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𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦


𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 è 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪, 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭’𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰, 𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘰 𝘦 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢. 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘵𝘢𝘯, 𝘶𝘯 𝘶𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘜𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵à 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢. 𝘋𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪 𝘧𝘢, 𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦, 𝘥𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘪 𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢. 𝘋𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘢, 𝘭’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 è 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢. 𝘚𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘢 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢: 𝘶𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦, 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝘭’𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰. 𝘝𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪, 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭’𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘋𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘗𝘶𝘭𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 è 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘪, 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪. 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘳à 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘶𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘴é 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦: 𝘭’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 è 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰. 𝘈𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘪, 𝘤𝘰𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭'𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪 𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘪: 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢. 𝘓𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦. 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵’𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘢 è 𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘢, 𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘭’𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵à 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢. 𝘘𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘢. 𝘘𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 è, 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘴, 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘥’𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 / 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳à. 𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘵𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘦, 𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘪, 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘊𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦? 𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘰 è 𝘤𝘰𝘴ì 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭’𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘢, 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘻𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘪. È 𝘭’𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦. È 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘰. È 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢, 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳à 𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘪. È 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵à. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩é 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 è 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘦? 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩é 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘰. 𝘓𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭’𝘶𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵à, 𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪. 𝘐𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 è 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭’𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵à. 𝘙𝘦𝘤𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘴é 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯’𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘰. 𝘓𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵à 𝘯𝘦 è 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪 𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘮𝘰. È 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦. 𝘗𝘶ò 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘰. È 𝘶𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪, 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘪ò 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘢 𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪 𝘴é 𝘣𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘪. 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 è 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘦: 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪, 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰 è 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘗𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴. 𝘛𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘭’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 è 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘰. 𝘛𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘭’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 è 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰. 𝘛𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘭’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘗𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪 è 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢. 𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 è 𝘧𝘶𝘰𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩é 𝘭’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦? 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩é 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦, 𝘭’𝘶𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢 𝘱𝘪ù 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪, 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘱𝘪ù 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘗𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦. 𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘪, 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢. 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘦 è 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪. 𝘕𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦. 𝘐𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘰, 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘵𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰. 𝘘𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢, è 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩é 𝘷𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰. 𝘓’𝘶𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘩𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰. 𝘗𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢. 𝘝𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦: 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘪 𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪 𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪. 𝘖𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘤𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘪. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘪 𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘰. 𝘈𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘪. 𝘌𝘥 è 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦: 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵à. 𝘗𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴. 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩é 𝘭’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘪? 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩é 𝘭’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦… 𝘖𝘨𝘯𝘪 𝘶𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘱𝘶ò 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢, 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰. 𝘎𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘷 𝘔𝘢𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘷𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰. 𝘓𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥’𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰. 𝘜𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦, 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘰, 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘢. 𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 è 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘭’𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘪, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪, 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪, 𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩é, 𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢, 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘪, 𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦. 𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 è 𝘶𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘜𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦. 𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 è 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵à 𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵à. È 𝘈𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘈𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢. È 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩é 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘦. 𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 è 𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪. 𝘐𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰, è 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘗𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪. 𝘜𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘰, 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳à 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢. 𝘓𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳à 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘋𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘳à 𝘨𝘪à 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦. 𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘪, 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘭’𝘩𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘢, 𝘢𝘷𝘳à 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘦. 𝘓𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘳à 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘢. 𝘛𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰. 𝘛𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘯 𝘐𝘳𝘪𝘴. È 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪. 𝘓’𝘶𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘩𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘷𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘪. 𝘐𝘯 𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘐𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰. 𝘐𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘐𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘜𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵à 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢 è 𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘪, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰, 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘓’𝘶𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘩𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘭’𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰, 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪ò 𝘭𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘪, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩é 𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘗𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰. 𝘛𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘛𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶 𝘶𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘮𝘰. 𝘓’𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘰 è 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵à, 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵à 𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢, 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘧𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘪. 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪, 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢. 𝘖𝘨𝘯𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢, 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘷𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘪ò 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘰. 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦. 𝘐 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰. 𝘍𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 è 𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘰𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦. È 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭’𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘪ò 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪 è 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘵𝘰. È 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭’𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪. 𝘗𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭’𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘢. 𝘍𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘰. 𝘐𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘴é. 𝘙𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘳à 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪. 𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰, 𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵à, 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘭’𝘶𝘰𝘮𝘰. 𝘐𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 è 𝘭’𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘊𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘢, 𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘰, 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰, 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵à… 𝘝𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯’𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘪 𝘭’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘶ò 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘢. 𝘍𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵à 𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘍𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢. 𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰… 𝘖𝘨𝘯𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘰, 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘤𝘪ò 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘪, 𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘰. 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪ò 𝘴𝘪𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘰, 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦. 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦. 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪. 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘪 𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦: è 𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦, è 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦 𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪 𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰. 𝘓𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢. 𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘶ò 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘰, 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢 𝘤𝘪 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘢, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘍𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘪. 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘪 𝘷𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘪. 𝘕𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰. 𝘕𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘰, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘮𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵à 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦, 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭’𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵à, 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘵à 𝘥’𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰. 𝘐𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳ò 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰. 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘰. 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘰. 𝘛𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭’𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘪. 𝘊’è 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘊’è 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘊’è 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢. 𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪. 𝘕𝘰𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰. 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰. 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢. 𝘊’è 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢. 𝘋𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘋𝘪 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭’𝘶𝘰𝘮𝘰. 𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦, 𝘧𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘪. 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘰. 𝘖𝘨𝘨𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘻𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪, 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪, 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘷𝘰. 𝘖𝘨𝘨𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘖𝘨𝘨𝘪 𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘳ò 𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘰. 𝘔𝘢𝘪. 𝘐𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢. 𝘓𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘦. 𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 è 𝘭’𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢. 𝘓’𝘈𝘭𝘣𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘶𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪. 𝘙𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘵à. 𝘈𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦. 𝘌𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘢, 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘥’𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰. 𝘏𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰. 𝘏𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘰. 𝘖𝘳𝘢, 𝘤𝘰𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘯𝘶𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘰, 𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘜𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰. 𝘜𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵à. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩é 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘰 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘰? 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩é 𝘭’𝘶𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘩𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵à 𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢. 𝘏𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢. 𝘏𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘢, 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘢. 𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 è 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢. 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰, 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘭’𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰. 𝘊𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪, 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦. 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰. 𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘰, 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦. 𝘗𝘰𝘪, 𝘴𝘦 è 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘭’𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦, 𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦. 𝘕𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘯’𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘰, 𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘪, 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘢. 𝘊𝘰𝘴ì 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘗𝘰𝘪 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭’𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘰. 𝘙𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘊𝘰𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰, 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘢. 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪. 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘦. 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘋𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰. 𝘚𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘰. 𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘥’𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘰. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩é 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶ò 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭’𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘰? 𝘗𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪 𝘤𝘪ò 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦: 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪. 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩é 𝘯𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘓𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘤𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪, è 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭’𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰. 𝘘𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘵à 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢. 𝘚𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘪 𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 è 𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦. 𝘊𝘪ò 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢. 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪. 𝘕𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰. 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦. 𝘕𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘪. 𝘈𝘮𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘪. 𝘙𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘪. 𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦, 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘤𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘳à 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘰… 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩é 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘵à 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 è 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘟𝘟𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰? 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩é 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘶ò 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰… 𝘐𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳à. 𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘳à 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰. 𝘓𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵à 𝘧𝘢𝘳à 𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢. 𝘚𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰. 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢. 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘥’𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪. 𝘓𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘗𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘰… 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭’𝘜𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵à. 𝘊𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢. 𝘊𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰. 𝘏𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢. 𝘔𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘰. 𝘏𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘭’𝘈𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢. 𝘋𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘦. 𝘔𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘶𝘰𝘮𝘰, 𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦… 𝘏𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢. 𝘖𝘳𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢 è 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘰. 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳à 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭’𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭’𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵à 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘦. 𝘊𝘩𝘦 𝘭’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘪 𝘢𝘪𝘶𝘵𝘪! 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘰 è 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪. 𝘝𝘪 𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪. 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪. 𝘓𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰. 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘪 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪. 𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰. 𝘐𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪 𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢. 𝘊𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰. 𝘈𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘥𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪. 𝘕é, 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰, 𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰. 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘛𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦. 𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘢, 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢. 𝘔𝘪𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰, 𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢. 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢. 𝘓𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘷𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢. 𝘓’𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘦. 𝘓𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯. 𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪. 𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘪, 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘪. 𝘊𝘩𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦. 𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪, 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢, 𝘴𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵à 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦. 𝘈𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘰. 𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘰: 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦. 𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 è 𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪. 𝘊𝘪ò 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘱𝘪ù 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪. 𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 è 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦. 𝘜𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰. 𝘊𝘪ò 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪. 𝘔𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘣𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢. 𝘚𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪. 𝘚𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘰. 𝘚𝘵𝘢 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢. 𝘚𝘵𝘢 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢. 𝘙𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢. 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢, 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘝𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘢, 𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵à. 𝘓’𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘨𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢. 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵à. 𝘐𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘶𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪 è 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭’𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘪ò 𝘤𝘩𝘦 è 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰.