𝘛𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘬 𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪, 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘪𝘸𝘢 dan ragaku 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘩 𝘱𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘯.
𝘒𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘬 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢 h𝘢𝘳𝘪-𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢, 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘱 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘳𝘢, 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘱 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯-𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢, 𝘢𝘬𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢, 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢.
𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘱 𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪, 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘬 𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪 𝘥𝘶𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘩𝘢𝘯, 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘩 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘶, 𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘩 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘬-𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘬 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘶𝘱 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘯, 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶 𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘦 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯.
𝘐𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘬 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨-𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳, 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪.
𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘩𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘬 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘪.
𝘈𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘱𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪, 𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘶𝘢, 𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢, 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯-𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶, 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘪𝘩 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯-𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯.
𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘗𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘶 𝘚𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘪 𝘬𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘶𝘢, 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘩𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘫𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘢.
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