๐—„๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—€๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—†. "๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐— ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—†๐–พ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ!"
๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐— ๐—‚๐—†๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ป๐—…๐–พ, ๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—†๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—ƒ๐—‚๐—‹๐—ˆ, ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—…๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—’ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—, ๐–บ ๐—๐–พ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐—‹๐—Ž๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—‰๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡. ๐—๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹, ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—’ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—…๐–บ๐—’๐–พ๐—‹, ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—…๐—… ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‡๐—‚๐–บ๐—…, ๐–บ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‚๐—‹ ๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐—‰๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—€๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—…๐—’, ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐–ฟ ๐—€๐—Ž๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฝ.
๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐— ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–พ๐—†๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹. ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Ž๐—‰๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐— ๐—‰๐—‹๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐—’ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—, ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‰๐—…๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—€๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—†๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—‡๐–บ๐—„๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐–ป๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ, ๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‰๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐—๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐–พ๐—†๐–ป๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ.
"๐—†๐—Ž๐—“๐–บ๐—‡," ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—Ž๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‚๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹, ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‚๐—‹ ๐–ป๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐— ๐—…๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—๐—…๐—’ ๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐—„๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹, "๐—‚๐—๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—„๐–บ๐—’. ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž'๐—๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐–พ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—."
๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—€๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐–บ๐—€๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—† ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—‹๐—‚๐–ป๐—…๐—’ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€, ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—†๐–บ๐—…๐—‚๐–ผ๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—’ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–พ๐—Œ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‰๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—…๐—‚๐—‰๐—Œ, ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐—‚๐–บ๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐—’ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰๐—‰๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ. ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—‚๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ, ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‚๐—‹ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ๐—‡'๐— ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‚๐—€๐—‡ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‚๐—‹ ๐—†๐–พ๐—…๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‚๐–ผ๐–พ, ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐— ๐—‚๐— ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ'๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—€๐—€๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐—‚๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—…๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐–ป๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„, ๐—‚๐— ๐—๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ผ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐—’ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐— ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‚๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—†.
๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—’ ๐—‰๐—Ž๐—…๐—…๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐–ผ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹, ๐—‰๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ ๐—„๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐—‚๐—‹, ๐–บ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—†๐–พ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—’ ๐—๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐–ฟ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ๐–ฝ, ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—๐–บ๐—‚๐—… ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—€๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡.
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๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ. ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ'๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ด. ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ.
๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด. ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ. ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด.
๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต, ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ต, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ.
"๐˜ช ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ," ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ. ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ.
๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต. ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด, ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ. ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด, ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต.
"๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ," ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต, ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, "๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ.. ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ."
๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜บ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜จ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด.
๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ด, ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ; "๐˜ช ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ. ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ."
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๐—๐–พ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—†๐–พ๐—†๐–ป๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ. ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—…๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—Œ๐— ๐—€๐—ˆ๐–บ๐—… ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–ผ๐— ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–ป๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—‹๐—Ž๐–พ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ. ๐—๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—€๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐— ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐—†๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐— ๐—†๐–บ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹? ๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐–ฟ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐—‚๐—†, ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ'๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—‹ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—‚๐— ๐—๐—‹๐—Ž๐—…๐—’ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—€๐–บ๐—‡.
๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐— ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—๐—, ๐—†๐—Ž๐—“๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐—‡'๐— ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—…๐—‚๐—“๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐—‹๐—Ž๐—‡๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ, ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐— ๐–ป๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‹๐—Œ๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐–พ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—‡๐—‚๐—๐—’. ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—†๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‚๐–ผ๐–พ ๐–ป๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—„๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ, ๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–พ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ๐— ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐–บ๐— ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ, "๐—…๐–พ๐—๐—Œ ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ."
๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—‡๐—ˆ ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡, ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‹๐—…๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ, ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—†๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐–พ ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—€๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡๐—’ ๐—’๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—Œ. ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—๐—‚๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—… ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—†๐–พ๐—†๐–ป๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฝ, ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€๐—…๐–พ ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐—๐—…๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—…๐–บ๐—๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—’ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—๐— ๐–ผ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—๐—๐—Œ. ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—ˆ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—†๐—Œ, ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐–บ ๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—‰๐—’ ๐—Œ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐–พ, "๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ!"
๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐— ๐—๐–พ ๐—„๐—‡๐–พ๐— ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐— ๐–บ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—‡๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—‰๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ, ๐—๐–พ ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—๐—๐—Œ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—†๐—‰๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—†๐—Œ, ๐–พ๐—†๐–ป๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—๐—…๐—’ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—† ๐—Œ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐—…๐—’ ๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐—‡๐—Œ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—†๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—†๐–บ๐—… ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—…๐–ฟ ๐–ฝ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐–พ ๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž. ๐–บ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—€๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž, ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ป๐–พ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐–พ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—, ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ๐—๐–บ๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‰๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—๐—. ๐—๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹, ๐—๐–พ ๐—‰๐—Ž๐—…๐—…๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ผ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹, ๐—๐—‚๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ ๐–บ๐—€๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—‡๐–พ๐–ผ๐—„, ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐—†๐—Ž๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐—…๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐–บ๐—„๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–ผ๐—๐—ˆ๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ, "๐—‚ ๐–บ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—€๐—‚๐—“๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž." ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‡๐— ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—’ ๐—†๐—Ž๐–ผ๐— ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ, ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡'๐— ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—'๐—Œ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—‚๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ.
๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—€๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—†, ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐—…๐—๐–บ๐—’๐—Œ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ. ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—†๐–พ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐–พ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—†๐—‚๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–บ๐–ฟ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ, ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—†๐—Œ. ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—’ ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐—‡๐—Œ๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–บ๐–ฟ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž, ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—†๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—ˆ๐—…๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐—๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—๐—…๐—’, "๐—‚ ๐—†๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž, ๐—†๐—’ ๐—๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–ป๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ." ๐–บ ๐—€๐–พ๐—‡๐—Ž๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐–พ ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—…๐—‚๐—‰๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—Ž๐—†๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—€๐—‹๐–พ๐–พ๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐—. ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ.
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do you know that panel where the girls are feeding genya and heโ€™s obv flustered? what if his fem!crush was his nurse instead & tended to him? >:00
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เผ„ ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ: ๐—€๐–พ๐—‡๐—’๐–บ ๐—‘ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—†! ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹
เผ„ ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€๐—Œ: ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ! ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐—Ž๐—‰ ๐–ฟ๐—…๐—Ž๐–ฟ๐–ฟ
เผ„ ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ: ๐—‚ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—€๐–พ๐—‡๐—’๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—†, ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—„ ๐—Ž ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Š๐—Ž๐–พ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—†! ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—†๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐— ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ. ๐–บ๐—…๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‡๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐–บ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐— ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—‚ ๐–พ๐—‘๐—‰๐–พ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ. ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‹๐—’ ๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐—‚๐— ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–พ๐—†๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ผ, ๐—‚๐—† ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐—.
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- GENYA
เผ„ poor baby boy, heโ€™d probably be fighting for his life.
เผ„ genya would feel himself wake up, softly groaning as the pain overtook his body all at once. a small curse leaves his lips as he shuffles a bit to put himself in a more comfortable position, hoping that the pain would lull somehow.
เผ„ however, a familiar voice calls his name and his heart nearly stops as he recognizes that sweet sound almost instantly. โ€œgenya-kun?โ€
เผ„ once he realizes who it is, he immediately sits up, pain long forgotten as the embarrassment takes its place. he turns his head to the side, hoping to some kind of god out there that it wasnโ€™t who he was thinking about.
เผ„ but as he locks eyes with the one person he had admired for god knows how long, his words get caught up in his throat as a look of terror crosses his features. when you tilt your head to the side in confusion, staring at him with a raised brow, he forces himself to speak to fill the silence.
เผ„ โ€œw-what are you doing here?โ€ it sounded a bit rude and harsh, which makes genya cringe inwardly at his bluntness. despite that, he knows he meant well. heโ€™s just terribly overwhelmed.
เผ„ โ€œshinobu-chan gave me permission to look after you!โ€ when you smile at him brightly and announce your reasoning, he nearly faints on the spot, his face flushing at the thought of you taking care of him.
เผ„ when he quietly denies the help, explaining how he would be fine, his words are immediately shut down by his crush, who refused to listen to his nonsense. you leave the room before he could say another word, leaving him no choice but to deal with the situation heโ€™s been placed in.
เผ„ the next few days, genya and his three comrades (whom are also recovering) soon find out how many shades of red he can reach. every little thing you do, from changing his bandaids to feeding him, leaves his face steaming as he attempts to pull himself together. when he thinks he canโ€™t blush anymore than he does, you somehow always prove him wrong.
เผ„ conversations arenโ€™t so great either with him. though you start most of your shared talks, it often seems one-sided at first with him giving one-worded answers, his voice shaking. heโ€™s terribly nervous and it doesnโ€™t help that his mind goes blank whenever your melodious voice reaches his ears.
เผ„ with time, though, he does get better at talking. itโ€™s not a big improvement but hey! heโ€™s definitely keeping up with the conversation now and on some days, he even starts it with a simple, โ€œgood morning..โ€ he mostly stays quiet though, so he can hear your voice. it brings him a sense of peace he didnโ€™t know he had.
เผ„ staring has also become a habit heโ€™s picked up since being in your care. yes, he has snuck glances at you in the past whenever he knew your attention was elsewhere, but it had only worsen, his eyes following you almost every second. he just canโ€™t help it.
เผ„ he gets really jealous whenever you tend to someone else, even just for a second. genya especially wants to deck zenitsu on the face whenever his comrade loudly begs for your assistance. the sight of you doting on someone else brings a new level of anger to him as his eye twitches.
เผ„ despite it all, he grows used to your company and finds that whenever you excuse yourself to go elsewhere, he gets lonely. it bums him out even more when he realizes that when he does recover, he wonโ€™t be spending as much time with you. in the process of all this, genya realizes that he had fallen in love with you more than he previously had and he was too far down the rabbit hole to ever escape it.
เผ„ it leaves him insecure, believing that he might be getting his hopes up. a voice in the back of his head silently reminds him that you were simply just doing this cause you were required to. after all, how could someone as beautiful and amazing as you like someone like him?
เผ„ however, his doubts wash away one night when he wakes up to the feeling of movement nearby. groggily, he looks around his bed to find the source of the disturbance but his breath catches in his throat when he sees you sitting on a chair, your figure hunched over the side of the bed, sleeping peacefully. he nearly dies on the spot once he realizes your hand resting on his, his heart thumping loudly against his chest.
เผ„ he thinks about waking you up at first, but stops as he observes your sleeping features, absolutely mesmerized at the sight. though he was certain that you were doing this just to help him recover, a small part of him had hope that during this time youโ€™ve both spent together, there was some kind of connection.
เผ„ with that, a genuine smile escapes his lips at the sight and he decides that for once, heโ€™ll be selfish. selfish with the thought that he might have a chance with someone whom he didnโ€™t deserve.
เผ„ he slowly slid his hand out and placed it on top of yours, lightly squeezing it as he moved a strand of hair from your face with his other hand. genya lays back down and closes his eyes, promising himself that he would do whatever it takes to keep this relationship going, no matter how it ends.
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โœฐ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€: ๐—€๐—‚๐—’๐—Ž๐—Ž, ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡๐—€๐—ˆ๐—„๐—Ž, ๐—Œ๐–บ๐–ป๐—‚๐—๐—ˆ, & ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—‡๐–พ๐—†๐—‚ ๐—‘ ๐—€๐—‡! ๐—Œ/๐—ˆ
โœฐ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€: ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ! ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ
โœฐ ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ: ๐—†๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‹๐—Œ๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐–พ ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Œ๐–บ๐–ป๐—‚๐—๐—ˆ,, ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‹๐—’ ๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—’'๐—‹๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ผ! ๐—‚ ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‚๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—‚ ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐—€๐–พ๐— ๐–ป๐–พ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐–พ. ๐—‰๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐–พ๐—‡๐—ƒ๐—ˆ๐—’! โ™ก
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โœฐ ๐—€๐—‚๐—’๐—Ž๐—Ž'๐—Œ ๐–พ๐—‘๐—‰๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ๐—๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‰๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Š๐—Ž๐–พ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—Œ๐–พ๐—…๐–ฟ.
โœฐ ๐–บ๐— ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‹๐—Œ๐—, ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—Š๐—Ž๐–พ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ๐— ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—Ž๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ ๐–บ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ; ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐–บ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—…๐–ฟ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ๐–พ? ๐—†๐–บ๐—’๐–ป๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—…๐—Ž๐—‹๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‡๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ๐—‡'๐— ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ๐–พ? ๐—ˆ๐— ๐—€๐—ˆ๐–ฝ, ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐–พ๐—‹? ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—๐— ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ๐—‡'๐— ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐–พ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐–พ๐—…๐–ฝ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹๐—…๐—’๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐–บ๐—“๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐–ฟ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ ๐–บ๐— ๐–บ๐—‡๐—’ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ..
โœฐ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—‚๐—†๐—†๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—’ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—’๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ, ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐—๐—…๐—’ ๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‹๐—’. ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐–พ, ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—€๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—…๐—’ ๐—๐—Ž๐—€ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—…๐–พ๐–พ๐—๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‚, ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐–บ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—‰๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—๐—, "๐—๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—„๐–บ, ๐—‚๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž. ๐—‚ ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‚๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—‚๐—๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—†๐—’ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—‡๐–พ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐— ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‡๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ๐–พ๐—Œ."
โœฐ ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—…๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–พ๐—†๐–ป๐–บ๐—‹๐–บ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐—Ž๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—€๐–พ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—€๐—๐—, ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—†๐—‰๐—…๐—’ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ. ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐— ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—†๐—‰๐—…๐–พ ๐–บ๐—€๐—‹๐–พ๐–พ๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐—…๐–พ๐–ฟ๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—…๐—‚๐—‰๐—Œ, ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—…๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—…๐–บ๐—‘ ๐—Ž๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€, ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—…๐— ๐—†๐—Ž๐–ผ๐— ๐–ป๐–พ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–บ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—๐—Ž๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡.
โœฐ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Š๐—Ž๐–พ๐—Œ๐—, ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ๐–ป๐—‚๐—…๐—‚๐—๐—’, ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐— ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—€๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐–บ๐— ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ. ๐—๐–พ ๐—…๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—…๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐–พ๐—…๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—€๐–พ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ.
โœฐ ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—€๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—…๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐—Š๐—Ž๐—‚๐–พ๐—๐—…๐—’ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‹๐–พ๐–ผ๐—๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—†๐—‚๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—„๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—€๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐–พ, ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—๐—…๐—’ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’, ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‚๐—†๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ. ๐—€๐—‚๐—’๐—Ž๐—Ž ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—€๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐— ๐–บ๐— ๐—ˆ๐–ป๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€, ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—Š๐—Ž๐—‚๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‰๐—‚๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—Ž๐—‰ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡๐—€๐—๐—๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—„๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—Œ, ๐—๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐— ๐—€๐—Ž๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐—„๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐—Ž๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€.
โœฐ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‡๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—Œ๐— ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž, ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—† ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—’ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—. ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‰๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—, ๐—๐–พ ๐–บ๐—…๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‡๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—€๐—Ž๐—๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—…๐—‚๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ, ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—๐–พ'๐—…๐—… ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—… ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‹๐—Ž๐—๐— ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—€๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—’ ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ป๐—…๐–พ, ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐— ๐—‚๐— ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐–บ ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐—๐—…๐–พ ๐–ป๐—…๐—Ž๐—‡๐— ๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—Œ.
โœฐ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–ผ๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐–บ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—, ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—„ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—’๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐–บ ๐—€๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡, ๐–บ๐–ป๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—Ž๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—’ ๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—… ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐—๐—๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐–ป๐—…๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž, "๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข! ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ช ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ?"
โœฐ ๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—’๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—…๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ, ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐–บ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‰๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ๐–พ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ, ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‚๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐—, "๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต," ๐—๐–พ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–บ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐—, ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—†๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐–ป๐—…๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐–ฝ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐—„๐—Œ, "๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ."
โœฐ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—€๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—€๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—Ž๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡, ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐–บ๐—„๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—Œ, ๐—†๐–บ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐— ๐—Œ๐—„๐—‚๐—‰ ๐–บ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–บ๐—, "๐˜ช ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ!" ๐—๐–พ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—†๐—‰๐—…๐–พ ๐—๐—Ž๐—† ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‡, ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐— ๐—†๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—’ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐—‰๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—Œ ๐—€๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—…๐—’, ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—†๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—Œ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–บ๐—… ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‚๐–ผ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ.
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โœฐ ๐—๐–พ'๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—ˆ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–บ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—, ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—‰๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—’ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‹๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—…๐–พ ๐—‚๐—. ๐—Œ๐–บ๐–ป๐—‚๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐—๐—…๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—Œ๐— ๐–บ๐— ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‹๐—Œ๐— ๐–บ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—‚๐—, ๐–ผ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ๐—‡'๐— ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–บ๐–ป๐—…๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—…๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐— ๐—๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐–ป๐—…๐–พ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ.
โœฐ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–พ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—, ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—†๐—‰๐—…๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—… ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—…-๐–ป๐–พ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€, ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—‹๐—‚๐–ฟ๐—‚๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—๐— ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—†๐—‰๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐—๐–บ๐—„๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐—๐–บ๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—๐—‚๐—†. ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—Ž๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’, ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐–บ ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐—๐—…๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–ผ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐— ๐—Œ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐–พ ๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡๐— ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–พ๐—† ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‡๐—’, ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—†๐—Œ ๐—Ž๐—‰ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–บ, ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐— ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—…๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—€๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—’๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐—Ž'๐—…๐—… ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–บ๐–ฟ๐–พ ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—๐–บ๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž.
โœฐ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—€๐—‹๐–พ๐–พ, ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐—…๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—‡'๐— ๐–ป๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—๐— ๐—Ž๐—‰ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—€๐—€๐–พ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‹๐—Œ๐— ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ. ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐— ๐—Œ๐–บ๐–ป๐—‚๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐–ฟ, ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€, ๐–บ ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐–บ๐—‰๐—‰๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—Œ, ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—…๐—… ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—‹๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—‡๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡.
โœฐ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—…๐–พ ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‡๐— ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—„ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ, ๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐–บ๐—‡๐–พ๐—…๐—’ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐–ผ๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€, ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—…๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—‰๐—Ž๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐–พ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—๐—Ž๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡. ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐— ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—…๐–บ๐—’ ๐—‚๐— ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡, ๐—‚๐— ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—Œ๐— ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—…๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐— ๐—‹๐—Ž๐–ฝ๐–พ. ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–พ๐—‰ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—…; "(๐˜บ/๐˜ฏ), ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ต, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ."
โœฐ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—…๐–พ ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—‡๐—ˆ ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐—„ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—’๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€, ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—…๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐–บ ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐—๐—…๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—„๐–พ, ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—‹๐—‚๐–ป๐—…๐—’. ๐—‹๐–พ๐—€๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—†๐–พ๐—‹๐–ผ๐—’, ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€๐—Œ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‡๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—’ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐— ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—†๐–บ๐—“๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ๐—€๐—‚๐—…๐—‚๐—๐—’ ๐—†๐–บ๐—„๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—‚๐— ๐–บ๐—…๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐— ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐–ผ๐—Ž๐—…๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—„๐—‚๐—…๐—….
โœฐ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ป๐–พ๐—…๐—‚๐–พ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž'๐—‹๐–พ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—‚๐—†๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ๐— ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‹๐—Œ๐— ๐–ฝ๐—Ž๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€, ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐–บ๐–ป๐—‚๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐—๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ, ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—†๐–บ๐—…๐—…, ๐—’๐–พ๐— ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐–พ ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ, ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐–ป๐—๐—Œ ๐—Š๐—Ž๐—‚๐–ผ๐—„๐—…๐—’ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ๐— ๐–บ๐—๐–บ๐—’ ๐—Ž๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–พ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐—‚๐–บ๐—‹ ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ; "๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ'๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ." ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—…๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐— ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—… ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‚๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—€๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐—, "๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ, ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜บ."
โœฐ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ, ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ ๐–บ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—Ž๐—…๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—…๐—’ ๐–พ๐—‘๐—‚๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—„๐—‡๐–พ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹๐—…๐—’ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—Œ๐–พ๐—…๐–ฟ ๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐—‚๐— ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—†๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—๐—Ž๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—‡๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐–ป๐—’. ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ, ๐—Œ๐–บ๐–ป๐—‚๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—†๐–บ๐—„๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ ๐—๐–พ'๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—’ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐—’ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—๐—Ž๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—€๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–บ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—…๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ ๐—‡๐—ˆ ๐—†๐–พ๐—‹๐–ผ๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—’๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ-- ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐–ฟ, ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐–ผ๐— ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—‡๐—‚๐—๐—’ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ.
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โœฐ ๐—‡๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐–ป๐— ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‡๐—‚๐–บ๐—… ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡! ๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—’ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—, ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ป๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐–ป๐–พ๐— ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—†๐—‰๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–พ๐—, ๐—๐—Ž๐—€๐—€๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—€๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—…๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐— ๐—‚๐—†๐—†๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—’ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐–ป๐—‚๐—€ ๐—€๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—†๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ. ๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—’๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—†๐—Œ๐–พ๐—…๐—๐–พ๐—Œ, ๐—๐—๐—’ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–พ๐—‘๐–ผ๐–พ๐—‰๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡?
โœฐ ๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐–บ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—„๐—„๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐— ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‹๐—Œ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—‰ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—€๐—‹๐—‚๐—‰ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐–พ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—‚๐—. ๐—„๐—’๐—ˆ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—’ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—’ ๐–บ๐— ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‹๐—Œ๐—, ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐–บ๐—… ๐—Œ๐—„๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐—Œ ๐—‡๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—‰ ๐—€๐–พ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‹๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐–ผ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ; ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—†, ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€๐—Œ, ๐–ป๐–บ๐—…๐–บ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ, ๐–พ๐—๐–ผ. ๐—Œ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐—…๐—’, ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—€๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐—‹๐—ˆ๐— ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—… ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ, ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐—‚๐–บ๐—‹๐—‚๐—“๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—‚๐— ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ป๐—…๐–พ.
โœฐ ๐—„๐—’๐—ˆ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—ˆ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐—Ž๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐–บ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ผ๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–บ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—…๐–พ, ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–พ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐— ๐–พ๐—‘๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐—†๐–พ๐—…๐—’ ๐—‡๐–พ๐–ผ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—‹๐—’ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—†๐–บ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‡๐–พ๐—‘๐— ๐—…๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—…. ๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—…๐—‚๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—‚๐—๐—Œ ๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‡ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐—„๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐–บ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ผ๐—Œ ๐–ฝ๐—‹๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ.
โœฐ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—€๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—‰๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ, ๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡๐–ผ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–ป๐—…๐—’ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž. ๐—‡๐—ˆ ๐—†๐–บ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—ˆ๐— ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡๐—’ ๐—†๐—‚๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—„๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—†๐–บ๐—„๐–พ, ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง ๐—…๐–บ๐—Œ๐— ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—๐—๐—Œ ๐–บ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€. ๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—† ๐—Œ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—’ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—Œ๐–พ๐—…๐–ฟ ๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—…๐—‚๐—‰-๐—Ž๐—‰; "๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ!"
โœฐ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—‡, ๐—„๐—’๐—ˆ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—ˆ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’ ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‰๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐—‚๐—๐–พ! ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐— ๐–บ๐—…๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐— ๐—‚๐—†๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ป๐—…๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐–ป๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—Œ๐–พ๐—…๐–ฟ ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—๐—๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—€๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Ž๐—‰ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐–บ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž. ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐–บ ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐—Ž๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—€๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‡๐— ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–บ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‰๐—…๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐—๐—ˆ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‹๐–พ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡. ๐—‚๐— ๐—๐—‹๐—Ž๐—…๐—’ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—‡๐–พ๐—‘๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ, ๐–พ๐–บ๐—€๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‰๐–บ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–พ๐—‘๐—‰๐–พ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ; "๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, (๐˜บ/๐˜ฏ)! ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด!"
โœฐ ๐—๐–พ'๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—…๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‰๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ผ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—Ž๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Š๐—Ž๐–พ๐—Œ๐—. ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐–บ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—Ž๐—€ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐— ๐—„๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ, ๐—๐–พ'๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐— ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐–บ๐—€๐–พ๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—Œ, ๐–พ๐—…๐—‚๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–พ๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐—‚๐—…๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—†๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‹๐—; "๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ, ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด. ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ!"
โœฐ ๐–บ๐–ฟ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—‰๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐–พ๐—Œ, ๐–พ๐—‘๐—‰๐–พ๐–ผ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ผ๐–พ๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—„๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐— ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—„! ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—๐— ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–พ๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ๐—€๐–พ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹, ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—Ž๐—‹๐–บ๐—‡๐— ๐—‡๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐–ป๐—’ ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—†๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ, ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐–พ๐—‡๐—‚๐—Œ๐— ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐— ๐–พ๐—‡๐–พ๐—‹๐—€๐—’. ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—Œ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐–พ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–ผ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐–ฟ ๐–พ๐—‡๐—ƒ๐—ˆ๐—’ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐–ฝ๐—…๐—’, ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—…๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—…๐—’ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—€๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—†๐–บ๐—“๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—„๐—’๐—ˆ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—ˆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—’.
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โœฐ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—…๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‰๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐–บ๐—‡๐—’ ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—†, ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐— ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‡๐— ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—’ ๐—‚๐— ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐–ฝ. ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‡๐— ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—‰๐—Ž๐— ๐—Ž๐—‰ ๐—†๐—Ž๐–ผ๐— ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–บ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—, ๐—๐—‹๐—’๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐—Œ๐–พ๐—…๐–ฟ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—‚๐— ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ๐—‡๐— ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—…๐–ฟ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐–บ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—๐—’. ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—‡๐–พ๐—†๐—‚ ๐–บ๐—€๐—‹๐–พ๐–พ๐—Œ, ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐—†๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—Œ๐— ๐—๐—Ž๐–ฟ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–พ๐—Œ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‰๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—…๐—‚๐—‰๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ, "๐—๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—."
โœฐ ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—ˆ๐–ป๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹๐—๐–พ๐—‹, ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—„ ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡๐—€๐—๐—๐—Œ. ๐–ป๐–พ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ, ๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—€๐–พ๐— ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—†๐–พ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—‚๐–ฝ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—„๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—Œ; "๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต."
โœฐ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‰๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—, ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—‡๐–พ๐—†๐—‚ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‡๐— ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—…๐—๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—‚๐— ๐—‚๐—Œ -- ๐—๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—‰๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ ๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐— ๐–ฟ๐—…๐–บ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—†๐–บ๐—’ ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–ฝ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€. ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‰๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€๐—…๐—’, ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—Š๐—Ž๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐— ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—๐— ๐—‰๐—๐—’๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ผ๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–ป๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’, ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—‚๐—๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐— ๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‡ ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ.
โœฐ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹, ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—€๐–พ๐— ๐–บ ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐—๐—…๐–พ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—๐–บ๐—’ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—‰๐—๐—’๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ผ๐–บ๐—… ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—†๐—Œ, ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—€๐–พ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡๐—€๐—๐—. ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—‡๐–พ๐—†๐—‚ ๐—†๐–บ๐—’ ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–ผ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐–บ ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐—๐—…๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐— ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—‰๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—‰๐–บ๐—Œ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—…๐—‚๐—†๐—‚๐—๐—Œ. ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ ๐–บ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‡๐— ๐—†๐–พ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐—, ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐–ผ๐—‚๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–บ ๐—†๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ, ๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—๐—…๐—’ ๐—‹๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ, ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐— ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–บ๐—†๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—‡๐–บ๐—… ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‡๐—‚๐–ผ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐–ป๐–ป๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ๐—; "๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ต, ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ?"
โœฐ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ป๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐— ๐–บ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—๐—Ž๐–ฝ๐–พ, ๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—Š๐—Ž๐—‚๐–ผ๐—„๐—…๐—’ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—๐–ผ๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ผ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐—’ ๐–พ๐—†๐—‚๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐–ฟ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž, ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—๐—‚๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐— ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—…๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐— ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—๐—‚๐—…๐–พ. ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—…๐—, ๐—๐–พ ๐–บ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—†๐—‰๐—๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—…๐—’ ๐—๐–บ๐—’ ๐—๐–พ ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—๐–บ๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž, ๐—๐—‹๐—’๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐—…๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐–ผ๐—‹๐–พ๐–พ๐—‰๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐—„๐—Œ; "๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ," ๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–พ๐—… ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—‰๐—‚๐–พ๐—‹๐–ผ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—€๐–บ๐—“๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐–ป๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—†, ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—…๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—…๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ, "๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ.. ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜บ."
โœฐ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‰๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–บ๐—… ๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—๐—… ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ, ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž, ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐–บ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ. ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—’ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐—…๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐—Ž๐—‰ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–พ๐—‘๐–ผ๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐—Ž๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–พ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—‚๐—†๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ, ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—†๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—Œ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‡๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—†๐—‰ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—Ž๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‡๐–พ๐—, ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—€๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—…๐–พ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–ป๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐–บ ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ ๐—ƒ๐—ˆ๐–ป. ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–พ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—€๐—‹๐—ˆ๐— ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—…๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–บ ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐—…๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—… ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—‰๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‰๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—๐–พ ๐—‡๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—„๐—‡๐–พ๐— ๐—๐–พ ๐—‡๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–ฝ.
โœฐ ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‡๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐—„๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡/๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹, ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—†. ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐—‹๐–บ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—ˆ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ๐—„ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ๐—๐–พ ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‹๐—Œ๐— ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ. ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐–ฟ, ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐–บ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—๐—’ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Ž๐—‰๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐— ๐—‰๐—‹๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐—’ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐–บ๐—…๐—๐–บ๐—’๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—, ๐—‡๐—ˆ ๐—†๐–บ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡; "๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ. ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต?" ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—‹๐—’ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ๐—, ๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—†๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—€๐—…๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—’, "๐˜ช ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ."
โœฐ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ, ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—‡๐–พ๐—†๐—‚ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž, ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—†๐—Ž๐–ผ๐— ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—‰ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Š๐—Ž๐–พ๐—Œ๐—. ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐—€๐—…๐—’ ๐—†๐–บ๐—„๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—’ ๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—Ž๐—…๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—‰ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–บ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐—๐—Œ ๐–บ๐— ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—.
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โฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐ซ๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ:
โœฆ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐ก๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ, ๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐ฌ
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โฅ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ฌ + ๐ก๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ž๐จ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญโ—
โฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ค๐ง๐ฒ/๐๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ง ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ๐ž๐ซ. ๐ข ๐š๐ฌ๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐ž ๐ฉ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐š ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐จ๐จ๐œ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐žโ—
โฅ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก
โฅ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ž. ๐ข ๐š๐ฆ ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ž๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค ๐จ๐ง ๐š ๐ซ๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข ๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ž. ๐ข๐ง ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ, ๐ข๐ฆ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐œ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ญ. ๐ข ๐š๐ฉ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ข๐ณ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐š๐๐ฏ๐š๐ง๐œ๐žโ—
โฅ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฌ๐ค ๐›๐จ๐ฑ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐›๐ž ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ซ๐๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง.
โฅ ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ ๐ซ๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ก๐š๐ง๐. ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ, ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ข๐ญ ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ-๐ง๐ž๐ฎ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ฅ. :)
โฅ ๐ข ๐๐จ๐งโœ๐ญ ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐จ๐œ/๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฉ/๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ ๐ซ๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ. ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ -- ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ค๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ-๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ ๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐ .
โฅ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ง๐ฌ๐Ÿ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐œ๐œ๐ž๐ฉ๐ญ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐žโ— ๐ข๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ซ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ, ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž.
โฅ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ž ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ ๐›๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ญโ— ๐ข๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ . โ™ก
โฅ ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐š๐œ๐œ๐ž๐ฉ๐ญ:
โœฆ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ
โœฆ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ
โœฆ ๐ฒ๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐žย 
โœฆ ๐œ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐š๐ฎโœ๐ฌ [๐ฌ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ, ๐œ๐š๐Ÿ๐ž, ๐ž๐ญ๐œ.]
โฅ ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐š๐œ๐œ๐ž๐ฉ๐ญ:
โœฆ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐œ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฑย 
โœฆ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ ๐š๐›๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž/๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐š๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ
โœฆ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ๐ข๐œ๐ฌ [๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐–๐ˆ๐‹๐‹ ๐›๐ž ๐š๐ ๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ]ย 
โœฆ ๐ง๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐šย 
โœฆ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐›๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ฌย 
โœฆ ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ
โฅ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ซ๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐›๐ž ๐๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐งโ—
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