#hes such a vile human being <333< /div>
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so-i-macedup-abit · 5 months ago
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the bird hath taught me the way.
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crusty old man will now live in my brain
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bonus turbo ver of first pic below vvv
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prince-steele · 6 months ago
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for oc ask game â­ïžđŸŒˆđŸŽ‰đŸ–
⭐ Tell us about your favourite OCs!
AAAAA ok so recently I've been Obsessed with my open original species I made, SYNTHS! *infographic here
Here's some of my favourites, and some little character profiles ab them 😊
🧿 SHIMMER
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Shimmer is interesting bc I actually have two canons for her! I originally made her as a demaverse OC but I also have an original story for her that I'm creating with @silkysong <3
🌈 Shimmer is bisexual and A Creature first and foremost. Gender is incredibly incedental to her and her pronouns are She/It.
DEMA STORYLINE
☆ Shimmer is a Bounty Hunter ("Compound Representitive") in Dema who works off the books to capture escapees and bring them home. Synths are not allowed to hold positions of power in Dema so she tries to clutch it wherever she can.
☆ Due to the suppression that her society forces upon her, she despises humans and sees the presence of humanity in her biology as a defect. She works with a shady doctor (owned by @polarized-disguise ) who does strange genetic experiments on her to try and suppress that human part of her.
☆ She's very isolated and closed off, and doesn't like to open her heart to anyone. She only cares for her brother, Skye, who is the only person she respects at the start of her story. Over the course of it, she meets Iona (owned by @silkysong ) who troublemakes her way into a begruding Shimmer's life.
ORIGINAL STORY
☆ Similar to above, Shimmer is a representative of a power station in a small town, of which has far too much influence and power over its citizens.
☆ She has intense romantic tension with Iona who she begrudgingly begins to befriend over the course of the story.
☆ Female Rage Incarnate <333
đŸ©” SKYE
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I literally only have recent photos of him and Shimmer together MFMSKD do not separate!!!
🌈 Skye is pansexual!
♡ Skye is a club owner in Dema who puts up a front as an empty headed, vacuous party boy but he secretly hides depth under his charming veneer. He aids the banditos by arranging escapes and supply drops, and tries his best to inspire FREE WILL into others, and encourages them to make their own decisions, whatever they may be.
♡ He and his sister oppose intensely in ideology but love each other deeply because they're all each other have really had for so long. Both of them think what the other is doing is dangerous, but would support each other in an instant if things were dire.
♡ He's constantly haunted by the fact that, due to being a Synth, he will never truly be able to connect with other humans. He often feels lonely and like a ghost, putting up a front to try and get through life. Where this instilled a deep longing in him, it prevented his sister from forming empathy.
♡ He's just a sincerely kind person :) <3
🩭 AQUAMARINE
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Pictured: Ultrababy of forever
🌈 Nonbiney creature. She/They
◇ Aquamarine is a young plucky turquoise synth that loves to play and draw.
◇ She was plucked out of her life - from school, from her home and all she knew - and placed in an Incarceration Compound... To guard and monitor an unstable Empty Synth, 199 (owned by @silkysong ). She, despite her diminutive size, is physically very strong and good at helping calm others emotions, which is why she was selected.
◇ She's exposed to horrors beyond her comprehension and is forced into a role of responsibility that she should never have been given, but despite it all she loves her job and 199 and would never trade him for anything. She's selectively mute and chooses to sign her words!
⚔ BLADES
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HORRIBLE vile stinky man. art by the lovely silkysong <3
🌈 He's into anyone he can use to further his nasty little agendas
♀ Blades is another Compound Representitive that works in Dema alongside Shimmer. He's soooooo sucks <3 He very rarely actually does his job, instead choosing to hole up in his living quarters and do absolutely nothing to help Shimmer. He only makes a move when he absolutely has to, or if he has something to gain by doing so.
♀ He actually does the exact opposite of his job, distributing banned material to the inmates of the compound in exchange for "favours" or high prices. He's selfish and opportunistic, and is allergic to any form of responsibility for anything.
♀ He essentially never truly formed connections with others due to isolation, and therefore doesn't really have a working concept of love or empathy for others. This leads him to do terrible, irredeemable things, and hurt people who could possibly save him from himself.
â€ïžâ€đŸ”„ AEFRID
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One of my NPCs from my DNDema campaign! She's so awesomes...
🌈 Aefrid probably likes women but she hasn't really thought about it
♡ Aefrid is a young, elite vialist priest who works directly under the bishops in the main towers. She is part of a secret experiment which attempts to strip synths of their autonomy and steal their augmentations, in her case, pyromancy.
♡ She is immature and overconfident due to being told how amazing and elite she is her entire life, and she fully believed her own hype. However, when she was finally faced with conflict from a source outside her sect, she IMMEDIATELY had her ass handed to her, and was dismissed from the sect.
♡ She has a deep bond with her sister, Maeve (Staunch vialist but with a warriors spirit - I also love her but dont have her art yet), who always tried to keep her feet on the ground, however, these lessons never really permeated.
♡ When Maeve was defeated, Aefrid jumped to save her from death and was mortally injured herself. The party members decided to save her, to which Maeve, who is a warrior above all, pledged her debt to. Aefrid is Resentful and Furious that Maeve would EVER help them and doesn't understand why her life is valued this much. She's currently very begrudgingly being sent to Trench so she and Maeve aren't hunted down and Glorious Gone'd.
đŸș FENRIR & đŸ«Ž ANTHELION
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These two r actually the cutest... I love them so dearly. Or should I say deerly B)
🌈 Fen is bisexual and Anthelion likes Fenrir :3 Fen is He/Him and Anthelion is They/Them
☆ Fenrir is another vialist priest in the same sect as Aefrid and Maeve. He is, however, completely unimpressed by the role and only got there because he scored incredibly high in all of his aptitude tests. He feels immense pressure from his family, his city and the Bishops to persue his intelligence and somehow ended up in with the Elites.
☆ He's a reliable, intelligent person that deeply cares about others despite his flat affect. He often guards himself because he doesn't believe in the teachings of Vialism, however he's in an Elite Sect within the church where any known dissent would lead to immediate death so he just keeps up airs despite being resentful of the entire practice.
☆ He longs to be free and immerse himself in Trench. He almost escaped a few times but always had second thoughts and returned to the towers every time... Until he both realised the horrible things they wete doing to synths through his new friend (and crush) Anthelion, along with meeting again with his old schoolmate (and crush) 199, who helped inspire him to fight back and leave the sect.
♧ Anthelion is a tender loving person who has not had much exposure to the world, due to being a Generation 3 synth. They were created as a purposed synth to be used in the experiments by the sect, and their abilities are related to Decay and Rot. Their focus is on plants, where their abilities allow them (and Fenrir when they are interlinked thru psychokinesis) to cause plants to decay instantly, and bloom again from the nutrient rich soil. People often mistake their abilities for controlling Plants when they really control the rate of decay and bloom within those plants.
♧ They and Fenrir are deeply tied to one another, due to the fact they were the only ones who treated each other with kindness and understanding while both were trapped within the towers. They trust and rely on each other to protect one another, and have spent a lot of time in each others minds bc of the psychokinesis, so they know each other very well.
♧ Anthelion is neurologically disabled! They have a speech impediment and have slowed reactions, and they need some extra help sometimes to understand the intentions of others, especially when they are bad ones.
BONUS QUESTIONS
🎉 Which one has the most growth over the course of their story?
I feel like they all have similar amounts of growth, be it progression or regression, but I think I've worked on Shimmer the most out of all of them!
🖍 CAN PEOPLE DRAW YOUR OCS? <3
YEAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS
(others ocs and art owned by @silkysong and @polarized-disguise )
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sips-tea-cutely · 3 years ago
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Atsushi, Dazai, and Chuuya with a s/o who is v into physical affection? Like they're always hugging or kissing them?
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Physically Affectionate S/O
a/n: GUYS IM NOT A DAZAI SLANDERER ITS JUST FROM MY OWN DAZAI KINNIE THOUGHTS 💔💔💔💔
atsushi nakajima, osamu dazai, chƫya nakahara
@chuuyas--boo <3
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#Atsushi Nakajima
tbh he’d be a little uncomfortable with it at first :(
its not cause touching is a nono for him he’s just a little unnerved from when the orphan director hammered his foot so yea 💔💔
BUT, after getting used to it and atsushi being reassured that the director was gone and even so, still deeply cared for atsushi, HE’D BE SUPER INTO IT <333
god almighty, please DO hug and reassure him, he’d be so grateful <33
oh god tho, no matter how close you two are, DO NOT surprise cuddle him or any surprise affection of that sorts. despite being pretty soft, hes still an agency member and is always on guard.
i feel like at least once, atsushi was chatting with the you and kyoka and then dazai snuck up to surprise his lil subordinate and got a black eye
its ok he deserved it/j
IDSKDJDNDN anyways omg, he’d love all the affection you’d give him and would always try his best to reciprocate
HE’D ALWAYS ASK FOR CONSENT TOO UUDHSHSJSJ
“*taps shoulder* hi s/o, can i kiss you :0? <3”
in private tho, while he’s drifting to sleep, he’d be wondering ‘am i really deserving to be loved by them? im no good at all, not good enough for them, not good enough to help anyone at all.’
plz do reassure him!! even if it doesn’t get all the intrusive thoughts away, it’d lessen them to the point that he feels that he is allowed to love you and is allowed to be touched and kissed by someone as kind as you <33
#Osamu Dazai
UGH, you’re too adorable for your own good <333
no matter what he’s doing— even if he’s with a government diplomat or interviewing a serial bomber, he’d always return the affection tenfold (bonus if the person he’s with is uncomfy)/HJ
would probably get harassed by kunikida for showing too much PDA in the workplace
“what, kunikida? am i not allowed to kiss and hug my darling s/o? 🙁🙁🙁” “dazai, you were fondling their ass. what do you mean kiss.”
okay but seriously, he’d be so touched that someone as sweet as you would want to give your affections and love to him out of all people
would probably cry about it at night, you’re way too gentle to someone as unforgivably disgusting and vile as him.
‘s/o, they’re so kind, too kind. why would they love me? ive ruined so many peoples’ lives, why would i be rewarded with unconditional love— especially love from them?’
if eventually you’d move in together, expect him to never give you any space. it is a MUST now for you to be on his chest or him on yours. it’s something so plain and simple, but to him, it’s almost like a lifeline. without you—no, he could never imagine how miserable he’d be without your love.
#Chuuya Nakahara
love? yes please!! <33
honestly, he’d just accept them. at first, he’d be a lil uneasy considering his ability. but eventually he’d come around and be much much more affectionate when receiving them <333 (snuggling into your shoulder, grabbing your waist, etc.)
still though, he needs to keep his rep as the scary vessel of arahabaki and would threaten anyone who saw his sweet, almost childlike smile at his s/o
“did my little brother find love? how sweet~
” “verlaine, i swear to fucking god if you tell anyone you saw that 🙁🙁”
is so touch starved, please oh god kiss him, he really needs it. would probably depends on when you met him; he wouldn’t accept love as great as he would in his adulthood when he was 15-16 cause of ykyk

honestly, physical touch isnt rlly his love language, moreso affirmation and giving gifts but if it’s what his s/o wants then, it’s what they’ll fucking get ‌‌‌ we slay a malewife
i feel like he’d have lots of sleepless nights thinking about whether or not he is the real, human chuuya nakahara or the one that’s 2400 lines of code.
but when he met you, those nights lessened and were replaced with thoughts such as kissing ur cute lil forehead and the moments in life that made him really happy that he was born.
still tho, he thinks you wouldn’t wanna be with a guy who’s record is everyone he cared for dying or leaving haha jk
 ‘what if one day, they decide, they dont want to be with someone who doesn’t even have a family? eugh, i wouldnt blame ‘em if they thought so
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these thoughts would always disappear the moment he saw you curl up on his side, clutching his shirt. dear lord, how could you get even cuter? sure, his life mightve been hell on earth but, if this was what it would come to, he’d do it a hundred times over.
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sunkissedchldrecon · 3 years ago
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đ‘·đ‘ș𝒀đ‘Ș𝑯𝑬 (𝟏𝟔) đ‘°đ‘”đ‘»đ‘Źđ‘čđ‘·đ‘čđ‘Źđ‘»đ‘šđ‘»đ‘°đ‘¶đ‘”
dedicated to @kune10 for chosing the asteroid + being an amazing follower <333
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𝒊. đ‘«đ‘Źđ‘­đ‘°đ‘”đ‘°đ‘»đ‘°đ‘¶đ‘” & đ‘»đ‘Żđ‘Ź đ‘șđ‘»đ‘¶đ‘č𝒀 đ‘¶đ‘­ đ‘·đ‘ș𝒀đ‘Ș𝑯𝑬
the traditional meaning of psyche deals with the human soul, mind, and spirit. as opposed to our physical bodies, the psyche is our center of thought. it creates who we are and what we believe.
in greek mythology, Psyche was a mortal princess who was said to have the beauty of a goddess. humans admired her beauty so much so that they compared her to Aphrodite and even started to worship her over the traditional goddess of beauty. angered, Aphrodite told her son, Eros (also known as Cupid), to make Psyche fall in love with the most vile, horrendous man possible; upon visiting Psyche, Eros fell in love with her and wanted to shield her from his mother's punishment. eventually, Psyche was brought to Eros' palace, and he told her that she could not see his face. after being egged on by her sisters, Psyche took an oil candle to his room in the dark of night and woke Eros; she was caught disobeying the one rule he placed. Aphrodite made Psyche face four trials. she passed most of them with relative ease, but the last trial led to her death as she opened a box of Persephone's beauty that contained the essence of death. touched by her sorrow, Eros saved her life and took her to Mount Olympus where she became the goddess of the soul. Psyche and Eros went on to have a child named Hedone, the goddess of physical joy.
when i think of this asteroid, i think of what the soul wants. what it craves to achieve and experience. it also reminds me of selflessness.
what is something you care about so much that you'd be willing to give your life up for it?
what is something you care about so much that you can't live without it?
☌ ✧ ☌ ✧ ☌ ✧ ☌ ✧ ☌ ✧ ☌ ✧ ☌ ✧ ☌ ✧ ☌ ✧ ☌ ✧
𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒓: 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 / 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.
𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍'𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 / 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔. 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚. 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒔.
𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 đ’”đ’‘đ’đ’–đ’”ïżœïżœ.
☌ ✧ ☌ ✧ ☌ ✧ ☌ ✧ ☌ ✧ ☌ ✧ ☌ ✧ ☌ ✧ ☌ ✧ ☌ ✧
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𝒊𝒊. đ‘Șđ‘¶đ‘«đ‘Ź / đ‘”đ‘Œđ‘Žđ‘Źđ‘čđ‘¶đ‘łđ‘¶đ‘źđ’€
1 and 6
the number 1/11/111 represents new beginnings and power.
the number 6/66/666 is a reminder to sit back and reflect on yourself. it's a warning that one is distracted and needs to refocus their attention on the more important things.
in her story, Psyche was pulled from the happiness of her life with Eros because her sisters told her that she needed to see his face. Psyche was already blessed with a great home and being saved from Aphrodite's original wrath, but outsiders led her to a more difficult route that she never had to go towards.
in one's birth chart, this could represent a place where you could gain power and satisfaction, but people tend to lead you away from it because they believe they know what's better for you. your soul and you know what it wants. others can't forge that path for you.
7
the number 7/77/777 indicates luck and incoming blessings.
when i think of the asteroid psyche being connected to the number 7, i think of the life path number. life path seven is associated with dreamers. there's an innate insight into the more hidden parts of the world. there's also a major focus on the meaning of one's life - what drives them to keep going when there's seemingly no reason to.
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𝒊𝒊𝒊. đ‘·đ‘ș𝒀đ‘Ș𝑯𝑬 đ‘»đ‘Żđ‘čđ‘¶đ‘Œđ‘źđ‘Ż đ‘»đ‘Żđ‘Ź đ‘șđ‘°đ‘źđ‘”đ‘ș
𝑹đ‘č𝑰𝑬đ‘ș:
đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 𝘱𝘯 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘰𝘳 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘰𝘯𝘩. đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š'𝘮 𝘯𝘰 đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜±đ˜Žđ˜șđ˜€đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘮đ˜Ș𝘹𝘯. đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜±đ˜łđ˜Ș𝘮𝘩𝘮 đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜šđ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜± 𝘹𝘰đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹. đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š'𝘮 𝘱𝘯 đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜šđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 𝘮𝘰 đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜­đ˜ș đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘼𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Ž 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘮𝘩𝘯𝘮𝘩𝘮. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘱𝘭𝘮𝘰 𝘣𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜șđ˜±đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° 𝘱𝘭𝘾𝘱đ˜ș𝘮 đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘯𝘩𝘾 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜°đ˜łđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜ș 𝘰𝘯 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜”đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜Ž. đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 đ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜° 𝘱 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘧𝘩 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜±đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜­đ˜Š 𝘰𝘳 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜±đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Źđ˜šđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜±đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜±đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Š.
đ‘»đ‘šđ‘Œđ‘čđ‘Œđ‘ș:
đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Š. đ˜”đ˜° 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 𝘱𝘮 đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜”đ˜©. đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘹đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž 𝘰𝘧𝘧 đ˜±đ˜¶đ˜±đ˜±đ˜ș 𝘩𝘯𝘩𝘳𝘹đ˜ș đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘾𝘱đ˜ș. 𝘩𝘱𝘹𝘩𝘳 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜±đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘣𝘩 đ˜±đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘳𝘱𝘾 đ˜”đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜©, đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜©đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜”đ˜Ž, đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° 𝘾𝘰𝘳𝘳đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜”-đ˜Ș𝘧𝘮. đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘱 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜” đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜ąđ˜§đ˜Š 𝘰𝘳 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 𝘱 đ˜±đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Š 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜© đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜”, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘣𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜ș đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș 𝘱𝘭𝘮𝘰 đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 đ˜Żđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘰𝘳 đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Żđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Š đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž.
đ‘źđ‘Źđ‘Žđ‘°đ‘”đ‘°:
đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜źđ˜¶đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘭𝘾𝘱đ˜ș𝘮 đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 đ˜€đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” 𝘱 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜±đ˜Șđ˜€ 𝘰𝘳 đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜Ż đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜°đ˜łđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜± 𝘹𝘰đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹. đ˜Źđ˜Żđ˜°đ˜žđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„đ˜šđ˜Š đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ž 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜±đ˜Žđ˜șđ˜€đ˜©đ˜Š. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Łđ˜Ș𝘭đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘱𝘯 đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜·đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š 𝘭𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘯đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘰𝘳 đ˜Šđ˜„đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜¶đ˜Żïżœïżœđ˜źđ˜±đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘳đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹. đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š'𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘾𝘱đ˜ș𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘭𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘯. đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘯𝘩𝘾 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘯𝘩 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Š đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮.
đ‘Șđ‘šđ‘”đ‘Ș𝑬đ‘č:
đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜ș đ˜Šđ˜źđ˜°đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜° đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜” 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜©. đ˜”đ˜° đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ș đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭𝘮 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Żđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ž 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮. đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š'𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘮𝘰 𝘱 đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘰𝘯𝘩𝘮𝘩𝘭𝘧 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯. đ˜Ș𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘼𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Żđ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜șđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮 𝘰𝘳 đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜”đ˜łđ˜ș đ˜”đ˜° đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜” 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„ - 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș𝘣𝘩 đ˜§đ˜łđ˜°đ˜»đ˜Šđ˜Ż. đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š'𝘮 𝘱 đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜§ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž. đ˜”đ˜° 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘰𝘬𝘱đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘣𝘩đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Š 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘯 đ˜Šđ˜źđ˜°đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘱𝘭 đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜­.
đ‘łđ‘Źđ‘¶:
đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜°đ˜šđ˜Żđ˜Șđ˜»đ˜Šđ˜„. đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜§đ˜¶đ˜Ż đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜«đ˜°đ˜ș 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘧𝘩 𝘱𝘮 𝘱 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Š. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜€ 𝘮𝘩𝘭𝘧 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜Ž. đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Ș𝘯𝘩𝘮𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜«đ˜°đ˜șđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”. đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜° 𝘱 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘧𝘩 𝘰𝘧 đ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘩 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜€đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘩đ˜čđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ž 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜„, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜§đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜źđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜° 𝘱 𝘣𝘰đ˜č. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜°đ˜šđ˜Żđ˜Șđ˜»đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘯 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜­ đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜­.
đ‘œđ‘°đ‘čđ‘źđ‘¶:
đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž. đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘮đ˜Ș𝘹𝘯, đ˜±đ˜Žđ˜șđ˜€đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ž. đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š'𝘮 𝘱 đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș 𝘣𝘩 𝘾𝘰𝘳𝘬đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘰𝘧 đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜·đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š. đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š'𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘮𝘰 𝘱 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘰𝘧 đ˜€đ˜­đ˜Ș𝘼𝘣đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜¶đ˜± đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘳𝘱𝘯𝘬𝘮 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜°đ˜łđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜° đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜© 𝘱 𝘧đ˜Ș𝘯𝘱𝘭 𝘹𝘰𝘱𝘭. đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜° 𝘱 đ˜«đ˜°đ˜Ł đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜łđ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź 𝘰𝘳 𝘼đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„ đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜°đ˜±đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜°đ˜łđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜° 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 𝘱 đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜§đ˜Șđ˜”, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 𝘱 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł. đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š'𝘮 𝘱 đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜łđ˜ș đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 𝘣𝘩𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘩 - đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Ż 𝘣𝘩.
đ‘łđ‘°đ‘©đ‘č𝑹:
đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š 𝘱 đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘧𝘩. đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜§đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜” đ˜ąđ˜źđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜” 𝘰𝘧 đ˜§đ˜¶đ˜Ż đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜€đ˜Ș𝘱𝘭 đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Čđ˜¶đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜­ đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Š. đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š'𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘮𝘰 𝘱 đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘧𝘰𝘳 ïżœïżœïżœïżœđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘧𝘩 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘾 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘭𝘱𝘾𝘮 𝘰𝘧 đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š. đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 𝘱𝘮 đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Ż'đ˜” 𝘣𝘩𝘩𝘯 𝘹đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż 𝘰𝘳 đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Ž 𝘰𝘧 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘧𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜­đ˜ș đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜„, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź (𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜­đ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜±đ˜©đ˜ș𝘮đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș). đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š'𝘮 𝘱 đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜” 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž - đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜¶đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜Ż đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘮 𝘱 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Š.
đ‘șđ‘Șđ‘¶đ‘čđ‘·đ‘°đ‘¶:
đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜Źđ˜Żđ˜°đ˜žđ˜Ż đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜° đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ / 𝘰𝘳 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜±đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜§đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Ž. đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š'𝘮 𝘱𝘯 đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜šđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜” 𝘰𝘯𝘩𝘮𝘩𝘭𝘧 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘰𝘧 đ˜­đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘰𝘳 đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”. đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘾 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜łđ˜°đ˜žđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘧𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜° đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜źđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜§đ˜¶đ˜­. đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘮đ˜Ș𝘹𝘯 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜±đ˜Žđ˜șđ˜€đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘳𝘩𝘼đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ž 𝘼𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘭đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜©. đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š'𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘮𝘰 𝘱 đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ș𝘳𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜±đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜”đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜źđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Š 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ż đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł'𝘮 đ˜±đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜șđ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜§đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Š.
đ‘șđ‘šđ‘źđ‘°đ‘»đ‘»đ‘šđ‘čđ‘°đ‘Œđ‘ș:
đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘩𝘩. 𝘧𝘳𝘩𝘩 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘩đ˜čđ˜±đ˜­đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Š, 𝘧𝘳𝘩𝘩 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘼 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜°đ˜±đ˜Ș𝘯đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘮 đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭𝘮 đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜°, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘧𝘳𝘩𝘩 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Š 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Ș𝘭đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜„đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜źđ˜Ž đ˜±đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜Ș𝘣𝘭đ˜ș. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘾 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜„đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜źđ˜Ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š 𝘰𝘳 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘭𝘭 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘱 𝘼𝘩𝘱𝘯đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘭𝘩𝘮𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š 𝘰𝘧 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘧𝘩. đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š'𝘮 𝘱 đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘮𝘩𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜­đ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘩𝘳. đ˜”đ˜° 𝘱𝘯𝘱𝘭đ˜șđ˜»đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜­đ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘱𝘮 𝘱 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Š.
đ‘Șđ‘šđ‘·đ‘č𝑰đ‘Șđ‘¶đ‘čđ‘”:
đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜©đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘣𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜­đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜©đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž. đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 𝘱𝘣𝘭𝘩 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜±đ˜±đ˜°đ˜łđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜§ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜­đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜°đ˜łđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Š. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ș𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘯 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜°đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š, 𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜Ż đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Ż, đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜°đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜”đ˜°đ˜°. đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘩 𝘰𝘳 đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘱 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜Șđ˜©đ˜°đ˜°đ˜„ 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Š, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜­đ˜ș đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜” 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 𝘱 đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜­đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜”đ˜Ž. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 𝘱𝘮 đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 𝘹𝘰đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘱𝘹𝘱đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 𝘱𝘮 𝘱 đ˜©đ˜¶đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜Ż 𝘣𝘩đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° 𝘹đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ž 𝘱𝘭𝘭.
đ‘šđ‘žđ‘Œđ‘šđ‘čđ‘°đ‘Œđ‘ș:
đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜” 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž. đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘳đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘮𝘰 𝘯𝘩𝘾 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜­đ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘩đ˜čđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜” 𝘰𝘧 đ˜©đ˜¶đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș. đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š'𝘮 𝘱𝘯 đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜šđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜­đ˜„ 𝘱 đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ż đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜§đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜”. đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜° 𝘱𝘯đ˜șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„đ˜Ż'đ˜” 𝘣𝘩 𝘱𝘣𝘭𝘩 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜”. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'đ˜„ đ˜ș𝘩𝘭𝘭 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘣𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘬 đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘳𝘩𝘣𝘩𝘭 𝘱𝘯đ˜ș 𝘾𝘱đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ș𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘯 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜ș𝘰𝘯𝘩'𝘮 đ˜„đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜źđ˜Ž 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș.
đ‘·đ‘°đ‘șđ‘Ș𝑬đ‘ș:
đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜ș𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘯𝘮 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Șđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ș𝘳 đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ž. đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Š 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ș𝘳 đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜°đ˜łđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜° 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ź đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜ș. đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š'𝘮 𝘱𝘯 đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜šđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° 𝘼𝘩𝘳𝘹𝘩 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜°đ˜łđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Š 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ż đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜§. đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘰𝘳 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜” đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜”, đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜€đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­. đ˜Șđ˜”'𝘮 đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” đ˜žđ˜©đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜°đ˜±đ˜±đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜§ đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘹đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜­đ˜ș 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 𝘹đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż.
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𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕:
𝘭đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘣𝘳đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘯𝘩𝘾 đ˜°đ˜±đ˜±đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘩𝘮. đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș 𝘣𝘳đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜” 𝘱𝘮 𝘱 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” đ˜”đ˜° đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜”đ˜° đ˜„đ˜° đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘧𝘩.
𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅:
𝘭đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘣𝘳đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Ș𝘱𝘭 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ / 𝘰𝘳 đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ș𝘱𝘭 đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ž. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș đ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș 𝘾𝘰𝘳𝘬 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜«đ˜°đ˜ș đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 𝘰𝘧 đ˜·đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜¶đ˜Š. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș 𝘱𝘭𝘮𝘰 đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜°đ˜± 𝘯𝘩𝘾 𝘮𝘬đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭𝘮 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘱đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘮 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­'𝘮 đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž.
𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅:
𝘭đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜€đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Ž. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜” 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘮đ˜Ș𝘣𝘭đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜°đ˜± 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜±đ˜Ž đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘹𝘩𝘯𝘩𝘳𝘱𝘭. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜€đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜§ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜­đ˜„ 𝘱𝘮 𝘱 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Š.
𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉:
𝘭đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘧𝘩𝘼đ˜Ș𝘯đ˜Ș𝘯𝘩 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ /𝘰𝘳 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Ș𝘯𝘩 𝘧𝘩𝘼đ˜Ș𝘯đ˜Ș𝘯𝘩. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘧𝘩, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜łđ˜°đ˜°đ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Šđ˜źđ˜°đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘮.
𝒇𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒉:
𝘭đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș 𝘣𝘳đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜§đ˜¶đ˜Ż 𝘩đ˜čđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Ž. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș 𝘣𝘩 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜„đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘩đ˜čđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜łđ˜°đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜­đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Š - 𝘩đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜­ đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜±đ˜Ž 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘧𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘹𝘩𝘯𝘩𝘳𝘱𝘭. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜„đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Ż.
𝒔𝒊𝒙𝒕𝒉:
𝘭đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș 𝘣𝘳đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜šđ˜°đ˜°đ˜„ đ˜­đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜Ź đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜”đ˜©. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 𝘰𝘳 đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘩𝘳. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜” đ˜”đ˜° 𝘾𝘰𝘳𝘬 đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜°đ˜± 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜±đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ž 𝘱𝘮 𝘱 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Š (𝘼𝘱đ˜ș𝘣𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘭𝘭 đ˜Žđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜± 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 𝘰𝘳 đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜­ïżœïżœïżœïżœ-đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Š 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩). đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș 𝘱𝘭𝘮𝘰 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 𝘹đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„đ˜Ž đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž.
𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉:
𝘭đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș 𝘣𝘳đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜±đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ș đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜±đ˜Ž. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Š đ˜łđ˜°đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜·đ˜°đ˜­đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© 𝘮𝘰𝘼𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘩 𝘰𝘳 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š 𝘱 đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Ș𝘯𝘩𝘮𝘮 đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜”đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜± 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘩𝘳. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜±đ˜Ž 𝘱𝘮 𝘱 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜ł.
𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒉:
đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Š 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘼đ˜șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜ș, 𝘰𝘳 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘼đ˜șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜ș 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘩 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 𝘩đ˜čđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜łđ˜°đ˜žđ˜”đ˜© đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜źđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘱𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘾𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘮𝘧đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ž 𝘾𝘰𝘳𝘬. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș 𝘭𝘰𝘮𝘩 đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜°đ˜±đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘹𝘩𝘳 đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶.
𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒉:
𝘭đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 𝘹đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜„đ˜°đ˜ź. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜­ 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘩đ˜čđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘧𝘩 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„ 𝘰𝘧 đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜źđ˜±đ˜­đ˜ș 𝘭𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘯đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș 𝘩đ˜čđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜·đ˜Ș𝘩𝘾𝘮 𝘰𝘯 đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘰𝘯 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘧𝘩.
𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉:
𝘭đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” 𝘱 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜š đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜±đ˜¶đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜” 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘼𝘩𝘯 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ / 𝘰𝘳 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Ș𝘯𝘩 đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜€đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜Ș𝘯𝘩. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜°đ˜šđ˜Żđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜­đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜© 𝘱 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜š đ˜§đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜§đ˜¶ïżœïżœđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Š.
𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉:
𝘭đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 𝘱𝘾𝘱𝘳𝘩 𝘰𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜§ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜°đ˜± 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 𝘼𝘩𝘱𝘯đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜šđ˜§đ˜¶đ˜­ 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜±đ˜Ž. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜„đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜źđ˜Ž, 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ž, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘼𝘱𝘯đ˜Șđ˜§đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘮 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜§đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜§đ˜¶đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Š 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘩𝘮 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ž đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘧𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜± 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­'𝘮 đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜Ž.
𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒇𝒕𝒉:
𝘭đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮. đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜°đ˜±đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜©đ˜° 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘹𝘩𝘳 𝘣𝘳đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜«đ˜°đ˜ș 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š, đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘭𝘰𝘮𝘮. 𝘬𝘱𝘳𝘼đ˜Șđ˜€ đ˜€đ˜șđ˜€đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Ž 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜­. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜­đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Š 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜”'𝘮 đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶.
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rayofsunas · 4 years ago
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s/o who dies.
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A/n: listennnn, I wasn't going to write something dark, but then I unregretfully decided to listen to edgy/dark audios and I was suddenly in the mood to write this so yeah lmao. also, guess what? I'm planning on making a discord server right after posting this! so, be on the lookout for that when I get it all sorted out. also, note for Scaramouche's that the reader inserts tend to lean more femininely versed (I hope that's okay), the only reasons why I do that is because one I simp and I'm female AND two since I am doing a mini-series for Scara, I've kind of based his imagines/fics around that universe (baby daddy universe). I haven't started his yet, but consider these part of that series' universe. anyways as always thank you for requesting anon and enjoy! <333
Summary: you die + how the boys cope afterward.
Parings: Albedo/Gn! Reader, Xiao/Gn! Reader, Scaramouche/Fem! Reader
Warnings: swearing, angst, death, poison, illness/cancer, murder, arson, obsessive behavior
Word count: 2.1k
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Albedo
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"You need to keep this on your head." Your lover said for the one-hundredth time, placing the cold cloth on your forehead once again after taking it off only seconds earlier.
"This is pointless," You said, no longer wanting to ignore nor hide behind the invisible thick curtains of the obvious death sentence approaching. "My body rejected the medicine the first twice doses, what's a third time going to do?" You asked, knowing Albedo wouldn't answer; your hope was to knock some sense into his thick skull. but he was too worried trying to ignore the obvious as you had previously been doing, not anymore though.
This was saddening to watch, both Albedo's unfolding and the girl who accidentally poisoned you, whimpering into Sucrose's shoulder. She was only a young girl, barely seventeen when she was chosen to work under Sucrose and your boyfriend. She was very good at Alchemy and luckily had a desire to practice the craft. But unfortunately, she hadn't paid much attention when it came to Surcrose's educational poison lesson and had unknowingly mixed up poisonous liquids and materials.
After tipping over some clutter in Albedo's office and knocking over a test tube laying unsealed on the counter, you had realized the contents spilled on your skin, bleaching into your pores. You had been tasked with bringing the famed alchemist and his assistant some vials and materials for the collection of a rare butterfly they had found. It was both telling and obvious that something was wrong when you never showed up with the required materials requested and it was already too late hours later when the chief Alchemist, his assistant, and Alchemist in training came bounding down the stairs of Albedo's home laboratory.
It didn't take long for the trio to realize something was wrong. Sucrose had found the vile on the floor, most of its contents spilled and in a little puddle, plus your state on a nearby lounge chair was obvious; slumped awkwardly, forehead visibly sweating, eyes closed, breathing raspily.
You accepted the first doses of the supposed nullifying medicine without hesitation, just wanting the numbing feeling to go away. But when it never kicked in you decided it would be best to save the medicine, because it wasn't working. Your time was coming.
"Since the medicine is taking immediate effect, you should try to get the contents out of your system," He said, reaching out for you. Badly you wanted to argue that the medicine wasn't working at all, but he wasn't listening and already has his lean arms wrapped around your middle, helping gently lift and guide you over to the sink.
You hear materials being shoved to the side and soon enough you had your head dangling over the sink, shaking hands gripping the metalled edge tightly. Soon enough, Albedo's hand was on your back rubbing up and down, hoping to comfort you, it wasn't working though. You could only think about your death, what the other side would look like. Could there even be heaven or hell, maybe a place in between, maybe nowhere...?
As soon as you felt the urge to vomit, you did, and despite it being utterly disgusting Albedo seemed to welcome it happily. He took this as something good, but it only worried you when you saw the reddish hues in the bile.
