𝘐𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘰. 𝘓𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 è 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵à, 𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰, 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘩é 𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵à 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘰𝘨𝘰, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 è 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦. 𝘐𝘭 𝘷𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰 è 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢, 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪ò 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰, 𝘷𝘰𝘪, 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘪 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯’𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢. 𝘐𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭’𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘪, 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵à 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢. 𝘐𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝘷𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘢, 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦, 𝘮𝘢 𝘪𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰, 𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘨𝘦. 𝘖𝘨𝘯𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰 è 𝘶𝘯 𝘦𝘤𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘨𝘪à 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘵𝘰, 𝘨𝘪à 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘰. 𝘐𝘰, 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘤𝘦, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘰. 𝘐𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢, 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵à. 𝘌 𝘷𝘰𝘪? 𝘝𝘰𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢.