𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴:
𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦,
𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦
𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵— 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦:
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺
𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴’ 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺,
𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘴,
𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴,
𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥,
𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵— 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.