"I think they should leave." You muttered acknowledging Sucrose and Elizabeth, the taste of gooey, metal only becoming more apparent. The blonde agreed, nodding and muttering "Okay."
As Sucrose lead Elizabeth towards the stairs, the pair heard you say. "Goodbye Sucrose, Elizabeth." Which only seemed to make the young girl wail louder.
You sighed sadly once the silence was back. Just your thoughts of death, and Albedo's slowly crushing heart.
"You should probably leave soon as well. I don't want you to be here when I go." Albedo frowned at your statement, head shaking.
"Don't say things like that."
Of course, he'd say that. Why did he feel the need to ignore this when it would only come back to hurt him even more later on when you were gone?
"You're the smartest man I know and we both know where this is heading," You said, head feeling much heavier than before. It was getting closer to your time. "I'm going to die, and you can't do anything about it."
"I'm not leaving your side. We promised to stick together through everything, you can't ask me to leave."
"I guess... But promise me this."
"When I go, stop blaming Elizabeth. It was an accident..." You said sincerely. Albedo wanted to make a fuss about it, tell you he'd never been able to forgive her. But for you, he would try. If it was your list desire, your last wish, he'd make it come true. Though it would be difficult. Accidental or not, she was the reason you were leaving him here, alone.
"Okay, I'll try..." He said honestly.
"Thank you," You said, letting out a shaking breath you had been holding for a very long time. Now you felt much more peaceful. "And since I know you stubbornly won't leave," You started, finally turning away from the sink to look into his cerulean eyes. "At least hold my hand."
"Of course, love."
even a year after your death, no matter how hard he tried, there was still this nagging feeling every time he looked at Elizabeth
he wanted too badly forgive her, but he couldn't
she had, although accidental, taken the one person that meant so much to him and he'd never forgive
Albedo is gonna be distant towards everyone he knows and it's completely purposeful
he doesn't like the pitiful gazes that people send his way and he hates that all the captains stared at him at your funeral
obviously, some questioned if he was able to stay in the field
he hadn't taken any time off, even when Jean advised he was welcome and that it would be best
tbh, albedo's going to have a hard time for a while
Xiao
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Why did it have to be you? Why not him? He'd feel much better knowing you could live another day, after all, he'd been living a very long time.
But no, the fallen Archons, Gods, Yaksha had chosen you to join them. He wished that weren't the case
Humans and their pathetic vessels... So weak, he thought. Allowing something like cancer to beat them.
No matter how harsh it sounded, he didn't despise you, no. It wasn't your fault. You didn't ask for this. He just knew that if you were a godly being this wouldn't have happened like this or at least not so soon; Xiao had known Gods that had terminal illnesses to live years. Why couldn't you be like them?
He hated watching you lie there in that bed, immobile, sickly, and tired, and all you could say was that everything was going to be alright, that he'd be alright.
But it wasn't. He wouldn't be okay without you. He would struggle daily, fall deeper into a hole. You were the light of his life, the only light in his life. And you were gone, just like that. Turning external scars into internal ones tattered all over his dying heart.
Xiao for the longest time has been by himself, so the people of Liyue know it'll be harder for him to overcome this, no matter what he says or does to prove otherwise
Zhongli in particular knows how hard this will be for his friend
his first and probably last love, dead, gone in the blink of an eye
he'll continue fighting all the monsters he crosses, becoming even more violent when he does so, trying his best to get rid of this stupid sickly feeling of heartbreak
but it won't go away, no matter what he does, no matter how absurd
he just wants the feeling to go away, he despises that feeling so much
if you have a secret place somewhere, like in the mountains, Zhongli often finds him there, wallowing in invisible self-pity
"You know they wouldn't want you to be like this." Zhongli would say, only trying to help
but it doesn't
it only enrages Xiao, even more, fuels him to push everyone out of his life again instead of letting them in like he'd done in your presence
Scaramouche
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How dare you. How dare you leave him like this. Alone, nonetheless with a toddler to raise who kept crying for her mommy. He couldn't do this without you, he didn't know how to raise a child, speak to her with the gentle care that you did. That was your expertise but now he'd be doing it solo.
And never again would he entrust someone who he cares about, into ignorant, incompetent arms. Never again will he ever allow any member of the Fatui to watch after his daughter; no matter their rank or position. They had one job while he was away doing business in Liyue. Guard your home twenty-four seven, accompany you into Inazuma's port town should you need anything, watch after his daughter while she plays happily in the luscious Inazuma fields. And they couldn't do that. All he gave them was one simple task, watch and keep you and your daughter safe. Instead, they slacked off, probably drunk in some bar while you were being brutally attacked by murderous mercenaries, left to fend for you and your daughter, only to die protecting her and leave your home to be severely burned.
He knew those idiotic Fatui soldiers were incompetent the moment he stepped foot into the harbor and found that everyone seemed to quiet down. Especially the eerily silent soldiers flanked on each side to welcome him home; he was the highest-ranking soldier in the land of Inazuma after all. Not a single one bothered to step forward and tell him what was wrong, what they all criminally allowed happen. Scaramouche only realized what had happened when he was mere minutes away from arriving home, his daughter had come running from his widowed mother's arms, the sight of smoke rising in the air, from the direction of his home. You were nowhere to be seen.
It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye. His daughter was clinging to his shirt and his mother only stared with tears of pity.
It didn't take long for the puzzle pieces to be put together and before he knew it, Scaramouche was standing in front of his home, part of it burnt to a crisp and black.
He didn't need to ask what happened, he didn't need to know where you were, because he already knew. What he didn't know was who exactly had done this. But he was going to find out, now.
Incompetent, selfish, bastards. They would all pay for this. The lazy piggish Fatui soldiers who he should've never trusted with such a simple task and the thieves who had murdered you. They all had it rightfully coming.
Scaramouche hates the world after he lost you
he hates it so much and can't understand how this had happened
he's not a good person, so he blames it on karma and those stupid idiots who couldn't protect you
ngl, he's not gonna be around much after your death... his mother would argue that he should be here to raise your daughter, because she's also in pain and doesn't understand that this isn't some game of hide and seek this time
instead, he's focused and driven by revenge
he doesn't listen to a word anybody says, he's much more dangerous than before, and he only trusts his judgment
anyone trying to get him to stop his mission, is someone who doesn't want to see him happy he thinks (though that's not true at all. they hate that he is obsessive over this) but he will personally put a stop to that
and he'll only return home to his daughter and mother when he finds who did this and they along with their bloodline is exterminated
while he's gone, the remainder of his family is relocated somewhere he knows they'll be safe, for example, even though he despises childe, he knows his mom and daughter will be safe with his family
sorry, but Scaramouche will hold this deep-rooted hatred and love for you after you die
yes, he still loves and misses you dearly, but he hates you for leaving him alone, hates that although it wasn't intentional and out of your control, that you were gone
no matter how hard you tried to fight, it was selfish of you to leave him like this
he's not going to stop until he believes whoever was behind this is dead
and in his case, he'll stop believing when he chooses, even if they are innocent/guilty, he'll keep going
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3.19.21, rayofsunas
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darkened-heart · 3 years ago
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I think I needed my psychotic break
While it at first made me a purely mean, hateful, narcissistic, vile human being that was super toxic. It needed to happen.
Let me explain. It’s really come to my attention through a lot and I mean a fuck ton of reflection, but I was (and possibly still could be) a very selfish and manipulative person. Yes, before psychosis.
Let me give y’all examples. My ex fiancee dumps me for the first time after she had found out I cheated. Firstly, I had honestly ZERO fucking right to be upset about her leaving me. If I didn’t want her to leave, I shouldn’t have cheated. My heartbreak there was bullshit. 
She comes back anyways less than a week later (would not be surprised if I used my emotions to manipulate her. Y’know “Oh boo hoo you hurt me and I miss you :(”) but there were others reasons as to why she came back (the guy she ran off with was physically abusive at the time, and also toxic in other ways).
I was selfish in not wanting to do housework because “I work a lot” motherfucker so didn’t she when she had a job. Yet she came home and cleaned everything, dishes, laundry, folded clothes, I barely took the trash out. She did it all. And I did appreciate her for doing all that, but I should have gotten off my fucking ass and done more.
Now when she left the second time. That was honestly all my fault. She expressed her discomfort in me watching this persons NSFW twitter, and looking at their onlyfans. I snuck it. Got caught. And she had a right to feel disrespected, and she had a right to be mad, and she had a right to leave me. 
And what did I do? Got depressed, thought of killing myself (I didn’t tell her this), I did, however, one night at work get so overwhelmed emotionally and had a mental breakdown over her leaving me, and work being shit, and I burnt myself to jolt myself out of my mental breakdown. I forget how it was brought up, but eventually I showed her that burn. That right there was manipulative, too.
Now don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t all innocent either. Firstly, if she was truly done with me, she shouldn’t have consensually had sex with me (more than once) whilst talking/fucking/sleeping in bed/whatever with her new man who lived with us. She shouldn’t have shook her ass at me giving me those dirty looks. She did it while he was at work. She knew what she was doing. And two wrongs do not make a right. She also should not have been trying to control who I vented to when I was feeling super fucking low. I had a right to go to my friends to get help with my emotions, and to vent off the steam. Cause honestly, I really don’t wanna know what would have happened if I kept them bottled up. Probably something stupid and regrettable. 
She also should not have been snooping through my messages on facebook to see who I was talking to and what I was talking about. That is an invasion of my privacy, and I never once got on her phone to look through her shit. I didn’t need to, nor did I want to. If I don’t want you going through my shit, then I’m not gonna go through yours. Hell I didn’t even wanna be on her phone when she’d hand it to me for even simple shit. I felt wrong and gross even being on it, made me feel hypocritical in a way when it wasn’t even anything like that.
And also...I was very manipulative with my emotions months later. “Life’s been harder without you” “I’ve been depressed since you left” well, darkened-heart, maybe you should have respected the person you claimed to love and you wouldn’t be here. 
Now...as for October and onward. Well..I think what ruined my chances of her coming back to me was when I said “I loved” this girl I tried moving on from my ex fiancee with. When I told my ex that she was fucking pissed. Mind you, I left that girl in hopes my ex would come back. 
Here’s how the convo went. 
“Did you love her”
“I did but not as much as you”
*this is where she visibly got angry, and even got a tone with me*
Randy, you didn’t fucking love her. You used a girl in an attempt to move on from your ex fiancee. You didn’t love her. You loved how she filled the voids in your heart. You loved that you were no longer alone. You loved that you could come home to somebody again. You loved that someone loved you. You didn’t love her, you loved the voids she filled. And that folks is why I’m still fucking single. Cause I’m not using another fucking soul. I have to fill the voids myself without using somebody. Yet the shitkicker is. The voids are still there. I still want my ex, I still pray for my ex to come back into my life. I see any fucking angel number whether it be 1111, 111, 222, 333, 444, 4444, etc and fucking wish for her to come back. Well news fucking flash Randy. She’s not gonna come back. Why would she come back to a selfish, lazy, disrespectful, at times fucking crazy, at times flat out vile human being. Why would she come back to a guy who’s anger issues makes him tell people they’re worthless, or some derogatory slur. Why would she come back to a guy that’s told people to off themselves because they pissed him off? Why would she come back to a sore fucking loser? Why would she come back to a fucking manipulator? 
She deserves better than that, and knowing at one point her man was being shitty towards her pisses me off. She deserves better than fucking him, too. She deserves better than what she’s gotten from me, and she deserves better than some of the fucking shit he’s done to her. And while I love and miss that beautiful girl so goddamn much. I hope she finds better. She deserves the goddamn world, but I’m not the man to give it to her. I want to be, I’d do anything to be, but that requires knocking myself off some bullshit pedestal I placed myself on. That requires digging into my foundation and demolishing it and building it back up better. If the roots are shit, then the product is going to be shit. 
I needed psychosis. I needed it to finally try and get over my goddamn victim complex. I needed it to realize I can’t have everything my way. I needed it to realize that I can’t get what I want all the time. I needed it to realize my poor, toxic, shitty, narcissistic behavior. And people tried calling me on it, and like the sensitive little bitch I am, I’d get upset, or I’d get angry.
“You’re being arrogant”
“You’re gonna go far, kid” with a thousand lies and a “good” disguise. 
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