𝒱𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑒𝒾 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒾 𝓁𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝑒 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾 𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓏𝒾𝑜 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝓊𝒾 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝒾 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝑒𝓇𝑜, 𝒹𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑜 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒶̀ 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓂𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓋𝒶𝓉𝒶 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓏𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒.
𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒̀ 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑜, 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝒷𝒷𝒾𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓈𝑜𝑔𝓃𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓁 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒾𝑜, 𝒹𝒾 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝒶 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒶 𝒹𝒾 𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜, 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑜.
𝒬𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜 𝑒́ 𝓊𝓃 𝓁𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝒶 𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶, 𝓂𝒶 𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓇𝓁𝑜, 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒̀ 𝓁𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓊𝓈𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑜 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒶̀ 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓋𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓈𝒶.©