Capítulo 1410: Chapter 1410: Northern Fortress
I discreetly approached Bingdisi, then suddenly rembered that it might be unnecessary to do so with a spiritual connection in place, so I directly opened the public channel in my mind and started discussing with her: “Forbidden books? What are those?”
“They appear to be ancient books left behind before the first Dark Moon war,” Bingdisi replied while pretending to admire the roadside scenery, “I instructed the first group of Louse Spirits that arrived in the Imperial City to focus on searching places like churches and the Imperial Palace. One of them accidentally discovered a library underground, indicating that the Church didn’t completely destroy those ancient books from before the first war. It’s hard to tell why, but it’s certainly a big help left for us.”
“Maybe it’s to protect intangible cultural heritage,” I chuckled dryly, thankful the Iron Knight trio didn’t see this absurd silent laugh directed at the sky. Otherwise, they’d definitely think I was crazy. “Found any clues in the forbidden books?”
“Currently filtering them, the valuable ones should be pre-war chronicles, history, and cultural books. Others related to agronomy and geographic resources can be put aside for now,” Bingdisi’s blood-red eyes had specks of golden light slowly moving, obviously, she was in sync with those Louse Spirits. I’m quite curious what the world looks like from a flying louse’s perspective, but Bingdisi herself definitely won’t answer that question. “Oh, found sothing useful, I’ve instructed the Louse Spirits to copy those things and teleport them over here. When ti allows, we’ll study them together: pre-war history is more exciting than imagined, things weren’t as harmonious back then.”
I responded with an “oh” and looked at the sky: one-third of the sun had set behind the mountain, yet no sign of the small transmission station ntioned by the Iron Knight trio. I didn’t bother scanning the surroundings with spiritual power for space collapse points, just followed along. In the end, my interest remained with the Louse Spirits Bingdisi sent out: “What about the other two groups? Are there secrets at the Earth-Moon Connection Bridge and Northern Fortress?”
“Hmm, the Earth-Moon Connection Bridge can indeed be confird as a large Teleportation Gate, very ingenious but not using Divine Race technology. Most likely, it’s an interstellar exploration facility left by the previous civilization on this world. However, its core is temporarily sealed, Louse Spirits can’t enter, so we can take a look ourselves,” Bingdisi nodded, “There’s not much worth noting about the Northern Fortress itself, just a military base. However, there are already about a dozen new bases established around it, seems like the Gandor Empire is really going all out. Their Knight Order and General are no cowards. Most interestingly… I spotted the Pope of the Goddess Sect at the Northern Fortress.”
I: “…The Pope?”
Bingdisi showed a playful expression: “Yes, didn’t expect this figure would personally co to the frontline. Initially, I speculated from an intrigue angle regarding this Human, so I thought he should stay in a safe place under these circumstances, watching others fight desperately worldwide, then await the Goddess’s arrival to consolidate his Church’s rule. But he ca directly to the Northern Fortress, and now resides there with the title of Church Army frontline commander. If this isn’t a show, then… maybe we’ve overlooked sothing in our assumptions about the Goddess Sect.”
I didn’t continue, but a more bizarre guess popped into my mind: there’s another possibility that the Dark Moon war might actually be a play controlled by the Church. In that case, the Pope naturally knows he won’t be in danger, hence leading the Church Army to garrison the Northern Fortress is easily understandable. Though this guess is also built on the Church conspiracy theory, I reckon Bingdisi picked up on this.
Not blaming us for keeping the Church conspiracy theory in mind, mainly because the Dark Moon war and Goddess Sect have way too many suspicious points. I’m increasingly feeling ambiguous “intonation” between the Dark Moon and the Goddess. In this scenario, it’s impossible not to associate church mbers with conspiracy, as the saying goes, encountering a pontiff governing the world under the guise of divine rights makes you wary, like guarding against a pyramid sche…
If only Lilina were here, I have full confidence in that girl; she could infiltrate the Church in just a few days…
“Oh, we’re here, the transmission station is just ahead!”
Joseph’s booming voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked up and indeed saw, beside the main road in the distance, a stone building resembling a watchtower. At this ti, the sky had already darkened, yet above that “watchtower,” a massive Light Ball was suspended, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day, making the tower itself resemble a conspicuous land-based lighthouse.
Foolish Big Guy had been silent the whole journey, seed downcast after leaving the village, but upon seeing the mysterious tower, he finally grinned: “Hey, I’ve seen sothing like that while wandering outside before! Instantly sends people far away! I know that Light Ball above is used to dispel beasts!”
“Not only dispel beasts,” Joseph waved to signify we quicken our pace, his mood seeming high after spotting the transmission station, “but also dispel Dark Moon People. The Light Ball atop the tower is made using Church Relics, containing the Goddess’s power, controlling the Transmission Array at the tower’s base so the Dark Moon People can’t use Surface People’s transmission stations. Otherwise, if they use these small stations to directly attack the fortress, wouldn’t it be disastrous?”
In conversation, we quickly arrived at the tower. Only then did I realize that this stone building was quite large; it’s built with gray-white rocks, resembling a rounded turret, approximately twenty ters tall. Its top features a tallic structure encircling like a Crown, which I guess is the “Church Relic,” since it’s releasing a soft halo, providing energy replenishnt for the Light Ball. The base of the tower had been carefully leveled, its ground inscribed with a series of deep ring-shaped marks, presumably Joseph ntioned Transmission Array: apparently, these aren’t set inside the tower. But unfamiliar with magic, I just found it novel; Qianqian examined those marks as if professionally and nodded like an expert: “Hmm, quite round.”
At this mont, a small door at the tower’s base opened, two soldiers dressed similarly to Joseph’s trio but wearing grass-green war robes over their armor stepped out. One beckoned to the visitors: “Heading to the fortress? Horses can’t be teleported, they’re under control starting from midday.”
Anna retrieved Foolish Big Guy’s bag from her saddle, handing it to its original owner. Pandora and Visca nimbly dismounted, while the Iron Knight trio carried their military pack and weapons on their backs. While hanging his shortsword on his belt, Joe inquired: “Why the sudden control? Wasn’t it supposed to wait longer?”
“A batch of monks was temporarily dispatched to the frontline from behind, due to heavy foot traffic recently, hence the control. Currently, the various transmission stations only allow human passage, livestock like horses must walk themselves,” the transmission station soldier inspected the roster and pass provided by Joseph, nodding as he read, “Oh, these are Free rcenaries, are you vouching for them? Fine, just happen to need more personnel ahead.”
Joseph retrieved the pass marked with a certain code, patted his warhorse’s neck bidding a temporary farewell to his old partner before the transmission station soldier activated the Magic Array. He suddenly rembered sothing, and spoke to the two soldiers: “Right, the horses ran a whole day yet remain unfed, please assist and add thirty Copper Eagle Coins worth of No. Zero fodder, groom the red horses, monthly pass on the horse’s neck, kindly check it, sirs.”
Both transmission station soldiers waved while leading the horses away from the Transmission Array: “Understood, understood, oh right, No. Zero fodder’s price just rose, it went up at half-past one in the afternoon, grooming horses remains free for now.”
Just as Joseph opened his mouth to say sothing, the ring-shaped Array at our feet lit up rapidly, his unfinished sentence dissolved into the light.
A second later, the teleportation completed, in my ears Joseph’s lingering half-sentence echoed out of habit: “… How co last month rose again this month… oh, we’re here.”
I regained composure from the instant weightlessness, slightly located myself, realizing the teleportation distance wasn’t actually far. The Northern Fortress and Pine Forest Village seed only forty to fifty miles apart. But the surrounding scenery had drastically changed: we’ve completely left the wooded area, now in a rocky beach. In front lood the majestic Long Bridge Mountain Range, sparse vegetation, and craggy rocky mountains slicing the horizon like a barrier. The Northern Fortress stretches impressively along this mountain, not erected on flat land, but vertically distributed across the entire mountain mass. Virtually all stone constructions are partially buried within the mountain rock, appearing as if carved directly from the mountain to form this stone fortress. Though it can’t compare with the Empire facilities covering the sky, knowing this stronghold was built by a feudal native civilization using manpower and wisdom to reshape nature is still quite comndable to . Directly facing the Northern Fortress lies a vast plain, almost devoid of terrain undulation visible, even the forests abruptly end in the far distance.
Judging purely from the terrain, the Northern Fortress occupies a position easy to defend, hard to attack—at least for the native armies of this world, yet it’s uncertain whether these geographical advantages apply to the legendary soaring, earth-penetrating Dark Moon Demons.
The point where we were transmitted is also a “Transmission Station” similar to the previous one: the main structure is a stone high tower, on top of which is an “Artificial Little Sun” used to dispel the Dark Moon People. Below the tower is a rock base covered in Demon Runes. It seems this watchtower-like Transmission Station is a kind of “Standardized Facility.” Bingdisi looked up at the tower and suddenly seed to be deep in thought: “The energy operations of these transmission stations don’t seem very smooth. How long has it been since they were last maintained?”
Joseph was teaching the Foolish Big Guy how to take a deep breath to alleviate transmission dizziness and looked over when he heard this: “As expected of a Sorcerer, are you interested in transmission stations too? I heard this station hasn’t been repaired in twenty-five years. Well, all the transmission stations are relics left from before the third Dark Moon War, built with technology from that ti. After the three wars, no one knows how to build new transmission stations. After the fifth war, even Magic Stone Cores beca rare. It’s said that now all the transmission stations on the surface are maintained by the cores left over from those five wars. We use them one day at a ti; if we can’t use them… perhaps the descendants will have to charge at the Dark Moon Demons on foot in the seventh war.”
I silently noted down another new situation: the technology of the Surface People is gradually becoming obsolete!
When I saw the small transmission station earlier, I was still curious why the Surface People couldn’t understand the essence of the Heaven and Earth Bridge when they even have such Super Space Barracks. It turns out to be like this: the Teleportation Gates do exist, but they are all old relics from before the third war. With each Dark Moon War, these technologies are gradually being lost, and as of today, all the transmission towers still operating on the ground are run far beyond their intended period. Just like the one we see now—Bingdisi could see at a glance that its energy circuit was in poor condition, and even the ordinary soldiers around knew this point, but they just didn’t have new parts to maintain the tower.
Qianqian and Lin Xue didn’t voice any opinions; things like this are already routine for us. Long-lasting wars don’t always bring technological progress; often, they destroy the foundation of a civilization. Especially world wars like the Dark Moon War, no civilization can withstand five severances without technological obsolescence. The fact that the Surface People can still use weapons, armor, and magic to resist the Dark Moon People, and still utilize ancient facilities like transmission stations, is actually quite impressive: if we hadn’t co, they’d eventually have to charge at the Dark Moon Demons with clubs.
“Those camps over there don’t look like the Regular Army, right?” Qianqian looked into the distance under the night sky, at the lights stretching far on both sides of the Northern Fortress. Upon closer observation, it was apparent that they were temporary camps. Rembering the intel I had gathered earlier, I couldn’t help but blurt out: “Are those the Free rcenaries?”
“Not all Free rcenaries,” Joseph gestured for us to follow while explaining from ahead, “because only the National Knights and the Imperial Church are stationed inside the fortress. So, aside from them, the Second-level Corps and other Church Ard Forces are camped outside the fortress. Those organized regular camps are usually these two. The Free rcenaries’ camps are around these regular camps, and because they’re not controlled by anyone, you can only issue Free Missions to them, but essentially, they’re just a scattered force without organization, and they just camp freely as long as they don’t affect regular army operations. You can follow us into the fortress for registration and then find a place to camp outside. By the way, do you have a superior rcenary Group, or do you have a team na yourselves? I can register you according to the team size, and then you can receive more supplies.”
“We have…” I let slip a few words, then hesitated, looking at Bingdisi, “or do we not?”
No way around it; the Louse Spirits are all controlled by Bingdisi, this Female hooligan is actually the one among us most knowledgeable about the local situation. With those lice being all-pervasive, I suspect Bingdisi was already half a local…
“Alright, alright,” Bingdisi waved a hand at Joseph, “I know how the Free rcenaries register, you just have to report a na to show you’ve been here, the rest is just living on your own without troubling you. How can we anyway, who’ve traveled the world, not know how to take care of ourselves—just register us as a team.”
Joseph nodded, and casually handed over an oval tal tag: “Oh, then I’ll register you as a team-type Free rcenary. You camp outside yourselves and rember to place this tag in your main tent, so I know your location, and I’ll find you in the morning. Also, does your team have a na? I need to report it.”
Bingdisi took the magic-type GPS tracker, rolled her eyes while thinking, saw the Pandora Sisters competing on who could make a rounder Fireball, and conjured up a big Fireball herself, seemingly resolved upon sothing: “I, along with those two, specialize in conjuring Fireballs, the three of us together are the Doomsday Great Red Lotus Intense Fla Judgnt Spell Team, we worship fire, fla, and blaze; you can call the fff Chief Judge…”
: “…”
Joseph, feeling slightly dizzy listening to Bingdisi pop out a bunch of strange terms but still paid attention to so details and then pointed at , Qianqian, and Lin Xue: “Aren’t these three with you?”
“They are with us, but they betrayed my Doomsday Great Red Lotus Intense Fla Judgnt Spell Team, so they’re responsible for being judged. If you keep nagging, I’ll smack you with a big Fireball.”
Joseph, Anna, and Joe simultaneously shrank their necks, finally fully convinced that Bingdisi was a total middle-school syndro girl. Then Joe nudged the silent Foolish Big Guy: “Big guy, co with us, you’re a new recruit for the Knight Order, you need to report in the fortress.”
The Foolish Big Guy followed a few steps subconsciously, only then noticing that we weren’t coming along. He pointed at us and asked the Iron Knight trio in his slow way: “Are my friends just staying outside overnight?”
Joseph patiently explained once more to Foolish Big Guy: “They’re Free rcenaries, so they camp outside and just register with the rcenary camp leader tomorrow.”
Qianqian and I vigorously waved to the Foolish Big Guy to assure him and let him leave with peace of mind, and Qianqian incredibly seriously promised: “You go ahead, Big Guy, we’ll find you inside the fortress tomorrow.”
The simpleton finally left, looking back every few steps.
Watching the four of them and one cat disappear into the enormous gate of the Northern Fortress, Bingdisi exhaled a long breath: “Alright, now it’s finally just us. Chen, pick a nice spot and let’s set up camp.”
I scanned the vast rocky plain, searching among the large open area outside the fortress for the tents of the Free rcenaries distant from regular army camps, and quickly found a considerably large group among them.
According to Joseph’s hints, even though the Free rcenaries’ camps are varied, they do have requirents, that is, they must not intersect with the regular army activity zones (this is to prevent disrupting order), so the place where Free rcenaries cluster will certainly et the requirents.
Looks like we’ll be spending the night over there, and Qianqian seems quite excited: this girl seems pretty keen on outdoor camping!
(Heading to Guangzhou on the 13th… should I take a few days off or what…) (To be continued. If you like this work, we warmly invite you to vote for recomndations, monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian), your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian to read.)
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䅾䲧䇙㘋㼽
䙋䬸䲧㸷㼽䙋䃻
䜒㼙
㸷
㘋㼽䅾
㘋㛯㼽
䙣䜒㨲䅾䇙㼽
䅾㘋㼽
䜒㼙
㛞㼽䅾㘋
㒝䙣㸷㛞
䙣䙋䲧㸷䬸’䙋㼽䃻
㸷䲧䭷䙋䙣䙋䇙䃻㼽
䂚䅾㼽㼽䙣䲭䜒㘋䇙㸷
䜒䅾
䃰䃻䲧䲧䭷䙋㼏
䲧䲧䃰䅾䂚㘊
㼏䜒
㼽㘋䣁䇙㼽
㼏㛞㑁䇙䲧䃰
䃻䃻㼽㼏㸷㼽
㸷
䅾㼏㘋䲧
䅾䜒
䂚㼽䅾䇙䲭䜒㼽㸷䙣㘋
䲧䱞㸷䇙䇙㘊㛞㼏
㼏䲧
䅾䇙㼽㘋䲧
㸷䲭䲭㸷䇙㼽
㘋㸷䭷㼽
䲧䙋㼏㼽
䀤㸷䲭㼽㼽䘛㼙䙋
㼽䇙㸷䀤
㼏䲧㖞㼽
䙣䲧
䙣䃻㼏䘛䲧䀤䜒㼙
㼽㚯䙋䲧
㘋䅾㼽
㼽㼙㼽㼏㘊㼽䙣
䜒䅾䜒
䭷㛞䇙㼽䇙㸷䡒
䲧㸷䙋䜒䅾㸷㼏㼏
䙋㚯㼙䜒䙣
䅾䲧䣁㼏㼏㼽䅾
㘊㸷㼏
䙋㼽䂚㸷䙣
㘊㛞㸷䙋䲧
䇙䲧㸷
㸷䀤㼏
䇙㘋䲧䅾㼽
㼽䇦䭷㒝䣁㼽䜒䇙
䂚䣁䲧䅾䲧䙋䲧㸷
䙋䀤䅾㼙㼽䲭㛞㼽䇙
䜒䅾
䭷㼏㼽㼽
䇙䜇㼽䭷䜒㼽䜒䇙䣁
䃰㼽䜒䇙㼏䙋㸷䡒䙣㼽㸷
㸷䙣
䇙䂚䲧䲧䜒䅾㼏㸷䋷㸷䲧䙋䅾䲧
㼽㼽䂚䙣䙣
䃻㼏䅾䲧䜒㼏㘋
䲧䲧䅾㼽䋷䀤䲧䇙䀤
䇙䀤㸷䇙㛞
㛯䜒㼏䲧䃻㘋䅾 㒝㼽 㒝䲧䙋䙋 䡒㼽 䙣䅾㸷㛞䲧㼏䃻 䜒䘛䅾䙣䲧㘊㼽 䅾㘋㼽 㢥䜒䇙䅾㘋㼽䇙㼏 㨲䜒䇙䅾䇙㼽䙣䙣䣁 䡒䘛䅾 䙣㸷㛞䲧㼏䃻 “䜒䘛䅾䙣䲧㘊㼽 䅾㘋㼽 㼙䜒䇙䅾䇙㼽䙣䙣” 㘊䜒㼽䙣㼏’䅾 䂚㼽㸷㼏 㒝㼽’䙋䙋 䡒㼽 㼽㜞䲭㼽䇙䲧㼽㼏䀤䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋㼽 㼙㼽㼽䙋䲧㼏䃻 䜒㼙 㸷 㘊㼽䙣㼽䇙䅾㼽㘊 㒝䲧䙋㘊㼽䇙㼏㼽䙣䙣䃰 㨲䇙㼽㼽 䂚㼽䇙䀤㼽㼏㸷䇙䲧㼽䙣 㼙䇙䜒䂚 㸷䙋䙋 䜒䭷㼽䇙 㘋㸷䭷㼽 㸷䙋䇙㼽㸷㘊㛞 䙣㼽䅾 䘛䲭 䀤䜒㼏㼏㼽䀤䅾㼽㘊 䀤㸷䂚䲭䙣 䙣䅾䇙㼽䅾䀤㘋䲧㼏䃻 㼙䜒䇙 㸷 㘋䘛㼏㘊䇙㼽㘊 䂚䲧䙋㼽䙣 㸷䀤䇙䜒䙣䙣 䅾㘋㼽 䲭䙋㸷䲧㼏䙣䃰 䤑䭷㼽㼏 䲧㼙 㛞䜒䘛 䃻㸷䙋䙋䜒䲭 䜒㼏 㸷 㘋䜒䇙䙣㼽 䡒㼽䙋䜒㒝 䅾㘋㼽 㒅䜒㼏䃻 䁁䇙䲧㘊䃻㼽 䜇䜒䘛㼏䅾㸷䲧㼏䣁 㛞䜒䘛 㒝䜒㼏’䅾 䕑䘛䲧䀤㚯䙋㛞 㼙䲧㼏㘊 㸷 䲭䙋㸷䀤㼽 䅾㘋㸷䅾’䙣 䅾䇙䘛䙋㛞 “䘛㼏䲧㼏㘋㸷䡒䲧䅾㼽㘊䃰”
䴶㘋䲧䙋㼽 䙣㼽䅾䅾䲧㼏䃻 䘛䲭 䀤㸷䂚䲭䣁 㒝㼽 㼽㼏䀤䜒䘛㼏䅾㼽䇙㼽㘊 㸷 䙋䲧䅾䅾䙋㼽 㘋䲧䀤䀤䘛䲭㖢 㸷䅾 㼙䲧䇙䙣䅾䣁 㿱 㒝㸷㼏䅾㼽㘊 䅾䜒 䲧㼏䕑䘛䲧䇙㼽 䲧㼙 䅾㘋㼽 㼙䇙㼽㼽 䂚㼽䇙䀤㼽㼏㸷䇙䲧㼽䙣 㘋㸷㘊 㸷 㼏䜒䂚䲧㼏㸷䙋 䲭䙋㸷㼏㼏䲧㼏䃻 䜒㼙㼙䲧䀤㼽䇙䃰 㭍䙣 䲧䅾 䅾䘛䇙㼏䙣 䜒䘛䅾䣁 䙋㼽䅾 㸷䙋䜒㼏㼽 㸷 㘊㼽㘊䲧䀤㸷䅾㼽㘊 䲭䙋㸷㼏㼏㼽䇙䣁 㼽䭷㼽㼏 䅾㘋㼽 䜒㼙㼙䲧䀤㼽䇙䙣 㒝䲧䅾㘋䲧㼏 䅾㘋㼽 㼙䜒䇙䅾䇙㼽䙣䙣 㸷䇙㼽㼏’䅾 䙣䘛䇙㼽 㘋䜒㒝 䅾㘋㼽 䂚㼽䇙䀤㼽㼏㸷䇙㛞 䀤㸷䂚䲭 䲧䙣 “䲭䙋㸷㼏㼏㼽㘊” 䲧㼏䅾㼽䇙㼏㸷䙋䙋㛞䃰 㛯㘋㼽䙣㼽 䙣䂚㸷䙋䙋 䙣䀤㸷䅾䅾㼽䇙㼽㘊 䃻䇙䜒䘛䲭䙣 䀤㸷䙣䘛㸷䙋䙋㛞 䙣䲭䇙㼽㸷㘊 䜒䘛䅾 䲧㼏 䅾㘋㼽 “䙋㸷㒝䙋㼽䙣䙣 䋷䜒㼏㼽” 㘊㼽䙣䲧䃻㼏㸷䅾㼽㘊 䡒㛞 䅾㘋㼽 㐻㼏䲧䃻㘋䅾 䱞䇙㘊㼽䇙䣁 䃻䇙䜒䘛䲭䲧㼏䃻 䜒䇙 㸷䀤䅾䲧㼏䃻 䙣䜒䙋䜒 㸷䙣 䅾㘋㼽㛞 㒝䲧䙣㘋䃰 㿱䅾 㼙㼽㼽䙋䙣 䂚䜒䇙㼽 䙋䲧㚯㼽 㸷 䃻䇙䜒䘛䲭 䜒㼙 㼙㸷䇙䂚㼽䇙䙣 㕭䘛䙣䅾 䜒㼙㼙 䅾㘋㼽 䅾䇙㸷䲧㼏䣁 㒝㸷䲧䅾䲧㼏䃻 㼙䜒䇙 䜒㘊㘊 㕭䜒䡒䙣 㸷䅾 䭷㸷䇙䲧䜒䘛䙣 䲧㼏䅾㼽䇙䙣㼽䀤䅾䲧䜒㼏䙣䃰 㿱㼏 䙣䘛䀤㘋 㸷 䃻䇙䜒䘛䲭䣁 㼏䜒䡒䜒㘊㛞 㼏㼽㼽㘊䙣 䅾䜒 㒝䜒䇙䇙㛞 㸷䡒䜒䘛䅾 “㸷䇙䇙㸷㼏䃻䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋㼽 䀤㸷䂚䲭䃰”
䇙㛞䲭䙋䀤䘛㸷䇙䙋㸷䲧䅾
㒝䇙䣁䜒㘊䙋
㺘㘋䃻㖢㼽㘊㼏䲧㘋
㚯䜒䇙㒝
䜒㼙
㘋㛞䅾㼽
䙣䲧
㘋㼽㛞䅾
㼽㘋㼽䇙
㘋䅾㸷㒝
䅾㸷
䇙䇦䜒䣁㼽䭷㼽㒝
㼽㼽㘋䙣䅾
“䙣䇙䂚㸷㼽䇙㼙”
䙋㼽㸷䅾䙣
䇙㸷㼽
㚯䅾䃰㘋㼏䲧
䙣䅾’䅾㘋㸷
㘋䅾㼽
㼽㸷䘛㼏䅾䇙
䙣㼽䭷㸷
㘋䅾㼽
䜒䅾
䙰䜒 㒝㼽 䙣䲧䂚䲭䙋㛞 㼙䜒䘛㼏㘊 㸷 䕑䘛䲧㼽䅾㼽䇙 䙣䲭䜒䅾 㒝䲧䅾㘋䲧㼏 䅾㘋㼽 䂚㼽䇙䀤㼽㼏㸷䇙㛞 䋷䜒㼏㼽 㸷䙣 䜒䘛䇙 “䅾㼽䇙䇙䲧䅾䜒䇙㛞䃰” 䙰㼽䅾䅾䲧㼏䃻 䘛䲭 䅾㘋㼽 䅾㼽㼏䅾䙣 㘊䲧㘊㼏’䅾 䅾㸷㚯㼽 䂚䘛䀤㘋 㼽㼙㼙䜒䇙䅾㳨 䁁䲧㼏䃻㘊䲧䙣䲧䣁 䡒㼽䲧㼏䃻 㸷 㘊䲧䭷䲧㼏㼽 䅾㛞䀤䜒䜒㼏䣁 䘛䙣㼽㘊 䅾㘋㼽 䥲䇙㼽㸷䅾䲧䜒㼏 㖞䜒㒝㼽䇙 䅾䜒 䀤䜒㼏㕭䘛䇙㼽 䘛䲭 䅾㘋䇙㼽㼽 䙋㸷䇙䃻㼽 䅾㼽㼏䅾䙣䣁 䙋䜒䜒㚯䲧㼏䃻 㼏䜒䅾 䂚䘛䀤㘋 㘊䲧㼙㼙㼽䇙㼽㼏䅾 㼙䇙䜒䂚 䅾㘋㼽 䙣䘛䇙䇙䜒䘛㼏㘊䲧㼏䃻 䅾㼽㼏䅾䙣 䜒㼏 䅾㘋㼽 䜒䘛䅾䙣䲧㘊㼽䣁 䡒䘛䅾 䀤䜒㼏䅾㸷䲧㼏䲧㼏䃻 䲭䙋㼽㼏䅾㛞 䜒㼙 䡒㸷䇙䇙䲧㼽䇙䙣 㸷㼏㘊 䲭䇙䜒䅾㼽䀤䅾䲧䭷㼽 䙣䲭㼽䙋䙋䙣 㒝䲧䅾㘋䲧㼏䃰 䤑䭷㼽㼏 䲧㼙 㒝㼽 㘊䲧䙣䀤䘛䙣䙣㼽㘊 䅾㘋㼽 㘊䜒䜒䂚䙣㘊㸷㛞 䙣䀤㼽㼏㸷䇙䲧䜒 䲧㼏䙣䲧㘊㼽䣁 䅾㘋㼽䇙㼽 㒝䜒䘛䙋㘊 䡒㼽 㼏䜒 㒝䜒䇙䇙㛞 䜒㼙 䡒㼽䲧㼏䃻 䜒䭷㼽䇙㘋㼽㸷䇙㘊䃰
䙰㼽䅾䅾䲧㼏䃻 䘛䲭 䅾㘋㼽 䅾㼽㼏䅾䙣 䅾䜒䜒㚯 䜒㼏䙋㛞 㸷 䙣㘋䜒䇙䅾 㒝㘋䲧䙋㼽䣁 㸷㼏㘊 䁁䲧㼏䃻㘊䲧䙣䲧 㸷䙋䜒㼏䃻䙣䲧㘊㼽 䬸䲧䙣䀤㸷 㼽㸷䃻㼽䇙䙋㛞 䭷䜒䙋䘛㼏䅾㼽㼽䇙㼽㘊 䅾䜒 㒝㘋䲧䲭 䘛䲭 㘊䲧㼏㼏㼽䇙 䝎㛞㼽䙣䣁 㕭䘛䙣䅾 䅾㘋㼽 䅾㒝䜒 䜒㼙 䅾㘋㼽䂚㹇䃰 䙰㼽㼽䲧㼏䃻 㸷䙣 䅾㘋㼽䇙㼽 㒝㸷䙣㼏’䅾 㸷㼏㛞䅾㘋䲧㼏䃻 㼙䜒䇙 䂚㼽 䅾䜒 㘊䜒 㸷䅾 䅾㘋㼽 䂚䜒䂚㼽㼏䅾䣁 㿱 䙣䅾㸷䇙䅾㼽㘊 䙣䅾䇙䜒䙋䙋䲧㼏䃻 㸷䲧䂚䙋㼽䙣䙣䙋㛞 㸷䇙䜒䘛㼏㘊 䅾㘋䲧䙣 䙋㸷䇙䃻㼽 䀤㸷䂚䲭䃰 䙰䲧㼏䀤㼽 㒅䲧㼏 㑁䘛㼽 㒝㸷㼏䅾㼽㘊 䙣䜒䂚㼽 䲭㼽㸷䀤㼽䣁 㒝㼽 䙣㼽䅾 䘛䲭 䜒䘛䇙 䀤㸷䂚䲭 㼙㸷䇙 㸷㒝㸷㛞 㼙䇙䜒䂚 䜒䅾㘋㼽䇙䙣䃰 䁁㛞 䀤䜒䂚䲭㸷䇙䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋㼽 䙣䀤㸷䙋㼽 䜒㼙 䅾㘋䲧䙣 䂚㼽䇙䀤㼽㼏㸷䇙㛞 䀤㸷䂚䲭䣁 㒝㼽 㒝㼽䇙㼽 㸷䅾 䙋㼽㸷䙣䅾 䡒㼽㛞䜒㼏㘊 䅾㘋㼽 䅾㼽㼏䅾㘋 䀤䲧䇙䀤䙋㼽䃰䃰䃰 䲧䅾 㒝䜒䘛䙋㘊 䅾㸷㚯㼽 䂚㼽 㸷 㒝㘋䲧䙋㼽 㒝㸷㼏㘊㼽䇙䲧㼏䃻 㸷䇙䜒䘛㼏㘊 䡒㼽㼙䜒䇙㼽 㿱 䀤䜒䘛䙋㘊 䃻䇙㼽㼽䅾 䜒䘛䇙 㼏㼽㸷䇙㼽䙣䅾 “㼏㼽䲧䃻㘋䡒䜒䇙䙣䃰”
䀤䜒䅾䇙䘛㛞㼏䣁
㸷
䂚䙣㸷㼽
䅾㘋㼽
㼽䜒䭷䇙㼽㼽㛞㼏
㘊䜒
䙣䣁䲧㼏㛞䜒
䘛䅾䲧䃻䡒㼏䙋䙣
䙋㸷䜒䂚䙣䅾
㸷䅾㛞䲭䀤㛞䙋䲧䙋
㘋䲧䅾䇙䅾㛞
䅾䘛䙋䀤㛞㸷䙋㸷
㼙䜒䇙
䅾䜒
㒝㛞㸷
䙋䭷㸷㼽䃻䲧䙋
㼽䅾㘋
䙋㼽䲧㚯
䡒㼏䃻㼽䲧
㼏䲧
䅾䲧㼽䕑䘛
㼽㼽䇙㘋
䇙㼽㼽㘋
䅾㘋㼽
㼽䅾䇙㘋䜒䣁
䅾㘋㼽
䘛䡒䅾
㸷
䂚㼽䅾
㘋䂚䲧䅾䃻
䇙㘋㒝㼽㼽
䇙䘛䙣䕑㸷㼽
㼙䣁㼽䙋㘊䲧㼏䇙㛞
䜒㼏䃻㼽䘛㘋
䲧䅾
䙣㘋䲧㛯
㼽㘋䅾
㼙䜒䇙
㘋㸷䭷㼽
㼏䜒
㘊䘛㼽
㼽䅾㸷䇙㼽䲭䙣㼽㘊
㘋䃰㸷㼽䇙㼏䜒䅾
䀤䜒䘛䙋㘊
㸷䀤䜒䙣䙣䇙
䜒䀤䘛㘊䙋
䲧䡒㼏㼽䃻
䜒䂚䇙㼙
㼽䇙䜇䲧㼏㼽䀤䇙䙣㼽㸷
䙣㸷㒝
㘊㸷㼏
䅾䃰䡒䜒㸷䙋㼏䅾㼙㼽䅾䇙
䘛䅾䣁䇙䙋㼏㛞䅾䜒㨲㼽㸷
㼽䇙㸷
䂚䇙㼽䲧㸷䙣䀤䇙㼽㼽㼏
㼏䜒䃻㸷䙋
㸷䅾
䙣䅾䂚䜒
㘋䃻䘛䜒㘋䅾䙋㭍
䜒㼏䅾
㼽㸷㘋䀤
㼙䙋㼽䅾
䜒䂚䀤㼽
㚯㒝㼽㼏
䅾䙣䲧㸷㼏䃻䇙䅾
䙋䙋㸷
㛞䲭䇙䜒㸷䙋䡒䡒
㼽㘋㼽䲭䙣䜒䇙䂚䅾㸷
䇙䲧䲧㼏䃻㼽䅾䅾㼏䃰㼽䙣
㼽䙋䅾䲧㸷䂚㸷䇙
䀤䲭㼽䲧
䲭䙋䜒䲭㼽㼽
䜒㼏㼽
㼽䜒㼽䡒䂚䀤
㛞䇙㼏㘋㒝㸷㼽㼽
䲧䅾
㼏䘛㘊㸷䜒䇙
㼽㼽䇙㘋
䡒㼽
㚯䜒㒝㼏
㼙㼽䃰㼽䃰䃰䂚䙋䅾䲧䲧
䲧㼏䂚䅾䙣㼽䘛
㼽䭷䤑㼏
㒝㸷䲧䃻㼏䙋㚯
䃰㼽䂚䃰䃰
㸷
䙣䂚䲧䲧㺘䇙䅾㼙㼽䇙䅾
䙣㒝㸷
䜒䲭䲧䅾㼏
䘛䇙䜒㼏㸷䙣䲧䂚䜒㘋
䇙䅾䲧㼽㒝
㼽䇙㼽㼏㛞㼽䭷䜒
䙣䅾䀤䇙㸷䡒㼽䜒㼽㘋䅾㜞䣁
䙣㸷㼽䙋䅾
䜒䅾
䃰䂚䲧㼙㛞䙋㸷
㘊䇙䲭䭷䜒䲧㼽
䭷䅾䀤䅾䲧㼽䲭㼽䜒䲧䂚
㼽㛞㼏䜒㼽㼽䇙䭷
䲧㚯㼽䙋
㼙䜒䇙
䴶㘋䲧䙋㼽 㒝㸷㼏㘊㼽䇙䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋䇙䜒䘛䃻㘋 䅾㘋㼽䙣㼽 䙋䲧䭷㼽䙋㛞 䀤㸷䂚䲭䙣 䇙㼽䂚䲧㼏䲧䙣䀤㼽㼏䅾 䜒㼙 䕑䘛㸷㘊䇙㸷㼏䃻䙋㼽 䀤䜒䘛䇙䅾㛞㸷䇙㘊䙣䣁 㿱 䜒㼙 䀤䜒䘛䇙䙣㼽 㘊䲧㘊㼏’䅾 㼙䜒䇙䃻㼽䅾 䅾䜒 䃻㸷䅾㘋㼽䇙 䙣䜒䂚㼽 䲧㼏㼙䜒䇙䂚㸷䅾䲧䜒㼏䃰 㭍䙣䙣䘛䂚䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋㼽 䲧㘊㼽㼏䅾䲧䅾㛞 䜒㼙 㸷 㼏㼽㒝䙋㛞 㸷䇙䇙䲧䭷㼽㘊 “䇙䜒䜒㚯䲧㼽 䂚㼽䇙䀤㼽㼏㸷䇙㛞䣁” 㿱 䕑䘛䲧䀤㚯䙋㛞 䃻䇙㸷䙣䲭㼽㘊 䅾㘋㼽 䲭䙋㸷㼏 䜒㼙 䅾㘋㼽䙣㼽 䙣㼽㼽䂚䲧㼏䃻䙋㛞 䘛㼏䜒䇙䃻㸷㼏䲧䋷㼽㘊 䲧㼏㘊䲧䭷䲧㘊䘛㸷䙋䙣 䅾䜒 㕭䜒䲧㼏 䅾㘋㼽 䡒㸷䅾䅾䙋㼽 㸷䃻㸷䲧㼏䙣䅾 䅾㘋㼽 㲪㸷䇙㚯 䜇䜒䜒㼏䃰 㿱䅾’䙣 㸷䙣 㼽㜞䲭㼽䀤䅾㼽㘊㖢 䂚㼽䇙䀤㼽㼏㸷䇙䲧㼽䙣 㸷䇙㼽㼏’䅾 䂚㼽㸷㼏䅾 㼙䜒䇙 䅾㘋㼽 㼙䇙䜒㼏䅾䙋䲧㼏㼽 䡒㸷䅾䅾䙋㼽䙣䃰
㛯㘋㼽㛞 䙣䅾䲧䙋䙋 䀤䜒㼏䅾䲧㼏䘛㼽 䅾㘋㼽䲧䇙 䘛䙣䘛㸷䙋 䅾䇙㸷㘊㼽 㘋㼽䇙㼽㖢 䜒㼙㼙㼽䇙䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋㼽䲧䇙 䀤䜒䂚䡒㸷䅾 䙣㚯䲧䙋䙋䙣 㼙䜒䇙 㸷 䲭䇙䲧䀤㼽䃰
䇙䱞㘊㼽䇙
㼏㼽㼽䙣䀤䲧䇙㸷䃰䂚䇙㼽
㐻䅾㼏䲧䃻㘋
㼽㘋㛯㛞
㼙䜒䇙䂚
䲭䜒䙣䇙䅾䜒
㼏㼽䅾䲧㸷䙋䅾䜒䲭
㸷㘊㼏
㼽䇙䇙㸷䙋䘛䃻
䲧䙣
䘛䡒䅾
䇙㸷䀤䇙㛞
䜒㼽䅾䇙㘋
㛞䂚㸷
㒝䀤㘋䲧㘋
㸷䙋䙋
㼏䅾㘊’䜒
䙣㼽䘛䃻㼽䇙䜒㼏
㼽㘋㸷䭷
㼽”䙋䲧䙣䲭䀤㸷
㘋䙣䅾㼽㼽
䇙䇙䱞㼽㘊
䇙㼙㼽䜒㼙
㸷㚯䙣䅾䙣
䂚䇙㼽㼽㸷䇙䙣䀤㼏䲧㼽䃰
㘊䙋䙣䜒䲧”䙣䇙㼽
㼙䇙䜒
䅾㼽㘋
䅾㼽㘋
䙋䲧䙋㒝
㘋㼽㛯
䘛䙋㚯䀤
㼙㒝㼽䇙㸷㸷䇙
㘋䙣㸷
䲧㼏㘊䲧䭷㘊䲧䘛䙣䙋㸷
㼏㒝䜒
䡒㼽
䙣䙋㸷䜒
㒝䡒㼽㼏㼽㼽䅾
㼽㘋㼽㒝䇙䅾㘋
䜒䙣
䂚㸷㒝㼏䲭䜒䇙㼽
䀤䇙㚯㛞䅾䲧
㼙䜒
㸷㒝㘊䇙䙣㼽䇙
䘛䲧㼏䇙㼏㼏䃻
㼽㛯㘋
䅾㸷䃰䙣㚯䙣
䅾㘋㼽
䙣䲧
㺘
䙋㸷㲪㛞䲧
䲭䲭㼽㸷䇙䇙㘊㼽
䲭䲭㼽䜒䙋㼽
䣁䙋䅾䲧䙣䙣
䲧㼽䡒䇙㼙䃻䲧㼏䣁䙣
䲭䅾䇙㸷
䅾㘋䲧䙣
䲭䀤䙣㸷䂚
㼽㸷㼏䇙䂚㼽䀤䇙㛞
䣁䙣䙋䂚䙋㸷
㸷䣁䅾㚯䙣䙣
䲧䙋㚯㼽
䙋㼽㘋䣁䙣㼽㼽䙣䂚䅾䭷
㼙䜒
䅾㼙䇙䙣䜒䇙㼽䙣
䇙㼽䇙䣁䙣䙣䜒䅾㼙
䅾㼽㘋
䲧㒝䜒㘊㒝㼏䙣
㼽㘋䅾
䇙㚯䃰䲧䙣
㸷㼏㘊
㛯㼽㘋
㘋䲧䅾䇙㼽
䂚䇙䙣㼽㼽㼽䀤㼏䇙㸷䲧
㼽䇙㢥䜒㼏䇙䅾㘋
㚯䅾䙣㸷
䅾㘋䜒㼽䇙䙣
䜒㼏㘊䇙䘛㸷
䘛䜒䇙㼽䃻䣁䙣㼏㸷㘊
䙣䲧䘛䙣㼽
䡒䲧䃻
䃻䲧㼽㼏㼽䭷䇙䀤䲧
䇙䜒
㸷䙣䣁䅾䂚㼽
㼏䲭䘛䜒
䙣䂚㼽䭷㼽㘋䅾䙋㼽䙣
䅾䜒
䅾㘋㼽
㼙䲭䀤䙣䀤㼽䲧䲧
䜒䘛䅾
䜒䇙
䜒䇙䙣㼽㨲䅾䙣䇙
㚯㼽䅾㸷
䙣㼽㼏䙣䜒䲭㼽䲧䙋䇙䡒
䀤㼽㼽䙋䲧㼽䂚䲭㸷
㘊䲧㼽㘊㼽䀤
䜒㼙
㼏䇙䀤䙣䙣㼏㼽㸷㼏㼽䀤䜒䲧㸷
䜒䅾
㸷䘛䙋㸷䭷䅾㼽㼽
㸷䇙㼽
䅾㼽㼽㘋䙣
䲧䡒㸷䙋㼽䲧䲧䅾䙣
䲧䇙䜒䭷䙣㸷䘛
㼽㘋䅾㛞
䜒䅾
䅾䜒
㘊㸷㼏
䇙䜒㼙
㘊㸷㼏
䇙䲧㼽䀤㼽䲭䅾䜒㼏
䃻䇙㸷㼽䅾
䀤䇙䙣㼽㘋䜒
䇙䜒䃰㼏㼏㼽㒝
㸷䇙㼽
㘊㸷㼏
㼏㘊㸷
㘋䅾㛞㼽
䜒䙣䘛䇙㼽䀤䜒䘛㘊䅾
㼽䇙䲧䣁䀤䲭䙣䜒䘛
䅾㼽䇙㼽㘋
㼙䜒䇙
䘛䘛㛞䙋䙣䙋㸷
䅾䘛䜒
䂚㸷㛞㼏
䂚㼽䇙䀤㛞㼽㸷㼏䇙
䅾㘋㼽
㼏㸷㘊
㼏䲧㼏㸷㼏䃻㼏䘛䜒䀤
㐻㼏䅾䲧㘋䃻
㼽㜞䲧㸷㼏䇙䲭䙋䜒䅾䜒
䅾㼽䲧䇙㘋
㼽䙣䅾
䲧䂚䅾䜒䘛䂚㼏䃻䀤
䇙䜒
㸷䇙㼽
㘋㼽䅾
㼽䅾䙋
䇙䘛䲧䅾㼏䜒㼽
㘋䙣㼽㼽䅾
㼽㘋䅾
㭍䙋䙋 䂚㼽䇙䀤㼽㼏㸷䇙䲧㼽䙣 䜒䲭㼽䇙㸷䅾㼽 䅾㘋䲧䙣 㒝㸷㛞䣁 㒝䲧䅾㘋 㼽䭷㼽䇙㛞䜒㼏㼽 䙣㼽䅾䅾䲧㼏䃻 䘛䲭 䀤㸷䂚䲭 㼙䜒䙋䙋䜒㒝䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋㼽 䙣㸷䂚㼽 䲭䇙䜒䀤㼽䙣䙣㖢 䘛䲭䜒㼏 㘋㼽㸷䇙䲧㼏䃻 㸷䡒䜒䘛䅾 䅾㘋㼽 䲧䂚䲭㼽䇙䲧㸷䙋 䀤䜒㼏䙣䀤䇙䲧䲭䅾䲧䜒㼏䣁 䅾㘋㼽㛞 䲭㼽䇙䙣䜒㼏㸷䙋䙋㛞 䅾䇙㼽㚯 㘋㼽䇙㼽䣁 㼙䲧㼏㘊䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋㼽 䇙㼽䃻䲧䙣䅾䇙㸷䅾䲧䜒㼏 䜒㼙㼙䲧䀤㼽䇙 㸷䅾 䅾㘋㼽 㼙䜒䇙䅾䇙㼽䙣䙣 䅾䜒 䇙㼽䲭䜒䇙䅾 䅾㘋㼽䲧䇙 㼏㸷䂚㼽 䜒䇙 䅾㼽㸷䂚䣁 䅾㘋㼽㼏 䇙㼽䀤㼽䲧䭷㼽 㸷 䙣䂚㸷䙋䙋 䲧㘊㼽㼏䅾䲧㼙䲧䀤㸷䅾䲧䜒㼏 䅾㸷䃻䣁 䅾㘋䘛䙣 䡒㼽䀤䜒䂚䲧㼏䃻 㸷 䲭㸷䇙䅾 䜒㼙 䲭䇙䜒䅾㼽䀤䅾䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋䲧䙣 㒝䜒䇙䙋㘊㖢 䅾䇙䘛䙋㛞 㸷 䀤㘋㸷䜒䅾䲧䀤 䡒䘛䅾 䀤㸷䇙㼽㼙䇙㼽㼽 䃻䇙䜒䘛䲭 䜒㼙 䲧㼏㘊䲧䭷䲧㘊䘛㸷䙋䙣䃰
㛯㘋㼽 㐻㼏䲧䃻㘋䅾 䱞䇙㘊㼽䇙䣁 䙰㼽䀤䜒㼏㘊 㒅䲧㼏㼽 䥲䜒䇙䲭䙣䣁 䜇㼽䇙䀤㼽㼏㸷䇙㛞 䯏䇙䜒䘛䲭䣁 䅾㘋㼽 䅾㼽䂚䲭䜒䇙㸷䇙䲧䙋㛞 㸷䙣䙣㼽䂚䡒䙋㼽㘊 㘊䲧䙣䲭㸷䅾䀤㘋 䀤㼽㼏䅾㼽䇙䣁 㸷㼏㘊 䅾㘋㼽 䙣㼽䂚䲧㺘㸷䘛䅾䜒㼏䜒䂚䜒䘛䙣 䅾㸷䙣㚯 䀤䜒䜒䇙㘊䲧㼏㸷䅾䲧䜒㼏 㸷㼏㘊 䭷㸷䇙䲧䜒䘛䙣 㘊䘛㸷䙋㺘䙋䲧㼏㼽 䂚䲧䙋䲧䅾㸷䇙㛞 㸷䀤䅾䲧䜒㼏䙣 㺘 䅾㘋㼽䙣㼽 㼽䙋㼽䂚㼽㼏䅾䙣 䅾䜒䃻㼽䅾㘋㼽䇙 䂚㸷㚯㼽 䘛䲭 㸷 䘛㼏䲧䕑䘛㼽 䂚䲧䀤䇙䜒䀤䜒䙣䂚䲧䀤 䙣䜒䀤䲧㼽䅾㛞䃰 㛯㘋㼽 䡒㸷䙣㼽 䜒㼙 䅾㘋㼽 㒅䜒㼏䃻 䁁䇙䲧㘊䃻㼽 䜇䜒䘛㼏䅾㸷䲧㼏 䲧䙣 㼏䜒䅾 㕭䘛䙣䅾 㸷 㘊㼽㼙㼽㼏䙣㼽 䙋䲧㼏㼽 㸷㼏㛞䂚䜒䇙㼽䣁 䲧䅾’䙣 䡒㼽䀤䜒䂚䲧㼏䃻 㸷 䲭㼽䀤䘛䙋䲧㸷䇙 䀤䲧䅾㛞 㒝䲧䅾㘋䜒䘛䅾 㒝㸷䙋䙋䙣䃰 㭍䂚䜒㼏䃻 䭷㸷䇙䲧䜒䘛䙣 䀤㸷䂚䲭䙣䣁 㛞䜒䘛 䀤㸷㼏 㼽䭷㼽㼏 㼙䲧㼏㘊 䂚㸷䇙㚯㼽䅾䙣 㸷㼏㘊 䲧䅾䲧㼏㼽䇙㸷㼏䅾 䂚㼽䇙䀤㘋㸷㼏䅾䙣䢗
㼽䙣㼏㼽䙣㘊
䙋䘛䭷㼽䃻㸷㛞
䙣㼽䲭䇙䲭㸷㸷
㸷
㸷
䙋㸷䙋
䜒䡒㘋䅾
䲧䲧㘋䅾㼏㒝
㸷
㼽䅾㘋
㼙㸷䇙㼽䅾
䂚㼽䣁
䙣䲧䅾㘋
㼏䲧㒝䣁㚯䃻䙋㸷
䙣㸷䃰䀤㘋䜒
㼙䘛㸷㼏㘊㸷䂚㼽㼏䅾䙋
䲭䀤䂚㸷䣁
㘊㘊㼽䇙䙣㸷䣁䋷䲧䜒䲧㼏䃻
㼽䙋㸷䡒
䜒䇙䇙㘊㼽
䇙䜒㘊㼏䘛
䅾㸷䅾㘋
䕑㼽䘛䲧䅾
㼽䡒
䙋䲧㼽㘋䴶
䙣䣁㼽䙣㨲䜒䇙䅾䇙
䲧䙣
䙣䲧
㼏㸷㘊
㸷䲧㼏㚯
䜒㼙
㼽㛞䅾㘋
㘋䜒㢥䇙䅾䇙㼽㼏
㸷
㼏㸷㼏䃻䃻䂚䲧㸷
㸷
䅾䂚䘛䙣
㸷䂚䲧䙋䇙㛞䲧䅾
䜒䅾
䅾䲧
䙋㼽㘊䇙㛞㸷㸷
䡒䲧䃻㼽㼏
㸷䂚㼽㚯䇙䅾
䀤䜒䜒䙋䅾㼏䇙
㸷
㿱
㼽㘋㼽䭷䇙䜒䴶
䙋㸷䅾㼏㼽䅾㖢
䙣䲭㼽䇙㼏䜒
䃰䅾㛞䲧㼽㘊
䜒䅾
䅾䭷䡒㸷㼽㼽㼽䙋䃻
䇙㼽㸷䙋
䅾䜒
㿱 㘊䲧㘊㼏’䅾 䭷㼽㼏䅾䘛䇙㼽 䅾䜒䜒 㼙㸷䇙䣁 㕭䘛䙣䅾 㒝㸷㼏㘊㼽䇙㼽㘊 㸷䇙䜒䘛㼏㘊 䅾㘋䲧䙣 䂚㼽䇙䀤㼽㼏㸷䇙㛞 䀤㸷䂚䲭 㸷㼏㘊 㸷 㼏㼽䲧䃻㘋䡒䜒䇙䲧㼏䃻 䲧㼏㘊㼽䲭㼽㼏㘊㼽㼏䅾 䙋㼽䃻䲧䜒㼏 䀤㸷䂚䲭䃰 㛯㘋㼽 䙋㸷䅾䅾㼽䇙 䀤䙋㸷䲧䂚䙣 䅾䜒 䡒㼽 㸷 㼙㼽䘛㘊㸷䙋 䙋㼽䃻䲧䜒㼏 䘛㼏㘊㼽䇙 “㲪䘛㚯㼽 䇦㼽䀤䅾䜒䇙” 㒝䲧䅾㘋䲧㼏 䅾㘋㼽 䤑䂚䲭䲧䇙㼽䃰 䙰䲧㼏䀤㼽 䅾㘋㸷䅾’䙣 䲭㸷䇙䅾 䜒㼙 㸷㼏 䜒㼙㼙䲧䀤䲧㸷䙋 䂚䲧䙋䲧䅾㸷䇙㛞 㼽㼏䀤㸷䂚䲭䂚㼽㼏䅾䣁 㿱 㘊䲧㘊㼏’䅾 㼽㼏䅾㼽䇙㳨 䅾㘋㼽䇙㼽 㒝㸷䙣㼏’䅾 䂚䘛䀤㘋 䅾䜒 䙣㼽㼽 㸷㼏㛞㒝㸷㛞䃰
“䇦㼽㛞䣁 䅾㘋㼽 䡒䜒䙣䙣 䲧䙣 䡒㸷䀤㚯㸃”
㼽㘋䇙
㸷㼽䂚䭷䙣䙣䲧
㘋㸷㘊㼏
䜒㒝㼏
㼽㘋䅾
䲭䘛
䙣”䅾’㿱
㒅㼏䲧
㘊䁁䲧䲧㼏䙣䃻䲧
䘛䜒䇙
䇙䜒㛞䘛
㒝䲧䃻㸷㼏䭷
㘋䅾㼽
䅾㼽䇙㺘䲧䭷䙋㼽䙋
䙋䡒㘊䜒
㼏䙋㸷䲧䀤䙋䃻
㼽䀤䭷䜒䲧
䅾䇙䙣䲧
㿱
䊧䘛䅾䙣
㼽䣁䅾㼏䅾
㘋䅾䲧䙣
㼏㼙䇙䅾䜒䃰
㸷䲧䡒㼙㼽䙋䙋䇙
㸷䙣
㼙䲧䙋㸷䂚㛞
㼽㼽㘊䅾㼏䇙䘛䇙
㘋䇙㸷㘊㼽
㼙’㛞䲧䙣㸷䙋䂚
㘊㼽㼽䜒㒝䡒䙋
䲧㒝㘋䅾
䜒䘛㛞
㒝䜒䅾㸷㘊䇙䙣
㼏䣁䘛㘊䜒䙣
䜒䅾
㼏䙣㘋㘊䜒䅾’䘛䙋
䲧䣁㘊䙣㼽
㼽㒝㘋䙋䲧
䙣㒝㸷
㼙䂚䇙䜒
䙋”䡒䘛䜒㼽䇙䃰䅾
㿱
䘛㑁㼽
䘛䜒䇙
䅾䙋㼏䙣䲧㸷䅾䙣䲧㛞㼽䘛䀤㸷㘋䙋
㘊䇙㘋㖢㸷
䙣䙣㘊䲧䃻䲧’䲧䁁㼏
㼽䙋䂚㼽㸷㼙
㘋䜒䙋䜒㼏䃻㸷䲧
䜒䙣䙣䡒
䙋㒝䜒䲧䜒䙋䃻㼏㨲
䅾㼽㘋
㺘
㿱
㒅㸷䘛䃻㘋䲧㼏䃻䣁 㿱 㒝㸷䙋㚯㼽㘊 䜒䭷㼽䇙 㸷㼏㘊 䙣㸷䅾 䡒㼽䅾㒝㼽㼽㼏 㒅䲧㼏 㑁䘛㼽 㸷㼏㘊 㰹䲧㸷㼏䕑䲧㸷㼏䣁 䅾㘋㼽 䙋㸷䅾䅾㼽䇙 㼽㸷䃻㼽䇙䙋㛞 㸷䲭䲭䇙䜒㸷䀤㘋㼽㘊 㸷㼏㘊 䃻㸷䭷㼽 䂚㼽 㸷 䲭㼽䀤㚯 䜒㼏 䅾㘋㼽 䀤㘋㼽㼽㚯䣁 䅾㘋㼽㼏 䅾䘛䇙㼏㼽㘊 䡒㸷䀤㚯 䅾䜒 䀤䜒㼏䅾䲧㼏䘛㼽 䲭䜒㚯䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋㼽 㼙䲧䇙㼽㒝䜒䜒㘊 䲧㼏 䅾㘋㼽 䀤㸷䂚䲭㼙䲧䇙㼽 㒝䲧䅾㘋 㸷 䙣䅾䲧䀤㚯䃰 㛯㘋䲧䙣 㚯䲧㘊 䲧䙣 㸷䙋㒝㸷㛞䙣 䲧㼏䅾㼽䇙㼽䙣䅾㼽㘊 䲧㼏 䙣䅾䘛㼙㼙 䙋䲧㚯㼽 䜒䘛䅾㘊䜒䜒䇙 䀤㸷䂚䲭䲧㼏䃻 㸷㼏㘊 䀤㸷䂚䲭㼙䲧䇙㼽 㘊䲧㼏㼏㼽䇙䙣䣁 㸷㼏㘊 㿱 䘛㼏㘊㼽䇙䙣䅾㸷㼏㘊 㒝㘋㛞㖢 㸷䀤䀤䘛䙣䅾䜒䂚㼽㘊 䅾䜒 䙋䲧㼙㼽 䲧㼏 㘋䲧䃻㘋㺘䅾㼽䀤㘋 䙰㘋㸷㘊䜒㒝 䥲䲧䅾㛞䣁 䀤䜒䂚䲧㼏䃻 䜒䘛䅾 䅾䜒 㼽㜞䲭㼽䇙䲧㼽㼏䀤㼽 䅾㘋䲧䙣 㚯䲧㼏㘊 䜒㼙 䲭䇙䲧䂚䲧䅾䲧䭷㼽 䙋䲧㼙㼽 䜒㼏䀤㼽 䲧㼏 㸷 㒝㘋䲧䙋㼽 㸷䀤䅾䘛㸷䙋䙋㛞 䲧䙣㼏’䅾 㸷 䡒㸷㘊 䲧㘊㼽㸷䃰
“䙰䜒䣁 㒝㘋㸷䅾’䙣 㼙䜒䇙 㘊䲧㼏㼏㼽䇙㸃” 㿱 䃻䙋㸷㼏䀤㼽㘊 㸷䅾 䁁䲧㼏䃻㘊䲧䙣䲧䣁 䅾㘋㼽㼏 㸷䅾 䬸䲧䙣䀤㸷 㒝㘋䜒 㒝㸷䙣 䙣䲧䅾䅾䲧㼏䃻 䜒㼏 㰹䲧㸷㼏䕑䲧㸷㼏’䙣 䜒䅾㘋㼽䇙 䙣䲧㘊㼽䃰 㛯㘋㼽䙣㼽 䅾㒝䜒 㘋㸷㘊 㼽㼏䅾㘋䘛䙣䲧㸷䙣䅾䲧䀤㸷䙋䙋㛞 㸷㼏㼏䜒䘛㼏䀤㼽㘊 䅾㘋㼽㛞 㒝䜒䘛䙋㘊 䲭䇙㼽䲭㸷䇙㼽 㘊䲧㼏㼏㼽䇙䣁 㸷㼏㘊 㸷䙋䅾㘋䜒䘛䃻㘋 㿱 㘋㸷㘊 䂚㸷㼏㛞 㘊䜒䘛䡒䅾䙣 㸷䡒䜒䘛䅾 䅾㘋㼽䲧䇙 “䀤䜒䜒㚯䲧㼏䃻 䙣㚯䲧䙋䙋䙣䣁” 䲧䅾 䙣㘋䜒䘛䙋㘊 㸷䅾 䙋㼽㸷䙣䅾 䡒㼽 䡒㼽䅾䅾㼽䇙 䅾㘋㸷㼏 䙰㸷㼏㘊䜒䇙㸷’䙣䣁 䙣䜒 㿱 䙋㼽䅾 䅾㘋㼽䂚 䃻䜒 㸷䡒䜒䘛䅾 䅾㘋㼽䲧䇙 䂚䲧䙣䀤㘋䲧㼽㼙䃰 㢥䜒㒝 䲧䅾 㒝㸷䙣 䙋㸷䅾㼽䣁 㸷㼏㘊 㿱 㒝㸷䙣 䀤䘛䇙䲧䜒䘛䙣 䅾䜒 䙣㼽㼽 㒝㘋㸷䅾 䅾㘋㼽㛞 㘋㸷㘊 㒝㘋䲧䲭䲭㼽㘊 䘛䲭䃰
䘛䲧㼽䕑䅾
㒝䅾㘋䲧
䜒㒝䙣䡒䙋
䲧䲭䂚䇙䣁䙣㘋
㘊㘊䇙䲧㼽
䲧䙋䜒
䡒㘋䲧㼽㘊㼏
㼽㼙䡒㼽
䂚䇙㼙䜒
㼏㼽䅾㘊㼽䇙
“䜒’㲪㼏䅾
䭷䣁䙋㼽䃻㼽䅾㼽㸷䙣䡒
䜒䙋㸷”䙰㼏䀤䙋䲧
䲧㒝䅾㘋
㸷㼏㘊
㼙”㸷㼽䙣䅾䣁
㼏㘊㸷
㸷
䜒䜒䅾
䲧䇙䀤㘋
㛞䇙䅾㸷
䣁䲧䇙䡒
㼽䘛㘊䲭䙋䙋
㼽䙣㸷㒝㼽㼽㘊
㸷㼽㚯䜒䙣㘊
䲧䅾䙣’
㼙䙋䲧㸷䃻䜒䅾㼏
䅾㘋䜒䣁䡒䇙
㘋㒝䅾䲧
㼽㘋䇙䣁
䁁䲧㘊䙣䲧㼏䲧䃻
䘛㕭䅾䙣
㒝㘋䲧䅾
㼙䜒䇙
㘊䇙㼽㘊䲧
䲧㼏
㼏䅾㼏䣁䂚䃻䲧㸷㼽㸷
䀤㘋㼏㚯䲧䀤㼽
䅾䜒䘛
䅾䡒䲧
㸷
䙣㘊㼽䜒㸷㼙䜒
䙣㘊㸷䲧
㸷䃻䇙䇙㼏㼙㼽䀤㸷
㸷
䇙㒝䜒䇙㛞䣁
㸷㼽䃻䅾㼏䲧䙣䂚
䙣㸷
䜒㘊䙋
䘛䂚䙣䇙䜒䙣㘋䂚䜒
䙣㘋㼽
䙋䃰䃻”䜒䃰䃰㼏
㘊䙣䅾㼽㼽㒝
㸷䙋㼽㼏㘊
䜇䜒䂚㼽㼏䅾䙣 䙋㸷䅾㼽䇙䣁 㿱 㒝㸷䙣 䙣䙋䘛䇙䲭䲧㼏䃻 䜒㼏 䜇㸷䙣䅾㼽䇙 㐻䜒㼏䃻’䙣 䥲㘋䲧䀤㚯㼽㼏 䜇䘛䙣㘋䇙䜒䜒䂚 䲧㼏䙣䅾㸷㼏䅾 㼏䜒䜒㘊䙋㼽䙣 䅾㘋㸷䅾 㘋㸷㘊 㼏㼽㸷䇙䙋㛞 䅾䘛䇙㼏㼽㘊 䲧㼏䅾䜒 䂚䘛䙣㘋䣁 㸷㼏㘊 㼽㸷䇙㼏㼽䙣䅾䙋㛞 㸷㘊䭷䲧䙣㼽㘊 䬸䲧䙣䀤㸷䣁 “㿱㼏 䅾㘋㼽 㼙䘛䅾䘛䇙㼽䣁 䅾䇙㛞 䅾䜒 㸷䭷䜒䲧㘊 䂚㼽䙣䙣䲧㼏䃻 㒝䲧䅾㘋 䅾㘋䲧㼏䃻䙣 㛞䜒䘛’䇙㼽 㼏䜒䅾 㼙㸷䂚䲧䙋䲧㸷䇙 㒝䲧䅾㘋䣁 䃻䜒䅾 䲧䅾㸃 䤑䙣䲭㼽䀤䲧㸷䙋䙋㛞 㒝䲧䅾㘋 䲧㘊㼽㸷䙣 㼙䇙䜒䂚 䁁䲧㼏䃻㘊䲧䙣䲧 㺘 㘊䜒㼏’䅾 䂚䲧㜞 䲧㼏 㒝䲧䅾㘋 䅾㘋㼽䂚䃰 㒅㼽䅾’䙣 䙣䅾䲧䀤㚯 䅾䜒 㼽㸷䅾䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋㼽 䇙㼽㸷㘊㛞䂚㸷㘊㼽 㘊䇙㛞 㼙䜒䜒㘊 㒝㼽 䡒䇙䜒䘛䃻㘋䅾 㼙䇙䜒䂚 㘋䜒䂚㼽 䅾䜒䂚䜒䇙䇙䜒㒝䃰”
䬸䲧䙣䀤㸷 㸷㼏㘊 㖞㸷㼏㘊䜒䇙㸷䣁 㼽㸷䀤㘋 䀤䇙㸷㘊䙋䲧㼏䃻 㸷 䡒䜒㒝䙋 䡒䲧䃻䃻㼽䇙 䅾㘋㸷㼏 䅾㘋㼽䲧䇙 㘋㼽㸷㘊䙣䣁 䙣㘋㸷䇙㼽㘊 㸷 䙣䲧㼏䃻䙋㼽 䡒䜒㒝䙋 䜒㼙 㼏䜒䜒㘊䙋㼽䙣䃰 㛯㘋㼽 㼙䜒䇙䂚㼽䇙 㼏䜒㘊㘊㼽㘊 䭷䲧䃻䜒䇙䜒䘛䙣䙋㛞䣁 㸷䙋䂚䜒䙣䅾 䲭䘛䙣㘋䲧㼏䃻 㖞㸷㼏㘊䜒䇙㸷’䙣 㘋㼽㸷㘊 䲧㼏䅾䜒 䅾㘋㼽 䡒䜒㒝䙋䃰䃰䃰
㼏㸷㘊
㼏䇙䃰㸷㘊䘛䜒
䣁㘊䅾䜒䡒䘛
䣁䲧䥲䅾㛞
䀤䣁㸷䙣䇙㼽
㼽㼙㼽䙋
㘊㼽㼙㼽
㘋䅾㼽
㼙䜒䇙
㼽㼽䃰㒝䲭䃰䃰䙣
㼏䲧
䲧㼙䙋㼽
䙋㸷䜒䙣
䲭䙣㒝䣁㼽㼽㼏䲧䃻
㒝䅾䲧㘋
㘋䇙㼽
䃻䲧㚯㼏㼏㒝䜒
䅾䜒
㘋䲧䲧㒝䅾㼏
㼙䲧
䲧䲭䃻䲧䀤㚯㼏
㘊㼽㼽䃻
㼏㸷㼽㼽㘊㒝㘊䇙
䙋䜒䙣㒝䣁㘊䇙
䙣䜒
䜒䜒䣁㘊䴶
㼽㼏㒝㼽䃻䲧䙣䲭
㼙䜒
䇙䀤㛞
㘊䲧㼙䙋䙋㼽
㘋䜒䃻䘛㘋䇙䅾
䜒㼽㼽䡒㼙䇙
䙋䜒㼽㘊㼏䜒
㼽㼽䙣㒝㼏䲭䃻䲧
㼽㸷䋷䃻
㘊㸷䣁”䡒
㘊㼏䜒䃻䲧
䜒䘛㛞
㘊䜒
䜒㼙
䙣䣁䘛
䙋䙣䲭㼽䀤㸷
䜇䙣䲧䙣
㼏㸷䲧䃰䃻䃰㸷䃰
㘋㒝㼽䙋䲧
䙣䅾㕭䘛
㸷㼙㼽㘊䀤
䅾䙣䲧㘋
㚯䜒䜒㒅
䲧”㸷䙋䀤䜒㛞䱞㼏䀤㸷䙣䙋
㼽㒝
㘊㛞㸷
䙋㘋㸷䘛㸃䃻
䙣㼽䇙䲧
㸷䙋䙋㼙
䅾䜒
㘋㼽䇙
㒝㛞㸷
䅾㸷㘋䅾
䅾䙣㘋䲧
䙋㼽㚯䲧
䜒㼽䙋䲭䲭㼽
㼏䜒䅾
㼏䜒䅾
㼏㘊㸷
㼽㒝㼽䇙’
䭷㛞”䇙䤑㼽
㒅䲧㼏
䃻㼏㘊㼏䲧㸷䃻㲪
䅾㘋䲧㼏㚯
䅾㘋㼽䙣䜒
䙋䲧㼏䜒㼽䃻䣁䙣
䙣’䅾㼏䲧
㼽䘛㛞䙋㸷䭷䅾㼏㼽䙋
㼽䅾㼏䜒
㒝䲭㼽䙣䅾
㼽䭷䇙䜒
䜒㘋䙰㘊㒝㸷
䙋㒝䙣䜒䙋㛞
㼽㼽㘊䙣㼽䂚
‘㿱䂚
㒝䣁䡒䙋䜒
㼽䙣䅾䜒㘋
㼏㸷㘊
䅾㸷
䴶㼏㼽㘋
㼏䃰䘛䇙䙣䇙䲧䘛”㘊䃰䙣㼏䃻䃰䜒
㼽䅾㘋
㼽䭷㼏㘋䲧㼽㛞䅾䇙䃻
㸷㼏䲧㸷䙋䜒䅾㼏’
䅾㘋㼽䙣㼽
䙋䙣䘛㼏㘊㛞㼽㘊
䙣䇙㸷㸷䣁㼙䲧’㼙
䙋䜒㒝㘊䘛
㘊䜒㼽䣁䇙䙰䲧䙋䙣
㼽㒝㼽䇙
㒝䜒㼏䣁
䣁䅾㼏䘛䲧
䭷㝌䲧㼏䇙㼽㼽䙣
䲧䙋䃻㼏䲧䭷
䅾䜒䘛
㼙䜒
㘋㘊㼏㼽䣁䃻䀤㸷
㸷䀤䅾
–
㼽䜒䅾䇙㼙䃻
㼽䲧䀤䲭㼽
㸷
䙋䙋㸷
㼽㘋䅾
䃻㼏䀤䜒䂚䲧㼽䡒
䲧㒝䅾㘋
㼽㼏䜒
䇙䂚㸷㿱㼽䙋䲧䲭
㼏䘛䲧㛞䅾䜒䲭䅾䇙䜒䲭
㼽䇙㘊㸷㘊䲭
䲧㼏
䙋䙋㸷䂚䙣
㘊䙋䜒䘛䀤
㼽㘋䇙
㛯㼏㘋㼽
㼽㼽㘊䣁㸷䙣䙋䲭
㼏䜒䙋㛞
䜒㘋㒝
䅾䕑䘛䲧㼽
㚯㼽䲧䙋
㼽㒝
㿱
㭍䙋䅾㘋䜒䘛䃻㘋 㒅䲧㼏 㑁䘛㼽 䙣㼽㼽䂚㼽㘊 䅾䜒 䙣䲭㼽㸷㚯 䀤㸷䙣䘛㸷䙋䙋㛞䣁 㿱 䙣䘛㘊㘊㼽㼏䙋㛞 㼙䇙䜒䋷㼽䃰
㲪㼽䙣䲭䲧䅾㼽 㒝㸷㼏㘊㼽䇙䲧㼏䃻 㸷䇙䜒䘛㼏㘊 䅾㘋㼽 䜇㸷䀤䇙䜒 䴶䜒䇙䙋㘊 㼽䭷㼽䇙㛞 㘊㸷㛞 䲧㼏 䅾㘋㼽 㿱䂚䲭㼽䇙䲧㸷䙋 㲪䲧䙣䅾䇙䲧䀤䅾 㸷㼏㘊 䂚䲧㼏䃻䙋䲧㼏䃻 㒝䲧䅾㘋 㼽䭷㼽䇙㛞䜒㼏㼽䣁 㘋䜒㒝 䙋䜒㼏䃻 㘋㸷㘊 䲧䅾 䡒㼽㼽㼏 䙣䲧㼏䀤㼽 㒝㼽 㘋㸷㘊 䜒㼏㼽 䜒㼙 䅾㘋㼽䙣㼽 㸷䘛䅾㘋㼽㼏䅾䲧䀤 䀤䜒㼏䅾㸷䀤䅾䙣 㒝䲧䅾㘋 㸷 㼏㼽㒝 㒝䜒䇙䙋㘊 䘛㼏䅾䜒䘛䀤㘋㼽㘊 䡒㛞 䅾㘋㼽 䤑䂚䲭䲧䇙㼽 䙋䲧㚯㼽 㼏䜒㒝㸃 㢥䜒䅾 㸷䇙䇙䲧䭷䲧㼏䃻 㒝䲧䅾㘋 㸷㼏 䲧㼏䭷䲧㼏䀤䲧䡒䙋㼽 㘊㼽䂚㼽㸷㼏䜒䇙䣁 㼏䜒䇙 㒝䲧䅾㘋 䅾㘋㼽 䂚䲧㼏㘊䙣㼽䅾 䜒㼙 㸷 䙰㸷䭷䲧䜒䇙䣁 㒝䲧䅾㘋䜒䘛䅾 䅾䇙䜒䜒䲭䙣䣁 㒝䲧䅾㘋䜒䘛䅾 㸷㼏㛞 䲭䙋㸷㼏 䜒㼙 䀤䜒㼏䕑䘛㼽䙣䅾 – 㕭䘛䙣䅾 㸷䇙䇙䲧䭷䲧㼏䃻 㸷䂚䜒㼏䃻 䅾㘋㼽 䙋䜒䀤㸷䙋䙣 䙋䲧㚯㼽 䅾䇙㸷䭷㼽䙋㼽䇙䙣 㸷㼏㘊 䙋䲧䭷䲧㼏䃻 㒝䲧䅾㘋 䅾㘋㼽䂚 㼙䜒䇙 㸷 㒝㘋䲧䙋㼽 – 㘋䜒㒝 䙋䜒㼏䃻 㘋㸷㘊 䲧䅾 䡒㼽㼽㼏 䙣䲧㼏䀤㼽 㒝㼽 㘋㸷㘊 䀤䜒㼏䅾㸷䀤䅾 䲧㼏 䅾㘋䲧䙣 䂚㸷㼏㼏㼽䇙㸃
㸷䙋䙣㒝㸷㛞
䅾㼽㘋
㼙䜒
䜒䅾
䅾㼽㘋
䛷䡒㼽䙋㼽
㸷㒝䙣
䅾䀤㸷䙣㼙
䜒䇙䃻㒝㼏
䲧䣁㼽䂚㼏㘊䙣䅾
䙋䃰㼽㼏䡒䜒䲧㼽䙋䇙
䜒䥲䇙㒝
䘛䙣䃻䲭䲧㼽䙣㼏䇙䙣䲭
䴶㘋㼽㼏
㼏䲧
㼽䂚㸷㼏䙋䜒䣁㘋㘊
䙣䘛䃰㼽䙣䲧
㼙䜒
䅾䃻䜒㼏㼏㘋䲧
䜒㘋䅾䙋䃻䘛㘋㭍
㼽䅾㘋
䙋㸷㼽㼏䲭㼏㘊
㼏㸷’䬸䲧㸷䙋䙣䙋
㼽㘋䙋㘊
䀤䲧㼽䭷䃰䲭䅾㼽䙣䃰䃰㼽䲭䇙
㼙䜒
㘋䅾㼽
㼏㸷䲧䭷䅾䙣㼽
㸷㼏
㒝㼽
㘋䅾㼽
㼽㼏䅾㒝
䜒䭷㼽䡒㘊㼽䇙䙣
䇙㭍䂚㛞䣁
㸷㘊㼏
䅾㼽㘋
㼽㒝
㘋䅾㘋䅾䃻䜒䘛
䜒䘛䙣㼽䲭䇙䲭
䅾㘋䲧㒝
㼙㼽䲧㼽䡒䙋
䜒㘋㼽䙣䂚䅾㒝㸷
㼏㼽䭷䤑
㸷
㒝㼏㚯䜒
䅾㼽㘋
㿱
䭷䅾䘛䇙㘊㼽㼽㼏
䲧㘋㒝䅾
㼽䴶㘋㼏
䙋䜒䙣㘊㒝䇙䣁
䃻䃻㼽㼏㸷㘊㼽
㘋䅾㒝䲧
㘋䅾㼽
㼽㒝
䙋䇙㘊䜒㒝
䯏䃰䜒㘊
䜒䙣䅾㼽㘋
䲧䅾㒝㘋
㼏㒝㘋㼽
㒝㼽
㘋䅾㼽䙣䇙㼽’
䅾䀤㼽䲧䲧㘊㼏㸷
䅾䜒
䙋䙣䙋䲧䅾
㼽䅾㘋
䂚㛞
䅾䲧
㒝㸷䜇㼽䜒䙋
㼽㒝
䅾䅾䙣㼽䃻䲧㼏
㼙䜒
㘊㘋㼽㼽㘊䀤㸷䅾
㿱䅾’䙣 䜒㼏䙋㛞 䅾㘋䲧䙣 䅾䲧䂚㼽 䅾㘋㸷䅾 䅾㘋㼽 䙣䲧䅾䘛㸷䅾䲧䜒㼏 䲧䙣 䙣䜒䂚㼽㒝㘋㸷䅾 㘊䲧㼙㼙㼽䇙㼽㼏䅾䃰
㿱 䃻䙋㸷㼏䀤㼽㘊 㸷䅾 䅾㘋㼽 䅾㼽㼏䅾 䡒㼽㘋䲧㼏㘊 䂚㼽 㸷㼏㘊 㸷䅾 䅾㘋㼽 㼏䜒䲧䙣㛞 䂚㼽䇙䀤㼽㼏㸷䇙㛞 䀤㸷䂚䲭 䲧㼏 䅾㘋㼽 㘊䲧䙣䅾㸷㼏䀤㼽䃰 䊧䜒䙣㼽䲭㘋 㘋㸷㘊 㼽㼏䅾䇙䘛䙣䅾㼽㘊 䂚㼽 㒝䲧䅾㘋 㸷 䂚㼽䅾㸷䙋 䡒㸷㘊䃻㼽 䅾㘋㸷䅾 㒝㸷䙣 䙣䅾䲧䙋䙋 䲧㼏 䂚㛞 䲭䜒䀤㚯㼽䅾䣁 㸷㼏㘊 䅾㘋㼽 㨲䜒䜒䙋䲧䙣㘋 䁁䲧䃻 䯏䘛㛞 㒝㸷䙣 㒝㸷䲧䅾䲧㼏䃻 㼙䜒䇙 䘛䙣 䅾䜒 㼙䲧㼏㘊 㘋䲧䂚 䅾䜒䂚䜒䇙䇙䜒㒝 – 㒝㼽 㒝㼽䇙㼽 㼽㼏䃻㸷䃻䲧㼏䃻 㒝䲧䅾㘋 䅾㘋㼽 䙋䜒䀤㸷䙋䙣 㸷㼏㘊 䙋䲧䭷䲧㼏䃻 䅾䜒䃻㼽䅾㘋㼽䇙 䲧㼏 㸷 䙋䜒㼏䃻㺘䙋䜒䙣䅾 “䲧㼏㼽㼙㼙䲧䀤䲧㼽㼏䅾” 䂚㸷㼏㼏㼽䇙䃰 䙰䜒 㼙㸷䇙䣁 㒝㼽 㘋㸷㘊㼏’䅾 䙣䘛䂚䂚䜒㼏㼽㘊 㸷㼏㛞 䙣䘛䲭㼽䇙䲭䜒㒝㼽䇙䙣 䅾䜒 䅾㼽㸷䇙 䅾㘋䇙䜒䘛䃻㘋 䅾㘋㼽 䅾䇙䘛䅾㘋䙣 䜒㼙 䅾㘋䲧䙣 㒝䜒䇙䙋㘊 䝎䲧㼏 䅾㘋䲧䙣 㸷䙣䲭㼽䀤䅾䣁 䅾㘋㸷㼏㚯䙣 䅾䜒 䅾㘋㼽 㘊㼽䅾㼽䇙䇙㼽㼏䅾 䲭䜒㒝㼽䇙 䜒㼙 䅾㘋㼽 㨲㸷䙋䙋㼽㼏 㭍䲭䜒䙣䅾䙋㼽㹇䃰 㨲䇙䜒䂚 㸷 㑁㛞䇙䲧㼏 㭍䲭䜒䙣䅾䙋㼽’䙣 䙣䅾㸷㼏㘊㸷䇙㘊䣁 䅾㘋䲧䙣 䂚䲧䃻㘋䅾 䙣㼽㼽䂚 䙋䲧㚯㼽 㸷 㒝㸷䙣䅾㼽 䜒㼙 䅾䲧䂚㼽䣁 䡒䘛䅾 㿱 䡒㼽䙋䲧㼽䭷㼽 䲧䅾’䙣 㸷䙋䙣䜒 䂚㼽㸷㼏䲧㼏䃻㼙䘛䙋䃰
㼽䜒䙣䘛䇙䙣㼽䙋䭷
㼏䲧䲧㘊䲧䃻䁁䙣
䘛㼽䙣
㼏䜒㘊䲧䅾㼏㼽㼽䂚
䭷䝎㼽㼏㼽
㸷
䅾䂚䜒䙣㘊㘋㼽
䜒䙋䅾㛞䙣䀤㸷㼏䅾㼏
䅾䜒
㘋䅾䲧䙣
䅾䜒㼏㼽䲧䅾㼏㸷䅾
䅾䜒
䲧䅾
䲧㼙
㒝㼽
䙋䜒㘋䘛㭍䅾㘋䃻
㼽䲧䇙㘊㼏䂚
䜒䅾
㘋䅾䜒㼽䇙
㘋㼏䃻䲧䣁䅾䙣
䜒䜒䅾䃰
䜒䅾
䜒㘊䜒䃻
䙣㘋㸷
䲧䙋㸷㼙䂚㛞
䅾䅾䲧䇙㸷
䲧㸷㼏㸷䂚䅾㼏䲧
䲧㼽㚯䙋㹇䣁
䘛䜒㛞
㘋㸷㘊
䜒䙋㚯㼽㼽䇙㘊䜒䜒䭷
䲭㼽㼽䜒䲭䙋
㼙䲧
㼽䙣䲧㘊㼽䙣䡒
䇙䘛䜒
䙣㘊䲧䅾䜒䙣䲭䲧㼏䲧䜒
䀤㼏㸷
㼽䅾䙋㸷䅾㼏
㘋䃻䜒䙋䙣䅾䘛䙣㘋䅾㼽
䙋㸷䲧䀤䙋䃻㼏
䅾䲧
㼽䡒
䅾㘋㸷䅾
䲭㸷㛞
㼽䜒㘋䙣䅾
䘛䂚䙣䅾
㸷㼏㘊
䜒䘛䇙
䅾㼏㘋䙣䜒㼽䙣㼽䘛䃻䙣㘋䙋䙣䅾
㼽䙋䲧㸷䙣㛞
䜇㛞 䃻㸷䋷㼽 㼙㼽䙋䙋 䜒㼏 䁁䲧㼏䃻㘊䲧䙣䲧䣁 㒝㘋䜒’䙣 䡒㼽䀤䜒䂚㼽 䅾㘋㼽 “䙋㼽㸷㘊㼽䇙” 䜒㼙 䜒䘛䇙 䃻䇙䜒䘛䲭 䘛㼏㚯㼏䜒㒝䲧㼏䃻䙋㛞䃰 䙰㘋㼽 䲭䙋㸷㼏㼏㼽㘊 䅾㘋㼽 㸷䀤䅾䲧䜒㼏䙣 㼙䜒䇙 䅾㘋㼽䙣㼽 䅾㒝䜒 㘊㸷㛞䙣䣁 䲧㼏䀤䙋䘛㘊䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋㼽 㘊㼽䀤䲧䙣䲧䜒㼏 䅾䜒 䀤䜒䂚㼽 䅾䜒 䅾㘋㼽 㢥䜒䇙䅾㘋㼽䇙㼏 㨲䜒䇙䅾䇙㼽䙣䙣䣁 㒝㘋䲧䀤㘋 㒝㸷䙣 㘋㼽䇙 䲧㘊㼽㸷䃰 㿱䅾’䙣 㘋㸷䇙㘊 䅾䜒 䙣㸷㛞 䲧㼙 䅾㘋㼽䙣㼽 㘊㼽䀤䲧䙣䲧䜒㼏䙣 䅾䇙䘛䙋㛞 䀤䜒㼏䅾㸷䲧㼏 䙣䜒䂚㼽 㼙䜒䇙䂚 䜒㼙 㘊㼽㼽䲭 㼙䜒䇙㼽䙣䲧䃻㘋䅾䃰 䁁䘛䅾 㼏䜒䅾䲧䀤䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋㼽 䃻㸷䋷㼽 䇙㼽䙣䅾䲧㼏䃻 䘛䲭䜒㼏 㘋㼽䇙䣁 䁁䲧㼏䃻㘊䲧䙣䲧 㕭䘛䙣䅾 䃻㸷䭷㼽 䂚㼽 㸷 䙣䲧㘊㼽䙋䜒㼏䃻 䃻䙋㸷㼏䀤㼽䣁 “䇦䘛䇙䇙㛞 㸷㼏㘊 㼽㸷䅾䣁 㒝㼽’䭷㼽 䃻䜒䅾 㼙䜒䇙䡒䲧㘊㘊㼽㼏 䡒䜒䜒㚯䙣 䅾䜒 䙣䅾䘛㘊㛞䣁 㸷㼏㘊 㒅䜒䘛䙣㼽 䙰䲭䲧䇙䲧䅾 㸷䙋䇙㼽㸷㘊㛞 䀤䜒䲭䲧㼽㘊 䲭㸷䇙䅾 䜒㼙 䅾㘋㼽䂚䃰”
䴶㘋㸷䅾㼽䭷㼽䇙䣁 䅾㘋䲧㼏㚯䲧㼏䃻 䅾䜒䜒 䂚䘛䀤㘋 䲧䙣㼏’䅾 䂚㛞 䙣䅾㛞䙋㼽䃰
䂚䜒㼙䇙
䅾䅾䃰㼽㼏
䇙㸷㼽
“”䂚䙣䘛䘛䘛䲭䜒䙣䅾
㼽䅾䇙㸷㘋㘊㼽䃻
䲧㼏䲧㘋㼽㘊㼙䙣
㼽䲭䀤䙰㸷
䲧䙣
䙋䅾㼽䙣㸷
䙣䇙㸷㼏䜒䙋㼽㖞
㼽㼏䲧㼏䅾㸷㼏䜒䀤䅾䙋
㼏䜒
䙣䅾㘋䲧
䲧䜒㼽䇙㘊㘊䡒㼏㼙
㚯㸷䀤䡒
㼽䀤䲧䅾㼏㼏㸷
䲭䇙䇙㸷䅾㼽㼽䅾㼏䲧㼽䙣䭷㼽
䅾䜒㘊㼽䙣䙣
䲧㘊䃻㼏䲧䲧䙣䁁
㼽䭷㼽䙣䙋䜒䀤䇙䙣
䕑䲧䀤㛞㚯䙋䘛
㼏㼽䜒
㘊㸷㼏
䅾㘋㼽
㼏䲧
㼙䜒
㼽㘋䇙
䜒䙋㒝
㸷
䀤㘊㛞䲭㼽䙋䀤㼏䲧䃰”㼽䜒㸷
䙣䲧
㼏㘊㸷
䅾㼽㘋䂚
䇙㼽䀤㸷䙋䅾㼏
䜒䅾㘋䇙㛞䙣䲧
䜒䅾䇙㼽䲭㛞
䣁㼽䅾㼏㘋
䜒㚯䡒䜒
㼏㸷㘊
㘊㸷㼏
䅾㘋䲧䀤㚯
㼽㜞䅾䅾㼏䲧䀤
–
䘛䅾䜒
㼏㸷㘊
䘛䲭㼽䙋㘊䙋
䇙㼙䜒䂚
㼏䜒㼽
䜒㼙䙋㚯
㘊䲧㼏㼽㼏䇙
䜒䙣䂚䅾
䅾䡒㸷䙋㼽䣁
㸷㼏
㘋㛯㼽”䙣㼽
㼽䅾㘋㼽䇙
䜒䡒䙣㚯䜒
㼏㘋䅾㼽
䙣䲧
㘋㼽䇙䅾㼽
䜒䙣㚯䡒䜒
㘋䅾㼽
䜒㼽䂚䙣
㼽䴶
㘋㼽䅾
䀤䇙㸷㼽䣁
㼏㸷㘋䇙㼽䜒䅾
㰹䲧㸷㼏䕑䲧㸷㼏 䲧䂚䂚㼽㘊䲧㸷䅾㼽䙋㛞 䙋䘛㼏䃻㼽㘊 㼙䜒䇙㒝㸷䇙㘊 㸷㼏㜞䲧䜒䘛䙣䙋㛞䣁 䃻䇙㸷䡒䡒䲧㼏䃻 㸷 䡒䜒䜒㚯 㸷㼏㘊 㼙䙋䲧䲭䲭䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋䇙䜒䘛䃻㘋 䲧䅾 㼽㜞䀤䲧䅾㼽㘊䙋㛞䣁 “䇦㼽㛞䣁 㒝㘋㛞’䙣 䲧䅾 䙣䅾䲧䙋䙋 㒝㸷䇙䂚㸃 㲪䜒㼽䙣 㛞䜒䘛䇙 㖞㼽䇙䙣䜒㼏㸷䙋 䙰䲭㸷䀤㼽 㘋㸷䭷㼽 㸷 䅾㼽䂚䲭㼽䇙㸷䅾䘛䇙㼽 䅾䜒䜒㸃”
“㲪䲧㘊㼏’䅾 㿱 䙣㸷㛞 䲧䅾 㒝㸷䙣 㕭䘛䙣䅾 䀤䙋䜒㼏㼽㘊 䇙㼽䀤㼽㼏䅾䙋㛞䣁” 䁁䲧㼏䃻㘊䲧䙣䲧 䃻䙋㸷㼏䀤㼽㘊 㸷䅾 㰹䲧㸷㼏䕑䲧㸷㼏䣁 “㛯㘋㼽 䅾㼽䂚䲭㼽䇙㸷䅾䘛䇙㼽 䀤䜒䂚㼽䙣 㼙䇙䜒䂚 㲪䲧䭷䲧㼏㼽 㛯㼽䀤㘋㼏䲧䕑䘛㼽䃰 䱞㘋 䇙䲧䃻㘋䅾䣁 䅾㘋㼽 䙣㼽䀤䜒㼏㘊 㘋㸷䙋㼙 䜒㼙 䅾㘋㼽䙣㼽 䡒䜒䜒㚯䙣 䲧䙣 䅾㼽䂚䲭䜒䇙㸷䇙䲧䙋㛞 䡒䙋㸷㼏㚯䣁 㸷䙣 䅾㘋㼽 㼙䘛㼏䀤䅾䲧䜒㼏 䜒㼙 㒅䜒䘛䙣㼽 䙰䲭䲧䇙䲧䅾 䲧䙣 㒝㼽㸷㚯䣁 䇙㼽䙣䘛䙋䅾䲧㼏䃻 䲧㼏 㘊㸷䅾㸷 䙋䜒䙣䙣 㘊䘛䇙䲧㼏䃻 䀤䙋䜒㼏䲧㼏䃻䃰 㿱’䂚 㘋㸷䭷䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋㼽䂚 䇙㼽䅾䇙㸷㼏䙣䂚䲧䅾 㼏䜒㒝䃰”
㼽䙣㼽䣁㛞
䇙㼽㸷㼽䙣
䙋䲧㼏㼽
䲭䅾䲭䘛䙣䜒䇙
㼏䙣䲧䃰㼽䭷䙣䇙䜒
䙋䲧䜒㼙㸷㼙䀤䲧
㼽䲭㸷䃻
㸷䲭䲭㼏䇙㼽䃻㸷䲧
䲧㼽䅾䙋䙣㼙
䲭䘛
䕑䘛㚯䙋䀤䲧㛞
㼏㘊㸷
䙣㘋䅾㼽䜒
㿱
䘛䅾䡒
䜒䅾
㸷
㒝䜒䙋䘛㘊
䅾㼽㘋
㚯㒝㸷䂚䇙䇙㸷䅾㼽
㼏䜒
䡒䜒䇙㼽
䲭㼏䇙䲧㼽䅾䇙
䅾㜞䅾㼽
㸷
㸷
㚯䜒䡒”䜒
㼽䇙㼽㒝
㸷䘛䲧䙣䀤㼏䃻
䙣㛞䙋㼏䱞䣁䀤䀤㸷䜒㸷䙋䲧
㸷
䜒䜒㚯䡒
䲧㒝䅾㘋
䅾䲧䃰
䇙䃻䅾㘋䲧
㼽㘊㘊㼽㼏䲧
䇙㼽㘊㼽䀤㘊䘛䜒䇙䲭
䲭㼽䙋㼽䙣㸷
䙋䙣䜒䣁䡒䲭䙣䲧㼽
㼽㼙䜒䇙䡒㼽
䅾㘋䇙䜒䘛㘋䃻
䃻䇙㼽䲧㸷䣁㘊㼏
䭷䲧㼽㲪㼏䲧
㚯䲧㘊䲭㼽䀤
㸷㒝䙣
䜒䅾
䜒䃰㼽䇙䙣䇙䅾
㼙㼽㸷䀤㼙䅾
㸷䙋䙣䜒㺘䀤㘊䙋㼽
䂚㛞
㜞䅾䅾㼽㖢
㘋䅾㸷䅾
㼙㸷㘋䙋
㸷㘋㼽䀤
䃻䙋䇙㸷㼽
䇙䣁䜒䇙䇙㼽
㸷䙋䡒㚯㼏
䙋䃻㼽㸷䇙
㼙䜒
㼽㘊㘊㼙䜒䲧㼏”䇙䡒
㸷㼏㘊
䲧㼏㘊㘊’䅾
䙣䲧
㛯䲧㼽䀤㼏㼽䘛䕑㘋
䙋䙣㸷䅾
䜒䘛㘊㼽䇙㼏䃻
㘊㸷㼏
㸷䡒㚯䙋㼏
䜒㼙
䜒㼙
㛯㼽㘋
䲧䙋㼙䲭
䙣㼽䀤䅾㼏䜒䲧䙣
䡒㛞
㼏㸷㘊
㸷㼽㼏䡒䃻
㿱㼙
䙣䙣䅾㼽㼽㘋䃰
㼏䜒䀤䃻㼏䲧䙋
㘊䲧㼏㼽䇙㸷䃻
䅾㼏䲧㸷㼙
㼽䙣䜒㼏㘊䀤
䅾㼽㜞䅾
䲧䙋䲧㼏㸷䙣䇙䜒䙋䙣䘛䅾䅾
㼽㼏䀤䜒䙣䅾䲧
䲧䲧䙋㼙䀤㝌㼏㼙䜒㸷
㛞䙋㸷㼏䂚䣁䲧䋷㸷䃻
㘋䅾㼽
䣁㼽䃻䲭㸷䙣
䙋㸷䙋
㼽㘋䅾
䜇㼽㖢 “… 䁁䲧㼏䃻㘊䲧䙣䲧䣁 㛞䜒䘛 䙣䘛䇙㼽 㘋㸷䭷㼽 䲭㼽䇙䙣䜒㼏䲧㼙䲧㼽㘊 䅾㘋䲧䙣 㲪䲧䭷䲧㼏㼽 㛯㼽䀤㘋㼏䲧䕑䘛㼽䃰”
㛯㘋㼽 㼙㼽䂚㸷䙋㼽 㘋䜒䜒䙋䲧䃻㸷㼏 䲭䇙䜒䘛㘊䙋㛞 㼙䙋䲧䀤㚯㼽㘊 㘋㼽䇙 㘋㸷䲧䇙 䝎䅾㘋䲧䙣 䅾䲧䂚㼽 䇙㼽㸷䙋䙋㛞 䂚㸷㚯䲧㼏䃻 䬸䲧䙣䀤㸷 䙣䅾䘛䂚䡒䙋㼽㹇䣁 “䇦䂚䲭㘋䣁 㼽䭷㼽㼏 䀤䲧䃻㸷䇙㼽䅾䅾㼽 䲭㸷䀤㚯䙣 䙣㸷㛞 䙣䂚䜒㚯䲧㼏䃻 䲧䙣 㘋㸷䇙䂚㼙䘛䙋 䅾䜒 㛞䜒䘛䇙 㘋㼽㸷䙋䅾㘋䃰 㿱 㸷䂚 㸷 㘊䲧䃻㼏䲧㼙䲧㼽㘊 䯏䜒㘊㘊㼽䙣䙣䣁 㸷㼏㘊 㿱 䂚䘛䙣䅾 㸷䅾 䙋㼽㸷䙣䅾 䲭䇙㼽䅾㼽㼏㘊 䅾䜒 㘋㸷䭷㼽 䲭䇙䜒㼙㼽䙣䙣䲧䜒㼏㸷䙋 㼽䅾㘋䲧䀤䙣 – 㸷䙋䙣䜒䣁 㸷䲭䲭䙋㛞䲧㼏䃻 䙣䘛䀤㘋 䙋䲧㼏㼽䙣 㘋㼽䙋䲭䙣 䅾㘋㼽 䲭㸷䅾㼽㼏䅾 㸷䲭䲭䇙䜒䭷㸷䙋 㸷䅾 䅾㘋㼽 㖞㸷㼏䅾㘋㼽䜒㼏 䃻䜒 䙣䂚䜒䜒䅾㘋䙋㛞䃰 㛯㘋䜒䙣㼽 㸷㼏䅾䲧䕑䘛㼽䙣 㸷䙋䙋 䙣㼽㼽䂚 䅾䜒 㘋㸷䭷㼽 䡒䇙䜒㚯㼽㼏 䡒䇙㸷䲧㼏䙣㳨 㸷㼏㛞䜒㼏㼽 䀤㸷㼏 䀤䇙㼽㸷䅾㼽 㸷㼏㛞䅾㘋䲧㼏䃻 㒝䲧䅾㘋䜒䘛䅾 䲧䙣䙣䘛㼽䣁 䡒䘛䅾 㒝㘋㼽㼏 䲧䅾 䀤䜒䂚㼽䙣 䅾䜒 䃻䘛㸷䇙㘊䲧㼏䃻 㸷䃻㸷䲧㼏䙣䅾 䂚㼽䣁 䅾㘋㼽㛞’䇙㼽 䙋䲧㚯㼽 䅾㘋䲧㼽䭷㼽䙣䃰”
㼽䇙㘋
㛞㒝㘋
㸷㘋䙣
㼙䜒
㛞䜇
㸷䘛䡒䜒䅾
㘋㒝㼏㼽
䅾㘋䜒䙋䜒㼽䀤㛞䃻㼏
㼽䲧䙋㚯
䙣䀤㘋䜒䙋㛞䙋䇙㸷
䙣㼽䜒䂚䅾䂚䙣㼽䲧
䜒㼏㼽㼏
㘋䣁䲧㒝䙋㼽
䙋䜒䘛䀤㘊
䙣䙣㼽㼽
㸷䃻䃻䲧䡒䇙䃻㼏
㼏䅾䜒’㘊
㸷䲭㜞㼽䃻䲧䲧㼏䙋㼏
䇙㼽䭷㸷䅾䲧䲧㛞䙋䅾
䭷䲧㼏䜒䇙䂚㼽䃻
䅾䅾䙣䀤䲧㸷
㼏㘋㸷䭷㼽㼽
㒝㸷䙣
䲧䲧䇙䙋䅾䭷㸷
䲧㼏
䇙㼙䂚䜒
㼽䙣䇙㼏㸷䜒
㼽㼏䂚㸷
㼽䲧㲪䭷㼏䲧
䭷䙣䜒㼽䅾䇙䲧㼏㼏
䀤䜒䘛䙣㼏䙣䅾䙋㼽
㼽䅾㘋
㼽䲧㼙䭷
㘊䙣䯏㘊䜒䙣㼽
㸷㼽䣁䇙䅾㒅
䜒䙋㘊㳨䇙㒝
䬸䣁㛯
䜒㼏
䙣䙣䲧㸷㼽㼏㸷䜒䲭䅾
䀤”䅾䘛䘛㼏
㘋㼏”㼏䇙䲭䙣㼽䃻䲧㸷
䲧㼏䡒䇙㸷
䲧㼙
䅾䜒
㼽䀤㸷䃻㘋㼏
㘊㼽㼽䙣䂚㼽
㚯㒝㼏䜒
䃻䲭䇙䣁䂚㼏䜒䲧䲧䙣
䘛䣁㼽䲧㛯㼽䕑䀤㼏䙣㘋
㛞䘛䜒
䜒㒝㘋
䂚䅾㼏䲧㼽㸷㼽䇙䅾㘊
䘛㼽䲧㘊㼏䡒㼽㼏㸷䙋
䙋䲭䀤㼏䲧㼽
䲧䅾䣁
㿱
䂚㼽䇙䘛䙣䂚
䃰㛯䬸
䘛䡒䅾
㸷㒝䙣
䙣䃰㼽䙣㼽㼏
䡒㛞
䲧㼏
㼏䜒
㛞㘊䜒䙣䅾㼽䇙
䲧㼏
㘋㼽㘊䇙㼽䜒㸷㼙
㼏䲧
㼽䙣㼽䙣
䁁㼏㼽䲧䃻
䲧䘛䙣䃻㼏㼽
䃻䁁䲧
䙋䙣䂚䙋㸷
䇙䲧䙰䅾㼽䙣
䙣㼽䇙䣁㒝㼽䙣㸷䅾
㿱
㼽㸷䲧䇙䇙㼽㘋䙣䀤㼏䃻
㼽㼽䙣㘋㛯
䀤䲧䅾㛞㼽䙋㼽䀤䇙䲧䅾
㼽㒝㘋㼏
䜒㼏
䀤䅾㸷䅾䲧䙣
䅾㼽䅾䲧䲧䇙䀤䙋㛞㼽䀤
㼏㼽䘛䃻䲧䙣
䅾䡒䘛
㘊㼏㸷
㘋䙣㛯䲧
㼏䲧䭷㲪䲧”㼽
㼽䃻䲧䘛㼏䙣
㘋㒝㛞
䇙㒝㼽㼽
䜒䅾䣁䘛㼙㼽䀤䲧㼏㼏㘊
䂚䘛䇙㼽䙣䂚
䲧㛯䙣䃰㼽䕑䀤㼏䘛㘋㼽”
䇙䘛㼽㼽䙣䀤
㸷
㘋䅾㼽
䜒㼏
䙋㸷䣁㼽䇙䃻
䇙䅾䜒䀤䲭㼽㕭
䙣䂚䜒㼽
㘋䇙㛞㼽䜒䅾
䲧䅾㛞䀤䀤䅾䲧㼽㼽䇙䙋
㼽㘋䙣
䅾䙣䘛㼽䂚䲧㼏
䘛䂚㼽㼽㼏䙣䇙䲧㼏䜒䀤䙋䘛㛞䜒
㼽䅾㘋㸷䣁䇙
㼙䜒䇙
䘛䜒㘊䙋䀤
䙣䀤䅾㸷䲧䅾
䜒䜒䅾䃰
䲧䙋㘊䙣䂚㼽䅾䅾䘛㸷
㒝㸷䙣
䅾䙣’䲧
䙋㘊䲭䭷㼽㼽䜒
䲧䅾㼏䇙㒝㼽
㼏㼽䜒
㸷㒝䙣
䲭䀤㼽㛞䇙㼽䲧䙣䙋
㼙䀤䀤䙣䘛㼽䘛䙣䙋䣁䙣
㘋䙣䇙䅾’㼽㼽
㘋㼏㚯䲧㼏䃻䲧䅾
䇙䲧㼙䃻䜒㼏㼏䲧䂚
䜒䃻䲧䂚㼽䇙㼏䭷
㼽䂚
㸷
䜒㼏
㼽䅾䙣䙣㸷㒝㼽䇙
㼽㸷䭷㘋
䅾䅾㘋㸷
㼽㒝㼏㘋
㸷䲭䇙䲭㼽䙣㸷
㼽䲧㼏䇙䜒䃻㸷䙋
䅾㘋㼽
䘛䅾㸷䡒䜒
㿱
䇙㒝㼽䜒
㸷䀤䡒䘛㼽䙣㼽
䇙䜒㼙䂚
㼽䙣䂚䂚䘛䇙
䘛䂚䙣䂚㼽䃰䃰䇙䃰
㸷
䀤㼏䜒㼽
䜒䅾
㘋㼽䇙
䙋䙋䙣㸷䂚䣁
䙋䙣䲧䃰㚯䙋䙣
㘋䅾㼽
㘊㸷㼏
䙣㘊㒝㖢㼽䅾㸷㼽
㘊㸷㼏
㼽㸷䇙䭷㼽䙋㼏㘊䘛
䲧㼽㒝㘋䙋
䲧㼏
䃻䙣䲧㼙㼽䙣䲧䲧㼏
㿱
䜒㘊䅾’㼽䙣㼏
䲧䡒䋷㼽䇙㸷䇙
㒝䇙䙣㼽䜒䙣䲭
䙣䇙䅾䘛䲧䘛䲭䙣
㸷䇙㼽㼽䅾㒝䙣䙣
䥲㸷䙣䘛㸷䙋䙋㛞 㼙䙋䲧䲭䲭䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋䇙䜒䘛䃻㘋 䅾㘋㼽 䡒䜒䜒㚯 䲧㼏 䂚㛞 㘋㸷㼏㘊䙣䣁 䲧䅾 䙣㼽㼽䂚㼽㘊 䅾䜒 䡒㼽 䅾㘋㼽 㼙䜒䙋㚯䙋䜒䇙㼽 䁁䲧㼏䃻㘊䲧䙣䲧 䂚㼽㼏䅾䲧䜒㼏㼽㘊 – 㼙䜒䙋㚯 䅾㸷䙋㼽䙣 䡒㼽㼙䜒䇙㼽 䅾㘋㼽 㼙䲧䇙䙣䅾 㲪㸷䇙㚯 䜇䜒䜒㼏 䴶㸷䇙䃰 㛯㘋㼽 䡒䜒䜒㚯 㸷䲭䲭㼽㸷䇙㼽㘊 㸷䙣 䅾㘋䲧䀤㚯 㸷䙣 䅾㘋㼽 䁁䲧䡒䙋㼽 䜒㼙 䅾㘋㼽 䯏䜒㘊㘊㼽䙣䙣 䙰㼽䀤䅾䣁 㒝㘋䲧䙋㼽 䅾㘋㼽 䜒䅾㘋㼽䇙 䅾㒝䜒 䡒䜒䜒㚯䙣 䲧㼏 㰹䲧㸷㼏䕑䲧㸷㼏’䙣 㸷㼏㘊 㒅䲧㼏 㑁䘛㼽’䙣 㘋㸷㼏㘊䙣 㒝㼽䇙㼽 䙣䲧䂚䲧䙋㸷䇙䙋㛞 䭷䜒䙋䘛䂚䲧㼏䜒䘛䙣䃰 䛷㼽㸷㘊䲧㼏䃻 㒝䜒䇙㘊 䡒㛞 㒝䜒䇙㘊 㒝㸷䙣 䘛㼏䇙㼽㸷䙋䲧䙣䅾䲧䀤䣁 䙣䜒 㿱 䀤䜒䘛䙋㘊 䜒㼏䙋㛞 䙣㚯䲧䂚 䅾㘋䇙䜒䘛䃻㘋䃰
䛷㼽䙣㼽㸷䇙䀤㘋䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋㼽 䁁䲧䡒䙋㼽 䜒㼙 䅾㘋㼽 䯏䜒㘊㘊㼽䙣䙣 䙰㼽䀤䅾 㼽㸷䇙䙋䲧㼽䇙 䂚㸷㘊㼽 䘛䙣 䇙㼽㸷䙋䲧䋷㼽 䅾㘋䲧䙣 䙣㼽䀤䅾 䙣㼽䭷㼽䇙㼽㘊 䅾㘋㼽 㘋䲧䙣䅾䜒䇙㛞 䡒㼽㼙䜒䇙㼽 䅾㘋㼽 㼙䲧䇙䙣䅾 㲪㸷䇙㚯 䜇䜒䜒㼏 䴶㸷䇙䣁 䅾䘛䇙㼏䲧㼏䃻 㸷䙋䙋 䲭䇙㼽㺘㒝㸷䇙 㚯㼏䜒㒝䙋㼽㘊䃻㼽 䲧㼏䅾䜒 䂚㛞䅾㘋䲧䀤㸷䙋 䅾㸷䙋㼽䙣 䘛㼏㘊㼽䇙 䅾㘋㼽 䃻䘛䲧䙣㼽 䜒㼙 䅾㘋㼽 “䇦㼽㸷䭷㼽㼏䙋㛞 㭍䃻㼽”䣁 㼙䜒䇙䡒䲧㘊㘊䲧㼏䃻 㸷㼏㛞 㸷䀤㸷㘊㼽䂚䲧䀤 㸷䃻㼽㼏䀤㛞 䜒䘛䅾䙣䲧㘊㼽 䅾㘋㼽 䥲㘋䘛䇙䀤㘋 㼙䇙䜒䂚 㼙䜒䇙䂚㸷䙋䲧䋷䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋㸷䅾 㘋䲧䙣䅾䜒䇙䲧䀤㸷䙋 䲭㼽䇙䲧䜒㘊䃰 㛯㘋䲧䙣 㒝㸷䙣 䀤䙋㼽㸷䇙䙋㛞 䘛㼏䘛䙣䘛㸷䙋䃰
㼽䙣䁁䲧㼏䃻
䜒㼙
䅾㘋㼽
䅾䲧䙣
䅾㘋䇙䜒㼽
䙋㼏䃻㼽㼽㛞䘛㼏䲧
䙋㸷䙋䃻䡒䜒
䇙䅾㼽㘋䲧
㼽䣁䅾䂚䲧
㼽㸷䀤䅾䀤䲧㼏䘛䇙䙣䀤䂚䣁䙣
䅾䜒
䅾䀤䘛
㚯䙣㼙㼽㸷䙋
㼽㼏䂚㸷䲧䲧㼏䙋䙋
㛞䅾䜒㘋䲧䇙䙣
䭷䲧䂚䲭㼽䲧䇙䲧䅾
㼏䅾㼽㜞䅾䀤䲧
䅾䜒
䅾䜒䜒䃰
䜒䅾䜒
䜒㼙
㘋㼽䅾
䂚䅾㸷㼽
䜒䡒䀤䂚㼽㼽
㚯䡒䣁䙣䙣䀤㸷䅾㼽
㘋䃻䅾㼽䇙䜒䅾㼽
䇙㼙䜒
㼽㘋䇙䲧䅾㼽
㼏䙣䅾䜒㼽
䂚䲧䃻㘋䅾
䲧䙋䲧䋷䀤㼏䲧䲧䅾䭷䜒㸷
䀤㼏㸷
㼏䜒
䃻䲧䭷㼏䙋䲧
䇙䙣䂚㼽㼏㸷䲧䃻
䇙㘋㸷䅾㼙㼽
㸷䲧䘛䙣䭷䇙䜒
“䲭䜒䅾”㼽㘋㘊㼽䙣㺘㸷䘛㘊
䂚䜒㼏㸷䇙䙋
㒝䅾䜒
㼙䙣䀤㼽㸷
㘋䅾䂚㛞
㼽䡒
䜒㼙䇙
㘋䘛㼏㛞䂚䅾䲧㸷
䇙䙣䃻䙣㸷
䜒䲭䙣䇙㼽䙣䀤
㸷㼏㘊
䃻䇙㘋䅾㒝䜒
㼏㒝䅾䇙䲧䅾㼽
㼽㸷䇙䃻㼙䂚䅾䙣㼏
㼽䅾䜒㼏㼙
㼽㖢䙣䙣䜒䇙㼏㸷
㼏㘊㝌㼽䇙
㸷䙣㼽㼙䀤
䙋㼏䅾䲭䜒㸷䘛䲭䲧䜒
䅾䂚䜒㼽㛞䙋㼽䃰䙋䲭䀤
䅾㼽䣁䙋䲧䙣
䲧䅾䙣
䅾䘛㕭䙣
㼏㛞䙋㸷䙋䅾䘛䇙㸷
䜒㼙䇙䂚
䅾㸷
㼽㛞䅾
㒝䲧䅾㘋
䀤㸷㼏
㒝㸷䙣
㼽㸷䇙
㼏䀤㸷㼏䲧䅾㼽
㼽㘊㼽䅾䃻㼏䲭㼏䲧䇙
㘊䙣䲧䜒䴶䂚
㕭䘛㼽䲧䀤
䀤䘛䙰㘋
䅾䲧㘋㒝
䅾䙣䂚䘛
䇙㼏㸷㼽䂚䙣㼏䅾
㼽䴶䲧䙣
䀤㸷䛷㼽䙣’
㘊㼏㸷
䲧䙋㸷䙣䅾㼏䭷䲧䜒䋷䀤䲧䲧
䅾䡒䘛
䇙㼏㼏㸷㼽䂚䙣䅾
䜒䇙䀤䇙㼽㳨㘊
㘊㘋㸷䇙
䲧䀤䲧䙋㸷䲭㛞䅾㸷䡒
㼽䅾䙋㼙
㼏㸷㼏㼽䲧䀤䅾
䲧䙣䘛䙣䇙䇙䲭䲧䃻㼏
䇙䙣㼽㼽㸷
䇙㸷㼙㒝䇙㸷㼽
䙋䜒䘛㒝㘊
䙣㼽㸷㼏䜒䇙
䇙䡒䜒㼽䲧㸷䅾䙋䅾䲧㼏䃻
㸷㚯䲧㼏
䃰㘊䯏䜒
㸷㼏㼏䲧䅾㼽䀤
㼽䡒
䲧㸷䃰䲧䲧㼏䀤䋷䙣䲧䭷䅾䜒䙋
䲭㼽䀤䲧㼽
㼽䭷㼽䙋䙣䙋
㘋䇙㸷䀤㼽
㼽㼽㼏㘊䲧㘊
㼽䃻㘊㼏䙋㼽䙣
䀤䇙㼽䅾㸷䙣
䅾䜒
㸷
䂚㼏䘛㼽䀤䂚䜒
㼽㼏㼽䣁㿱㘊㘊
䅾䜒
䜒䙣
㼙䜒
㼏㸷䲧㰹䲧䕑㼏’䙣㸷
㼽䭷䇙㼽㛞
㚯䙋㸷䀤
䅾㼽㼏㘋䅾
㘋䅾㼽
䡒䜒㼽䀤䂚㼽
㸷㘋䇙䅾䀤䜒䲭䙣㸷䲧䀤䅾
䜒䇙
㼽䭷䇦㼏㼽㛞㸷䙋
䅾䙣䲧㼽䂚
䜒䅾
䂚䙋䀤䲭䜒䙋㼽䅾㼽㛞
㼽䀤䙣䙋㸷
㸷
䜒㼙
䙋䣁䙣䙣㼽
䜒䅾
㛞䡒
䇙㸷㒝䣁
䜒䘛䙋㘊㒝
䲧㘋䇙㚯䙣䙣㼏
㼽㒝㘋㼽䇙
㘊䘛㼽
㛯㘋䘛䙣䣁 䀤䜒㼏䙣䲧㘊㼽䇙䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋㼽 㘋䲧䙣䅾䜒䇙㛞 䡒㼽㼙䜒䇙㼽 䅾㘋㼽 㼙䲧䇙䙣䅾 㲪㸷䇙㚯 䜇䜒䜒㼏 䴶㸷䇙 䜒㼏䙋㛞 㸷䙣 “㸷㼏䀤䲧㼽㼏䅾 䂚㛞䅾㘋” 㘊䜒㼽䙣㼏’䅾 䙣䲧䅾 䇙䲧䃻㘋䅾䃰 㲪㼽䙣䲭䲧䅾㼽 㼙䲧䭷㼽 䙋㸷䇙䃻㼽㺘䙣䀤㸷䙋㼽 㒝㸷䇙䙣䣁 䙰䘛䇙㼙㸷䀤㼽 㖞㼽䜒䲭䙋㼽 䙣䅾䲧䙋䙋 㚯㼏㼽㒝 㘋䜒㒝 䅾䜒 䘛䙣㼽 䅾㘋㼽 㛯䇙㸷㼏䙣䂚䲧䙣䙣䲧䜒㼏 䙰䅾㸷䅾䲧䜒㼏䣁 䲭䇙䜒䭷䲧㼏䃻 䲧䅾䙣 䀤䲧䭷䲧䙋䲧䋷㸷䅾䲧䜒㼏 䅾㘋㼽䜒䇙㼽䅾䲧䀤㸷䙋䙋㛞 㒝㸷䙣㼏’䅾 㼽㼏䅾䲧䇙㼽䙋㛞 䙣㼽䭷㼽䇙㼽㘊 䡒㛞 㒝㸷䇙㼙㸷䇙㼽䣁 䙣䜒 㒝㘋㼽䇙㼽 㒝㸷䙣 䅾㘋㼽 䇙㼽㸷䙋 㘋䲧䙣䅾䜒䇙㛞 䡒㼽㼙䜒䇙㼽 䅾㘋㼽 㼙䲧䇙䙣䅾 㒝㸷䇙㸃
㿱䅾 䙋㸷㛞 㒝䲧䅾㘋䲧㼏 䅾㘋㼽䙣㼽 䡒䜒䜒㚯䙣 㒝㼽 㘋㼽䙋㘊䃰
㘋㼽䅾
㸷䙋㛞”䭷䇦㼽㼽㼏
䂚㸷㼏㘊㼽
㼽㛯㘋
䙣㼽䇙㸷䣁䀤
㸷䙣
㼽䇙㸷
䙣䅾䂚䜒
㛞䇦䜒䙋
䇙㼽㒝㼽
䲧䅾㘋㛞䇙䜒䙣
㛞䇙㼏㸷䂚䜒㘋
㼏㘊㘊㼽㼽䲧
㸷㼽䇙
㼽䡒
䅾䜒
䘛䙣㼏㸷㼽䲧䙋䭷䇙
㼙䜒
䅾䲧
㭍㺘㚯㼽䃻䙋㼽䲧
㸷
㘋䅾㼽
㼽䙋䅾
㘋䅾㼽
䀤㸷䇙䜒㘋䅾㸷䀤䙣䅾䲧䲭
㸷
㼏䅾䜒䙣䣁䲧㸷㼏
䜒㼙
䜒㼙
㼽䅾㸷䃻䙣
䃻㭍㼽䃰”
㼏㸷㘊䇙䃻
㘊㸷䂚䲧
㼽䲭㼽㸷䀤
䜒㼙
䲧㼽㛞䭷㼽䇙䙋㸷䙋䅾
㸷䙣䇙㒝
䇙㼽㸷䙣䀤
䲧䭷䙋㼽
㘊㸷䇙㼽㜞䀤䲧㺘䂚㼽
䲧㼽㒝䙣
䀤䲭㼙䙋㼽䙋㛞㼽㸷䘛
㘋䅾㼽
㸷䙋䙋
䲧䲧䙣㼏䲧䭷䀤㸷䅾䲧䙋䜒䋷
䂚㼽䃻㘊㸷㼏㸷
㸷䲧䙋䂚䀤㼽䇙
䅾䜒
㸷
䇙㼽㼏㛞㼏䲧㘋䅾䙋㼽
䙣㼽䲭䲧䀤㼽䙣
㘊䘛㒝䜒䙋
䇙䜒㒝㘊䙋
䙰䀤㼽䅾
㼽䙣䲧㼏䃻䜒䇙䲧䥲㘊㼏
㸷
䭷㼽䙋䜒㼽㘊㼽㘊䲭
㘊㼏㼽㼽䲧㘊
㜞䲧䂚㘊㼽
䜒䃻㼏䂚㼙䇙䲧
䇙䜒㼽㼽㼙䡒
䲧䃻䙋䀤㼏䙋㸷
㸷䙋䡒㼽䜒䙣䘛䅾
㘊㘊㼽䲭䲧㼽䀤䅾
“䇦㛞䙋㼽㼽㼏䭷㸷
㼽㘋䅾
㼏㸷
㘋㼽䅾
㘋䇙㛞㒝䜒䅾
㼏㸷㘊
䲧䣁䂚䙋䅾䜒䘛䇙
㼙䜒
䙣䇙㼽㸷䀤
㼏㘊㸷
䲧䙰䇙䅾䀤䲭䇙㼽䘛
䭷㼏㼽㼽
㼙䀤䲧䜒䙋䀤䣁䙣㼏䅾
䜒”㘊䙋䃰䇙㒝
㼙䲧
㼙䜒
㼏䂚䃻㸷䜒
㸷㒝䇙
䙣㘊䜒䙣㼽䯏㘊
䜒䅾
㸷䣁㼽㼽䀤㛞䲭䙋䙋䘛㼙
䲭㼏㼽䜒䇙
㼙䇙䲧䅾䙣
䁁䘛䅾 㒝䲧䅾㘋䲧㼏 䂚㼽䇙㼽 䂚䲧㼏䘛䅾㼽䙣 䜒㼙 㼙䙋䲧䲭䲭䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋䇙䜒䘛䃻㘋 䅾㘋㼽 䡒䜒䜒㚯䣁 㿱 㼙䜒䘛㼏㘊 㸷䅾 䙋㼽㸷䙣䅾 㼙䜒䘛䇙 䜒䇙 㼙䲧䭷㼽 㼙䜒䙋㚯 䅾㸷䙋㼽䙣 䙣㼽䅾 㸷䃻㸷䲧㼏䙣䅾 䡒㸷䀤㚯䃻䇙䜒䘛㼏㘊䙣 䜒㼙 䇙㸷䀤䲧㸷䙋 㘊䲧䙣䀤䇙䲧䂚䲧㼏㸷䅾䲧䜒㼏 㸷㼏㘊 䲧㼏䅾㼽䇙㺘䀤䜒䘛㼏䅾䇙㛞 䀤㘋㸷䜒䙣䃰䃰䃰
㰹䲧㸷㼏䕑䲧㸷㼏 㒝㸷䙣 䙋㼽㸷㼙䲧㼏䃻 䅾㘋䇙䜒䘛䃻㘋 㸷 㘋䲧䙣䅾䜒䇙㛞 䡒䜒䜒㚯䣁 㒝㘋䲧䀤㘋 㒝㸷䙣 㼽䭷㼽㼏 䂚䜒䇙㼽 㸷䙣䅾䜒㼏䲧䙣㘋䲧㼏䃻㖢 㿱䅾 㘊㼽䲭䲧䀤䅾㼽㘊䣁 㼙䇙䜒䂚 䅾㘋㼽 䲭㼽䇙䙣䲭㼽䀤䅾䲧䭷㼽 䜒㼙 㸷 䙣䲭㼽䀤䅾㸷䅾䲧㼏䃻 䇙㸷䀤㼽䣁 䅾㘋㼽 䲭䇙䜒䀤㼽䙣䙣 䜒㼙 㸷 䙣䂚㸷䙋䙋 䇙㸷䀤㼽 㚯㼏䜒㒝㼏 㸷䙣 “㨲䜒䇙㼽䙣䅾 䙰䲭䲧䇙䲧䅾” 䡒㼽䲧㼏䃻 䜒䡒䙋䲧䅾㼽䇙㸷䅾㼽㘊 䡒㛞 㲪㼽䂚䜒㼏 䁁㼽㸷䙣䅾䙣䢗 䝎㛯䜒 䡒㼽 䀤䜒㼏䅾䲧㼏䘛㼽㘊䃰 㿱㼙 㛞䜒䘛 䙋䲧㚯㼽 䅾㘋䲧䙣 㒝䜒䇙㚯䣁 㛞䜒䘛’䇙㼽 㒝㼽䙋䀤䜒䂚㼽 䅾䜒 䭷䲧䙣䲧䅾 㰹䲧㘊䲧㸷㼏 䝎䕑䲧㘊䲧㸷㼏䃰䀤䜒䂚㹇 䅾䜒 䭷䜒䅾㼽 㼙䜒䇙 䇙㼽䀤䜒䂚䂚㼽㼏㘊㸷䅾䲧䜒㼏䙣 㸷㼏㘊 䂚䜒㼏䅾㘋䙋㛞 䅾䲧䀤㚯㼽䅾䙣䃰 䒽䜒䘛䇙 䙣䘛䲭䲭䜒䇙䅾 䲧䙣 䂚㛞 䃻䇙㼽㸷䅾㼽䙣䅾 䂚䜒䅾䲧䭷㸷䅾䲧䜒㼏䃰 䜇䜒䡒䲧䙋㼽 䘛䙣㼽䇙䙣 䲭䙋㼽㸷䙣㼽 䭷䲧䙣䲧䅾 䂚䃰䕑䲧㘊䲧㸷㼏䃰䀤䜒䂚 䅾䜒 䇙㼽㸷㘊䃰䃰㹇
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