⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔚𝔦𝔯 𝔤𝔢𝔟𝔢𝔫 𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔲𝔣, 𝔴𝔦𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔯 ℑ𝔡𝔢𝔢,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔉𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔈𝔲𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔞, 𝔡𝔲 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔥𝔩𝔢𝔫, 𝔡𝔲 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔟𝔢𝔫!
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ℑ𝔥𝔯 𝔅𝔯𝔲𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔨𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔰𝔱 𝔢𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔢𝔯𝔥𝔢𝔟𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔈𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔨𝔢𝔦𝔱,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔙𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔷𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔯 𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔈𝔴𝔦𝔤𝔢𝔫 𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔨𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔣𝔢𝔫 𝔲𝔫𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔦!

𝔇𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔥𝔩𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔪 𝔯𝔲𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔣𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔈𝔯𝔡𝔢, 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔫 𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔱.
𝔘𝔪 𝔦𝔥𝔫 𝔰𝔠𝔥𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔚𝔲𝔯𝔷𝔢𝔩𝔫, 𝔴𝔦𝔢 𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔢 ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔪 𝔊𝔢𝔴𝔢𝔥𝔯𝔰𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔣𝔱.
𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔟𝔢𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔤𝔱 𝔢𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔒𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫, 𝔢𝔦𝔫 𝔈𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔫 𝔎𝔯𝔢𝔲𝔷 𝔷𝔲𝔯 𝔗𝔞𝔭𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔦𝔱,
𝔙𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔪 𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔫, 𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔬𝔯𝔱 𝔯𝔲𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔈𝔴𝔦𝔤𝔨𝔢𝔦𝔱.

𝔄𝔲𝔣 𝔡𝔢𝔪 𝔓𝔞𝔫𝔷𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔎𝔯𝔞𝔡, 𝔞𝔩𝔰 𝔉𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔩𝔢𝔯 𝔑𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔱,
ℑ𝔪 𝔊𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔥𝔲𝔱𝔷𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔪 𝔥𝔬𝔠𝔥 𝔷𝔲𝔯 𝔖𝔢𝔢 𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫 𝔏𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔦𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔪 𝔐𝔊,
𝔄𝔩𝔰 𝔖𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔊𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔫, 𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔬𝔯𝔱 𝔨𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔣𝔱𝔢 𝔲𝔪 𝔡𝔞𝔰 𝔏𝔢𝔟𝔢𝔫,
𝔙𝔬𝔫 𝔎𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔨𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫, 𝔡𝔬𝔠𝔥 𝔞𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔲𝔪 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔟𝔢𝔨𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫.

𝔒𝔟 ℌ𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔪, ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔪𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔷,
𝔄𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔰 𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔯 ℜ𝔲𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔣, 𝔐𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔞𝔰 𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔲𝔠𝔥 ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔰,
𝔈𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔑𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔫 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔥𝔫𝔢𝔫 𝔲𝔫𝔰 𝔷𝔲𝔯 𝔓𝔣𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔱,
𝔅𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔥𝔩𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔪 𝔴𝔦𝔢𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔢𝔲𝔠𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔪 𝔖𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔱...