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ᛕᚤᛒᛕᚤᛃ , ᛕᚤᛒᛕᚤᛃ - ᛈᛠᚹᚤᚺᚤ ᛒⰓᛁᛈᛜᛕᛋᚷ ᛚᛜᚹ, ᛈᛠᚹᚤᚺᚤ Ꮆᚤᚺᛟᛋᛠᛜᛒ ᛋ ᛚᛜᚳᚴᎶⰓᛁᚷ ᛜᛃᛊᚹ. ᛋ ᛒᛜᛠ ᛒ ᚺᛜᛩᛋ, ᛜᚢᚱᛠⰓ ᚺᚤ Ꮆᛠᚹᚤᚷ ᛋᛟᛊᛖ ᛋ ᚱ ᚺᛊ ᛃᚺᚤᚿᛜ, ᛕᚴᛟᚤ ᛖⰓᛁ ᚢᛜᚢᚤᛟᛊᛖ.

ᚱ ᚹᛜᛈᛈᛋᛋᛈᛕᛋᛋ ᛈᚢᛊᛪᚺᚤᛃ, ᛖᚺᛊ ᚺᚤ ᛒᛈᛊ ᚺᚤᚢᚳᛊᛒᚤᛠⰓ ,ᛈ ᚤᛒᛠᛜᛖᚤᛠᛜᛖ ᛒ ᚹᚴᛕᚤᚷ ,ᚱ ᛋᛟᚴ ᚴᎶᛋᛒᚤᛠⰓ.
ᚱ ᚹᛜᛈᛈᛋᛋᛈᛕᛋᛋ ᛈᚢᛊᛪᚺᚤᛃ.

ᛕᚹᛋᛩᛋᛠ ᛕᚤᛒᛕᚤᛃᛊᛪ: "ᛟᚤ ᛃᛟᚹᚤᛒᛈᛠᛒᚴᛊᛠ ᛕᚤᛒᛕᚤᛃ", ᚱ ᛒⰓᛁᎶᛋᛒᚤᚿᛜ ᚤᛒᛠᛜᛖᚤᛠᛜᛖ ᛊᛖᚴ ᛚᚳᚤᛃ,
ᛋ ᛒᛜᛠ ᛕᚤᛒᛕᚤᛃᛊᛪ, ᛒ ᚢᛊᛠᚳᛊ ᛖᛜᛊᛋ ᚢᛜᛒᛋᛈ,
ᛋ ᛜᚺ ᛠᚤᚺᛪᚴᛊᛠ ᛈᛒᛜᛋ ᚢᛜᛈᚳᛊᛟᚺᛋᛋ ᛠᛒᛋᛈᛠ.

ᚱ ᚹᛜᛈᛈᛋᛋᛈᛕᛋᛋ ᛈᚢᛊᛪᚺᚤᛃ, ᛖᚺᛊ ᚺᚤ ᛒᛈᛊ ᚺᚤᚢᚳᛊᛒᚤᛠⰓ ,ᛈ ᚤᛒᛠᛜᛖᚤᛠᛜᛖ ᛒ ᚹᚴᛕᚤᚷ ,ᚱ ᛋᛟᚴ ᚴᎶᛋᛒᚤᛠⰓ.
ᚱ ᚹᛜᛈᛈᛋᛋᛈᛕᛋᛋ ᛈᚢᛊᛪᚺᚤᛃ.

"ᚤᚳᚳᚤᚷ ᚤᛕᎶᚤᚹ" ᛕᚹᛋᛩᛋᛠ ᛩᛊᛩᛊᚺᛕᚤ ᛖᚤᛠⰓ, ᛜᚺᚤ ᚺᛊ ᚷᛜᛩᛊᛠ ᛖᚺᛊ ᛈⰓᛁᚺᚤ ᛜᛠᛟᚤᛒᚤᛠⰓ, ᛋ ᚱ ᛈᚺᛋᛖᚤᚿᛜ ᛈ ᚢᚳᛊᛩᚤ ᛈᛒᛜᛋ ᚤᛒᛠᛜᛖᚤᛠ, ᛈᛠᚹᛊᚳᚱᚿᛜ ᛒ ᛈⰓᛁᚺᚤ, ᚤ ᚢᛜᛠᛜᛖ ᛈᛠᚹᛊᚳᚱᚿᛜ ᛒ ᛖᚤᛠⰓ.

ᚱ ᚹᛜᛈᛈᛋᛋᛈᛕᛋᛋ ᛈᚢᛊᛪᚺᚤᛃ, ᛖᚺᛊ ᚺᚤ ᛒᛈᛊ ᚺᚤᚢᚳᛊᛒᚤᛠⰓ ,ᛈ ᚤᛒᛠᛜᛖᚤᛠᛜᛖ ᛒ ᚹᚴᛕᚤᚷ ,ᚱ ᛋᛟᚴ ᚴᎶᛋᛒᚤᛠⰓ.
ᚱ ᚹᛜᛈᛈᛋᛋᛈᛕᛋᛋ ᛈᚢᛊᛪᚺᚤᛃ.

ᛕᚤᛕ ᛩᛊᚹᚺⰓᛁᛋ ᛟⰓᛁᛖ, ᛖᛊᛠᚺᚴᚳᛈᚱ ᛒ ᚺᛊᎶᛊ ᚺᚤᚢᚤᚳᛖ ᛋ ᛜᎶᛚᛜᚹᛊᚳⰓᛁᛋ ᛠᛜᛒᚤᚹᛋᛥ ᛖᛜᛋ ᚴᚢᚤᚳ, ᛋ ᛒᛜᛠ ᛜᛟᛋᚺ ᛒ ᚤᛠᚤᛕᚴ ᚱ ᚢᛜᛞᛊᚳ, ᛋ ᛈᚹᛊᛟᛋ ᛠᚹᚴᚢᛜᛒ, ᚱ ᛈᚴᛟⰓᎶᚴ ᛈᛒᛜᚿᛜ ᚺᚤᛞᛊᚳ.

ᚱ ᚹᛜᛈᛈᛋᛋᛈᛕᛋᛋ ᛈᚢᛊᛪᚺᚤᛃ, ᛖᚺᛊ ᚺᚤ ᛒᛈᛊ ᚺᚤᚢᚳᛊᛒᚤᛠⰓ ,ᛈ ᚤᛒᛠᛜᛖᚤᛠᛜᛖ ᛒ ᚹᚴᛕᚤᚷ ,ᚱ ᛋᛟᚴ ᚴᎶᛋᛒᚤᛠⰓ.
ᚱ ᚹᛜᛈᛈᛋᛋᛈᛕᛋᛋ ᛈᚢᛊᛪᚺᚤᛃ, ᛖᚺᛊ ᚺᚤ ᛒᛈᛊ ᚺᚤᚢᚳᛊᛒᚤᛠⰓ ,ᛈ ᚤᛒᛠᛜᛖᚤᛠᛜᛖ ᛒ ᚹᚴᛕᚤᚷ ,ᚱ ᛋᛟᚴ ᚴᛖᛋᚹᚤᛠⰓ

EN:
ℂ𝕒𝕦𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕤, ℂ𝕒𝕦𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕤 - 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙,
𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕤 '𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪.
𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖, 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕨𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝,
𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝.

𝕀'𝕞 ℝ𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕫, 𝕀 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨,
𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕀'𝕞 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨.
𝕀'𝕞 ℝ𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕫.

"𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕂𝕒𝕧𝕜𝕒𝕫!" 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞,
𝕀 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕜𝕦𝕝𝕝, 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞.
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕒 ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕟, 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕞,
𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕛𝕚𝕘, 𝕒 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕖.

𝕀'𝕞 ℝ𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕫, 𝕀 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨,
𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕀'𝕞 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨.
𝕀'𝕞 ℝ𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕫.

"𝔸𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕙𝕦 𝔸𝕜𝕓𝕒𝕣!" 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕤,
ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕤, 𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕤.
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕝𝕖, 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥,
𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕟, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.

𝕀'𝕞 ℝ𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕫, 𝕀 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨,
𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕀'𝕞 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨.
𝕀'𝕞 ℝ𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕫.

𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕥, 𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕝𝕞 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕚𝕣,
𝕄𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕙 𝕓𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣.
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕫𝕖 𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖,
𝔸𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕, 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕀 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕.

𝕀'𝕞 ℝ𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕫, 𝕀 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨,
𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕀'𝕞 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨.
𝕀'𝕞 ℝ𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕫, 𝕀 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨,
𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕀'𝕞 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕠.