𝙄𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙞𝙚𝙛𝙚, 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙯 𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙬𝙚𝙧, 𝙧𝙪𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙚, 𝙙𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙚𝙡, 𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙧. 𝙀𝙞𝙣 𝙁𝙡ü𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣, 𝙡𝙚𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙠𝙖𝙪𝙢 𝙯𝙪 𝙨𝙥ü𝙧𝙚𝙣, 𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙁𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙧ü𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙣. 𝙂𝙚𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙇𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙉𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙩, 𝙙𝙤𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙩. 𝙂𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙙, 𝙨𝙤 𝙯ä𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙚 𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙞𝙣, 𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡, 𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙞𝙣. 𝘿𝙚𝙧 𝘿𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙩, 𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙛ü𝙝𝙡𝙚 𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙙, 𝙬𝙞𝙚 𝙀𝙞𝙨, 𝙙𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙯𝙩 𝙞𝙢 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙢𝙜𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙩. 𝙀𝙞𝙣 𝙇𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙩, 𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙂𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙯, 𝙨𝙤 𝙠𝙡𝙖𝙧, 𝙨𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙣, 𝙬𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙞𝙣.