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No 2024-11-21 19:24 active 1904 0 Read next chapter For her, marrying her best friend and carrying his child was a dream come true. However, just at this joyful moment, the man's beloved returned... ===== "It's a good thing you're cautious. You could've lost your baby, Miss Monroe," the GYN told me seriously as she could see the shock in my eyes. Had I heard it right? I was pregnant? I was pregnant with a baby for Pierce--my best friend and my first crush! On the way out of the hospital, I couldn't wait to tell Pierce about our baby. I wondered what his reaction would be. Would he scream in happiness? God! I couldn't contain my happiness. I cupped my flushed face as I fantasized, but the moment I felt the cold of the simple ring on my finger, my wildly beating heart calmed down. I almost forgot that Pierce wasn't the type to be keen on having children, especially since our marriage was arranged by his family. Pierce was a complete gentleman, both as a friend and a husband. Every time we did intimate thing, he was considerate yet cautious, saying there was no need to add extra shackles when we weren't ready. This baby, in a way, was out of the plan. "Ma'am, is everything okay? Do you need to call the boss?" my private driver, Luke, asked worriedly as he noticed my frown. Luke was reliable, like family, but if I chose to share, I still wanted Pierce to be the first to know this news. He was my baby's father. "No," I shook my head, giving Luke a reassuring smile. "He's on a flight. I'll talk to him later myself." I wanted to sense his answer directly from his raw expressions. I was always good at that. I closed my eyes, recalling the first day we met. His bright smile in the sunlight was so dazzling; he was a Prince. Long before we became best friends, I fell in love with him at first sight. But it was only unrequited love; I knew that well. I slid down the car window to get some fresh air but accidentally caught a glimpse of our old high school. That bitter feeling filled my chest once again. Pierce was my first love, but I wasn't his. In high school, I was just a boring nerd in others' eyes while Pierce Anderson was the shining quarterback. Everyone was surprised that we could be friends. Though envy arose, I enjoyed being around him. I slowly realized that I didn't just want to be his friend. However, right when I was about to confess my feelings to him, another girl came into his life. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of those sad memories. I gripped the cold wedding ring on my finger, telling myself the past was the past. Pierce said they were over, and I was his wife now. I was his wife who was carrying his baby. I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and opened the door to our house. My heart calmed as I breathed in the scent of home. Our home. Pierce and I decorated it together with our own hands. We enjoyed it. Yes, I must have been overthinking. That woman had been out of our lives for a long time, and my marriage with Pierce had been as beautiful as a fairy tale for the past three years. I glanced at the clock on the wall. At this point, Pierce should have gotten off the plane. He had been traveling for over a month for the sake of our family's business. Pierce was the President of ADE, the leading fashion magazine company in Asia, and I was actually the Vice President. We were not only life partners but also good partners at work. I really missed him. I dialed his number immediately. I wanted to hear his voice now, to know when he would arrive home. I would prepare a good meal for him, and he would reward me with a sweet k*ss. Then we might do intimate thing... Oops, I almost forgot I was pregnant now. I needed to tell him this first before we could do anything else. I was happily envisioning our lovely reunion when my heart dropped as a woman's voice came over the line. [Hello?] I snapped the phone as just one word came out. My phone fell to the floor, and my body started shaking uncontrollably. NO! It couldn't be her! It couldn't be Lexi! She was already out of our lives! I must have misheard. I rushed to the fridge, attempting to calm myself with some al**hol. But the moment I was reminded of the doctor's words and my baby. I needed to be cautious for my baby's sake. I turned to grab a box of milk and walked toward the sofa. I didn't know what made me recognize that as Lexi's voice at that moment. I meant Lexi and I were never close. Lexi Gilbert was a typical blonde beauty that men would go crazy for. She was the popular cheerleader in high school while Pierce was the star quarterback. A better match than he and a nerd like me, right? It wasn't surprising that he had fallen for her. My pride couldn't stand watching the man I loved go crazy for another woman. So I had once tried to stay away from them silently, but Pierce refused to quit my life. Every time I drowned myself in a sea of books and studies to forget them, Pierce would appear at my doorstep asking me out. I couldn't say no to his charming smile; I couldn't refuse when he claimed it was his duty as my best friend to take me out to enjoy the real world. To avoid ruining our friendship, I could only hide my broken heart, silently playing the role of his best friend while watching his happy face as he pursued another girl. I finally mustered the courage to study abroad when I learned that Pierce was planning to propose to Lexi. However, I never expected Grams would call to beg me to return. I hurried back only to see a lifeless Pierce. His heart was shattered, thanks to Lexi. My beloved sunshine boy was nowhere to be seen, and my heart b*ed for him. I started to hate Lexi from that moment. I gave up my cherished man for her, and how dared she harm him so badly! Pierce didn't tell anyone what happened except that he was done with Lexi. Grams arranged our marriage. I didn't understand why he agreed until the day I heard him say that marrying anyone but Lexi would be the same for him. It hurt like hell, but I still walked into this marriage without a second thought. My cherished boy was broken, and I wanted to fix him, not caring if I ruined myself in the process. I fell asleep at home, feeling insecure and worried. I woke up in the middle of the night when I felt someone caressing my cheek. Slowly, I opened my eyes and realized I had fallen asleep in the living room. Someone lifted me from the couch. I immediately recognized his scent and touch as I looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "Pierce..." "Hmm," he hummed as he walked toward the stairs. "Why did you sleep on the couch?" I stared at his face as he gently placed me down on the bed. He caressed my hair and k*ssed my forehead. He was always so gentle, and that was why I loved him so much. "Where have you been? I've been waiting for you," I said as I caressed his cheek. "Just met a friend. You said you were waiting for me; is it something urgent?" Looking at his gentle face, I suddenly didn't want to ruin the moment, so I closed my parted lips and swallowed the truth back down. Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, I would have the courage to face all the puzzles. I shook my head and pouted, signaling that I was sleepy. He chuckled and carefully carried me to the bed. Just as he was about to leave me after giving me a goodnight k*ss, I panicked for some reason. I quickly grabbed him... I missed him. I wanted him. "Wait, Kels," he said, stopping me by pinning my hands to the bed. "I thought you said you were sleepy and needed to rest." "But I think I miss you more now." I looked at him with innocence and caught the d**ire flashing in his eyes, but I didn't know why it faded so quickly. He used to be happy when I took the initiative. As if noticing my confusion, he chuckled and playfully pinched my nose. "I'll just take a shower." I nodded and watched him as he walked toward the bathroom. But drowsiness struck again, so I closed my eyes to take a nap. However, it was already morning when I opened my eyes again, and Pierce was beside me, putting a tray of food on the bedside table. "Hey!" I greeted, smiling when I realized what he'd done. He had prepared breakfast for me. In bed. The sweetest. He smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. "Good morning." I grinned as I sat up. He carried the tray and put it beside me. I shot an eyebrow up, tilting my head as I stared at his handsome face. His deep brown eyes and thick, black eyebrows complemented his striking features. "What is this? Is this a bribe? You stood me up last night, bad boy." He didn't laugh. Instead, he heaved a sigh, gently tucking my hair behind my ear before taking my hand and staring into my eyes. "I have something to tell you." My heart raced. I thought about our baby. He had something to say, and I did too. "W-What is it?" I asked, feeling my voice tremble. He took a deep breath. "You know you're important to me, right?" I slowly nodded, my lips parted. I couldn't speak; I was scared of what he was about to say. I had a bad feeling about this. "You were my best friend before we got married. You're one of the few people I treasure..." I hid my clenched fists under the sheets. I didn't understand why he was telling me this, but I felt tears pooling in the corner of my eyes already. "Kelly..." He paused, squeezing his eyes shut before looking into mine again. "I-I think it's time for us to divorce." "P-Pierce..." My heart clenched. He smiled sadly. "I know you don't have feelings for me either. You only married me because of my grandparents. You just did this because you love them. Now it's time for our real happiness, Kelly." I shook my head. "W-What are you talking about, Pierce?" "Lexi is back, Kelly. My first love is back." Chapter 2 Kelly's POV--It Never Rains but It Pours I got off the bed and tried to leave, but Pierce grabbed my hand. I quickly wiped the tears rolling down my cheeks before he could see them. He stood in front of me, searching my face as I struggled to look down and avoid his gaze. My heart felt like it was breaking into pieces. I thought... I thought I could make him fall in love with me during those three years together. I believed his feelings would deepen, that he would see me as a woman rather than just a best friend. I was foolish to hope and dream so high. I had failed. No matter how hard I tried, his heart belonged only to his first love, Lexi. "Kelly..." I sucked in a breath and swallowed the pain as I looked at him. I forced a smile. "I need to wash up before eating." He stared into my eyes, trying to figure out what I was thinking. I knew he understood me too well, so I made a concerted effort to hide my pain and smiled back at him. He sighed and let go of my hand. "Okay. I'll wait for you here. Let's eat and go to work together." Together? How cruel could he be? He still wanted us to get along as if he hadn't just asked for a divorce? He wanted us to stay the same right after telling me that his first love was back and he wanted to divorce me? Oh, Pierce, what's going on in your head? If I used to be able to force myself to remain in the role of his best friend, wishing him happiness, I no longer had that courage after the three years we'd shared. There was no way I could endure that kind of torture again, especially now that I was carrying his baby. The baby... I had thought it was good news for us, but now... it felt more like a burden to him, I guess. A burden that would prevent him from pursuing his true love and freedom. I knew how an unwanted child could grow up. My parents divorced even before my mother died, and my father's new family hated me. It hurt like hell. I didn't want my baby to experience that same pain. I needed to keep my child away from it. I forced another smile. "We can't. I need to visit the studio for the photoshoot of our new models..." "I'll go with you--" "No." I pushed his hand away. His eyes followed my hand before he looked up at me again. "You have some documents to sign. Our schedules are already organized, remember?" "But..." "I have a personal driver, Pierce. I'll be fine going alone." He sighed and slowly nodded. I turned my back on him and entered the bathroom. I immediately opened the shower and stood under the cold water. Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I covered my mouth to suppress my sobs. My shoulders trembled violently, and when I thought about my baby, I swallowed hard, trying to calm myself down. I wiped my face and caressed my belly. I needed to be strong. I had to stay calm. I shouldn't put my baby's life at risk just because I got my heart broken. I had to handle this wisely. I took a deep breath and finished my shower. When I got out of the bathroom, I was shocked to see Pierce still there. He was struggling to fix his tie in front of the full-length mirror. I also noticed my pair of heels and dress on the bed. "Hey! I picked your dress for today." Since our marriage wasn't public, Pierce had said he would try to do little things for me as a husband. He did it well, and I used to enjoy these sweet moments, but now, they felt like d**gers to my heart. I grabbed the dress and went into the walk-in closet. I felt him following me. I put the white dress back and picked a red one. When I turned to face him, his forehead was creased. "I prefer red today. I'd feel beautiful in this dress." His eyes landed on the dress I was holding, and his face immediately relaxed. He nodded and walked toward me. "I see. Help me fix this first." I placed my dress on his arm and started adjusting his tie. I could feel his eyes staring intently and it was making my heart beat so fast. I took a deep breath and chewed my bottom lip as I struggled to fix the tie. My vision started to blur again. D**n! "Kelly..." I jumped in shock. "Hmm?" "Are you okay?" I looked at him and smiled. "Yeah." "I have something else to say." I finished fixing his tie, then immediately grabbed the dress from him. I glanced at him before walking past him and said, "Let's just talk some other time. I'm going to be late." I heard him sigh as he followed me again. He's silent the whole time as if he's thinking about something. "You should eat before you leave." I turned to him and nodded. "I will. You should go now." "Kelly, we're on the same page, right?" I stared at him. No, Pierce. We're never on the same page. All of this was just my stupid fantasy. I thought you had feelings for me, and I was so wrong. "If it's about the divorce, I understand everything, Pierce. I know what I have to do. Just give me some time because I'm really busy with the company. I won't run away." "Kelly, I'm not just doing this for myself. I'm doing this for you too. You've been caged with me ever since we got married. I know you're not happy because deep down, you want to find the man you deserve. Someone who will truly love you. Not me. Not someone who's half-hearted." "I understand what you're trying to say, Pierce," I said, trying to turn away, but he held me by the waist, keeping me in place. He did everything he could to capture my gaze, and he succeeded. He looked at me worriedly. "You are my best friend. I don't want to lose you, Kels. You're one of the few people I..." "I know," I said out of frustration. He looked shocked, so I took a breath to calm myself. "I-I know. You don't have to worry. I'm just stressed about work. It's not about our divorce." His lips parted, and he slowly nodded, as if he could finally breathe properly. He walked toward me, and I froze when he gently k*ssed my forehead... "Thank you, Kelly," he whispered. My heart clenched. It had been three years, but I was still such a coward. Why couldn't I just tell him that I loved him? He's my husband, and I'm carrying his baby! If I told him, he might change his mind! I swallowed hard, ready to speak, but his phone rang. I didn't miss the caller ID. Again, it was Lexi. "I gotta go." He scratched his head in apology, and I didn't miss the upturned corners of his mouth. "I called Luke, and he's waiting outside. Eat before you go, okay?" With that, he left our room. The tears I had managed to hold back burst forth again. Why did I think I could have a chance? He had made his choice the moment he asked for a divorce, hadn't he? Whenever it came to Lexi, I was always the one he would abandon. Chapter 3 Kelly's POV--Stiff Upper Lip I entered the studio wearing two-inch red heels and a red dress. Everyone turned to look as I walked down the hallway, greeting me with smiles, but my face remained stoic, not showing any emotions at all. The conversation with Pierce this morning lingered in my mind, but I couldn't let it affect my work. I couldn't fail my work after I had failed my marriage. I took a deep breath to steady myself. However, when I entered the photoshoot room, I could notice everyone was in chaos. "We can't! She's not answering her calls. What should we do? The Vice President is coming today. She'll be furious." "We can just tell her the truth. She's nice." "Not in this situation, Lily! She'll scold us--" "What's happening here?" I asked, stepping further into the room. The staff turned to me with worried expressions, and I knew then that something was wrong. "G-Good morning, Miss Monroe." Miss Monroe. Of course, no one knew that Pierce and I were married except for our families. I felt a pinch in my heart because of that truth. It hurt. I stared at her blankly, "What? "W-We have a problem, Miss Monroe. Miss Chen, our model, has been refusing our calls. She said she heard that we're changing the model, so...she doesn't want to come here. She's even threatening to file a case against us." She bowed her head, and I gritted my teeth, scanning the room. "Where's the marketing manager?" "S-She's still trying to convince Miss Chen, Miss Monroe." I massaged my forehead, squeezing my eyes closed. I grabbed my hair and screamed in so much anger, causing everyone around me to jump in shock. I g**aned, sucking in a breath before looking around. "Miss Monroe..." "What is this, Miss Hayley? You're the marketing manager. What's happening?" "Miss Monroe, I don't know how it happened, but Miss Chen heard that you're changing our model. She's about to file a case against us--" Changing the model? How had I not known about this? Miss Chen had always been a trusted partner, and if not necessary, changing models for a commercial shoot on short notice would only create chaos for the company. I would never allow such a costly mistake. "I never asked for that. You must be mistaken." I cut her off to save the time, "Fix this mess, or I'll have to fire you!" "Miss Monroe... It's Mr. President who ordered the change." Hayley spoke hesitantly. "He instructed us as soon as he returned from his business trip yesterday." The truth hit me hard. Pierce's order? Why hadn't he told me? He used to discuss every major decision with me first. "It shouldn't be..." Confusion clouded my mind. Pierce was not a clueless businessman; he maintained a clear distinction between work and personal matters, which was why he always succeeded. And that was also why he chose to keep our marriage a secret. "Yes, Kelly. I gave the order." The voice pulled me back. "M-Mr. President..." Hayley bowed in respect as the man suddenly appeared behind me. "I think you owe me an explanation, Pierce. About changing the model!" I snapped as I turned to face him. He knew how much effort I had put into securing this project. I hadn't slept well for days, and Miss Chen was the perfect fit for us. He had agreed too. But now... he just changed the model as he liked without informing me in advance. It felt like a hard s**p in the face. "Go ahead with the work. I'll explain it to her." He pacified the staff first, ignoring the anger simmering in my eyes. "Answer me, Pierce! Why did you change the model so suddenly?" I couldn't contain my fury. He touched my shoulder and whispered, "This isn't the place to talk. Let me explain in the car." I glanced around, noticing others sneaking glances at us. I shook off his hand and walked toward the parking lot, my heart growing heavier with each step. I had a sinking feeling I wouldn't like his explanation. "Now, say it," I blurted once we were seated in his car. He stared into my eyes as if weighing my emotions. I looked away again.; I couldn't bear his gaze. I couldn't withstand his eyes that never looked at me the way I wanted him to. He had no feelings for me and it hurt so much. "I-I..." he paused, sighing. "I replaced Miss Chen because Lexi wants to be our model. She's also a good fit, so I agreed--" "What?" I asked in disbelief. He pressed his lips together and looked away, ruffling his hair in frustration before shaking his head and holding my hand. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. It was just so sudden. She asked for a favor, and I couldn't say no." I pulled my hand away, looking at him with a mix of pain and anger. "You can't say no to her, so you'd rather harm the company--our company. You've betrayed me, Pierce." "Kels, come on. You know how much I love her. She's my first love." Painfully, I closed my eyes. Oh yes, she was your first love. She's always the one you want, no matter the cost. As long as she frowns a bit, you turn a blind eye to the pain and effort of others. You're so heartless, Pierce. "Well, you've made your decision. I don't have a say in this since you're the President. Just go. I'll be in the office." I said coldly, opening the car door to leave. "Kelly..." I looked him in the eyes. "Go home early. Let's talk about our divorce at home tonight." Chapter 4 Kelly's POV--Left High and Dry I was playing with the wedding ring on my finger. I told him to go home early, but he didn't come home at all. He wasn't even answering my calls. Well, now Lexi was back; this house was probably not home in his eyes anymore. My eyes turned to my pregnancy report on the table. What a mockery. I was still naive to hold a glimmer of hope that things would be different if I told him about the baby. But forget this baby thing was out of his plan. I wiped away the tears collecting at the corners of my eyes and picked up the report. It was 5 a.m. already when I looked at the clock on the wall. I tried to dial his number again, but it was still busy. What was he busy with? Was he busy staying with Lexi? He must have missed her a lot, didn't he? I didn't remember how I fell asleep. When the alarm clock went off, he didn't come home yet. I sneered at myself as I caught my reflection in the dresser mirror. The dark circles under my eyes were so clear, and my hair was a total mess, looking like a ghost. Suddenly, a wave of nausea flooded my stomach, and I realized I hadn't eaten anything last night. Feeling sick again, I ran to the sink and puked. I spat yellowish liquid, and while I was washing my mouth, I felt a warm hand caressing my back. I immediately lifted my face and met a pair of brown eyes looking at me through the mirror. Standing behind me with a worried expression was my husband, Pierce. I had always been thankful to have him as my best friend and husband, but now... I'm losing him. Hopelessly losing him. "Are you okay? Are you not feeling well? You should've told me." I stared at him through the mirror. "You didn't answer my calls." Guilt flickered in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I had some things to do. I stayed in the office all night." I wiped my face and walked past him. He followed me as I sat in front of the vanity and started combing my hair. "Kels..." "I woke up late. I failed to prepare breakfast." I tried to avoid his eyes. I felt like I would lose my temper and snap at him. There was no moment when I felt his selfishness so clearly as now. He called me his best friend, yet he had never seriously confronted my needs. My feelings. "Kels... you know I'm not asking about this. I'm just worried about your condition..." "Kels, are we still okay?" I stopped combing my hair and slowly met his eyes. Through the mirror, again. Really? He's asking me that? After he offered me a divorce without even asking if I was okay with it? He decided on his own, just because his first love is back. I couldn't believe him. I faked a smile. "I just don't feel well today, Pierce." He immediately squatted beside me, which was not surprising because I knew he truly cared. What surprised me was why he was still doing this after he buried a dagger in my heart. "Are you okay?" He gently touched my forehead and neck. "Are you sick? Tell me how you feel, Kels." "My feelings don't matter," I couldn't help but blurt out. He looked shocked by what I said. When I attempted to avoid him, he grabbed my wrist and made me face him. His face was mirroring his anger now. He was completely lost his patience. "What's wrong with you, Kels? You've been acting like this since yesterday. Is this about Lexi? Or was it because I didn't come home last night?" I looked him in the eyes, annoyed. "You're the one who asked for a divorce! I told you to come back earlier, but you just let me wait the whole night. How do you want me to greet you this morning, Pierce?" He clenched his jaws and shook his head. "Kels, I..." "Enough. We can talk about the divorce after work today." "Kels!" He called and grabbed my shoulders. Confusion and pain were visible in his eyes. "Are you... in love with me?" I was taken aback. In love? Yes! Ever since we were in high school. Ever since he became my best friend. Who wouldn't fall for someone who had been protecting you ever since? But of course, I couldn't tell him. It would only complicate things more. I didn't even want him to pity me. I shook my head and pushed his arms away. "Are you on d**gs? I'm not in love with you." I turned my back on him and entered the bathroom again. I locked it before going to the bathtub. I should focus on myself. I can't let my emotions affect me, but... why are my tears falling again? "You are so pathetic, Kelly! You can't even tell him how you truly feel," I whispered to myself as I wiped my tears angrily. It took me almost an hour to bathe. When I was done, I realized Pierce had already left. I shook my head in disbelief. He's been constantly abandoning me. I can't believe we've reached this point. I thought we were okay. I was so stupid. *** "Good morning, Miss Monroe..." "Good morning, Vice President..." I did not greet anyone back, just like how I used to greet them. I still felt pissed, and my mood seemed off. Irritation could easily take over me, and I couldn't control it. Probably because of Pierce's divorce proposal or because of my pregnancy. I was about to enter my office when I heard two girls talking. "Did you see her? I bet she's Mr. Anderson's girlfriend. They seemed close." My forehead creased. Pierce's girlfriend? "Ah! It's a waste that I didn't see her face, but I feel like it's Miss Lexi." "Lexi? Lexi Gilbert? The model?" "Yes! I bet my whole month's salary on this. They look good together." "Come on! Miss Monroe and Mr. Anderson look better together." "Are you serious? They're best friends. You know, some people are better off just friends. It's Mr. Anderson and Miss Monroe." I squeezed my eyes closed and pushed the door of my office. I slowly closed it and rested my back against it. This is harder than I expected. I took a deep breath and sat in my swivel chair. I opened the computer at the same time a notification popped up on the screen of my phone. My hands started shaking as soon as I saw the notification. It was Pierce's social media update. He uploaded a photo of him and Lexi together, eating in a fancy restaurant. I balled my fists and gritted my teeth. See, Kelly? That's what happens when you step into such a loveless marriage without a second thought. You would only break yourself if you continued on the wrong path. Just get a divorce. Spare him and yourself. Your baby needs a strong mommy... ...... ==== Marrying her best friend was a dream come true for Kelly, but everything truly has a limitation. Pierce is Kelly's first love, but as his best friend, she knew well there was always another woman deep in his heart, Lexi Gilbert. Kelly finally realized their happy marriage of the last three years was just a beautiful dream when Pierce asked for a divorce just because Lexi returned. She could only be his best friend even if she was carrying his baby. Since their friendship had become a cage, Kelly chose to set him free, as well as the miserable herself. But why then, it was Pierce who became the one who refused to move on? To make matters worse, her devil stepbrother also domineeringly stepped in at the same time, asking her to be his. What happens next? How could Kelly save her heart in this battle of love and hate? 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No 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 Una esposa para mi hermano Una antigua regla familiar prohรญbe a Harry casarse con su novia embarazada. En verdad esos dos estaban muy enamorados. Era una pena que tuvieran que llegar a idear un plan tan descabellado para poder seguir juntos. La propuesta con la que habรญan llegado era simple: para que Harry y Laura pudieran casarse, Daniel que habรญa enviudado 5 aรฑos atrรกs tenรญa que volver a contraer matrimonio. En verdad su hermano lo estaba poniendo en un aprieto. Su esposa habรญa fallecido de una afecciรณn cardiaca poco despuรฉs de dar a luz a su pequeรฑo hijo. Lo dejรณ solo con 3 niรฑos y una profunda tristeza en una casa que de pronto se volviรณ muy grande; creando, con el correr de los aรฑos, una coraza frรญa a su alrededor. Deanna era la mejor amiga de Harry y la รบnica opciรณn que les quedaba. Deanna tiene una vida normal, trabaja medio tiempo y estudia en la Universidad de Artes porque quiere lograr su sueรฑo: cantar en la รณpera. Solo le falta un aรฑo para terminar su carrera cuando su amigo Harry le pide ayuda desesperado. Deanna estaba mรกs que dispuesta a hacer esto por ellos, Laura se convertirรก en madre y se casarรก con el hombre que ama. Para ayudarlo con su problema Daniel y Deanna acceden a fingir una relaciรณn y un matrimonio. A veces el amor aparece de la manera mรกs inesperada y en la forma de la persona menos pensada. Son tan opuestos que la atracciรณn es inevitable. ร‰l encuentra en ella la calidez que faltaba en su vida y Deanna el amor luego de una ruptura desastrosa. Finalmente, Daniel puede volver a tener una familia. Pero hay muchos intereses ocultos que buscan separarlos y alejarlos. El viaje es difรญcil, deben enfrentarse no solo a terceros que les complicaran las cosas, sino tambiรฉn a sus propios miedos e inseguridades. No es sencillo equilibrar 15 aรฑos de diferencia... &6& LEARN_MORE https://fbweb.manobook.com/13316375-fb_contact-spy Best Love Novel 0 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn more 0 fbweb.manobook.com IMAGE https://fbweb.manobook.com/13316375-fb_contact-spy4685_2-1022-core1.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=200518&accid=428030350227844&rawadid=120214389757990581 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465574026_528047110144575_3220201390581862014_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=SeFfWN2oWhEQ7kNvgEmt1fH&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A3M1miOSQr_woseT4J3EEIm&oh=00_AYBh2PjsQc93xr8NkfBt3rFf8RfcCOTwoKnavKOMloJlDw&oe=6745C7E7 REGULAR_PAGE 0 0 0 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ัะปะตะดัƒัŽั‰ัƒัŽ ะณะปะฐะฒัƒ๐Ÿ‘‰ ะšะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ัƒะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฝะตะทะฝะฐะบะพะผั‹ะน ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ, ั ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะผ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟั€ะพะฒะตะปะฐ ัะฒะพัŽ ะฟะตั€ะฒัƒัŽ ะฑั€ะฐั‡ะฝัƒัŽ ะฝะพั‡ัŒ, ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปัั ะตะต ะทะฐะบะพะฝะฝั‹ะผ ะผัƒะถะตะผ ะฟะพ ะดะพะณะพะฒะพั€ะตะฝะฝะพัั‚ะธ, ะพะฝะฐ ัะพัˆะปะฐ ั ัƒะผะฐ! ===== ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะŸะตั‚ั€ะพะฒะฐ ัะตะณะพะดะฝั ะฒั‹ัˆะปะฐ ะทะฐะผัƒะถ. ะš ะฝะตัั‡ะฐัั‚ัŒัŽ ะดะปั ะฝะตั‘, ะถะตะฝะธั…ะฐ ะฝะธะณะดะต ะฝะต ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฒะธะดะฝะพ. ะžะฝะฐ ะพะณะปัะดะตะปะฐ ะฟัƒัั‚ัƒัŽ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ัƒ, ะธ ะตั‘ ะปะธั†ะพ ัั‚ะฐะปะพ ะฑะตะปั‹ะผ, ัะปะพะฒะฝะพ ะฟั€ะพัั‚ั‹ะฝั. ะžะฝะฐ ั‡ัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ัะตะฑั ัะพะฒะตั€ัˆะตะฝะฝะพ ัƒะฝะธะถะตะฝะฝะพะน. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะต ะถะตะปะฐะปะฐ ั‚ะตั€ะฟะตั‚ัŒ ัั‚ะพ ะพัะบะพั€ะฑะปะตะฝะธะต! ะะพ ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะตะปะฐั‚ัŒ? ะก ัะฐะผะพะณะพ ั€ะพะถะดะตะฝะธั ะฒัะต ะฐัะฟะตะบั‚ั‹ ะตั‘ ะถะธะทะฝะธ ะบะพะฝั‚ั€ะพะปะธั€ะพะฒะฐะปะธััŒ ะดั€ัƒะณะธะผะธ ะปัŽะดัŒะผะธ. ะกะฐะผะพ ัะพะฑะพะน ั€ะฐะทัƒะผะตะตั‚ัั, ัั‚ะพ ะบะฐัะฐะปะพััŒ ะธ ะตั‘ ะทะฐะผัƒะถะตัั‚ะฒะฐ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปัƒ ะฟั€ะธะฝัƒะดะธะป ะบ ัั‚ะพะผัƒ ัะพัŽะทัƒ ะพั‚ะตั†, ั‡ะตะปะพะฒะตะบ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะผ ัƒะฟั€ะฐะฒะปัะปะฐ ะถะฐะดะฝะพัั‚ัŒ. ะ•ั‘ ะดะตะดัƒัˆะบะฐ ั€ะฐะฑะพั‚ะฐะป ัˆะพั„ั‘ั€ะพะผ ัƒ ะ ะพะดะธะพะฝะฐ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒะฐ, ะณะปะฐะฒั‹ ะผะพะณัƒั‰ะตัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝะพะน ัะตะผัŒะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒั‹ั…. ะŸะพ ะดะพัะฐะดะฝะพะน ัะปัƒั‡ะฐะนะฝะพัั‚ะธ ะพะฝะธ ะฟะพะฟะฐะปะธ ะฒ ัƒะถะฐัะฝัƒัŽ ะฐะฒะฐั€ะธัŽ, ะฒ ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะพะน ะดะตะด ะšะฐะผะธะปะปั‹ ะฟะพะณะธะฑ, ัะฟะฐัะฐั ะ ะพะดะธะพะฝะฐ. ะ’ ะฟะพัะปะตะดะฝะธะต ะผะตััั†ั‹ ะฝะตะฑะพะปัŒัˆะฐั ะบะพะผะฟะฐะฝะธั, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะพะน ัƒะฟั€ะฐะฒะปัะปะฐ ะตั‘ ัะตะผัŒั, ะฒะตะทะดะต ะธ ะฒััŽะดัƒ ะฟะพะณั€ัะทะปะฐ ะฒ ะพะณั€ะพะผะฝั‹ั… ะดะพะปะณะฐั…. ะžะฝะธ ะฝะฐั…ะพะดะธะปะธััŒ ะฝะฐ ะณั€ะฐะฝะธ ะฑะฐะฝะบั€ะพั‚ัั‚ะฒะฐ. ะะตัะผะพั‚ั€ั ะฝะฐ ัั‚ะพ, ะตั‘ ั…ะธั‚ั€ั‹ะน ะพั‚ะตั† ะพั‚ะบะฐะทะฐะปัั ะฟั€ะพัะธั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะผะพั‰ะธ ัƒ ัะตะผัŒะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒั‹ั…, ะทะฝะฐั, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัั‚ะพ ะพั‚ะผะตะฝะธั‚ ะดะพะปะณ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะน ะพะฝะธ ะดะพะปะถะฝั‹ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ัะตะผัŒะต ะŸะตั‚ั€ะพะฒั‹ั…. ะ’ะผะตัั‚ะพ ัั‚ะพะณะพ ะพะฝ ะฟั€ะธะดัƒะผะฐะป ะฟะปะฐะฝ, ัะพะณะปะฐัะฝะพ ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะพะผัƒ ะฒะฝัƒะบ ะ ะพะดะธะพะฝะฐ, ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒ, ะถะตะฝะธั‚ัั ะฝะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะต. ะฃั‡ะธั‚ั‹ะฒะฐั ะฑะพะณะฐั‚ัั‚ะฒะพ ัะตะผัŒะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒั‹ั…, ะพะฝะธ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ัƒะฒะตั€ะตะฝั‹, ั‡ั‚ะพ ั‚ะต ะดะฐะดัƒั‚ ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะธะต ะดะตะฝัŒะณะธ ะฒ ะพะฑะผะตะฝ ะฝะฐ ั€ัƒะบัƒ ะธ ัะตั€ะดั†ะต ะšะฐะผะธะปะปั‹. ะ˜, ะฒ ะบะฐั‡ะตัั‚ะฒะต ะดะพะฟะพะปะฝะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะพะณะพ ะฑะพะฝัƒัะฐ, ะพะฝะธ, ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั†, ัƒัั‚ะฐะฝะพะฒะธะปะธ ะฑั‹ ะฑะพะปะตะต ะฟั€ะพั‡ะฝัƒัŽ ัะฒัะทัŒ ั ัะตะผัŒั‘ะน ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒั‹ั…, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะฐั ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฑั‹ ะทะฐะบะพะฝะฝะพ ัะบั€ะตะฟะปะตะฝะฐ. ะ ะฐะทัƒะผะตะตั‚ัั, ัะตะผัŒั ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒั‹ั… ะฝะต ะผะพะณะปะฐ ะฟะพะทะฒะพะปะธั‚ัŒ ัะตะฑะต ะพั‚ะบะฐะทะฐั‚ัŒัั ะพั‚ ัั‚ะพะณะพ ะฟั€ะตะดะปะพะถะตะฝะธั, ะธะฝะฐั‡ะต ะพะฝะธ ั€ะธัะบะพะฒะฐะปะธ ะฟะพั‚ะตั€ัั‚ัŒ ะปะธั†ะพ ะฒ ั‚ะพะผ ะธะปะธ ะธะฝะพะผ ัะปัƒั‡ะฐะต. ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ั€ะตัˆะธะป ะฒั‹ั€ะฐะทะธั‚ัŒ ัะฒะพั‘ ะฝะตะดะพะฒะพะปัŒัั‚ะฒะพ ะฒัะตะผ ัั‚ะธะผ, ะฝะต ัะฒะธะฒัˆะธััŒ ะฝะฐ ะฑะฐะฝะบะตั‚, ั…ะพั‚ั ะฝะฐ ะฝั‘ะผ ะฝะต ะฟั€ะธััƒั‚ัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะปะพ ะฝะธะบะพะณะพ, ะบั€ะพะผะต ั‡ะปะตะฝะพะฒ ัะตะผะตะน. ะžะฝ ั‚ะฐะบะถะต ะพั‚ะบะฐะทะฐะป ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะต ะฒ ะธัะฟะพะปัŒะทะพะฒะฐะฝะธะธ ั„ะฐะผะธะปะธะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒั‹ั… ะธ ะทะฐะฟั€ะตั‚ะธะป ะตะน ะณะพะฒะพั€ะธั‚ัŒ ะปัŽะดัะผ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะตะณะพ ะถะตะฝะฐ. ะะฐ ะฟั€ะพั‚ัะถะตะฝะธะธ ะฒัะตะณะพ ัั‚ะพะณะพ, ะพั‚ ะฝะฐั‡ะฐะปะฐ ะธ ะดะพ ะบะพะฝั†ะฐ, ะฝะธะบั‚ะพ ะฝะต ะฟะพั‚ั€ัƒะดะธะปัั ัะฟั€ะพัะธั‚ัŒ ะผะฝะตะฝะธะต ัะฐะผะพะน ะšะฐะผะธะปะปั‹. ะกะตะนั‡ะฐั ะพะฝะฐ ัั‚ะพะธั‚ ั ะฟั€ัะผะพะน ัะฟะธะฝะพะน ะธ ั€ะฐัะฟั€ะฐะฒะปะตะฝะฝั‹ะผะธ ะฟะปะตั‡ะฐะผะธ. ะ•ั‘ ั€ะตัะฝะธั†ั‹, ะฒะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพ, ัะปะตะณะบะฐ ะดั€ะพะถะฐะปะธ, ะฝะพ ะฒ ะณะปะฐะทะฐั… ั‡ะธั‚ะฐะปะพััŒ ัƒะฟั€ัะผัั‚ะฒะพ. ะžะฝะฐ ะฝะต ัะพะฑะธั€ะฐะปะฐััŒ ะฟะพะดะดะฐะฒะฐั‚ัŒัั ัƒะฝะธะถะตะฝะธัŽ. ะะพ ะบะฐะบ ะตะน ัะปะตะดัƒะตั‚ ะฟะพัั‚ัƒะฟะธั‚ัŒ? ะ’ ั‚ะพ ะฒั€ะตะผั, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ั€ะฐะทะผั‹ัˆะปัะปะฐ ะพ ั‚ะพะผ, ะบะฐะบ ะฟั€ะพะฒะตะดั‘ั‚ ะฟะตั€ะฒัƒัŽ ะฑั€ะฐั‡ะฝัƒัŽ ะฝะพั‡ัŒ, ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะปัƒั‡ะธะปะฐ ัะพะพะฑั‰ะตะฝะธะต ะพั‚ ะพะดะฝะพะน ะธะท ัะฒะพะธั… ะบะพะปะปะตะณ. ะ–ะตะฝั‰ะธะฝะฐ ะฟั€ะพัะธะปะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปัƒ ะฟะพะดะผะตะฝะธั‚ัŒ ะตั‘ ะฝะฐ ะฝะพั‡ะฝะพะน ัะผะตะฝะต. ะขะฐ ะฝะต ัั‚ะฐะปะฐ ะดะพะปะณะพ ั€ะฐะทะดัƒะผั‹ะฒะฐั‚ัŒ. ะžะฝะฐ ะฒั‹ัˆะปะฐ ะธะท ะทะฐะปะฐ ะธ ะฒั‹ะทะฒะฐะปะฐ ั‚ะฐะบัะธ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะพั‚ะฟั€ะฐะฒะธั‚ัŒัั ะฒ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ัƒ. ะœะณะฝะพะฒะตะฝะธะตะผ ะฟะพะทะถะต ะพะฝะฐ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ะต ะพั‚ะดั‹ั…ะฐ ะฟะตั€ัะพะฝะฐะปะฐ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹, ะฟั€ะพะฒะตั€ัั ะทะฐะฟะธัะธ ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚ะพะฒ, ะฐ ะตั‘ ะฒะตั‡ะตั€ะฝะตะต ะฟะปะฐั‚ัŒะต ะดะฐะฒะฝะพ ัะผะตะฝะธะปะพััŒ ะฑะตะปั‹ะผ ะปะฐะฑะพั€ะฐั‚ะพั€ะฝั‹ะผ ั…ะฐะปะฐั‚ะพะผ. ะ’ะฝะตะทะฐะฟะฝะพ ะดะฒะตั€ัŒ ั ะณั€ะพะผะบะธะผ ัั‚ัƒะบะพะผ ั€ะฐัะฟะฐั…ะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ั ะฒะฝะตัˆะฝะตะน ัั‚ะพั€ะพะฝั‹ ะธ ัƒะดะฐั€ะธะปะฐััŒ ะพ ัั‚ะตะฝัƒ. ะะต ัƒัะฟะตะปะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝัั‚ัŒ ะณะปะฐะทะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฒะทะณะปัะฝัƒั‚ัŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฟั€ะพะธัั…ะพะดะธั‚, ะบะฐะบ ะดะฒะตั€ัŒ ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ะทะฐั…ะปะพะฟะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ. ะ—ะฐั‚ะตะผ ะพะฝะฐ ัƒัะปั‹ัˆะฐะปะฐ ั‰ะตะปั‡ะพะบ ะฒั‹ะบะปัŽั‡ะฐั‚ะตะปั, ะธ ะฒ ะฟะพะผะตั‰ะตะฝะธะธ ัั‚ะฐะปะพ ั‚ะตะผะฝะพ. ะŸะพ ะตั‘ ัะฟะธะฝะต ะฟั€ะพะฑะตะถะฐะป ั…ะพะปะพะดะพะบ. ยซะšั‚ะพ...ยป ะะต ัƒัะฟะตะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะดะพะณะพะฒะพั€ะธั‚ัŒ, ะบะฐะบ ะตั‘ ั‚ะพะปะบะฝัƒะปะธ ะฝะฐ ัั‚ะพะป. ะšัƒั‡ะฐ ะบะฐะฝั†ะตะปัั€ัะบะธั… ะฟั€ะธะฝะฐะดะปะตะถะฝะพัั‚ะตะน ัƒะฟะฐะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะป, ะธ ะฒ ัั‚ะพั‚ ะผะพะผะตะฝั‚ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพั‡ัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ, ะบะฐะบ ะบ ะตั‘ ัˆะตะต ะฟั€ะธะถะฐะปัั ั…ะพะปะพะดะฝั‹ะน ะพัั‚ั€ั‹ะน ะบ*ะฐะน ะฝ*ะถะฐ. ยซะขะธั…ะพ!ยป - ัะฒะธั€ะตะฟะพ ะฟั€ะพัˆะตะฟั‚ะฐะป ะฝะฐะฟะฐะดะฐะฒัˆะธะน. ะ”ะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะตะดะฒะฐ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ั€ะฐะทะณะปัะดะตั‚ัŒ ะปะธั†ะพ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝั‹, ั…ะพั‚ั ะตะณะพ ะณะปะฐะทะฐ ะฒั‹ะดะตะปัะปะธััŒ. ะžะฝะธ ะผะตั€ั†ะฐะปะธ ะฒ ั‚ัƒัะบะปะพะผ ัะฒะตั‚ะต, ะตะณะพ ะฒะทะณะปัะด ะฑั‹ะป ะฟะพะปะพะฝ ะฑะดะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะพัั‚ะธ. ะ’ ะฒะพะทะดัƒั…ะต ะฒะพะบั€ัƒะณ ะฝะธั… ะฒะธั‚ะฐะป ะทะฝะฐะบะพะผั‹ะน ะทะฐะฟะฐั… ะถะตะปะตะทะฐ, ะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะฝัะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัั‚ะพั‚ ั‡ะตะปะพะฒะตะบ ั€ะฐะฝะตะฝ. ะ‘ะปะฐะณะพะดะฐั€ั ะผะฝะพะณะพะปะตั‚ะฝะตะผัƒ ะพะฑัƒั‡ะตะฝะธัŽ ะธ ะพะฟั‹ั‚ัƒ ะฒั€ะฐั‡ะฐ, ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะผะพะณะปะฐ ัะพั…ั€ะฐะฝะธั‚ัŒ ัะฟะพะบะพะนัั‚ะฒะธะต. ะ—ะฐั‚ะตะผ ะพะฝะฐ ะผะตะดะปะตะฝะฝะพ ัะพะณะฝัƒะปะฐ ะพะดะฝัƒ ะฝะพะณัƒ, ะฟะปะฐะฝะธั€ัƒั ะฐั‚ะฐะบะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝัƒ ะบะพะปะตะฝะพะผ. ะะพ ั‚ะพั‚ ะฒะธะดะตะป ะตั‘ ะฝะฐัะบะฒะพะทัŒ. ะšะฐะบ ั‚ะพะปัŒะบะพ ะพะฝ ะฟะพั‡ัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะป ะตั‘ ะดะฒะธะถะตะฝะธะต, ั‚ะพ ั ัะธะปะพะน ัะถะฐะป ะตั‘ ะฝะพะณะธ ะฒะผะตัั‚ะต ะธ ะฟั€ะธะถะฐะป ะบ ัั‚ะพะปัƒ ัะฒะพะธะผะธ ะผะพั‰ะฝั‹ะผะธ ะฑั‘ะดั€ะฐะผะธ. ะ’ะดั€ัƒะณ ะฒ ะบะพั€ะธะดะพั€ะต ะฟะพัะปั‹ัˆะฐะปัั ัˆัƒะผ ัˆะฐะณะพะฒ. ะžะฝะธ ะฝะฐะฟั€ะฐะฒะปัะปะธััŒ ะฟั€ัะผะพ ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ัƒ ะพั‚ะดั‹ั…ะฐ ะฟะตั€ัะพะฝะฐะปะฐ. ยซะ‘ั‹ัั‚ั€ะตะต, ั ะฒะธะดะตะปะฐ, ะบะฐะบ ะพะฝ ัˆั‘ะป ััŽะดะฐ!ยป ะ”ะพัั‚ะฐั‚ะพั‡ะฝะพ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะพะดะฝะพะณะพ ะบั€ะธะบะฐ ะพ ะฟะพะผะพั‰ะธ, ะธ ัั‚ะธ ะปัŽะดะธ ะฒะพั€ะฒะฐะปะธััŒ ะฑั‹ ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ัƒ. ะžั‚ั‡ะฐัะฒัˆะธััŒ, ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ะพะฟัƒัั‚ะธะป ะณะพะปะพะฒัƒ ะธ ะฟะพ**ะปะพะฒะฐะป ะšะฐะผะธะปะปัƒ. ะžะฝะฐ ัั‚ะฐะปะฐ ะฑะพั€ะพั‚ัŒัั ะธ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ัƒะดะธะฒะปะตะฝะฐ ั‚ะตะผ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัะผะพะณะปะฐ ะปะตะณะบะพ ะพั‚ั‚ะพะปะบะฝัƒั‚ัŒ ะตะณะพ. ะขะตะผ ะฑะพะปะตะต, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะต ะฝะต ัƒะณั€ะพะถะฐะป ะตะน ะฝ*ะถะพะผ. ะœั‹ัะปะธ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะธ ะทะฐะผะตั‚ะฐะปะธััŒ. ะ’ ัั‚ะพั‚ ะผะพะผะตะฝั‚ ั‚ะพั‚, ะบั‚ะพ ะฝะฐั…ะพะดะธะปัั ะฟะพ ั‚ัƒ ัั‚ะพั€ะพะฝัƒ ะดะฒะตั€ะธ, ัั…ะฒะฐั‚ะธะปัั ะทะฐ ั€ัƒั‡ะบัƒ. ะŸั€ะธะฝัะฒ ั€ะตัˆะตะฝะธะต, ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟั€ะธั‚ัะฝัƒะปะฐ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝัƒ ะบ ัะตะฑะต ะธ ะพะฑะฒะธะปะฐ ั€ัƒะบะฐะผะธ ะตะณะพ ัˆะตัŽ. ะะฐ ัั‚ะพั‚ ั€ะฐะท ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพ**ะปะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะตะณะพ. ยซะฏ ะผะพะณัƒ ะฒะฐะผ ะฟะพะผะพั‡ัŒยป, - ะฟั€ะพะฑะพั€ะผะพั‚ะฐะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะด ะฝะพั, ะฝะฐะดะตัััŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะตั‘ ัั‚ั€ะฐั… ะฝะต ะฑั‹ะป ะทะฐะผะตั‚ะตะฝ. ะœัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ัˆัƒะผะฝะพ ัะณะปะพั‚ะฝัƒะป. ะ•ะผัƒ ะฟะพั‚ั€ะตะฑะพะฒะฐะปะฐััŒ ัะตะบัƒะฝะดะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฟั€ะธะฝัั‚ัŒ ั€ะตัˆะตะฝะธะต, ะทะฐั‚ะตะผ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพั‡ัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะตะณะพ ะณะพั€ัั‡ะตะต ะดั‹ั…ะฐะฝะธะต ัƒ ัะฒะพะตะณะพ ัƒั…ะฐ: ยซะฏ ะฒะพะทัŒะผัƒ ะฝะฐ ัะตะฑั ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝะพัั‚ัŒ ะทะฐ ัั‚ะพยป. ะ•ะณะพ ะณะพะปะพั ะฑั‹ะป ะฝะธะทะบะธะผ ะธ ะฟั€ะธั‚ัะณะฐั‚ะตะปัŒะฝั‹ะผ. ะะพ ะพะฝ, ะฟะพั…ะพะถะต, ะฝะตะฟั€ะฐะฒะธะปัŒะฝะพ ะฟะพะฝัะป. ะžะฝะฐ ั…ะพั‚ะตะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฒัั‘ ัั‚ะพ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฟั€ะธั‚ะฒะพั€ัั‚ะฒะพะผ. ะžะฝ ะฝะต ะดะพะปะถะตะฝ ะฑั‹ะป ะฝะธ ะทะฐ ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฑั€ะฐั‚ัŒ ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝะพัั‚ัŒ. ะ’ ัะปะตะดัƒัŽั‰ัƒัŽ ัะตะบัƒะฝะดัƒ ะดะฒะตั€ัŒ ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ั€ะฐัะฟะฐั…ะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะธ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ั‚ัƒั‚ ะถะต ัะปะธะปะธััŒ ะฒ ะพั‡ะตั€ะตะดะฝะพะผ ะฟะพ**ะปัƒะต. ะะตัะผะพั‚ั€ั ะฝะฐ ะธั… ะทะฐั‚ั€ัƒะดะฝะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะพะต ะฟะพะปะพะถะตะฝะธะต, ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ะพะฑะฝะฐั€ัƒะถะธะป, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะตะณะพ ั‚ะตะปะพ ัั€ะตะฐะณะธั€ะพะฒะฐะปะพ ะฝะฐ ะทะฒัƒะบ. ะžะฝ ะผะพะณ ะฑั‹ ะฟะพั‚ะตั€ัั‚ัŒัั ะฒ ะฝั‘ะผ, ะตัะปะธ ะฑั‹ ะปัŽะดะธ ะทะฐ ะดะฒะตั€ัŒัŽ ะฝะต ะทะฐะณะพะฒะพั€ะธะปะธ. ยซะง*ั€ั‚ ะฒ*ะทัŒะผะธ! ะ”ะฐ ัั‚ะพ ะถะต ะฟั€ะพัั‚ะพ ั†**ัƒัŽั‰ะฐััั ะฟะฐั€ะพั‡ะบะฐ. ะงัƒะฒะฐะบ, ะพะฝะธ ะธ ะฒะฟั€ะฐะฒะดัƒ ะทะฐะฝะธะผะฐัŽั‚ัั ัั‚ะธะผ ะฒ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ะต. ะ˜ะผะตะนั‚ะต ั…ะพั‚ัŒ ะฝะตะผะฝะพะณะพ ะฟั€ะธะปะธั‡ะธั!ยป ะกะฒะตั‚ ะธะท ะบะพั€ะธะดะพั€ะฐ ะฟั€ะพะฝะธะบะฐะป ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ัƒ, ะพะฑะฝะฐะถะฐั ะฟะฐั€ัƒ. ะžะดะฝะฐะบะพ ั‚ะตะปะพ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝั‹ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะพะฑั…ะฒะฐั‡ะตะฝะพ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะพะน, ัะบั€ั‹ะฒะฐั ะตะณะพ ะปะธั†ะพ ะพั‚ ะปัŽะฑะพะฟั‹ั‚ะฝั‹ั… ะณะปะฐะท ะฝะตะทะฒะฐะฝั‹ั… ะณะพัั‚ะตะน. ยซะงั‚ะพ ะถ, ัั‚ะพ ั‚ะพั‡ะฝะพ ะฝะต ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน. ะญั‚ะพั‚ ัƒะฑะปัŽะดะพะบ ั‚ัะถะตะปะพ ั€ะฐะฝะตะฝ. ะะตะฒะฐะถะฝะพ, ะฝะฐัะบะพะปัŒะบะพ ัะพะฑะปะฐะทะฝะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะฐ ะถะตะฝั‰ะธะฝะฐ, ั ัะพะผะฝะตะฒะฐัŽััŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัƒ ะฝะตะณะพ ั…ะฒะฐั‚ะธั‚ ัะธะป ัะดะตะปะฐั‚ัŒ ั ะฝะตะน ั‡ั‚ะพ-ะฝะธะฑัƒะดัŒยป. ยซะะพ, ั‡ัƒะฒะฐะบ, ัั‚ะฐ ะถะตะฝั‰ะธะฝะฐ ะธะทะดะฐั‘ั‚ ะดะพะฒะพะปัŒะฝะพ ะฟั€ะธัั‚ะฝั‹ะต ะทะฒัƒะบะธ, ะฐ?ยป ยซะ—ะฐั‚ะบะฝะธััŒ ะธ ะฟะพัˆะตะฒะตะปะธะฒะฐะนัั! ะะฐะผ ะฝัƒะถะฝะพ ะฝะฐะนั‚ะธ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั ะบะฐะบ ะผะพะถะฝะพ ัะบะพั€ะตะต, ะธะฝะฐั‡ะต ะผั‹ ะฟะพั‚ะตั€ัะตะผ ะณะพะปะพะฒั‹!ยป ะŸะพัะปั‹ัˆะฐะปัั ัˆะพั€ะพั… ะธ ั‚ะพะฟะพั‚ ะฝะพะณ, ะธ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝั‹ ะฑั€ะพัะธะปะธััŒ ะฟั€ะพั‡ัŒ, ะฐ ะดะฒะตั€ัŒ ะฒะตั€ะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ัะฒะพั‘ ะธัั…ะพะดะฝะพะต ะฟะพะปะพะถะตะฝะธะต. ะœัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ะทะฝะฐะป, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะตะณะพ ะฟั€ะตัะปะตะดะพะฒะฐั‚ะตะปะธ ัƒัˆะปะธ, ะฝะพ ะพัะพะทะฝะฐะฝะธะต ั‚ะพะณะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ั‚ะตะฟะตั€ัŒ ะพะฝะธ ะพัั‚ะฐะปะธััŒ ะพะดะฝะธ, ะฟะพะดะตะนัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะปะพ ะฝะฐ ะตะณะพ ัะฐะผะพะพะฑะปะฐะดะฐะฝะธะต. ะžะฝ ะฟั€ะพัั‚ะพ ัะพั€ะฒะฐะปัั, ะธ ะฝะตะพะถะธะดะฐะฝะฝะฐั ะฒะพะปะฝะฐ ะฟ**ะพั‚ะธ ะทะฐั…ะปะตัั‚ะฝัƒะปะฐ ะตะณะพ. ะญั‚ะพั‚ ะฟะพั‚ะพะบ ะถะต**ะฝะธั ะฝะต ะพะฑะพัˆั‘ะป ัั‚ะพั€ะพะฝะพะน ะธ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปัƒ. ะ’ะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพ, ะดะตะปะพ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฒ ะธั… ะฑะปะธะทะพัั‚ะธ, ะธะปะธ ะฒ ั‚ะพะผ, ะบะฐะบ ะธะฝั‚ะธะผะฝะพ ะพะฝะธ ะบะฐัะฐะปะธััŒ ะดั€ัƒะณ ะดั€ัƒะณะฐ, ะฐ ะผะพะถะตั‚ ะฑั‹ั‚ัŒ, ะฒะพ ะฒะฝะตะทะฐะฟะฝะพะผ ะฟั€ะธะปะธะฒะต ะฐะดั€ะตะฝะฐะปะธะฝะฐ, ะฝะพ ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะฒะตั€ั…ะฝะพัั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะดะฝัะปะฐััŒ ะฑัƒะฝั‚ะฐั€ัะบะฐั ะถะธะปะบะฐ, ะพ ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะพะน ะพะฝะฐ ะดะฐะถะต ะฝะต ะฟะพะดะพะทั€ะตะฒะฐะปะฐ. ะ”ะพ ัั‚ะพะณะพ ะผะพะผะตะฝั‚ะฐ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะถะธะปะฐ ัะตั€ะพะน ะพะดะฝะพะพะฑั€ะฐะทะฝะพะน ะถะธะทะฝัŒัŽ, ะฒัะตะณะดะฐ ะฟะพะดั‡ะธะฝััััŒ ะฟั€ะฐะฒะธะปะฐะผ ะธ ะฟะปะฐะฝะฐะผ, ัƒัั‚ะฐะฝะพะฒะปะตะฝะฝั‹ะผ ะดะปั ะฝะตั‘ ะดั€ัƒะณะธะผะธ. ะะฐ ัั‚ะพั‚ ั€ะฐะท - ั…ะพั‚ั ะฑั‹ ั€ะฐะท - ะพะฝะฐ ัะพะฑะธั€ะฐะปะฐััŒ ะฟะพะฑะฐะปะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ัะตะฑั. ะ”ะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะพั‚ะฑั€ะพัะธะปะฐ ัะฒะพะธ ะทะฐะฟั€ะตั‚ั‹ ะธ ะฟั€ะตะดะพัั‚ะฐะฒะธะปะฐ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะต ัะฒะพะฑะพะดัƒ ะดะตะนัั‚ะฒะธะน, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะพะฝ ะดะตะปะฐะป ะฒัั‘, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะทะฐั…ะพั‡ะตั‚. ะšะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะธ ะทะฐะบะพะฝั‡ะธะปะธ, ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ะฝะตะถะฝะพ ะฟะพั†ะตะปะพะฒะฐะป ะตั‘ ะฒ ั‰ั‘ะบัƒ. ยซะฏ ะฟั€ะธะดัƒ ะทะฐ ั‚ะพะฑะพะนยป, - ะฟั€ะพัˆะตะฟั‚ะฐะป ะพะฝ, ะฒ ะตะณะพ ะณะพะปะพัะต ะฒัั‘ ะตั‰ั‘ ัะปั‹ัˆะฐะปะธััŒ ะพั‚ะณะพะปะพัะบะธ ะฝะฐัะปะฐะถะดะตะฝะธั. ะ ะทะฐั‚ะตะผ ะพะฝ ัƒัˆั‘ะป, ั‚ะฐะบ ะถะต ะฒะฝะตะทะฐะฟะฝะพ, ะบะฐะบ ะธ ะฟั€ะธัˆั‘ะป. ะŸั€ะพัˆะปะพ ะฝะตะผะฐะปะพ ะฒั€ะตะผะตะฝะธ, ะฟั€ะตะถะดะต ั‡ะตะผ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะผะพะณะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝัั‚ัŒัั ะฝะฐ ะฝะพะณะธ. ะขะธัˆะธะฝัƒ ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ะต ะฝะฐั€ัƒัˆะธะป ะทะฒะพะฝะพะบ ะตั‘ ั‚ะตะปะตั„ะพะฝะฐ. ะžะฝะฐ ะพะณะปัะดะตะปะฐััŒ ะธ ะพะฑะฝะฐั€ัƒะถะธะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพะฝ ะปะตะถะธั‚ ะฝะฐ ะบั€ะฐัŽ ัั‚ะพะปะฐ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัั…ะฒะฐั‚ะธะปะฐ ั‚ะตะปะตั„ะพะฝ, ะฟะพะบะฐ ะพะฝ ะฝะต ัƒะฟะฐะป, ะธ ะฝะฐะถะฐะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะบะฝะพะฟะบัƒ ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะฐ. ยซะ”ะพะบั‚ะพั€! - ั€ะฐะทะดะฐะปัั ะฒะทะฒะพะปะฝะพะฒะฐะฝะฝั‹ะน ะณะพะปะพั. -ะ’ ั†ะตะฝั‚ั€ ะฝะตะพั‚ะปะพะถะฝะพะน ะฟะพะผะพั‰ะธ ั‚ะพะปัŒะบะพ ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฟั€ะธะฒะตะทะปะธ ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚ะฐ. ะžะฝ ะฟะพะฟะฐะป ะฒ ะฐะฒะฐั€ะธัŽ ะธ ะฟะพะปัƒั‡ะธะป ัะตั€ัŒั‘ะทะฝั‹ะต ั‚ั€ะฐะฒะผั‹. ะะฐะผ ะฝัƒะถะฝะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฒั‹ ะฝะตะผะตะดะปะตะฝะฝะพ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะธ ะตะผัƒ ะฟะพะผะพั‰ัŒ!ยป ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟั€ะพั‡ะธัั‚ะธะปะฐ ะณะพั€ะปะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะณะพะปะพั ะทะฒัƒั‡ะฐะป ั€ะพะฒะฝะพ: ยซะฅะพั€ะพัˆะพ, ั ะฑัƒะดัƒ ั‡ะตั€ะตะท ะผะธะฝัƒั‚ัƒยป. ะžะฝะฐ ะฟะพะปะพะถะธะปะฐ ั‚ั€ัƒะฑะบัƒ ะธ ะฝะฐะฟั€ะฐะฒะธะปะฐััŒ ะบ ะดะฒะตั€ะธ, ะฝะพ ะพัั‚ะฐะฝะพะฒะธะปะฐััŒ ะฝะฐ ะฟะพั€ะพะณะต. ะžะฝะฐ ะพะณะปัะดะตะปะฐ ัะตะฑั. ะžะฝะฐ ะธ ะฒะฟั€ะฐะฒะดัƒ ะทะฐะฝัะปะฐััŒ ั*ะบัะพะผ ั ะฝะตะทะฝะฐะบะพะผั†ะตะผ ะฒ ัะฒะพัŽ ะฑั€ะฐั‡ะฝัƒัŽ ะฝะพั‡ัŒ. ะญั‚ะพ ะฑั‹ะป ัะฐะผั‹ะน ะฒะพะทะผัƒั‚ะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝั‹ะน ะฟะพัั‚ัƒะฟะพะบ ะฒ ะตั‘ ะถะธะทะฝะธ! ะะพ ัะตะนั‡ะฐั ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฝะต ะฒั€ะตะผั ะฟั€ะฐะทะดะฝะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ัะฒะพะน ะฟะพัั‚ัƒะฟะพะบ ะธะปะธ ั€ะฐะทะผั‹ัˆะปัั‚ัŒ ะพ ะตะณะพ ะฟะพัะปะตะดัั‚ะฒะธัั…. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟั€ะธะฒะตะปะฐ ัะตะฑั ะฒ ะฟะพั€ัะดะพะบ ะธ ะพั‚ะฟั€ะฐะฒะธะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ั†ะตะฝั‚ั€ ัะบัั‚ั€ะตะฝะฝะพะน ะฟะพะผะพั‰ะธ. ะ’ะตััŒ ะพัั‚ะฐั‚ะพะบ ะฝะพั‡ะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะทะฐะฝัั‚ะฐ ั€ะฐะฑะพั‚ะพะน. ะšะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั† ะพัะฒะพะฑะพะดะธะปะฐััŒ, ัƒะถะต ะฑะปะธะทะธะปัั ั€ะฐััะฒะตั‚. ะ’ะตั€ะฝัƒะฒัˆะธััŒ ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ัƒ ะพั‚ะดั‹ั…ะฐ ะฟะตั€ัะพะฝะฐะปะฐ, ะพะฝะฐ ะพะฑะฝะฐั€ัƒะถะธะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ะต ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฒัั‘ ั‚ะฐะบ ะถะต ะณั€ัะทะฝะพ. ะ ัƒะบะธ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะธ ัะถะฐะปะธััŒ ะฒ ะบัƒะปะฐะบะธ, ะฐ ะฒ ะณะพะปะพะฒะต ะฟั€ะพะฝะตัะปะธััŒ ะฒะพัะฟะพะผะธะฝะฐะฝะธั ะพ ะฑัƒั€ะฝะพะผ ะฟั€ะพัˆะปะพะน ะฝะพั‡ัŒัŽ. ยซะกะฟะฐัะธะฑะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฟะพะดะผะตะฝะธะปะฐ ะผะตะฝั, ะดะพะบั‚ะพั€ ะŸะตั‚ั€ะพะฒะฐยป, - ะบะพะปะปะตะณะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปั‹, ะฏะฝะฐ ะะณะฐั„ะพะฝะพะฒะฐ, ะฒะพัˆะปะฐ ั ะฑะปะฐะณะพะดะฐั€ะฝะพะน ัƒะปั‹ะฑะบะพะน. ะขะฐ ะฒั‹ะดะฐะฒะธะปะฐ ะธะท ัะตะฑั ัƒะปั‹ะฑะบัƒ: ยซะŸะพะถะฐะปัƒะนัั‚ะฐยป. ยซะ”ะฐะปัŒัˆะต ั ัะฟั€ะฐะฒะปัŽััŒ ัะฐะผะฐ. ะขะตะฑะต ัะปะตะดัƒะตั‚ ะฒะตั€ะฝัƒั‚ัŒัั ะธ ะฝะตะผะฝะพะณะพ ะพั‚ะดะพั…ะฝัƒั‚ัŒ, - ะฏะฝะฐ ะฟะพัะผะพั‚ั€ะตะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะฑัƒะผะฐะณะธ, ั€ะฐะทะฑั€ะพัะฐะฝะฝั‹ะต ะฟะพ ะฟะพะปัƒ, ะธ ะฟั€ะธะฟะพะดะฝัะปะฐ ะฑั€ะพะฒะธ. - ะงั‚ะพ ะทะดะตััŒ ะฟั€ะพะธะทะพัˆะปะพ? ะŸะพั‡ะตะผัƒ ะฒัั‘ ะฒะฐะปัะตั‚ัั ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะปัƒ?ยป ะšะฐะผะธะปะฐ ะฒ ะฟะฐะฝะธะบะต ะพั‚ะฒะตะปะฐ ะณะปะฐะทะฐ ะธ ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะธะปะฐ: ยซะžะน, ั ัะปัƒั‡ะฐะนะฝะพ ัƒั€ะพะฝะธะปะฐ ะธั…. ะŸะพะถะฐะปัƒะนัั‚ะฐ, ะฟั€ะธะฑะตั€ะธััŒ ะทะดะตััŒ. ะฏ ัƒัั‚ะฐะปะฐ, ะฟะพัั‚ะพะผัƒ ะฟะพะนะดัƒยป. ะฏะฝะต ะฟะพะบะฐะทะฐะปัั ัั‚ั€ะฐะฝะฝั‹ะผ ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปั‹, ะฝะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ะฟั€ะธะดะฐะปะฐ ัั‚ะพะผัƒ ะทะฝะฐั‡ะตะฝะธั. ะžะฝะธ ะฟะพะฟั€ะพั‰ะฐะปะธััŒ, ะธ ะถะตะฝั‰ะธะฝะฐ ะฟั€ะธะฝัะปะฐััŒ ัะพะฑะธั€ะฐั‚ัŒ ั€ะฐะทะฑั€ะพัะฐะฝะฝั‹ะต ะฒะตั‰ะธ. ะžะฝะฐ ะตะดะฒะฐ ัƒัะฟะตะปะฐ ะฝะฐั‡ะฐั‚ัŒ, ะบะฐะบ ะฒ ะดะฒะตั€ัั… ะฟะพัะฒะธะปัั ัะฐะผ ะดะธั€ะตะบั‚ะพั€ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹, ะฐ ะทะฐ ะฝะธะผ - ะฟะพะผะพั‰ะฝะธะบ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั. ะ“ะปะฐะฒะฐ 2 ะงัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะพ ะฒะธะฝั‹ ยซะญั‚ะพ ะฒั€ะฐั‡, ะดะตะถัƒั€ะธะฒัˆะฐั ะฒั‡ะตั€ะฐ ะฒะตั‡ะตั€ะพะผ, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะดะธั€ะตะบั‚ะพั€ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹. - ะ”ะพะบั‚ะพั€ ะฏะฝะฐ ะะณะฐั„ะพะฝะพะฒะฐยป. ะััะธัั‚ะตะฝั‚ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั, ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะžั€ะปะพะฒ, ะฒะพัˆั‘ะป ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ัƒ ะธ ะฟะพัะผะพั‚ั€ะตะป ะฝะฐ ั‚ะฐะฑะปะธั‡ะบัƒ ั ะธะผะตะฝะตะผ ะฝะฐ ะปะฐะฑะพั€ะฐั‚ะพั€ะฝะพะผ ั…ะฐะปะฐั‚ะต ะฏะฝั‹. ยซะŸะพะนะดั‘ะผั‚ะต ัะพ ะผะฝะพะนยป. ะฏะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฒ ะทะฐะผะตัˆะฐั‚ะตะปัŒัั‚ะฒะต. ยซะšัƒะดะฐ ะผั‹ ะธะดั‘ะผ?ยป ะะพ ะดะธั€ะตะบั‚ะพั€ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹ ะฝะต ะทะฐั…ะพั‚ะตะป ะพั‚ะฒะตั‡ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฝะฐ ะตั‘ ะฒะพะฟั€ะพั. ะžะฝ ั ัะธะปะพะน ะฟะพั‚ัะฝัƒะป ะตั‘ ะทะฐ ั€ัƒะบัƒ ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะป: ยซะŸั€ะพัั‚ะพ ะฟะพะนะดั‘ะผั‚ะต. ะะต ะทะฐัั‚ะฐะฒะปัะนั‚ะต ะณะพัะฟะพะดะธะฝะฐ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒะฐ ะถะดะฐั‚ัŒยป. ะ’ัะบะพั€ะต ะพะฝะฐ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ะบะฐะฑะธะฝะตั‚ะต ะดะธั€ะตะบั‚ะพั€ะฐ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹. ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ัะธะดะตะป ะฝะฐ ะดะธะฒะฐะฝะต, ะตะณะพ ั…ัƒะดะพั‰ะฐะฒะพะต ะธ ะผัƒัะบัƒะปะธัั‚ะพะต ั‚ะตะปะพ ะพั‚ะบะธะฝัƒะปะพััŒ ะฝะฐะทะฐะด ะฒ ะฝะตะฟั€ะธะฝัƒะถะดั‘ะฝะฝะพะน ะฟะพะทะต, ะฐ ะดะปะธะฝะฝั‹ะต ะฝะพะณะธ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ัะบั€ะตั‰ะตะฝั‹ ะฟะตั€ะตะด ะฝะธะผ. ะัƒะถะฝะพ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะธะผะตั‚ัŒ ะพัั‚ั€ั‹ะน ะณะปะฐะท ะธ ะฟั€ะธัะผะพั‚ั€ะตั‚ัŒัั ะฟะพะฒะฝะธะผะฐั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะตะต, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฟะพะฝัั‚ัŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะตะณะพ ะณัƒะฑั‹ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฑะปะตะดะฝะตะต ะพะฑั‹ั‡ะฝะพะณะพ. ะš ัั‡ะฐัั‚ัŒัŽ, ั€ะตะทะบะธะน ะทะฐะฟะฐั… ะดะตะทะธะฝั„ะธั†ะธั€ัƒัŽั‰ะตะณะพ ัั€ะตะดัั‚ะฒะฐ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะผ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฟั€ะพะฟะธั‚ะฐะฝั‹ ัั‚ะตะฝั‹ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹, ัะบั€ั‹ะฒะฐะป ะทะฐะฟะฐั… ะบ**ะฒะธ ะฝะฐ ะตะณะพ ะบะพะถะต. ะžะฝ ะฑั‹ะป ะพะดะตั‚ ะฒ ั‡ะธัั‚ั‹ะน ั‡ั‘ั€ะฝั‹ะน ะบะพัั‚ัŽะผ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะน ั‚ะฐะบะถะต ะฟะพะผะพะณ ัะบั€ั‹ั‚ัŒ ะบั€ะฐัะฝั‹ะต ะฟัั‚ะฝะฐ, ะฒ ะฟั€ะพั‚ะธะฒะฝะพะผ ัะปัƒั‡ะฐะต ะฒัั‚ั€ะตะฒะพะถะธะฒัˆะธะต ะฑั‹ ะฒัะตั… ะพะบั€ัƒะถะฐัŽั‰ะธั…. ะ’ ะตะณะพ ะฒั‹ั€ะฐะถะตะฝะธะธ ะปะธั†ะฐ ั‡ัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐััŒ ะถั‘ัั‚ะบะพัั‚ัŒ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะฐั ั‚ะฐะบ ะธ ะณะพะฒะพั€ะธะปะฐ, ะฑัƒะดั‚ะพ ะพะฝ ะฟะพะฑั‹ะฒะฐะป ะฒ ัะฐะผะพะผ ะฐะดัƒ, ะธ ั‡ั‚ะพ ั ะฝะธะผ ะฝะต ัั‚ะพะธั‚ ัˆัƒั‚ะธั‚ัŒ. ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะฟะพะดะพัˆั‘ะป ะบ ะดะธะฒะฐะฝัƒ ะธ ะฝะฐะบะปะพะฝะธะปัั ะฟะพะฑะปะธะถะต, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฟั€ะพัˆะตะฟั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธัŽ ะฝะฐ ัƒั…ะพ: ยซะ’ะธะดะตะพะทะฐะฟะธัะธ ั ะบะฐะผะตั€ ะฝะฐะฑะปัŽะดะตะฝะธั ะฟั€ะพัˆะปะพะน ะฝะพั‡ะธ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฝะฐะผะตั€ะตะฝะฝะพ ะฟะพะดะดะตะปะฐะฝั‹, ัะบะพั€ะตะต ะฒัะตะณะพ, ัั‚ะพ ัะดะตะปะฐะปะธ ะฒะฐัˆะธ ะฝะฐะฟะฐะดะฐะฒัˆะธะต. ะžะฝะธ ะฟะพะดั‡ะธัั‚ะธะปะธ ัะปะตะดั‹ ะธ ัƒะฑั€ะฐะปะธ ะฒัะต ะฒะพะทะผะพะถะฝั‹ะต ัƒะปะธะบะธ. ะญั‚ะพ ะดะพะบั‚ะพั€ ะฏะฝะฐ ะะณะฐั„ะพะฝะพะฒะฐ, ะดะตะถัƒั€ะธะฒัˆะฐั ะฟั€ะพัˆะปะพะน ะฝะพั‡ัŒัŽ. ะ”ะธั€ะตะบั‚ะพั€ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹ ัะฐะผ ะฟะพะดั‚ะฒะตั€ะดะธะป ัั‚ะพ. ะฏ ั‚ะฐะบะถะต ะฟะตั€ะตะฟั€ะพะฒะตั€ะธะป ะทะฐะฟะธัะธ. ะญั‚ะพ ะดะตะนัั‚ะฒะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะพ ะพะฝะฐยป. ะขะพะปัŒะบะพ ั‚ะพะณะดะฐ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ะฟะพะดะฝัะป ะณะปะฐะทะฐ. ะฃ ะฏะฝั‹ ั€ะตะทะบะพ ะฟะตั€ะตั…ะฒะฐั‚ะธะปะพ ะดั‹ั…ะฐะฝะธะต ะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะฝัะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฟะตั€ะตะด ะฝะตะน ัะฐะผ ะฑะพัั ะบะพั€ะฟะพั€ะฐั†ะธะธ ยซะŸะฐั€ะฐะผะฐัƒะฝั‚ยป. ยซะ’ั‹ ั‚ะพั‚ ั‡ะตะปะพะฒะตะบ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะน ะฟะพะผะพะณ ะผะฝะต ะฟั€ะพัˆะปะพะน ะฝะพั‡ัŒัŽ?ยป - ัะฟั€ะพัะธะป ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน, ะพะณะปัะดั‹ะฒะฐั ะตั‘ ั ะณะพะปะพะฒั‹ ะดะพ ะฝะพะณ. ะฏะฝะฐ ั‚ัƒั‚ ะถะต ะฟั€ะธะณะฝัƒะปะฐ ะณะพะปะพะฒัƒ, ะฝะต ั€ะตัˆะฐัััŒ ะฒัั‚ั€ะตั‚ะธั‚ัŒัั ั ะณั€ะพะทะฝั‹ะผ ะฒะทะณะปัะดะพะผ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝั‹. ยซะ”ะฐ... ะญ-ัั‚ะพ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ัยป, - ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ัะพะฒัะตะผ ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐะปะฐ, ะพ ั‡ั‘ะผ ะธะดั‘ั‚ ั€ะตั‡ัŒ, ะฝะพ ะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฒ ะตั‘ ะธะฝั‚ะตั€ะตัะฐั… ะฒะพะนั‚ะธ ะฒ ะดะพะฒะตั€ะธะต ะบ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธัŽ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒัƒ. ะ’ั‹ะณะพะดะฐ ะฝะต ะทะฐัั‚ะฐะฒะธั‚ ัะตะฑั ะถะดะฐั‚ัŒ. ะขะฐะบ ัะปัƒั‡ะธะปะพััŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฒ ะฆะตะฝั‚ั€ะฐะปัŒะฝะพะผ ะฒะพะตะฝะฝะพะผ ะณะพัะฟะธั‚ะฐะปะต ัะพะฑะธั€ะฐะปะธััŒ ะพั‚ะพะฑั€ะฐั‚ัŒ ะบะฐะฝะดะธะดะฐั‚ะพะฒ ะดะปั ะฟั€ะพั…ะพะถะดะตะฝะธั ะฟั€ะฐะบั‚ะธะบะธ. ะ˜ ั…ะพั‚ั ัั‚ะพ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะพะฑะพะทะฝะฐั‡ะตะฝะพ ะบะฐะบ ั‚ะฐะบะพะฒะพะต, ะฒัะต ะฒ ัั‚ะพะน ะพั‚ั€ะฐัะปะธ ะทะฝะฐะปะธ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะธะฝั‚ะตั€ะฝั‹ ะฒ ะบะพะฝะตั‡ะฝะพะผ ะธั‚ะพะณะต ะฑัƒะดัƒั‚ ะฟั€ะธะฝัั‚ั‹ ะฝะฐ ั€ะฐะฑะพั‚ัƒ ะธ ะดะพะถะธะฒัƒั‚ ะดะพ ะบะพะฝั†ะฐ ัะฒะพะตะน ะบะฐั€ัŒะตั€ั‹ ะฒ ัั‚ะพะผ ัƒั‡ั€ะตะถะดะตะฝะธะธ. ะ•ัะปะธ ัƒะถ ะฝะฐ ั‚ะพ ะฟะพัˆะปะพ, ะฆะตะฝั‚ั€ะฐะปัŒะฝั‹ะน ะฒะพะตะฝะฝั‹ะน ะณะพัะฟะธั‚ะฐะปัŒ ะธะผะตะป ะดะพัั‚ัƒะฟ ะบ ั€ะตััƒั€ัะฐะผ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะต ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฝะฐะผะฝะพะณะพ ะปัƒั‡ัˆะต, ั‡ะตะผ ะฒ ัั‚ะพะน ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ะต. ะฏะฝะฐ ะฟะปะฐะฝะธั€ะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะฟะพะดั€ัƒะถะธั‚ัŒัั ั ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะตะผ ะฒ ะฝะฐะดะตะถะดะต ะธัะฟะพะปัŒะทะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ะตะณะพ ัะฒัะทะธ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฟะพะฟะฐัั‚ัŒ ะฒ ะปัƒั‡ัˆัƒัŽ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ัƒ. ยซะฏ ะผะพะณัƒ ะบะพะผะฟะตะฝัะธั€ะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ั‚ะตะฑะต ะฒัะตะผ, ั‡ะตะผ ั‚ั‹ ะทะฐั…ะพั‡ะตัˆัŒ, ะดะฐะถะต ะฑั€ะฐะบะพะผยป, - ะฒะฝะตะทะฐะฟะฝะพ ะฟั€ะตั€ะฒะฐะป ะตั‘ ะผั‹ัะปะธ ั…ะพะปะพะดะฝั‹ะน ะณะพะปะพั ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั. ะ•ะณะพ ะปะธั†ะพ ะพัั‚ะฐะฒะฐะปะพััŒ ะพั‚ัั‚ั€ะฐะฝั‘ะฝะฝั‹ะผ, ะฝะพ ะผั‹ัะปัŒ ะพ ะฒั‡ะตั€ะฐัˆะฝะตะน ะฝะพั‡ะธ ัะผัะณั‡ะธะปะฐ ะถั‘ัั‚ะบัƒัŽ ะปะธะฝะธัŽ ะตะณะพ ั€ั‚ะฐ. ยซะงั‚ะพ ะถ... ะฏ...ยป - ัั‚ะพ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฝะฐัั‚ะพะปัŒะบะพ ะฝะตะพะถะธะดะฐะฝะฝะพ, ั‡ะตะผ ะฏะฝะฐ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ัะตะฑะต ะฟั€ะตะดัั‚ะฐะฒะธั‚ัŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพะฝะฐ ั ั‚ั€ัƒะดะพะผ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะพะฑั€ะฐั‚ัŒ ัะปะพะฒะฐ. ยซะŸั€ะธั…ะพะดะธ ะบะพ ะผะฝะต, ะบะฐะบ ั‚ะพะปัŒะบะพ ะฟั€ะธะผะตัˆัŒ ั€ะตัˆะตะฝะธะตยป, - ะฒัั‚ะฐะป ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ะธ ะถะตัั‚ะพะผ ะฟะพะฟั€ะพัะธะป ะ”ะตะฝะธัะฐ ะดะฐั‚ัŒ ะตะน ัะฒะพะน ะบะพะฝั‚ะฐะบั‚ะฝั‹ะน ั‚ะตะปะตั„ะพะฝ. ะ”ะธั€ะตะบั‚ะพั€ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹ ะฟะพัะฟะตัˆะธะป ะธ ะฟั€ะตะดะปะพะถะธะป ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธัŽ ะฟั€ะพะฒะพะดะธั‚ัŒ ะตะณะพ ะบ ะฒั‹ั…ะพะดัƒ. ยซะ’ ัั‚ะพะผ ะฝะตั‚ ะฝะตะพะฑั…ะพะดะธะผะพัั‚ะธยป, - ะพั‚ะบะฐะทะฐะปัั ั‚ะพั‚, ะธ ะฒัั‘ ะตะณะพ ะฟะพะฒะตะดะตะฝะธะต ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ัั‚ะฐะปะพ ั…ะพะปะพะดะฝั‹ะผ. ะ—ะฐั‚ะตะผ ะพะฝ ะพัั‚ะฐะฝะพะฒะธะปัั, ะบะฐะบ ะฑัƒะดั‚ะพ ะตะณะพ ะบะพะต-ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพัะตะฝะธะปะพ. ะžะฝ ะพะฑะตั€ะฝัƒะปัั ะบ ะดะธั€ะตะบั‚ะพั€ัƒ ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะป: ยซะŸะพะถะฐะปัƒะนัั‚ะฐ, ะฟะพะทะฐะฑะพั‚ัŒั‚ะตััŒ ะพ ะฝะตะนยป. ยซะšะพะฝะตั‡ะฝะพยป, - ะทะฐะฒะตั€ะธะป ะตะณะพ ะดะธั€ะตะบั‚ะพั€ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹ ั ะฒะตะถะปะธะฒะพะน ัƒะปั‹ะฑะบะพะน. ะฃะฑะตะดะธะฒัˆะธััŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพะฝะธ ะฝะฐั…ะพะดัั‚ัั ะฒะฝะต ะฟั€ะตะดะตะปะพะฒ ัะปั‹ัˆะธะผะพัั‚ะธ, ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะฟะพะดะพัˆั‘ะป ะบ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธัŽ. ยซะะฐั‡ะฐะปัŒะฝะธะบ, - ะพะฑั€ะฐั‚ะธะปัั ะพะฝ ั‚ะธั…ะธะผ, ะฝะพ ะฝะฐัั‚ะพัั‚ะตะปัŒะฝั‹ะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ, - ะฒั‹ ะฒะตะดัŒ ัƒะถะต ะถะตะฝะฐั‚ั‹. ะฏ ะฝะต ะดัƒะผะฐัŽ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฑั€ะฐะบ ัะฒะปัะตั‚ัั ะฟั€ะธะตะผะปะตะผั‹ะผ ะฒะฐั€ะธะฐะฝั‚ะพะผ ะดะปั ะณะพัะฟะพะถะธ ะะณะฐั„ะพะฝะพะฒะพะน. ะ’ะฐะผ ัะปะตะดัƒะตั‚ ะพั‚ะบะฐะทะฐั‚ัŒัั ะพั‚ ัั‚ะพะณะพ ะฟั€ะตะดะปะพะถะตะฝะธัยป. ะ“ัƒะฑั‹ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั ะดั‘ั€ะฝัƒะปะธััŒ ะฟั€ะธ ัƒะฟะพะผะธะฝะฐะฝะธะธ ะพ ะตะณะพ ะฑั€ะฐะบะต, ะฐ ะปะธั†ะพ ะตั‰ั‘ ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะต ะฟะพะผั€ะฐั‡ะฝะตะปะพ, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝ ะฟะพะดัƒะผะฐะป ะพ ะถะตะฝั‰ะธะฝะต, ะฝะฐ ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะพะน ะตะณะพ ะทะฐัั‚ะฐะฒะธะปะธ ะถะตะฝะธั‚ัŒัั. ยซะขะตะฑะต ั‡ั‚ะพ, ะถะธั‚ัŒ ะฝะฐะดะพะตะปะพ?ยป - ะฟั€ะธะณั€ะพะทะธะป ะพะฝ ัะฒะพะตะผัƒ ะฟะพะผะพั‰ะฝะธะบัƒ. ะขะพั‚ ะฟะพะฝัะป, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ั‚ะพ, ั‡ะตะณะพ ะฝะต ัะปะตะดะพะฒะฐะปะพ, ะธ ั‚ัƒั‚ ะถะต ะทะฐะดั€ะพะถะฐะป. ะ’ ัั‚ะพั‚ ะผะพะผะตะฝั‚ ะพะฝ ะฝะต ะทะฝะฐะป, ะบั‚ะพ ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะต ะฒัะตะณะพ ะทะปะธั‚ ะตะณะพ ะฑะพััะฐ - ะฝะพะฒะฐั ะฝะตะฒะตัั‚ะฐ ะธะปะธ ั‡ะตะปะพะฒะตะบ, ัั‚ะพัั‰ะธะน ะทะฐ ะฒั‡ะตั€ะฐัˆะฝะธะผ ะฝะฐะฟะฐะดะตะฝะธะตะผ. ะขะตะผ ะฒั€ะตะผะตะฝะตะผ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒะตั€ะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ะฝะฐ ะฒะธะปะปัƒ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ัƒัŽ ะดะพะปะถะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะดะตะปะธั‚ัŒ ั ะผัƒะถะตะผ. ะญะบะพะฝะพะผะบะฐ ัั€ะตะดะฝะธั… ะปะตั‚, ะ’ะธะบั‚ะพั€ะธั ะ ะพะผะฐะฝะพะฒะฐ, ะฒัั‚ั€ะตั‚ะธะปะฐ ะตั‘ ะฒ ั„ะพะนะต, ะฝะฐ ะตั‘ ะปะธั†ะต ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฝะฐะฟะธัะฐะฝะพ ะฑะตัะฟะพะบะพะนัั‚ะฒะพ. ยซะŸะพั‡ะตะผัƒ ะฒะฐั ะฝะต ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฒั‡ะตั€ะฐ ะฒะตั‡ะตั€ะพะผ, ะณะพัะฟะพะถะฐ?ยป ยซะฏ ะดะพะปะถะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะผะตะฝะธั‚ัŒ ะบะพะปะปะตะณัƒยป, - ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะธะปะฐ ั‚ะฐ. ะ•ั‘ ะณะปะฐะทะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฟะพะบั€ะฐัะฝะตะฒัˆะธะผะธ ะธ ัะปะตะทะธะปะธััŒ ะพั‚ ัƒัั‚ะฐะปะพัั‚ะธ. ะฃะฒะธะดะตะฒ ัั‚ะพ, ะ’ะธะบั‚ะพั€ะธั ั€ะตัˆะธะปะฐ ะฝะต ะฝะฐัั‚ะฐะธะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ะฝะฐ ัะฒะพั‘ะผ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝัะปะฐััŒ ะฝะฐะฒะตั€ั… ะธ ะฟะพะณั€ัƒะทะธะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ะฒะฐะฝะฝัƒ. ะ•ั‘ ะผั‹ัะปะธ ะฝะตะฒะพะปัŒะฝะพ ะฒะตั€ะฝัƒะปะธััŒ ะบ ะฟั€ะตะดั‹ะดัƒั‰ะตะน ะฝะพั‡ะธ, ะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพั‡ัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ, ะบะฐะบ ะตั‘ ั‰ั‘ะบะธ ะฝะฐั‡ะฐะปะธ ะณะพั€ะตั‚ัŒ. ะžะฝะฐ ะฒะทะดะพั…ะฝัƒะปะฐ ะธ ะฟะพะณั€ัƒะทะธะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ะฒะพะดัƒ, ะบะฐะบ ะฑั‹ ัะฟะฐัะฐัััŒ ะพั‚ ั‚ั€ะตะฒะพะถะฝั‹ั… ะฒะพัะฟะพะผะธะฝะฐะฝะธะน. ะ•ั‘ ั‡ัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะฐ ะฟะพ ัั‚ะพะผัƒ ะฟะพะฒะพะดัƒ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ัะผะตัˆะฐะฝะฝั‹ะผะธ, ะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ั ั‡ะตะณะพ ะฝะฐั‡ะฐั‚ัŒ. ะžะฝะฐ ะดะฐะถะต ะฝะต ะฟั€ะตะดัั‚ะฐะฒะปัะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัั‚ะพ ะฑั‹ะป ะทะฐ ั‡ะตะปะพะฒะตะบ. ะ‘ะพะปะตะต ั‚ะพะณะพ, ะพะฝะฐ ั‚ะตะฟะตั€ัŒ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะทะฐะผัƒะถะตะผ. ะžั‚ ัั‚ะพะน ะผั‹ัะปะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพั‡ัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะฒะธะฝัƒ. ะะตัะผะพั‚ั€ั ะฝะฐ ะพะฑัั‚ะพัั‚ะตะปัŒัั‚ะฒะฐ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะต ะฟั€ะธะฒะตะปะธ ะธั… ะบ ะฝั‹ะฝะตัˆะฝะตะผัƒ ะฟะพะปะพะถะตะฝะธัŽ, ั„ะฐะบั‚ ะพัั‚ะฐะฒะฐะปัั ั„ะฐะบั‚ะพะผ: ะพะฝะฐ ะธ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ัะฒะปััŽั‚ัั ะผัƒะถะตะผ ะธ ะถะตะฝะพะน. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒั‹ัˆะปะฐ ะธะท ะฒะฐะฝะฝั‹, ะพะดะตะปะฐััŒ ะธ ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ะฟั€ะธะณะพั‚ะพะฒะธะปะฐััŒ ะบ ะฒั‹ั…ะพะดัƒ. ะšะฐะบ ั‚ะพะปัŒะบะพ ะพะฝะฐ ัะฟัƒัั‚ะธะปะฐััŒ ะฒะฝะธะท, ะ’ะธะบั‚ะพั€ะธั ั‚ัƒั‚ ะถะต ะทะฐััƒะตั‚ะธะปะฐััŒ ะฒะพะบั€ัƒะณ ะฝะตั‘: ยซะ’ั‹ ะพะฟัั‚ัŒ ัƒั…ะพะดะธั‚ะต ั‚ะฐะบ ัะบะพั€ะพ? ะŸะพั‡ะตะผัƒ ะฑั‹ ะฒะฐะผ ัะฝะฐั‡ะฐะปะฐ ะฝะต ะฟะพะทะฐะฒั‚ั€ะฐะบะฐั‚ัŒ?ยป ะขะฐ ะฟะพัะผะพั‚ั€ะตะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะฒั€ะตะผั. ยซะะตั‚, ั ะพะฟะพะทะดะฐัŽ ะฝะฐ ั€ะฐะฑะพั‚ัƒยป. ะ’ะธะบั‚ะพั€ะธั ะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒั€ะฐั‡, ะฟะพัั‚ะพะผัƒ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะดะปั ัั‚ะพะน ะผะพะปะพะดะพะน ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะธ ัะฒะปัะตั‚ัั ะฝะพั€ะผะพะน ะฟั€ะพะฒะพะดะธั‚ัŒ ะฝะฐ ั€ะฐะฑะพั‚ะต ะฝะตัƒะผะตั€ะตะฝะฝะพะต ะบะพะปะธั‡ะตัั‚ะฒะพ ะฒั€ะตะผะตะฝะธ. ะขะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟั€ะพั‚ัะฝัƒะปะฐ ะตะน ัั‚ะฐะบะฐะฝ ะผะพะปะพะบะฐ: ยซะ’ั‹ะฟะตะนั‚ะต ั…ะพั‚ั ะฑั‹ ัั‚ะพ. ะžัั‚ะพั€ะพะถะฝะพ, ะพะฝะพ ะณะพั€ัั‡ะตะตยป. ยซะกะฟะฐัะธะฑะพยป, - ั‚ะธั…ะพ ะฟั€ะพะธะทะฝะตัะปะฐ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ, ัะพะณั€ะตั‚ะฐั ะทะฐะฑะพั‚ะพะน ัะบะพะฝะพะผะบะธ. ยซะะต ะทะฐ ั‡ั‚ะพยป, - ะปัŽะฑะตะทะฝะพ ัƒะปั‹ะฑะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ัะบะพะฝะพะผะบะฐ. ะ’ะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพ, ัั‚ะพั‚ ะฑั€ะฐะบ ะธ ะฑั‹ะป ะฒั‹ะฝัƒะถะดะตะฝะฝั‹ะผ, ะฝะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะดะพัั‚ะฐั‚ะพั‡ะฝะพ ั…ะพั€ะพัˆะพ ะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฝะตะปัŒะทั ัะผะพั‚ั€ะตั‚ัŒ ะฝะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปัƒ ัะฒั‹ัะพะบะฐ. ะ”ะฐะถะต ะฑะตะท ั‚ะธั‚ัƒะปะฐ ะถะตะฝั‹ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ - ะฟั€ะพั„ะตััะธะพะฝะฐะปัŒะฝั‹ะน ะฒั€ะฐั‡, ะธ ัั‚ะพ ะดะตะปะฐะตั‚ ะตั‘ ะฑะพะปะตะต ั‡ะตะผ ะดะพัั‚ะพะนะฝะพะน ัƒะฒะฐะถะตะฝะธั. ะ”ะพะฟะธะฒ ะผะพะปะพะบะพ, ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒะตั€ะฝัƒะปะฐ ัั‚ะฐะบะฐะฝ ะ’ะธะบั‚ะพั€ะธะธ ะธ ะฝะฐะฟั€ะฐะฒะธะปะฐััŒ ะบ ะฒั‹ั…ะพะดัƒ. ะžะดะฝะฐะบะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ะฟะพัˆะปะฐ ัั€ะฐะทัƒ ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ัƒ ะพั‚ะดั‹ั…ะฐ ะฟะตั€ัะพะฝะฐะปะฐ. ะžะฝะฐ ะฒั‹ัˆะปะฐ ะธะท ะดะพะผะฐ ะฟะพั€ะฐะฝัŒัˆะต, ะฟะพั‚ะพะผัƒ ั‡ั‚ะพ ะตะน ะฝัƒะถะฝะพ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะทะฐะนั‚ะธ ะฒ ัั‚ะฐั†ะธะพะฝะฐั€. ะ•ั‘ ะผะฐั‚ัŒ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฟะพะผะตั‰ะตะฝะฐ ะฒ ะพั‚ะดะตะปะตะฝะธะต ะธะฝั‚ะตะฝัะธะฒะฝะพะน ั‚ะตั€ะฐะฟะธะธ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะผะพะปั‡ะฐ ะฒะพัˆะปะฐ ะฒ ะฟะฐะปะฐั‚ัƒ ะธ ะฟั€ะพะฒะตั€ะธะปะฐ ัะพัั‚ะพัะฝะธะต ะผะฐั‚ะตั€ะธ. ะ–ะตะฝั‰ะธะฝะฐ ะฟะพ-ะฟั€ะตะถะฝะตะผัƒ ะฝะฐั…ะพะดะธะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ะฟะปะพั…ะพะผ ัะพัั‚ะพัะฝะธะธ. ะกะตั€ะดั†ะต ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะธ ะทะฐะฝั‹ะปะพ. ะ•ั‘ ะผะฐั‚ัŒ ัั‚ั€ะฐะดะฐะปะฐ ะพั‚ ัะตั€ะดะตั‡ะฝะพะน ะฝะตะดะพัั‚ะฐั‚ะพั‡ะฝะพัั‚ะธ ะธ ะฝะฐั…ะพะดะธะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ะบั€ะธั‚ะธั‡ะตัะบะพะผ ัะพัั‚ะพัะฝะธะธ. ะ•ะดะธะฝัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝั‹ะผ ัะฟะพัะพะฑะพะผ ัะพั…ั€ะฐะฝะธั‚ัŒ ะถะธะทะฝัŒ ะผะฐั‚ะตั€ะธ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฟะตั€ะตัะฐะดะบะฐ ัะตั€ะดั†ะฐ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะฐั, ะตัั‚ะตัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝะพ, ะพะฑะพัˆะปะฐััŒ ะฑั‹ ะฒ ั†ะตะปะพะต ัะพัั‚ะพัะฝะธะต. ะžัะฝะพะฒะฝะพะน ะฟั€ะธั‡ะธะฝะพะน, ะฟะพ ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะพะน ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะพะณะปะฐัะธะปะฐััŒ ะฝะฐ ะฑั€ะฐะบ, ะฑั‹ะปะพ ั‚ะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะตั‘ ะพั‚ะตั† ัƒะณั€ะพะถะฐะป ัƒะดะตั€ะถะฐั‚ัŒ ะดะตะฝัŒะณะธ, ะฝะตะพะฑั…ะพะดะธะผั‹ะต ะดะปั ะพะฟะตั€ะฐั†ะธะธ. ะขะตะฟะตั€ัŒ, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฒั‹ัˆะปะฐ ะทะฐะผัƒะถ, ะบะฐะบ ั‚ะพะณะพ ั‚ั€ะตะฑะพะฒะฐะป ะตั‘ ะพั‚ะตั†, ะฒัั‘, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะธะผ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฝัƒะถะฝะพ, ัั‚ะพ ะฝะฐะนั‚ะธ ะฟะพะดั…ะพะดัั‰ะตะณะพ ะดะพะฝะพั€ะฐ ัะตั€ะดั†ะฐ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฑั€ะพัะธะปะฐ ะณะพั€ัŒะบะธะน ะฒะทะณะปัะด ะฝะฐ ะผะฐั‚ัŒ: ยซะœะฐะผะฐ, ั ั‚ะตะฑั ะฒั‹ะปะตั‡ัƒ. ะฏ ะพะฑะตั‰ะฐัŽยป. ะ•ั‘ ะผะฐั‚ัŒ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ัะฐะผั‹ะผ ะฑะปะธะทะบะธะผ ั‡ะตะปะพะฒะตะบะพะผ, ะตั‘ ะณะปะฐะฒะฝะพะน ะฟะพะดะดะตั€ะถะบะพะน ะธ ะฝะฐะดั‘ะถะฝั‹ะผ ะดะพะฒะตั€ะตะฝะฝั‹ะผ ะปะธั†ะพะผ. ะะตะพะถะธะดะฐะฝะฝะพ ะทะฐะทะฒะพะฝะธะป ั‚ะตะปะตั„ะพะฝ. ะ”ะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะดะพัั‚ะฐะปะฐ ั‚ะตะปะตั„ะพะฝ ะธะท ะบะฐั€ะผะฐะฝะฐ ะธ ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะธะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะทะฒะพะฝะพะบ. ยซะœะธะปะฐ, - ั€ะฐะทะดะฐะปัั ะผัƒะถัะบะพะน ะณะพะปะพั. - ะœะฝะต ะฝัƒะถะฝะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ั‚ั‹ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะผะฝะต ะพะดะฝัƒ ัƒัะปัƒะณัƒยป. ะ“ะปะฐะฒะฐ 3 ะงะฐัั‚ะฝั‹ะน ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะต ะฟะพะทะฒะพะฝะธะป ะคั‘ะดะพั€ ะคะฐะปัŒะบะพะฒ. ะžะฝะธ ัƒั‡ะธะปะธััŒ ะฒ ะพะดะฝะพะผ ะผะตะดะธั†ะธะฝัะบะพะผ ัƒะฝะธะฒะตั€ัะธั‚ะตั‚ะต, ั…ะพั‚ั ะพะฝ ะฑั‹ะป ะฝะฐ ะดะฒะฐ ะณะพะดะฐ ัั‚ะฐั€ัˆะต ะตั‘. ะ—ะฐั‚ะตะผ ะพะฝ ัƒะตั…ะฐะป ะทะฐ ะณั€ะฐะฝะธั†ัƒ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฟั€ะพะดะพะปะถะธั‚ัŒ ะพะฑัƒั‡ะตะฝะธะต, ะธ ั‚ะตะฟะตั€ัŒ ะฑั‹ะป ะธะทะฒะตัั‚ะฝั‹ะผ ัะบัะฟะตั€ั‚ะพะผ ะฒ ัะฒะพะตะน ะพะฑะปะฐัั‚ะธ. ะคั‘ะดะพั€ ะฒัะตะณะดะฐ ั…ะพั€ะพัˆะพ ะทะฐะฑะพั‚ะธะปัั ะพ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะต, ะฟะพัั‚ะพะผัƒ ะพะฝะธ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะดะพะฒะพะปัŒะฝะพ ะฑะปะธะทะบะธ. ยซะž ะบะฐะบะพะน ัƒัะปัƒะณะต ะธะดั‘ั‚ ั€ะตั‡ัŒ?ยป - ะฟั€ัะผะพ ัะฟั€ะพัะธะปะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ยซะฃ ะผะตะฝั ะตัั‚ัŒ ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚, ะฝัƒะถะดะฐัŽั‰ะธะนัั ะฒ ะปะตั‡ะตะฝะธะธ, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ัƒ ะผะตะฝั ะฟะพัะฒะธะปะพััŒ ะฝะตะพั‚ะปะพะถะฝะพะต ะดะตะปะพ, ะธ ั ะฝะต ะดัƒะผะฐัŽ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัะผะพะณัƒ ะทะฐะฝัั‚ัŒัั ัั‚ะธะผ ะฒ ะฑะปะธะถะฐะนัˆะตะต ะฒั€ะตะผั. ะŸะพะถะฐะปัƒะนัั‚ะฐ, ะฒะพะทัŒะผะธ ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚ะฐ ะฟะพะด ัะฒะพั‘ ะบั€ั‹ะปะพยป, - ะฟะพะฟั€ะพัะธะป ะคั‘ะดะพั€. ะšะฐะผะธะปะฐ ะฒะทะณะปัะฝัƒะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ัะฒะพั‘ ั€ะฐัะฟะธัะฐะฝะธะต. ะกะตะณะพะดะฝั ัƒ ะฝะตั‘ ะฝะต ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะดะตะป ะฒ ะพั„ะธัะต, ะธ, ะตัะปะธ ะฝะต ัั‡ะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะดะฒัƒั… ะพะฟะตั€ะฐั†ะธะน, ะทะฐะฟะปะฐะฝะธั€ะพะฒะฐะฝะฝั‹ั… ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะปะดะตะฝัŒ, ะพะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฟั€ะฐะบั‚ะธั‡ะตัะบะธ ัะฒะพะฑะพะดะฝะฐ. ยซะ”ะฐ, ะบะพะฝะตั‡ะฝะพ. ะšัƒะดะฐ ะผะฝะต ะฟะพะดัŠะตั…ะฐั‚ัŒ?ยป - ัะฟั€ะพัะธะปะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ยซะฏ ะฝะฐะฟะธัˆัƒ ั‚ะตะฑะต ะฐะดั€ะตั. ะšะพะณะดะฐ ะดะพะฑะตั€ั‘ัˆัŒัั ั‚ัƒะดะฐ, ะฟั€ะพัั‚ะพ ัะบะฐะถะธ ะพั…ั€ะฐะฝะฝะธะบะฐะผ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ั‚ั‹ ะฟั€ะธะตั…ะฐะปะฐ ะบ ะณะพัะฟะพะดะธะฝัƒ ะšะฐะปะฐัˆะฝะธะบะพะฒัƒ, ะธ ะพะฝะธ ะพะฑะพ ะฒัั‘ะผ ะฟะพะทะฐะฑะพั‚ัั‚ััยป, - ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะธะป ะคั‘ะดะพั€. ยซะ”ะพะณะพะฒะพั€ะธะปะธััŒยป, - ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะธะปะฐ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ. ยซะ•ั‰ั‘ ะบะพะต-ั‡ั‚ะพ, - ะดะพะฑะฐะฒะธะป ะคั‘ะดะพั€, ะธ ะตะณะพ ั‚ะพะฝ ัั‚ะฐะป ัะตั€ัŒั‘ะทะฝั‹ะผ. - ะะธะบะพะณะดะฐ ะฝะธะบะพะผัƒ ะพะฑ ัั‚ะพะผ ะฝะต ะณะพะฒะพั€ะธ ะธ ะฝะต ะทะฐะดะฐะฒะฐะน ะปะธัˆะฝะธั… ะฒะพะฟั€ะพัะพะฒ. ะ’ัั‘, ั‡ั‚ะพ ั‚ะตะฑะต ะฝัƒะถะฝะพ ัะดะตะปะฐั‚ัŒ, ัั‚ะพ ะฒั‹ะปะตั‡ะธั‚ัŒ ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚ะฐยป. ยซะฏัะฝะพ. ะะต ะฒะพะปะฝัƒะนััยป, - ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะธะปะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะžะฝะธ ะฟะพะฟั€ะพั‰ะฐะปะธััŒ, ะธ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒั‹ะทะฒะฐะปะฐ ั‚ะฐะบัะธ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะดะพะฑั€ะฐั‚ัŒัั ะบ ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚ัƒ. ะœะตัั‚ะพ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะพััŒ ะฒ ะฟั€ะตัั‚ะธะถะฝะพะผ ั€ะฐะนะพะฝะต, ะทะฐะฟะพะปะฝะตะฝะฝะพะผ ะฒะธะปะปะฐะผะธ, ะพัะฝะฐั‰ั‘ะฝะฝั‹ะผะธ ัะธัั‚ะตะผะฐะผะธ ะฑะตะทะพะฟะฐัะฝะพัั‚ะธ ะฒั‹ััˆะตะณะพ ัƒั€ะพะฒะฝั. ะšะฐะบ ะธ ะพะถะธะดะฐะปะพััŒ, ะฝะฐ ะฒั…ะพะดะต ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ัั‚ะพะปะบะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ั ััƒั€ะพะฒะพะน ะพั…ั€ะฐะฝะพะน. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพัะปะตะดะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะธะฝัั‚ั€ัƒะบั†ะธัะผ ะธ ัƒะฟะพะผัะฝัƒะปะฐ ะณะพัะฟะพะดะธะฝะฐ ะšะฐะปะฐัˆะฝะธะบะพะฒะฐ. ะกะดะตะปะฐะฒ ะทะฒะพะฝะพะบ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ัƒะฑะตะดะธั‚ัŒัั ะฒ ะฟั€ะฐะฒะดะธะฒะพัั‚ะธ ะตั‘ ัะปะพะฒ, ะพั…ั€ะฐะฝะฝะธะบ ะฟั€ะธะณะปะฐัะธะป ะšะฐะผะธะปะปัƒ ะฒะฝัƒั‚ั€ัŒ. ะ”ะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะปะตะณะบะพ ะฝะฐัˆะปะฐ ะฒะธะปะปัƒ. ะžะฝะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝัะปะฐััŒ ะฟะพ ัั‚ัƒะฟะตะฝัŒะบะฐะผ ะธ ะฟะพะทะฒะพะฝะธะปะฐ ะฒ ะดะฒะตั€ัŒ. ะงะตั€ะตะท ะฝะตัะบะพะปัŒะบะพ ัะตะบัƒะฝะด ะดะฒะตั€ัŒ ะพั‚ะบั€ั‹ะปะฐััŒ. ะšะฐะทะฐะปะพััŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัะธั‚ัƒะฐั†ะธั ะดะตะนัั‚ะฒะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะพ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ัั€ะพั‡ะฝะพะน. ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะฝะฐั…ะผัƒั€ะธะปัั. ะžะฝะธ ะถะดะฐะปะธ ะคั‘ะดะพั€ะฐ, ะฝะพ ะฒะผะตัั‚ะพ ัั‚ะพะณะพ ะฝะฐ ะฟะพั€ะพะณะต ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐััŒ ะฝะตะทะฒะฐะฝะฐั ะณะพัั‚ัŒั. ยซะŸั€ะพัั‚ะธั‚ะต, ะฒั‹โ€ฆยป - ะฝะฐั‡ะฐะปะฐ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ. ะ˜ะท ัƒะบะฐะทะฐะฝะธะน ะคั‘ะดะพั€ะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัƒะถะต ัะดะตะปะฐะปะฐ ะฒั‹ะฒะพะด, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัั‚ะพั‚ ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚ ั†ะตะฝะธั‚ ัะฒะพั‘ ะปะธั‡ะฝะพะต ะฟั€ะพัั‚ั€ะฐะฝัั‚ะฒะพ, ะธ ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะธะทะฑะตะถะฐั‚ัŒ ะฝะตะฟั€ะธัั‚ะฝะพัั‚ะตะน, ะพะฝะฐ ัะพั‡ะปะฐ ั€ะฐะทัƒะผะฝั‹ะผ ะฝะฐะดะตั‚ัŒ ะผะฐัะบัƒ. ะ‘ะตะทะพะฟะฐัะฝะพัั‚ัŒ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฒ ะฟั€ะธะพั€ะธั‚ะตั‚ะต. ยซะ”ะพะบั‚ะพั€ ะคะฐะปัŒะบะพะฒ ะฟะพะฟั€ะพัะธะป ะผะตะฝั ะฟั€ะธะตั…ะฐั‚ัŒ ััŽะดะฐยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะผะตะปัŒะบะพะผ ะฒะทะณะปัะฝัƒะป ะฝะฐ ะฐะฟั‚ะตั‡ะบัƒ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ัƒัŽ ะพะฝะฐ ะดะตั€ะถะฐะปะฐ: ยซะ’ั‹ ะทะฝะฐะตั‚ะต, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะดะตะปะฐั‚ัŒ?ยป ยซะ”ะฐ, ะดะพะบั‚ะพั€ ะคะฐะปัŒะบะพะฒ ะดะฐะป ะผะฝะต ะธะฝัั‚ั€ัƒะบั†ะธะธ. ะฏ ัะพั…ั€ะฐะฝัŽ ะฒัั‘ ะฒ ัั‚ั€ะพะณะพะน ะบะพะฝั„ะธะดะตะฝั†ะธะฐะปัŒะฝะพัั‚ะธยป, - ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะธะปะฐ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ. ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะทะฝะฐะป, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะคั‘ะดะพั€ ะฝะต ะฟะตั€ะตะดะฐะป ะฑั‹ ัะฒะพะธ ะพะฑัะทะฐะฝะฝะพัั‚ะธ ั‚ะพะผัƒ, ะบั‚ะพ ะฝะต ะทะฐัะปัƒะถะธะฒะฐะตั‚ ะดะพะฒะตั€ะธั ะธะปะธ ะฝะตะบะพะผะฟะตั‚ะตะฝั‚ะตะฝ, ะฟะพัั‚ะพะผัƒ ัƒั‚ะฒะตั€ะดะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะพ ะบะธะฒะฝัƒะป ะธ ะฒะฟัƒัั‚ะธะป ะšะฐะผะธะปะปัƒ. ะžะฝ ะฟั€ะพะฒั‘ะป ะตั‘ ะผะธะผะพ ั€ะพัะบะพัˆะฝะพะน ะณะพัั‚ะธะฝะพะน, ะทะฐั‚ะตะผ ะฒะฒะตั€ั… ะฟะพ ะปะตัั‚ะฝะธั†ะต ะฒ ัะฟะฐะปัŒะฝัŽ. ะ’ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ะต ะฑั‹ะปะพ ั‚ะตะผะฝะพ. ยซะšะฐะบ ั ะฑัƒะดัƒ ะฟั€ะพะฒะพะดะธั‚ัŒ ะปะตั‡ะตะฝะธะต ะฑะตะท ัะฒะตั‚ะฐ?ยป - ัะฟั€ะพัะธะปะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะšะพะณะดะฐ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ัƒัะปั‹ัˆะฐะป ะถะตะฝัะบะธะน ะณะพะปะพั, ั‚ะพ ะฟะพัะฟะตัˆะฝะพ ัั…ะฒะฐั‚ะธะป ัะฒะพะน ะฟะธะดะถะฐะบ ะธ ะฝะฐั‚ัะฝัƒะป ะตะณะพ ะฝะฐ ะปะธั†ะพ. ยซะ’ะบะปัŽั‡ะธ ัะฒะตั‚ยป, - ะฟั€ะธะบะฐะทะฐะป ะพะฝ ัะบะฒะพะทัŒ ั‚ะบะฐะฝัŒ. ะ”ะตะฝะธั ั‰ั‘ะปะบะฝัƒะป ะฒั‹ะบะปัŽั‡ะฐั‚ะตะปะตะผ, ะธ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ัƒ ะทะฐะปะธะป ัั€ะบะธะน ัะฒะตั‚. ะŸะตั€ะฒะพะน ะผั‹ัะปัŒัŽ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปั‹ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ั‚ะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะณะพะปะพั ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚ะฐ ะฑั‹ะป ะดะพะฒะพะปัŒะฝะพ ะทะฝะฐะบะพะผั‹ะผ, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะพั‚ะผะฐั…ะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ะพั‚ ัั‚ะธั… ะผั‹ัะปะตะน. ะžะฝะฐ ัƒะฒะธะดะตะปะฐ ั‡ะตะปะพะฒะตะบะฐ, ะปะตะถะฐั‰ะตะณะพ ะฝะฐ ะบั€ะพะฒะฐั‚ะธ, ั‡ัŒั ะฑะตะปะฐั ะฟะฐั€ะฐะดะฝะฐั ั€ัƒะฑะฐัˆะบะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฒ ะฟัั‚ะฝะฐั… ะดะฐะฒะฝะพ ะทะฐัะพั…ัˆะตะน ะบั€ะพะฒะธ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะต ั…ะพั‚ะตะปะฐ ะฒะดะฐะฒะฐั‚ัŒัั ะฒ ะฟะพะดั€ะพะฑะฝะพัั‚ะธ ะธ ั€ะตัˆะธะปะฐ ัะพัั€ะตะดะพั‚ะพั‡ะธั‚ัŒัั ะฝะฐ ั€ะฐะฝะฐั…. ะœัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ัะฒะฝะพ ะฝะต ั…ะพั‚ะตะป ะฒั‹ะดะฐะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ัะฒะพัŽ ะปะธั‡ะฝะพัั‚ัŒ, ะฟะพัั‚ะพะผัƒ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะตัั‚ะตัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝั‹ะผ ะพะฑั€ะฐะทะพะผ ัƒะฒะฐะถะฐะปะฐ ะตะณะพ ะณั€ะฐะฝะธั†ั‹ ะธ ะฒะตะปะฐ ัะตะฑั ะฟั€ะธะปะธั‡ะฝะพ. ะžะฝะฐ ะฟะพัั‚ะฐะฒะธะปะฐ ัะฒะพัŽ ะฐะฟั‚ะตั‡ะบัƒ ะฝะฐ ั‚ัƒะผะฑะพั‡ะบัƒ ะธ ะดะพัั‚ะฐะปะฐ ั…ะธั€ัƒั€ะณะธั‡ะตัะบะธะต ะธะฝัั‚ั€ัƒะผะตะฝั‚ั‹. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะพะถะฝะธั†ะฐะผะธ ั€ะฐะทั€ะตะทะฐะปะฐ ั€ัƒะฑะฐัˆะบัƒ ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚ะฐ, ะพะฑะฝะฐะถะธะฒ ะตะณะพ ั€ะฐะฝั‹, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะต ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฟะพะบั€ั‹ั‚ั‹ ั‚ะพะฝะบะธะผ ัะปะพะตะผ ะผะฐั€ะปะธ. ะžะฝะฐ ัƒะฑั€ะฐะปะฐ ะฒัั‘ ะธ, ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั†, ัƒะฒะธะดะตะปะฐ ะดะฒะต ะทะธััŽั‰ะธะต ั€ะฐะฝั‹ ะฝะฐ ะฟั€ะฐะฒะพะน ัั‚ะพั€ะพะฝะต ั‚ะพั€ัะฐ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝั‹. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะฐั‡ะฐะปะฐ ะปะตั‡ะตะฝะธะต, ะพะฑั€ะฐะฑะพั‚ะฐะฒ ั€ะฐะฝั‹ ัะฒะพะธะผะธ ะปะพะฒะบะธะผะธ ั€ัƒะบะฐะผะธ. ะ’ัั‘ ัั‚ะพ ะฒั€ะตะผั ะพะฝะฐ ะพัั‚ะฐะฒะฐะปะฐััŒ ัะฟะพะบะพะนะฝะพะน, ะฐ ะตั‘ ะดะฒะธะถะตะฝะธั ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฑั‹ัั‚ั€ั‹ะผะธ ะธ ัั„ั„ะตะบั‚ะธะฒะฝั‹ะผะธ. ยซะ•ัั‚ัŒ ะปะธ ัƒ ะฒะฐั ะฐะปะปะตั€ะณะธั ะฝะฐ ะฐะฝะตัั‚ะตะทะธัŽ?ยป - ัะฟั€ะพัะธะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ั‡ะตั€ะตะท ะฝะตะบะพั‚ะพั€ะพะต ะฒั€ะตะผั. ะš ัั‡ะฐัั‚ัŒัŽ, ั€ะฐะฝั‹ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฝะตะณะปัƒะฑะพะบะธะต ะธ ะฟะพะฒั€ะตะดะธะปะธ ะปะธัˆัŒ ะฝะตะฑะพะปัŒัˆัƒัŽ ั‡ะฐัั‚ัŒ ะบะพะถะธ, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ั‚ั€ะตะฑะพะฒะฐะปะพััŒ ั…ะธั€ัƒั€ะณะธั‡ะตัะบะพะต ะฒะผะตัˆะฐั‚ะตะปัŒัั‚ะฒะพ. ะŸั€ะพั†ะตัั ั‚ั€ะตะฑะพะฒะฐะป ะฟั€ะธะผะตะฝะตะฝะธั ะผะตัั‚ะฝะพะน ะฐะฝะตัั‚ะตะทะธะธ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะณะพะฒะพั€ะธะปะฐ ัะฟะพะบะพะนะฝะพ, ะฟะพั‡ั‚ะธ ั‚ะธั…ะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ั€ะตะทะบะพ ะบะพะฝั‚ั€ะฐัั‚ะธั€ะพะฒะฐะปะพ ั ะตั‘ ะฑะตะทัƒะผะฝั‹ะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ ะฟั€ะพัˆะปะพะน ะฝะพั‡ัŒัŽ. ะŸะพัั‚ะพะผัƒ, ะฝะตัะผะพั‚ั€ั ะฝะฐ ะพะฑะผะตะฝ ะฝะตัะบะพะปัŒะบะธะผะธ ัะปะพะฒะฐะผะธ, ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ัะพะฒัะตะผ ะฝะต ัƒะทะฝะฐะป ะตั‘. ยซะะตั‚ยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะพะฝ ัะฒะพะธะผ ะพะฑั‹ั‡ะฝั‹ะผ ั…ะพะปะพะดะฝั‹ะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ, ะฟั€ะพ ัะตะฑั ะฒะพัั…ะฒะฐะปัั ะตั‘ ะฟั€ะพั„ะตััะธะพะฝะฐะปะธะทะผ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟั€ะธัั‚ัƒะฟะธะปะฐ ะบ ะฟั€ะธะณะพั‚ะพะฒะปะตะฝะธัŽ ะฐะฝะตัั‚ะตะทะธะธ, ะฐ ะทะฐั‚ะตะผ ะฒะฒะตะปะฐ ะตั‘ ะฒ ะพะฑะปะฐัั‚ัŒ ะฒะพะบั€ัƒะณ ั€ะฐะฝ. ะ˜ะผ ะฟั€ะธัˆะปะพััŒ ะฟะพะดะพะถะดะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะฐั€ัƒ ะผะธะฝัƒั‚, ะฟะพะบะฐ ะฝะฐั‡ะฐะปะพััŒ ะดะตะนัั‚ะฒะธะต ะฟั€ะตะฟะฐั€ะฐั‚ะฐ, ะฟะพัะปะต ั‡ะตะณะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะฐะปะพะถะธะปะฐ ัˆะฒั‹. ะŸั€ะธะผะตั€ะฝะพ ั‡ะตั€ะตะท ั‡ะฐั ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั† ะทะฐะบะพะฝั‡ะธะปะฐ. ะ’ ั†ะตะปะพะผ, ะปะตั‡ะตะฝะธะต ะฟั€ะพัˆะปะพ ะฑั‹ัั‚ั€ะพ ะธ ัƒัะฟะตัˆะฝะพ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพัะผะพั‚ั€ะตะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ัะฒะพะธ ะพะบ**ะฒะฐะฒะปะตะฝะฝั‹ะต ั€ัƒะบะธ ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ: ยซะœะฝะต ะฝัƒะถะฝะพ ะฒ ัƒะฑะพั€ะฝัƒัŽยป. ยซะ’ั‹ ะผะพะถะตั‚ะต ะธัะฟะพะปัŒะทะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ั‚ัƒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฒะฝะธะทัƒยป, - ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะธะป ะ”ะตะฝะธั. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพัะฟะตัˆะฝะพ ะฟะพะบะธะฝัƒะปะฐ ัะฟะฐะปัŒะฝัŽ. ะฃะฑะตะดะธะฒัˆะธััŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะฒะตั€ะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ะฝะฐ ะฟะตั€ะฒั‹ะน ัั‚ะฐะถ, ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะทะฐะบั€ั‹ะป ะดะฒะตั€ัŒ ะธ ะฟะพัะฟะตัˆะธะป ะบ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธัŽ. ยซะฏ ัƒะทะฝะฐะป, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฑะฐะฝะดะธั‚ั‹, ะฝะฐะฟะฐะฒัˆะธะต ะฝะฐ ะฒะฐั ะฒั‡ะตั€ะฐ, ะฟะพะดะพัะปะฐะฝั‹ ะั€ั‚ั‘ะผะพะผ. ะžะฝ, ะฒะตั€ะพัั‚ะฝะพ, ะพั‚ั‡ะฐัะฝะฝะพ ั…ะพั‡ะตั‚ ะธะทะฑะฐะฒะธั‚ัŒัั ะพั‚ ะฒะฐั, ะพัะพะฑะตะฝะฝะพ ะฟะพัะปะต ั‚ะพะณะพ, ะบะฐะบ ะฒั‹ ะฒั‹ั‡ะธัะปะธะปะธ ะตะณะพ ัˆะฟะธะพะฝะพะฒ ะฒ ะฒะฐัˆะตะน ะบะพะผะฟะฐะฝะธะธยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะ”ะตะฝะธั. ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ะทะฐัั‚ะพะฝะฐะป ะพั‚ ะฑะพะปะธ, ัƒัะฐะถะธะฒะฐัััŒ, ะฐ ะทะฐั‚ะตะผ ะฟะพะดั‚ัะฝัƒะปัั ะบ ะบั€ะฐัŽ ะบั€ะพะฒะฐั‚ะธ ะธ ะพะฟัƒัั‚ะธะป ะฝะพะณะธ ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะป. ะžะฝ ะฒั‹ะณะปัะดะตะป ัะปะฐะฑั‹ะผ, ะฝะพ ะตะณะพ ะณะปะฐะทะฐ ะฒัะฟั‹ั…ะฝัƒะปะธ ะพะฟะฐัะฝั‹ะผ ะฑะปะตัะบะพะผ. ะœัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ะฟะตั€ะตะฒั‘ะป ะฟั€ะพะฝะทะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝั‹ะน ะฒะทะณะปัะด ะฝะฐ ัะฒะพะตะณะพ ะฟะพะผะพั‰ะฝะธะบะฐ. ยซะญั‚ะฐ ะถะตะฝั‰ะธะฝะฐ, ะฝะฐ ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะพะน ั ะฑั‹ะป ะฒั‹ะฝัƒะถะดะตะฝ ะถะตะฝะธั‚ัŒัั, ะธะผะตะตั‚ ะบะฐะบะพะต-ะปะธะฑะพ ะพั‚ะฝะพัˆะตะฝะธะต ะบ ะั€ั‚ั‘ะผัƒ?ยป - ัะฟั€ะพัะธะป ะพะฝ. ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะฟะพะฝะธะทะธะป ะณะพะปะพั: ยซะะฐ ัะฐะผะพะผ ะดะตะปะต, ะั€ั‚ั‘ะผ ัะฒัะทะฐะปัั ั ะฒะฐัˆะธะผ ั‚ะตัั‚ะตะผ, ะœะธั€ะพะฝะพะผ. ะžะฝ ัั‚ั€ะตะผะธะปัั ะฒั‹ะดะฐั‚ัŒ ัะฒะพัŽ ะดะพั‡ัŒ ะทะฐะผัƒะถ ะทะฐ ั‡ะปะตะฝะฐ ัะตะผัŒะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒั‹ั…, ะฝะพ, ะฟะพั…ะพะถะต, ะฝะธะบะพะณะดะฐ ะฝะต ั€ะฐััะผะฐั‚ั€ะธะฒะฐะป ะฒะฐัˆะตะณะพ ะบัƒะทะตะฝะฐ ะ˜ะปัŒัŽ, ะบะฐะบ ะฟะพะดั…ะพะดัั‰ะตะณะพ ะบะฐะฝะดะธะดะฐั‚ะฐ. ะ”ะพะปะถะฝะพ ะฑั‹ั‚ัŒ, ะั€ั‚ั‘ะผ ะดะพะณะพะฒะพั€ะธะปัั ั ะฝะธะผยป. ยซะžะฝ ะฝะต ะฟะตั€ะตัั‚ะฐั‘ั‚ ะผะตะฝั ัƒะดะธะฒะปัั‚ัŒ ะบะฐะถะดั‹ะน ะดะตะฝัŒ. ะก ะผะพะตะน ัั‚ะพั€ะพะฝั‹ ะฑัƒะดะตั‚ ะฝะต ะฒะตะถะปะธะฒะพ ะฟั€ะพะผะพะปั‡ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฒ ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน. ะ—ะฐ ะฒั€ะตะผั ะพั‚ััƒั‚ัั‚ะฒะธั ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั, ะฒ ะณะพั€ะพะดะต ะฟั€ะพะธะทะพัˆะปะพ ะผะฝะพะณะพ ัะพะฑั‹ั‚ะธะน, ะฒ ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ั… ะฑั‹ะป ะทะฐะผะตัˆะฐะฝ ะ˜ะปัŒั. ยซะฏ ัะปั‹ัˆะฐะป, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัƒ ะ˜ะปัŒะธ ะตัั‚ัŒ ะทะฐั…ัƒะดะฐะปั‹ะน ะฑะฐั€ "ะจะฐั€ะผ" ะฝะฐ ัƒะปะธั†ะต ะั€ะฑะฐั‚ัะบะฐัยป, - ะฟั€ะพั‚ัะฝัƒะป ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน. ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะฒัั‘ ะฟะพะฝัะป ั ะฟะพะปัƒัะปะพะฒะฐ. ยซะ”ะฐ, ะฟะพัะบะพะปัŒะบัƒ ัˆะฟะธะพะฝะพะฒ ะฒั‹ะณะฝะฐะปะธ ะธะท ะบะพะผะฟะฐะฝะธะธ, ัั‚ะพั‚ ะบะปัƒะฑ ัั‚ะฐะป ะธั… ะตะดะธะฝัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝั‹ะผ ะธัั‚ะพั‡ะฝะธะบะพะผ ะดะพั…ะพะดะฐ, ะธ ะตัะปะธ ะตะณะพ ะทะฐะบั€ะพัŽั‚, ั‚ะพ ะธะผ ะฟั€ะธะดั‘ั‚ัั ะดะพะฒะพะปัŒะฝะพ ั‚ัƒะณะพยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะ”ะตะฝะธั. ยซะŸะพะผะพะณะธ ะธะผ ะฒ ัั‚ะพะผยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน, ะธ ะตะณะพ ะณะพะปะพั ัั‚ะฐะป ะฝะฐ ะพะบั‚ะฐะฒัƒ ะฝะธะถะต. ะ”ะตะฝะธั ัั‚ะพะปะบะฝัƒะปัั ั ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะพะน, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ัะฟัƒัะบะฐะปัั ะฒะฝะธะท. ะžะฝ ะฟั€ะตะดะฟะพะปะพะถะธะป, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะคั‘ะดะพั€ ะฟั€ะพะธะฝัั‚ั€ัƒะบั‚ะธั€ะพะฒะฐะป ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบัƒ ะทะฐั€ะฐะฝะตะต, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ั€ะตัˆะธะป ะฝะตะผะฝะพะณะพ ะตั‘ ะฝะฐะฟัƒะณะฐั‚ัŒ ะดะปั ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะตะณะพ ัั„ั„ะตะบั‚ะฐ: ยซะ•ัะปะธ ะฒั‹ ั€ะฐััะบะฐะถะตั‚ะต ะพะฑ ัั‚ะพะผ ะบะพะผัƒ-ะฝะธะฑัƒะดัŒ, ะฒะฐั ะฝะฐัั‚ะธะณะฝะตั‚ ัƒะถะฐัะฝะฐั ัะผะตั€ั‚ัŒยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะพะฝ. ะ•ัะปะธ ัะปัƒั… ะพ ั‚ั€ะฐะฒะผะฐั… ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั ะดะพะนะดั‘ั‚ ะดะพ ะั€ั‚ั‘ะผะฐ ะธะปะธ ะตะณะพ ัั‹ะฝะฐ ะ˜ะปัŒะธ, ะพะฝะธ ะพะฑัะทะฐั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะพ ะฟะพะฒะตั€ะฝัƒั‚ ัั‚ะพ ะฒ ัะฒะพัŽ ะฟะพะปัŒะทัƒ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะบะธะฒะฝัƒะปะฐ: ยซะฏ ัะพั…ั€ะฐะฝัŽ ัั‚ะพ ะฒ ั‚ะฐะนะฝะต. ะฏ ั‚ะพะปัŒะบะพ ะฒะพะทัŒะผัƒ ัะฒะพัŽ ะฐะฟั‚ะตั‡ะบัƒ ะธ ะฝะตะผะตะดะปะตะฝะฝะพ ัƒะนะดัƒยป. ะšะพะณะดะฐ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะฒะตั€ะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ัะฟะฐะปัŒะฝัŽ, ั‚ะพ ะพะฑะฝะฐั€ัƒะถะธะปะฐ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝัƒ, ัั‚ะพัั‰ะตะณะพ ัƒ ะพะบะฝะฐ ะฝะฐะฟั€ะพั‚ะธะฒ ะดะฒะตั€ะธ. ะžะฝ ัั‚ะพัะป ะบ ะฝะตะน ัะฟะธะฝะพะน, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ั€ะฐััะผะพั‚ั€ะตั‚ัŒ ะตะณะพ ัˆะธั€ะพะบะธะต ะฟะปะตั‡ะธ ะธ ะผัƒัะบัƒะปะธัั‚ัƒัŽ ัะฟะธะฝัƒ. ะ•ะณะพ ั‚ะตะปะพ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ัั‚ั€ะพะนะฝั‹ะผ, ะฟั€ะพัั‚ะพ ะธะดะตะฐะปัŒะฝั‹ะผ. ยซะ’ั‹ ั€ะฐะทะฒะต ะฝะต ัƒัˆะปะธ?ยป - ัะฟั€ะพัะธะป ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ะฝะฐัะผะตัˆะปะธะฒั‹ะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ. ะžะฝ ะฝะต ะพะฑะตั€ะฝัƒะปัั, ะฝะพ ะบะฐะบะธะผ-ั‚ะพ ะพะฑั€ะฐะทะพะผ ะฟะพะฝัะป, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพะฝะฐ ัะผะพั‚ั€ะธั‚ ะฝะฐ ะฝะตะณะพ. ะ’ะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพ, ะพะฝ ะฟะพั‡ัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะป ะตั‘ ะณะพั€ัั‡ะธะน ะฒะทะณะปัะด. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะผัƒั‰ั‘ะฝะฝะพ ะพะฟัƒัั‚ะธะปะฐ ะณะพะปะพะฒัƒ. ะšะฐะบ ะฑั‹ ะตะน ะฝะต ั…ะพั‚ะตะปะพััŒ ัั‚ะพ ะฟั€ะธะทะฝะฐะฒะฐั‚ัŒ, ะฝะพ ัั‚ะพั‚ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ะทะฐะธะฝั‚ะตั€ะตัะพะฒะฐะป ะตั‘. ะ“ะปะฐะฒะฐ 4 ะกั‚ะฐะถะธั€ะพะฒะบะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, ะพะฟัƒัั‚ะธะฒ ะณะพะปะพะฒัƒ, ั‚ะพั€ะพะฟะปะธะฒะพ ะฒะทัะปะฐ ัะฒะพัŽ ะฐะฟั‚ะตั‡ะบัƒ. ะŸั€ะพั‡ะธัั‚ะธะฒ ะณะพั€ะปะพ, ะพะฝะฐ ะดะฐะปะฐ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะต ะฝะตัะบะพะปัŒะบะพ ัƒะบะฐะทะฐะฝะธะน. ะšะฐะบ ะฑั‹ ั‚ะฐะผ ะฝะธ ะฑั‹ะปะพ, ะพะฝะฐ ะฒัั‘ ะถะต ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฒั€ะฐั‡ะพะผ. ยซะ’ะฐะผ ะฝะตะปัŒะทั ะฟะพะบะฐ ะผะพั‡ะธั‚ัŒ ัะฒะพะธ ั€ะฐะฝั‹. ะ”ะตะทะธะฝั„ะธั†ะธั€ัƒะนั‚ะต ะธั… ั€ะฐะท ะฒ ะดะตะฝัŒ ะธ ะฝะพัะธั‚ะต ัะฒะพะฑะพะดะฝั‹ะต ั€ัƒะฑะฐัˆะบะธ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฝะต ั€ะฐะทะดั€ะฐะถะฐั‚ัŒ ั€ะฐะฝั‹ยป. ะžะฝะฐ ะฟะพัั‚ะฐะฒะธะปะฐ ะฑัƒั‚ั‹ะปะพั‡ะบัƒ ั ั‚ะฐะฑะปะตั‚ะบะฐะผะธ ะธ ั‚ัŽะฑะธะบ ั ะผะฐะทัŒัŽ ะฝะฐ ั‚ัƒะผะฑะพั‡ะบัƒ. ยซะฏ ะพัั‚ะฐะฒะปััŽ ะฒะฐะผ ัั‚ะธ ะปะตะบะฐั€ัั‚ะฒะฐยป. ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ั‡ั‚ะพ-ั‚ะพ ะฟั€ะพะฑะพั€ะผะพั‚ะฐะป ะฒ ะทะฝะฐะบ ะฟั€ะธะทะฝะฐั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะพัั‚ะธ, ะฝะพ ะฝะต ะพะฑะตั€ะฝัƒะปัั. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ั‚ะพะถะต ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะต ะฝะธั‡ะตะณะพ ะฝะต ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะธ ัั€ะฐะทัƒ ะถะต ะฟะพะบะธะฝัƒะปะฐ ะฒะธะปะปัƒ. ะšะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฒะตั€ะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ัƒ, ะฑั‹ะปะพ ัƒะถะต ะฟะพั‡ั‚ะธ ะพะดะธะฝะฝะฐะดั†ะฐั‚ัŒ ะดะฝั. ะžะฝะฐ ะฝะฐะฟั€ะฐะฒะธะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ัั‚ะพะปะพะฒัƒัŽ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฟะตั€ะตะบัƒัะธั‚ัŒ. ะ•ะดะฒะฐ ัƒัั‚ั€ะพะธะฒัˆะธััŒ ะทะฐ ัะฒะพะธะผ ัั‚ะพะปะพะผ, ะตั‘ ะฒั‹ะทะฒะฐะปะธ ะฒ ะบะฐะฑะธะฝะตั‚ ะณะปะฐะฒะฒั€ะฐั‡ะฐ. ยซะฏ ะพั‚ะฟั€ะฐะฒะปััŽ ะฏะฝัƒ ะฒ ะฆะตะฝั‚ั€ะฐะปัŒะฝั‹ะน ะฒะพะตะฝะฝั‹ะน ะณะพัะฟะธั‚ะฐะปัŒ ะฝะฐ ัั‚ะฐะถะธั€ะพะฒะบัƒยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะณะปะฐะฒะฒั€ะฐั‡ ั‚ะพะฝะพะผ, ะฝะต ั‚ะตั€ะฟัั‰ะธะผ ะฒะพะทั€ะฐะถะตะฝะธะน. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฟะพั‚ั€ััะตะฝะฐ ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ: ยซะะพ ั ะดัƒะผะฐะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฒั‹ ัƒะถะต ั€ะตัˆะธะปะธ ะพั‚ะฟั€ะฐะฒะธั‚ัŒ ะผะตะฝั?ยป ยซะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, ั ัƒะฒะตั€ะตะฝ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ั‚ั‹ ะทะฝะฐะตัˆัŒ ะพ ั‚ะพะผ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฒัั‘ ะฒั‹ัะพะบะพั‚ะตั…ะฝะพะปะพะณะธั‡ะฝะพะต ะพะฑะพั€ัƒะดะพะฒะฐะฝะธะต ะฝะฐัˆะตะน ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹ ัะฟะพะฝัะธั€ะพะฒะฐะปะพััŒ ะบะพั€ะฟะพั€ะฐั†ะธะตะน "ะŸะฐั€ะฐะผะฐัƒะฝั‚". ะŸั€ะตะทะธะดะตะฝั‚ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒ ะปะธั‡ะฝะพ ะฟะพะฟั€ะพัะธะป ะผะตะฝั ะฟะพะทะฐะฑะพั‚ะธั‚ัŒัั ะพ ะฏะฝะต. ะฏ ะฝะต ะผะพะณัƒ ะฟะพะทะฒะพะปะธั‚ัŒ ัะตะฑะต ะฟะพะนั‚ะธ ะฟั€ะพั‚ะธะฒ ะตะณะพ ะฒะพะปะธยป. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะพั‰ะตั‚ะธะฝะธะปะฐััŒ ะฟั€ะธ ัƒะฟะพะผะธะฝะฐะฝะธะธ ะธะผะตะฝะธ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั. ะฅะพั‚ั ะพะฝะธ ะธ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะพั„ะธั†ะธะฐะปัŒะฝะพ ะถะตะฝะฐั‚ั‹, ะฝะพ ะพะฝะธ ะฝะธะบะพะณะดะฐ ะฝะต ะฒัั‚ั€ะตั‡ะฐะปะธััŒ. ะžะฝะฐ ะฒะธะดะตะปะฐ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝัƒ ั‚ะพะปัŒะบะพ ะฒ ะถัƒั€ะฝะฐะปะฐั… ะธ ะธะฝะพะณะดะฐ ะฒ ะฝะพะฒะพัั‚ัั… ะฟะพ ั‚ะตะปะตะฒะธะทะพั€ัƒ. ะ—ะฝะฐั‡ะธั‚, ะพะฝ ะธ ะฏะฝะฐ? ะกะตั€ะดั†ะต ะšะฐะผะธะปะปั‹ ั‘ะบะฝัƒะปะพ, ะฝะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะพัั‚ะฐะฒะฐะปะฐััŒ ัะฟะพะบะพะนะฝะพะน. ยซะ’ะพั‚ ะบะฐะบ?ยป ยซะ”ะฐ, ะฑะพัŽััŒ, ัƒ ะผะตะฝั ัะฒัะทะฐะฝั‹ ั€ัƒะบะธ. ะŸะพัะปัƒัˆะฐะน, ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, ะผั‹ ะพะฑะฐ ะทะฝะฐะตะผ ะพ ั‚ะฒะพะธั… ัะฟะพัะพะฑะฝะพัั‚ัั…, ะฝะพ...ยป - ะณะปะฐะฒะฒั€ะฐั‡ ั…ะพั‚ะตะป ัƒัะฟะพะบะพะธั‚ัŒ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบัƒ, ะฝะพ ะฝะต ะทะฝะฐะป, ะบะฐะบ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒั‹ะดะตะปัะปะฐััŒ ัั€ะตะดะธ ัะฒะพะธั… ัะฒะตั€ัั‚ะฝะธะบะพะฒ ะฑะปะฐะณะพะดะฐั€ั ะฝะตะฒะตั€ะพัั‚ะฝะพะผัƒ ั‚ะฐะปะฐะฝั‚ัƒ ะธ ะฟั€ะพั„ะตััะธะพะฝะฐะปัŒะฝะพะน ัั‚ะธะบะต. ะ“ะปะฐะฒะฒั€ะฐั‡ ั†ะตะฝะธะป ะตั‘ ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะต ะฒัะตั… ะพัั‚ะฐะปัŒะฝั‹ั…. ยซะฏ ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐัŽยป, - ะฟั€ะพะฑะพั€ะผะพั‚ะฐะปะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะตะฑะต ะฟะพะด ะฝะพั. ะ”ะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะณะพะฒะพั€ะธะปะฐ ัะตะฑะต, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฝะต ะฒ ั‚ะพะผ ะฟะพะปะพะถะตะฝะธะธ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ั€ะฐััั‚ั€ะฐะธะฒะฐั‚ัŒัั ะธะท-ะทะฐ ะฒะผะตัˆะฐั‚ะตะปัŒัั‚ะฒะฐ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั. ะžะฝ ะฑั‹ะป ะฒั‹ะฝัƒะถะดะตะฝ ะถะตะฝะธั‚ัŒัั ะฝะฐ ะฝะตะน, ะธ, ะตัั‚ะตัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝะพ, ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ะผะพะณะปะฐ ั€ะฐััั‡ะธั‚ั‹ะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ะฝะฐ ั‚ะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพะฝ ะฑัƒะดะตั‚ ะทะฐะฑะพั‚ะธั‚ัŒัั ะพ ะฝะตะน. ยซะœะฝะต ะตั‰ั‘ ะฝัƒะถะฝะพ ะฟะพะดะณะพั‚ะพะฒะธั‚ัŒัั ะบ ะพะฟะตั€ะฐั†ะธะธ, ั‚ะฐะบ ั‡ั‚ะพ ั ะฟะพะนะดัƒยป, - ัะผะธั€ะตะฝะฝั‹ะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฝะธั‡ะตะณะพ ะฝะต ะผะพะถะตั‚ ัะดะตะปะฐั‚ัŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะธะทะผะตะฝะธั‚ัŒ ัะธั‚ัƒะฐั†ะธัŽ. ะ“ะปะฐะฒะฒั€ะฐั‡ ะฟั€ะพัั‚ะพ ะฒะทะดะพั…ะฝัƒะป ะธ ัะผะพั‚ั€ะตะป, ะบะฐะบ ะพะฝะฐ ัƒั…ะพะดะธั‚. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ั ัะฝั‚ัƒะทะธะฐะทะผะพะผ ะฟะพะณั€ัƒะทะธะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ั€ะฐะฑะพั‚ัƒ, ะฟั‹ั‚ะฐัััŒ ะฝะต ะดัƒะผะฐั‚ัŒ ะพ ัั‚ะฐะถะธั€ะพะฒะบะต. ะžะฝะฐ ะฑะตะท ะทะฐะผะธะฝะบะธ ะฟั€ะพะฒะตะปะฐ ัะฒะพัŽ ะฒั‚ะพั€ัƒัŽ ะพะฟะตั€ะฐั†ะธัŽ, ะทะฐั‚ะตะผ ัะฝัะปะฐ ัะฒะพัŽ ั…ะธั€ัƒั€ะณะธั‡ะตัะบัƒัŽ ั„ะพั€ะผัƒ ะธ, ะฟะพัะผะพั‚ั€ะตะฒ ะฒะฒะตั€ั…, ัƒัั‚ะฐะปะพ ะฟะปัŽั…ะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ะฝะฐ ัั‚ัƒะป. ะ˜ะผะตะฝะฝะพ ะฒ ัั‚ะพั‚ ะผะพะผะตะฝั‚ ะฒ ะณะพัั‚ะธะฝัƒัŽ ะฒะพัˆะปะฐ ะฏะฝะฐ ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ: ยซะ—ะดั€ะฐะฒัั‚ะฒัƒะน, ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, - ะฟะพะฟั€ะธะฒะตั‚ัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ, ัั€ะบะพ ัƒะปั‹ะฑะฐัััŒ. - ะขั‹ ัะฒะพะฑะพะดะฝะฐ ะฒะตั‡ะตั€ะพะผ? ะŸะพะทะฒะพะปัŒ ัƒะณะพัั‚ะธั‚ัŒ ั‚ะตะฑั ัƒะถะธะฝะพะผยป. ยซะ˜ะทะฒะธะฝะธ, ะฝะพ ัƒ ะผะตะฝั ะตัั‚ัŒ ะดะตะปะฐ, ั ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะผะธ ะฝัƒะถะฝะพ ั€ะฐะทะพะฑั€ะฐั‚ัŒัั ะฟะพะทะถะตยป, - ะฒะตะถะปะธะฒะพ ะพั‚ะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐััŒ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะ”ะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะฝะต ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฒ ั…ะพั€ะพัˆะธั… ะพั‚ะฝะพัˆะตะฝะธัั… ั ะฏะฝะพะน. ะžะฝะธ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฟั€ะพัั‚ะพ ะบะพะปะปะตะณะฐะผะธ, ะฐ ะฝะต ะฟะพะดั€ัƒะณะฐะผะธ. ะžะฑะต ะพะบะพะฝั‡ะธะปะธ ะพะดะธะฝ ะธ ั‚ะพั‚ ะถะต ัƒะฝะธะฒะตั€ัะธั‚ะตั‚ ะฒ ะพะดะฝะพ ะธ ั‚ะพ ะถะต ะฒั€ะตะผั. ะ•ั‰ั‘ ั‚ะพะณะดะฐ ะฏะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ั‚ะพะน ะตั‰ั‘ ัˆั‚ัƒั‡ะบะพะน. ะžะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะพั‡ะตะฝัŒ ะฐะผะฑะธั†ะธะพะทะฝะพะน ะธ ะฒัะตะณะดะฐ ั…ะพั‚ะตะปะฐ ะฟะพะบั€ะฐัะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒัั ะธ ะฟั€ะธะฒะปะตะบะฐั‚ัŒ ะฒัะตะพะฑั‰ะตะต ะฒะฝะธะผะฐะฝะธะต. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, ะฒ ัะฒะพัŽ ะพั‡ะตั€ะตะดัŒ, ะฟั€ะตะดะฟะพั‡ะธั‚ะฐะปะฐ ะพัั‚ะฐะฒะฐั‚ัŒัั ะฝะตะทะฐะผะตั‚ะฝะพะน ะธ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฟะพะณั€ัƒะถะตะฝะฐ ะฒ ัะฒะพะธ ะบะฝะธะณะธ. ะœะพะถะฝะพ ัะบะฐะทะฐั‚ัŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะธ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฐะฑัะพะปัŽั‚ะฝะพ ั€ะฐะทะฝั‹ะผะธ. ะŸะพะฝัั‚ะฝะพะต ะดะตะปะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพะฝะธ ะฝะต ะพั‡ะตะฝัŒ ั…ะพั€ะพัˆะพ ะปะฐะดะธะปะธ. ยซะž, ะพั‡ะตะฝัŒ ะถะฐะปัŒ, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะฏะฝะฐ, ะฒั‹ะณะปัะดั ะฟะพั‡ะตะผัƒ-ั‚ะพ ัะผัƒั‰ั‘ะฝะฝะพะน. - ะ’ะพะพะฑั‰ะต-ั‚ะพ ั ั…ะพั‚ะตะปะฐ ั ั‚ะพะฑะพะน ะบะพะต ะพ ั‡ั‘ะผ ะฟะพะณะพะฒะพั€ะธั‚ัŒยป. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒัั‚ะฐะปะฐ ะธ ะฟะพะดะพัˆะปะฐ ะบ ัะฒะพะตะผัƒ ัˆะบะฐั„ั‡ะธะบัƒ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฟะพะฒะตัะธั‚ัŒ ั…ะฐะปะฐั‚. ยซะ“ะพะฒะพั€ะธยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ, ะฝะต ะณะปัะดั ะฝะฐ ะฏะฝัƒ. ะขะพั‚ ั„ะฐะบั‚, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะตั‘ ะบะพะปะปะตะณะฐ ั‚ะฐะบ ะธะปะธ ะธะฝะฐั‡ะต ัะฒัะทะฐะปะฐััŒ ั ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะตะผ, ะตั‰ั‘ ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะต ะพั‚ะดะฐะปะธะป ะšะฐะผะธะปะปัƒ ะพั‚ ะฏะฝั‹. ยซะขั‹, ะดะพะปะถะฝะพ ะฑั‹ั‚ัŒ, ัะปั‹ัˆะฐะปะฐ, ะดะฐ? ะœะฝะต ะพั‡ะตะฝัŒ ะถะฐะปัŒ. ะฏ ะฟะพะฝัั‚ะธั ะฝะต ะธะผะตะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะดะธั€ะตะบั‚ะพั€โ€ฆยป ยซะ’ัั‘ ะฒ ะฟะพั€ัะดะบะตยป, - ะฟะตั€ะตะฑะธะปะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะžะดะฝะฐะบะพ ะฏะฝะฐ ะตั‰ั‘ ะฝะต ะฒัั‘ ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะธ ะฟั€ะพะดะพะปะถะธะปะฐ: ยซะ˜ ะตั‰ั‘, ะผะพะถะตัˆัŒ ัะพั…ั€ะฐะฝะธั‚ัŒ ะฒ ัะตะบั€ะตั‚ะต ั‚ะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฒั‡ะตั€ะฐ ะฒะตั‡ะตั€ะพะผ ั‚ั‹ ะฒั‹ัˆะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ัะผะตะฝัƒ ะฒะผะตัั‚ะพ ะผะตะฝั? ะ—ะฝะฐะตัˆัŒ, ะฟะพัะบะพะปัŒะบัƒ ั ัะพะฑะธั€ะฐัŽััŒ ะฒ ะฆะตะฝั‚ั€ะฐะปัŒะฝั‹ะน ะฒะพะตะฝะฝั‹ะน ะณะพัะฟะธั‚ะฐะปัŒ, ั ะฝะต ั…ะพั‡ัƒ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ัั‚ะพ ะฟั€ะธั‡ะธะฝะธะปะพ ะบะฐะบะธะต-ะปะธะฑะพ ะฟั€ะพะฑะปะตะผั‹ยป. ะะตัะผะพั‚ั€ั ะฝะฐ ั‚ะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฟั€ะพััŒะฑะฐ ะฏะฝั‹ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฝะตะพะฑั‹ั‡ะฝะพะน, ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะต ะดัƒะผะฐะปะฐ ะพะฑ ัั‚ะพะผ ะธ ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะธะปะฐ: ยซะฏ ะฝะธะบะพะผัƒ ะฝะต ัะบะฐะถัƒยป. ะ’ ะปัŽะฑะพะผ ัะปัƒั‡ะฐะต, ะฝะต ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฝะธั‡ะตะณะพ ัั‚ั€ะฐะฝะฝะพะณะพ ะฒ ั‚ะพะผ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฒะทัั‚ัŒ ะฝะฐ ัะตะฑั ัะผะตะฝัƒ ะบะพะปะปะตะณะธ. ะ’ั€ะตะผั ะพั‚ ะฒั€ะตะผะตะฝะธ ะธะผ ะฟั€ะธั…ะพะดะธะปะพััŒ ัั‚ะฐะปะบะธะฒะฐั‚ัŒัั ั ะปะธั‡ะฝั‹ะผะธ ั‡ั€ะตะทะฒั‹ั‡ะฐะนะฝั‹ะผะธ ะพะฑัั‚ะพัั‚ะตะปัŒัั‚ะฒะฐะผะธ. ะะฐ ั‚ะตั€ั€ะธั‚ะพั€ะธะธ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹. ะคั‘ะดะพั€ ัะธะดะตะป ะฝะฐ ะทะฐะดะฝะตะผ ัะธะดะตะฝัŒะต ะดะพั€ะพะณะพะน ั‡ั‘ั€ะฝะพะน ะผะฐัˆะธะฝั‹, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะฐั ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฟั€ะธะฟะฐั€ะบะพะฒะฐะฝะฐ ัƒ ะฒะพั€ะพั‚. ยซะัƒ, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะพะฝ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ, ะฟะตั€ะตะฟะพะปะฝะตะฝะฝั‹ะผ ะณะพั€ะดะพัั‚ัŒัŽ, - ั‡ั‚ะพ ะดัƒะผะฐะตัˆัŒ ะพ ะผะพะตะน ัƒั‡ะตะฝะธั†ะต? ะฃ ะฝะตั‘ ะพั‚ะปะธั‡ะฝั‹ะต ัะฟะพัะพะฑะฝะพัั‚ะธ, ะฝะต ั‚ะฐะบ ะปะธ?ยป ะ ัะดะพะผ ั ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะพะน ัะธะดะตะป ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน, ะพั‚ะบะธะฝัƒะฒัˆะธััŒ ะฝะฐ ัะฟะธะฝะบัƒ ัะธะดะตะฝัŒั. ะžะฝ ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ะฟะพะดัƒะผะฐะป ะพ ะฒั€ะฐั‡ะต, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะน ะปะตั‡ะธะป ะตะณะพ, ะธ ะฒัะฟะพะผะฝะธะป, ะบะฐะบะธะผะธ ัะฟะพะบะพะนะฝั‹ะผะธ ะธ ั‚ะพั‡ะฝั‹ะผะธ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะตั‘ ะดะตะนัั‚ะฒะธั. ะะฐ ัะฐะผะพะผ ะดะตะปะต, ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะป ะฟะพั€ะฐะถะตะฝ ะตั‘ ัะฟะพัะพะฑะฝะพัั‚ัะผะธ. ยซะญั‚ะพ ะณะพัะฟะพะถะฐ ะ’ะพะปะบะพะฒะฐยป, - ะฒะดั€ัƒะณ ะทะฐะณะพะฒะพั€ะธะป ะ”ะตะฝะธั. ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ะพะฟัƒัั‚ะธะป ัั‚ะตะบะปะพ ะบะฐะบ ั€ะฐะท ะฒ ั‚ะพั‚ ะผะพะผะตะฝั‚, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะฏะฝะฐ ะฟะพะดะพัˆะปะฐ ะบ ะผะฐัˆะธะฝะต. ะ‘ั€ะพะฒะธ ะคั‘ะดะพั€ะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝัะปะธััŒ, ะธ ะพะฝ ัะบะฐะทะฐะป: ยซะฏะฝะฐ?ยป ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะพะฑะตั€ะฝัƒะปัั ั ะฒะพะดะธั‚ะตะปัŒัะบะพะณะพ ะผะตัั‚ะฐ ะธ ัะฟั€ะพัะธะป: ยซะ’ั‹ ะทะฝะฐะตั‚ะต ะตั‘?ยป ะคั‘ะดะพั€ ะบะธะฒะฝัƒะป, ะตะณะพ ะฒะทะณะปัะด ะทะฐะฑะปะตัั‚ะตะป ะพั‚ ะปัŽะฑะพะฟั‹ั‚ัั‚ะฒะฐ. ยซะžะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ัั‚ัƒะดะตะฝั‚ะบะพะน ะฝะฐ ะณะพะด ะผะปะฐะดัˆะต ะฒ ะผะพั‘ะผ ัƒะฝะธะฒะตั€ัะธั‚ะตั‚ะตยป. ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธัŽ ัั‚ะฐะปะพ ะปัŽะฑะพะฟั‹ั‚ะฝะพ, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝ ัƒัะปั‹ัˆะฐะป ัั‚ะพ. ะ—ะฝะฐั‡ะธั‚, ัั‚ะฐ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะฝะต ั‚ะพะปัŒะบะพ ัะฟะฐัะปะฐ ะตะณะพ ะฟั€ะพัˆะปะพะน ะฝะพั‡ัŒัŽ, ะฝะพ ะธ ะทะฐะปะตั‡ะธะปะฐ ะตะณะพ ั€ะฐะฝั‹? ยซะญั‚ะพ ััƒะดัŒะฑะฐ?ยป - ะฒะพัะบะปะธะบะฝัƒะป ะ”ะตะฝะธั. ะ’ัะตะปะตะฝะฝะฐั ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั† ั€ะตัˆะธะปะฐ ะดะฐั‚ัŒ ะตะณะพ ะฑะพัััƒ ัˆะฐะฝั ะฝะฐ ะปัŽะฑะพะฒัŒ? ยซะšะฐะบะพะณะพ ั‡ั‘ั€ั‚ะฐ ั‚ั‹ ะฝะตัั‘ัˆัŒ?ยป - ัะฟั€ะพัะธะป ะคั‘ะดะพั€, ะฝะฐั…ะผัƒั€ะธะฒัˆะธััŒ, ะฟะตั€ะตะฒะพะดั ะฒะทะณะปัะด ั ะพะดะฝะพะณะพ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝั‹ ะฝะฐ ะดั€ัƒะณะพะณะพ. ...... ะงั‚ะพ ะฑัƒะดะตั‚ ะดะฐะปัŒัˆะต? ะšะพะปะธั‡ะตัั‚ะฒะพ ะณะปะฐะฒ ะทะดะตััŒ ะพะณั€ะฐะฝะธั‡ะตะฝะพ, ะฝะฐะถะผะธั‚ะต ะฝะฐ ะบะฝะพะฟะบัƒ ะฝะธะถะต, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ัƒัั‚ะฐะฝะพะฒะธั‚ัŒ ะฟั€ะธะปะพะถะตะฝะธะต ะธ ะฟั€ะพะดะพะปะถะธั‚ัŒ ั‡ั‚ะตะฝะธะต ะฑะพะปะตะต ะทะฐั…ะฒะฐั‚ั‹ะฒะฐัŽั‰ะธั… ะณะปะฐะฒ! 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Yes 2024-11-21 19:24 active 1904 0 Read next chapter๐Ÿ‘‰ Because of cheating, he divorced her. She left a sentence, "You will regret it." 4 years later, he saw her on TV and introduced her as a top 100 female CEO and a single mother of triplets. The faces of her three children are exactly like his ... ============= Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom." Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?" Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. Just then, Mitchelโ€™s phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. He was something to see now. "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. What? He was on his way out? At this hour? Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late." Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up." With that, he headed for the door. "Mitchel." Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. "What's the matter?" There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today." Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. Mitchel was the man in the picture! So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. "Hello!" It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. The next morning, Raegan went to work on time. Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after they got married. Stubbornly, she insisted on making her own money. Mitchel didn't kick against her decision, but he asked her to work as his assistant, helping him with the daily chores. The head assistant, Matteo Jenkins was left to take care of the major affairs Mitchel had. Matteo was the only Dixon Group employee who knew about their marriage. Since inception, only male assistants were hired for the president's office. Reagan was the first and only female. Her employment broke the protocol. As a result, other workers couldn't help but wonder if she was involved with Mitchel. It took a while before they realized that Mitchel never gave Raegan special treatment. Strangely, this made them despise her even more. After all, no one would last long in anything while taking advantage of their looks. At this time, one of Raegan's colleagues handed her a document and ordered her to take it to Mitchel's office. Mitchel didn't return home last night. Raegan was so worried that she didn't sleep at all. All she kept thinking about was the woman who answered his phone when she called. What was her relationship with Mitchel? Raegan already knew the answer to that, but she was still in denial. It was difficult for her to come to terms with that fact. Raegan tried to remain calm now. She reasoned that no matter what happened, she deserved a result that would be rewarding for all the years she spent loving Mitchel. This couldn't be all for nothing, right? She pressed the elevator button calmly and went up to the president's office. Before she walked out of the elevator, she smoothed her hair to make sure she looked good. She had arrived at the office, only to see that the door was ajar. A man's voice came. She halted instantly. "Come on, man! Do you have any feelings for Raegan or not?" The voice belonged to Luis Stevens, a childhood friend of Mitchel's. "What do you mean exactly?" Mitchel asked in a cold voice. "You know exactly what I mean!" Luis clicked his tongue impatiently and added, "I think Raegan is a good girl. Isn't she your type?" "Do you want me to hand her over to you?" Mitchel asked carelessly. "You know what, forget it!" The scornful laughter of Luis sounded particularly harsh in Raegan's ears. They were talking about her as if she were an object. Raegan took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the document. Soon, Luis's voice was heard again. "By the way, I saw the gossip news about Lauren's mysterious boyfriend this morning. That was you, right?" "Yes." "Well, well, well! That woman still has you wrapped around her little finger. You always want to please her." Luis sighed and continued to tease Mitchel. "As the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tell me, did you two..." Their conversation was like a thunder exploding over Raegan's head. Her face turned pale and her body was as cold as ice. The woman was indeed Lauren! Absence made the heart grow fonder! Every word drove a knife into her heart. Several whispering voices filled her head at this time. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her vision became blurry. She held the wall and took a step backward. Suddenly, the door was opened from inside. "Raegan?" Chapter 2 One-sided Love Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out. Raegan balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!" Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document. Mitchel was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome. Raegan noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed? With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it." Mitchel was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance. Raegan walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold. It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Mitchel and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?" Mitchel's appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to what Luis was saying. To Mitchel, Raegan had always been docile and never felt jealous of anyone. Her strict obedience was all Mitchel demanded from her in exchange for treating her well. In the elevator. Raegan held her breath just to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, it didn't work. She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Reagan wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon has ever shown off in public. She's his first love!" "Why is her return such a big deal? Isn't it rumored that there is something between Mr. Dixon and Raegan?" "Raegan? She's nothing to Mr. Dixon. Mr. Dixon never admitted that he was dating her. And that is no surprise to me. After all, look at her. She's not even that beautiful. Yet, she behaves as if she's already Mrs. Dixon. What a fool!" Standing at the door, Raegan smiled with self-mockery as she listened to them. It turned out everyone else saw the truth except her. The love was one-sided. "Ha-ha, have you finally woken up from your wild dream, Raegan?" A voice of mockery suddenly came from behind. Raegan turned around to see Tessa Lloyd, Mitchel's cousin, who had always despised her. Tessa must have also heard the employees gossiping. The last thing Raegan wanted to do now was argue with Tessa in the company. She turned to leave, but Tessa blocked her way. With a cup of coffee in her hand, Tessa uttered sarcastically, "Lauren is back now. Do you think Mitchel will still give you any attention?" Raegan said nothing to that. Seconds later, Tessa continued the ridicule. "Maybe itโ€™s time for you to seek out another man, you pathetic fool." Raegan clenched her fists and said coldly, "Ms. Lloyd, if you are interested in that kind of thing, feel free to pursue it yourself." "You..." Raegan's retort made Tessa's face change. The next second, Tessa raised her hand and emptied the cup of coffee on Raegan. Raegan didn't think for a second that Tessa would do something so crazy. She held up her arms just to block the liquid from her face. In no time, the coffee drenched her clothes. Raegan frowned. "What did you do that for? Are you out of your mind?" It was lunch break and many employees were free to watch the drama. Tessa was even more complacent when she saw growing onlookers. She put on a mean-girl look as she said, "What makes you so smug every day, huh? Do you seriously think that others don't know you are just an orphan? The nerve of..." Tessa was silenced by Raeganโ€™s shove. Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her. Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!" Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness." Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it. Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this. Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate. This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch. Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap. Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?" These harsh words attracted more people to the break room. "That's enough!" Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo. The entire room fell silent. "Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him. But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me." The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face. Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee. Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?" His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears. No one dared to make a sound at this moment. Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure. When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes. Raegan could understand why he took this stand. However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words. Was she truly insignificant to him? Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show. Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe. Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you." Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..." "The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in. She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look. "You..." Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said. Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim! The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger. Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!" Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment. "Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand. As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all. Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson." "Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof. Tessa trembled at once. With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone." The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant. She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..." Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards." Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here." Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please." It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out. They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless. Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office. Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago. Closing hour soon rolled by. Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her. He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home." Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice. She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation. In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody. How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her? Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself. All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment. Her grandmother wasn't aware of her marriage to Mitchel. Raegan had planned to surprise her today. But as it turned out, that was no longer necessary. Raegan waited for her grandmother to fall asleep before she left. She walked out of the hospital and waited for a taxi. In the distance, a black luxury car pulled into the entrance of the hospital. Raegan's eyes lit up when she saw it. She recognized that car as Mitchel's. Did he come to pick her up? At this moment, she forgot all the pain she had been feeling. Were her thoughts about him all wrong? Did he care for her, contrary to the gossip? The door of the driver's side opened and Mitchel got out. Raegan started walking toward him with her heart brimming with joy. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Mitchel had just walked over to the other side and carried a woman out of the car. Worry and compassion were written all over his handsome face. This wiped the smile on Raegan's face. Her heart sank. Chapter 3 Let's Divorce Mitchel's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Raegan. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Raegan. It was hard to tell if Mitchel saw Raegan or just ignored her. Regardless, Raegan noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed with him yesterday. She was Lauren. Raegan's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away. She lost all awareness of her surroundings. She got into a taxi absentmindedly. Suddenly, the driver uttered, "Ma'am, where to?" Raegan was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villas. It was only a matter of time before that place stopped being her home. After a while, she replied, "Please take me to Crystal Bay." She had purchased an apartment at Crystal Bay after getting married to Mitchel. At the time, she had hopes of bringing her grandmother to the city, so she bought the apartment on mortgage. It wasn't that big, but it had more than enough space for two people. Mitchel didn't understand why she wanted to buy an apartment. He offered to give her a bigger one, but she declined. Looking back now, she realized that buying that apartment was the only wise decision she had ever made in the last two years. When she arrived at the apartment complex, Raegan sat in the park alone, trying to cool herself down. The memories of the past two years were bittersweet. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye even though it was more than seven hundred days and nights. Love could move mountains, they said. Yet, her love didn't move that stone of a man. She finally realized what a fool she had been. She had been making herself a laughingstock in front of everyone. It was already late in the night before Raegan finally decided to go into her apartment. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Mitchel standing in front of the door. His sleeves were rolled up casually, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, which revealed his long neck and part of his collarbone. He was leaning on the wall by the door, his handsome face straight. Raegan froze for a moment. Why was he here? Didn't she see him at the hospital with Lauren? What brought him here? Their eyes met. With his coat draped over his arm and one of his hands in his pocket, Mitchel squinted at her. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked, sounding a little grumpy like someone who hadn't slept in a long time. Raegan took out her phone and saw she had accidentally put it on DND. There were five missed calls from Mitchel. This marked the first time in their two-year marriage. Mitchel blew up her phone because he couldn't find her? Surprising! Before today, she would have been overjoyed by this. People would've thought she won the lottery. But now, she just threw her phone back into her bag, folded her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't hear it ring." Mitchel raised his hand to check the time on the watch, and said impatiently, "I've been looking for you for two hours." After arranging everything for Lauren, he returned home to find an empty house. He looked for Raegan everywhere. When he couldn't find her, he asked Matteo to check the surveillance footage of all the roads that led away from the company. He later found out that Raegan went to Crystal Bay without telling him. "Next time, tell me when you are coming here, okay? Let's go home now." After that, Mitchel walked toward the elevator without sparing her another glance. He meant to go back to Serenity Villas. Raegan didn't move an inch. She just stared at his broad back and pondered reluctantly. Would they have a future? Mitchell turned around, only to see that Raegan hadn't taken a single step. He frowned and asked, "Can't you walk? Do you want me to carry you instead?" The light in the corridor illuminated his face, making his side profile almost impeccable. Raegan took a deep breath and said, "Let's divorce." "What do you mean?" Mitchel's voice was cold, and his handsome face changed immediately. "I want to move into my own place. After all, we will be strangers soon." Raegan forced a smile, but her heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. "We will be strangers?" Mitchel smiled coldly. "Raegan, what do you think our relationship is now?" His questioning left Raegan stunned for a moment. Mitchel had made it very clear to her from the very beginning. This facade of their marriage had happened by mutual agreement. There was no love. In the eyes of others, they were nothing more than just a superior and a subordinate. Mitchel was quite the catch in Ardlens. Many young ladies longed for his love and were even willing to throw themselves at him. His question just now reminded her of that fact. Was he afraid that she wouldn't let him go that easily? If that was the case, he couldn't be more wrong... After biting her lower lip to conceal her bitterness, Raegan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon. I was giving it too much thought. Anyway, please leave me alone from now on. You don't have to come here again." After saying that, Raegan couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she not be sad when she was cutting ties with the man she had loved for a decade? It was such a long time. Regardless of how difficult it was, she knew it was time to let go. It was high time she stopped being a fool. Strangely, the light in the corridor began flickering. The deathly stare Mitchel was giving Raegan right now made the atmosphere seem like the moment before an attack in a horror movie. Although he understood that Raegan sometimes could throw a tantrum, he felt that she had just crossed the line now. His eyes shone like blazing torches at this moment. But when he saw the tears in her eyes, the rage inside him extinguished in an instant. He said in a low voice, "If this is about what happened between you and Tessa, I..." "No, this isn't about her. Mr. Dixon, please leave now." A lot of things happened between them. And the incident with Tessa didn't come close to any. Raegan felt exhausted. She passed by Mitchel and was about to open the door. Yet, Mitchel was displeased with her stubbornness. He loosened his tie irritably. He then took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. "Stop this, will you?" A second later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. He instantly realized that she was burning up like someone who had been set on fire. "You have a fever?" Raegan felt dizzy. She rested her head on his chest weakly. This made the whole situation complicated. Reagan was slow to catch that. When she finally realized that her body was too close to his, she put her hands against his chest and tried to pull back. Before she could escape, Mitchel pulled her back and held her by the waist. With a cold face, he said in a low voice, "Where do you think you are going?" The light flickered again. Out of the blue, Mitchel lifted her up. He then headed for the elevator. In a daze, Raegan asked softly, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I am doing?" Mitchel remarked. "Taking you to the hospital, of course." "No way!" Raegan cried out in surprise and seemed to regain more strength. Mitchel might find out about her condition if they went to the hospital. Raegan struggled to get out of Mitchel's arms. However, his tight grip made her efforts fruitless. "Don't be so stubborn. You are sick, so you must see the doctor," Mitchel said firmly. He walked to the elevator with her in his arms. At this moment, Raegan's heart was thumping so hard that it could jump out of her chest. She flailed in protest. "Put me down! 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Yes 2024-11-21 18:31 active 1902 0 VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE http://instagram.com/jcd_customdesign JCD https://www.facebook.com/100089529111589/ 47 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Visit Instagram Profile 0 instagram.com CAROUSEL http://instagram.com/jcd_customdesign 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468025189_546865068129112_3599574604595063018_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Ke11YOD7htgQ7kNvgH2mmHV&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AyDhKPonbxwJRulvKilBUnX&oh=00_AYC3xaw_FuMahsFrWYrtUfhBhCvzvrM30F4MJfFvI-5gsA&oe=6745B717 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 JCD 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-11-21 18:31 active 1902 0 PLEASE SHARE Jim says "Looks like we found a need & filled it". https://www.dreamcenterbismarck.org/ MESSAGE_PAGE Dream Center Bismarck https://www.facebook.com/DreamCenterBismarck/ 4,688 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Send message 0 IMAGE 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467677496_934290591909622_4811961605851702624_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=oAyNOAv_x1UQ7kNvgFLngbL&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AcHC4JzYQlJr6kPX1oQESqy&oh=00_AYA2FVABmG3zUW6oN-FPV30oQpuokKkQTirazrGdqHWH5g&oe=6745B85C PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Dream Center Bismarck 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-11-21 18:48 active 1903 0 ๐Ÿก CAR COLLECTOR'S DREAM For more information, click โ€œLearn Moreโ€ ๐Ÿ‘‰ LEARN_MORE https://kelly.viewarizonahomesforsale.com/homedeta Cook & Associates Scottsdale AZ Homes For Sale https://www.facebook.com/CookAndAssociatesAZ/ 3,082 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 kelly.viewarizonahomesforsale.com CAROUSEL For more information, click โ€œLearn Moreโ€ ๐Ÿ‘‰ https://kelly.viewarizonahomesforsale.com/homedetails/az/scottsdale/azregional-20240909201129831182000000/12230-n-78th-pl-scottsdale-az-85260?t=1726701062865&shareProperty=TU1CMDI3QTg1OERFMUE0OTc4ODNBMUJGRkM3RkIwNEQ1NnxhenJlZ2lvbmFsLTIwMjQwOTA5MjAxMTI5ODMxMTgyMDAwMDAw&AgentMDID=MMB027A858DE1A497883A1BFFC7FB04D56&utm_source=cinc&utm_medium=property-details&utm_campaign=share-property-crm&utm_content=view-property-no-registration&src=SNFacebook 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467813607_3994617854192337_3926560096848694439_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=NUvrC-LUIOMQ7kNvgEBgM11&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ASGJSECnNwsq8SmRFaHA720&oh=00_AYCGsGIUFkRwZF9uuY7j0yyGvQ9TS4-SQLUHx73hVZ1e6Q&oe=67459C2A PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Cook & Associates Scottsdale AZ Homes For Sale 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-11-21 18:48 active 1903 0 ๐Ÿ”žAttention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐Ÿ‘‰ As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... โ€œWhere is she?!โ€ I hear the Beta Kyle scream. I groan and get to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket and taking it with me. The moment he sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I donโ€™t make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. โ€œNeah, how useless your are! You still have not cleaned the office.โ€ He snaps. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If I could just find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. โ€œWe are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Do you not understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!โ€ I donโ€™t answer, I keep my eyes low so that I didnโ€™t have to look at his face. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. From what I gathered, he was a ruthless man, and he was even claimed to have killed his 9 ex-girlfriends. โ€œHe is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!โ€ Beta Kyle continues. He places his hands on my shoulders, digging his nails into my thinning skin, โ€Useless Wolf.โ€ He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean back against it, observing the already clean office. There was nothing out of place, it looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned 18, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle was always reminding me of how worthless I am. The clearing of a throat makes me jump. I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair. A foot propped up on his knee. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that donโ€™t quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door. Shrinking down to the ground. โ€œIs this the way you greet all Alphaโ€™s?โ€ His deep voice rumbles through the room, an edge of amusement to his tone. โ€œIโ€™m sorry.โ€ I whisper, getting to my feet. โ€œIโ€ฆI thought I was alone.โ€ I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. โ€œCome forward.โ€ He orders. I do as Iโ€™m told. Allowing him to see me properly and I am met with narrowed crimson eyes. I close my own eyes, expecting the worst. โ€œYou smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?โ€ My head moved up and down, though I couldnโ€™t tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they discovered the truth about me. โ€œI would prefer it if you spoke to me.โ€ He growls, โ€œIโ€™m not in the mood to play games.โ€ โ€œYes.โ€ I whisper. โ€œI amโ€ฆI am a Wolf.โ€ I couldnโ€™t help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? I wasnโ€™t sure how much more my body could take. โ€œHow is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me.โ€ โ€œIโ€ฆ..โ€ I hated the question. โ€œI havenโ€™t got all day!โ€ He takes a swig from his drink. I knew why I couldnโ€™t scent him. I knew why I hadnโ€™t been aware of his presence, but telling people why was not something I ever liked to do. They never hear my side of the story. All they do is accept Alpha Trey's word as the truth. โ€œYou should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?โ€ His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them. There was no way I was making direct eye contact. โ€œMy Wolf abilities were bound.โ€ โ€œWhy?โ€ If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. โ€œIt was a punishment.โ€ โ€œFor what?โ€ His deep voice rumbles through me. โ€œFor killing my parents.โ€ I whispered. At this moment, the door swings open abruptly and my brother screeches at me โ€œNeah, what are you doing in my office?!" He then turns to the crimson eyed man. โ€œI am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it was him... 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Yes 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 ๊ณ„์† ์ฝ๊ธฐ๐Ÿ‘‰ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” CEO์˜ ์• ์ธ์œผ๋กœ 3๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ ์ง€๋‚ด๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ์™€ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ์œผ๋‚˜ ๊ฑฐ์ ˆ๋‹นํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ดด๋กœ์›€์„ ๊ฒช์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋งŒ๋‚ฌ์„ ๋•Œ ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ฌด๋ฆŽ์„ ๊ฟ‡๊ณ  ์ž๋น„๋ฅผ ๊ตฌํ–ˆ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋ฌดํ‘œ์ •ํ•˜๊ฒŒ "์ž์‹ ์„ ์กด์ค‘ํ•ด์ฃผ์„ธ์š”." ==== "๋ชป ์ฐธ๊ฒ ์–ด?" ๋‚จ์ž๋Š” ์ผ์ฃผ์ผ ์ถœ์žฅ์„ ๋‹ค๋…€์˜ค๋Š” ๋™์•ˆ ์ฐธ์•˜๋˜ ์š•์ •์„ ๋ชจ๋‘ ์˜์•„ ๋ถ“๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. "์ € ๋‚ด์ผ ์„ ๋ณด๋Ÿฌ ๊ฐ€์š”." ์•ผ๋ฆฟํ•œ ํ†ต์ฆ์— ๋ชธ์„ ๋Œ๋ฆฐ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€. ์—ญ์‹œ, ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์˜ˆ์ƒ๋Œ€๋กœ ๋‚จ์ž๋Š” ์กฐ๊ธˆ๋„ ์‹ ๊ฒฝ ์“ฐ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. "์ œ ๋งˆ์Œ์— ๋“œ๋Š” ์ƒ๋Œ€๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜์˜ค๋ฉด ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋™์˜ํ•˜๋ ค๊ณ ์š”." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ์ž…๊ฐ€์— ์“ธ์“ธํ•œ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๊ฐ€ ๋ฒˆ์กŒ๋‹ค. "๊ฒฐํ˜ผํ•  ์ƒ๊ฐ์ด๋ž€ ๋ง์ด์•ผ?" ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€ ์–ผ์–ด๋ถ™์€ ๋“ฏ ์†์„ ์›€์ง์ด์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๊ณ  ์–ด๋‘์šด ๋ˆˆ๋™์ž๊ฐ€ ์ž์‹ ์˜ ํ’ˆ์— ๊ฐ‡ํžŒ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋šซ์–ด์ง€๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๋ ค๋‹ค๋ดค๋‹ค. ๊นŠ์ด๋ฅผ ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ๊ทธ ๋ˆˆ๋™์ž์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‹น์žฅ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ง๋ ค๋“ค์–ด ๊ฐˆ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋จผ์ € ์‹œ์„ ์„ ํ”ผํ•œ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์šฐ๋ฌผ์ญˆ๋ฌผ ์ž…์„ ์—ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. "์ € ์ด์ œ 27์ด์—์š”. ๋งˆ๋ƒฅ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆด ์ˆ˜๋ฐ–์— ์—†์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ์š”..." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ์ž…๊ฐ€์— ๋ฒˆ์ง„ ๋ƒ‰์†Œ๋ฅผ ๋ฏธ์ฒ˜ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚จ์ž๋Š” ์นจ๋Œ€ ๊ฐ€์žฅ์ž๋ฆฌ์— ๊ฑธํ„ฐ์•‰์•„ ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ์— ๋ถˆ์„ ๋ถ™์˜€๋‹ค. ๊ฒ€์€์ƒ‰ ์ •์žฅ ๋ฐ”์ง€๋Š” ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ํ ์žก์„ ๋ฐ ์—†์ด ์ž˜ ๋‹ค๋ ค์ ธ ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ , ๊ฒ€์€์ƒ‰ ์…”์ธ ๋Š” ๋‹จ์ถ” 3๊ฐœ๊ฐ€ ํ’€๋ ค์ ธ ์žˆ์–ด ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ์„น์‹œํ•˜๊ณ ๋„ ๋งคํ˜น์ ์ธ ๋งค๋ ฅ์„ ๊ทน๋Œ€ํ™”ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ์†๋์— ์œ„ํ—˜ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งค๋‹ฌ๋ ค ์žˆ๋Š” ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฌด์‹ฌ์ฝ” ์ณ๋‹ค๋ณธ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ์†๊ฐ€๋ฝ์— ๋ผ์›Œ์ ธ ์žˆ๋Š” ์•ฝํ˜ผ๋ฐ˜์ง€์— ์‹œ์„ ์„ ๊ณ ์ •ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋Š” ์˜ค๋Š˜๋”ฐ๋ผ ๋”์šฑ ๋ˆˆ์ด ๋ถ€์…จ๊ณ , ์˜ค๋Š˜์˜ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๋น„์›ƒ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. 3๋…„ ์ „, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ๋น„์„œ ์‹ ๋ถ„์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ•์”จ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์— ์ž…์‚ฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์–ผ๋งˆ ํ›„, ์ƒ์‚ฌ์ธ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ๊ณผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์ถœ์žฅ์„ ๋– ๋‚˜์•ผ ํ•˜๋Š” ์ž„๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์ˆ˜ํ–‰ํ•ด์•ผ ํ–ˆ๊ณ , ๊ทธ ํ›„ ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ๋งค์šฐ ์นœ๋ฐ€ํ•ด์กŒ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋ฐ˜ํ•ญํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ์•˜๊ณ  ๋œจ๊ฑฐ์šด ๋ฐค์„ ๋ณด๋‚ธ ํ›„, ํ•œ ๊ฐ€์ง€ ์ผ์ด ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์ผ๋กœ ์ด์–ด์กŒ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ 3๋…„์ด๋ผ๋Š” ์‹œ๊ฐ„ ๋™์•ˆ ๋น„๋ฐ€์Šค๋Ÿฌ์šด ๋งŒ๋‚จ์„. ๊ฐ€์กŒ๊ณ  ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‚ฎ์—๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋น„์„œ์˜€๊ณ , ๋ฐค์—๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ฐฐ๋“œ ํŒŒํŠธ๋„ˆ์˜€๋‹ค. ๋งŒ์•ฝ ๊ทธ๋‚  ๋ฐค, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ์–ด๋ฆฌ์„์€ ์„ ํƒ๋งŒ ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ์ˆœ์ง„ ๋‚ญ๋งŒํ•˜๊ณ  ์ž์‹ ๋งŒ์˜ ๋ฐฑ๋งˆ ํƒ„ ์™•์ž๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์†Œ๋…€์˜€์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ์–ผ๋งˆ ์žˆ์ง€ ์•Š์œผ๋ฉด ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ์„ ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋  ๊ฒƒ์ด๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์ด ๊ด€๊ณ„๋ฅผ ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์ด์–ด๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ํ–‰๋ณตํ•œ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ ์ƒํ™œ์— ๋ผ์–ด๋“œ๋Š” ์ œ3์ž๊ฐ€ ๋˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์„ ๋ฟ๋”๋Ÿฌ, ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์˜ ์†๊ฐ€๋ฝ์งˆ์„ ๋ฐ›๋Š” ์ •๋ถ€๋Š” ๋”๋”์šฑ ์‹ซ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์ด์–ด๊ฐˆ ๊ด€๊ณ„๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ๊ณ  ํŒ๋‹จํ–ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ, ๊ทธ๋…€ ์†์œผ๋กœ ์ง์ ‘ ์ด ๊ด€๊ณ„๋ฅผ ๋Š์–ด ๋‚ด์•ผ๋งŒ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„๋ฌด ์“ธ๋ชจ ์—†๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋น„์ฐธํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ฒ„๋ ค์ง€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๋ณด๋‹ค ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๋จผ์ € ๋– ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋” ๋‚˜์€ ๊ฑด ์‚ฌ์‹ค์ด๋‹ˆ. ์‹œ์„ ์„ ๊ฑฐ๋‘์–ด๋“ค์ธ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ€๋ฐฉ์„ ์ฑ™๊ธฐ๊ณ  ๋ฏธ๋ฆฌ ์ค€๋น„ํ•œ ์—ฌ๋ฒŒ ์˜ท์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐˆ์•„์ž…์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ๊ณผ ๋งŒ๋‚  ๋•Œ๋งˆ๋‹ค ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์—ฌ๋ถ„์˜ ์˜ท์„ ์ค€๋น„ํ•˜๊ณค ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ€๋ฐฉ์— ์†์„ ๋ป—์€ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ์—ฌ๋ถ„์˜ ์˜ท์„ ๊บผ๋‚ด๊ธฐ๋„ ์ „์— ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์†๋ชฉ์„ ์„ธ๊ฒŒ ์›€์ผœ์žก์•˜๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ๋›ฐ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋А๊ผˆ๋‹ค. ""๋‚ด์ผ ๋งž์„  ์ทจ์†Œํ•ด."" ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์ž… ๋ฐ–์œผ๋กœ ๊บผ๋‚ธ ๊ฑด ๋ถ€ํƒ์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ๋ช…๋ น์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„๋ฌด ํž˜๋„ ๋‚จ์ง€ ์•Š์€ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์†์„ ๊ฝ‰ ๋ถ™์žก๊ณ  ์ง€๋‚œ 3๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ ํ•œ ๋ง ์ค‘ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ์šฉ๊ธฐ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ง์„ ๋‚ด๋ฑ‰์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ฒฐํ˜ผ... ์ทจ์†Œํ• ๊ฑด๊ฐ€์š”?" ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ๋งŒ ํ—ˆ๋ฝํ•œ๋‹ค๋ฉด, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ํ‰์ƒ ๊ทธ์˜ ๊ณ์— ๋จธ๋ฌผ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿด ์ˆ˜๋งŒ ์žˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ํ–‰๋ณตํ• ๊นŒ. ๋‹จ, ์ •๋ถ€์˜ ์ž๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ์šฉ๋‚ฉํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์ด ์•„์ฃผ ์ž ๊น ์–ผ์–ด๋ถ™์€ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™๋”๋‹ˆ ๋‚ฎ๊ฒŒ ์‹ค์†Œ๋ฅผ ํ„ฐ๋œจ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์›ƒ์Œ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์–ด์ฐŒ๋‚˜ ์Œ€์Œ€๋งž์•˜๋˜์ง€, ๋‘ ๋ˆˆ ๊ฐ€๋“ ์ƒˆ์–ด ๋‚˜์˜ค๋Š” ํ•œ๊ธฐ์— ๋‹น์žฅ์ด๋ผ๋„ ์˜คํ•œ์ด ๋“ค ์ •๋„์˜€๋‹ค. "์„  ๋„˜์—ˆ์–ด." ๊ณง์ด์–ด ์†์‚ญ์ด๋“ฏ์ด ๋“ค๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์— ๋ชจ๋“  ํฌ๋ง์ด ์™€์žฅ์ฐฝ ๋ถ€์„œ์กŒ๋‹ค. ๋ฌผ๋ก , ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์ž์‹ ์„ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ผ๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์„ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ๋ณด๋‹ค ์ž˜ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์œผ๋ฉด์„œ๋„ ๋ง์ด๋‹ค. ๋˜๋‹ค์‹œ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ˆˆ๊ธธ์„ ํ”ผํ•œ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์„ ๋”ฐ๋ผ ์›ƒ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ทธ ์›ƒ์Œ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋งˆ์ € ์ž์‹ ์„ ๋น„์›ƒ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์€ ๋А๋‚Œ์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๋Œ€ํ‘œ๋‹˜, ์ €๋Š” ๋‚ด์ผ ์—ฐ์ฐจ ์‚ฌ์šฉํ•  ์˜ˆ์ •์ด๋‹ˆ ์ œ๊ฐ€ ์‹ ์ฒญํ•œ ์—ฐ์ฐจ ๊ฑฐ์ ˆํ•˜์ง€ ๋งˆ์‹œ๊ธฐ ๋ฐ”๋ž๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฒ•์ ์œผ๋กœ ์ •ํ•œ ์—ฐ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์‚ฌ์šฉํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๊ฑฐ์ ˆํ•  ์ด์œ ๋„ ์—†๊ฒ ์ฃ ?" ๊ฑฐ์น ๊ฒŒ ์ผ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ง„ ๊ทธ์˜ ์ด๋ชฉ๊ตฌ๋น„๊ฐ€ ํ™”๋‚ฌ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์ฆ๋ช…ํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ๋Œ€๋กœ ๊พน ์–ต๋ˆŒ๋ €๋‹ค. ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ์ฃผ์œ„์—๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ง ํ•œ๋งˆ๋””์— ์ˆœ์‘ํ•˜๊ณ  ํŒŒํŠธ๋„ˆ๋กœ ์ง€๋‚ผ ์—ฌ์ž๋“ค์ด ๋„˜์น˜๊ณ ๋„ ๋‚จ์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ ๊ทธ์˜ ์ง€์‹œ๋ฅผ ๋”ฐ๋ฅด์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ํ•„์š” ์—†์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ํ„ฑ์„ ๋†“์•„์ฃผ๊ณ  ์š•์‹ค๋กœ ํ–ฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ž ์‹œ ํ›„, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์ƒค์›Œ๋ฅผ ๋งˆ์น˜๊ณ  ๋‚˜์˜ค์ž ๋ฐฉ์€ ์ด๋ฏธ ๊น”๋”ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์ •๋ฆฌ๋˜์–ด ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์นจ๋Œ€์—๋Š” 3๋…„ ์ „, ์ž์‹ ์ด ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์—๊ฒŒ ๊ฑด๋„จ ์€ํ–‰ ์นด๋“œ๊ฐ€ ๋†“์—ฌ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด ์นด๋“œ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์ž์‹ ์˜ ํŒŒํŠธ๋„ˆ๋กœ ์ง€๋‚ด๋Š” ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์—๊ฒŒ ์ง€์›ํ•œ ์นด๋“œ์˜€๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ง€๋‚œ 3๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์นด๋“œ์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ˆ ํ•œ ํ‘ผ๋„ ๋‹ค์น˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์ด์œ  ๋ชจ๋ฅผ ์งœ์ฆ๊ณผ ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•จ์ด ๊ฐ€์Šด ๊นŠ์ˆ™ํ•œ ๊ณณ์—์„œ ์น˜๋ฐ€์–ด ์˜ค๋ฅด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋А๊ผˆ๋‹ค. ์ œ2ํ™” ๋งž์„  ํ›„ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ž„์‹  (์ œ2๋ถ€๋ถ„) ๋‹ค์Œ ๋‚  ์•„์นจ 9์‹œ, ์นดํŽ˜. ์ด๋ฒˆ ๋งž์„ ์ด ์ฒซ ๋งž์„ ์€ ์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ์ดํ† ๋ก ์ง„์ง€ํ•œ ํƒœ๋„๋กœ ์ž„ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑด ์ฒ˜์Œ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋งž์€ํŽธ์— ์•‰์€ ๋‚จ์ž๋Š” 36์‚ด์˜ ๋‚˜์ด์— ํ‰๋ฒ”ํ•œ ์ƒ๊น€์ƒˆ์— ์ด์ œ ๋ง‰ ๊ท€๊ตญํ•˜์—ฌ ์ง€๊ธˆ์€ ๋ชจ ์ „์ž ํšŒ์‚ฌ์˜ ์ˆ˜์„ ์—”์ง€๋‹ˆ์–ด๋กœ ๊ทผ๋ฌดํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ง์—…์ƒ ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ง์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์ ๊ณ  ๋‚ด์„ฑ์ ์ธ ์„ฑ๊ฒฉ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ์ด์œ  ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ธ์ง€, ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๋งŒ๋‚˜์„œ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ์ง€๊ธˆ๊นŒ์ง€ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ๋Œ€ํ™”์˜ ์ฃผ๋„๊ถŒ์„ ์žฅ์•…ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ด๋จธ๋‹ˆ์ธ ์œ ๋ฏธ์›์˜ ์š”๊ตฌ๋Œ€๋กœ ์˜ˆ๋‹จ๊ณผ ์˜ˆ๋ฌผ์„ ๋น„๋กฏํ•ด, ์‹ ํ˜ผ ์ง‘๊ณผ ์ž๋™์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์š”๊ตฌํ–ˆ๊ณ  ๋‚จ์ž๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์š”๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ๋ชจ๋‘ ๋งŒ์กฑ์‹œ์ผœ ์ค„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋” ์ด์ƒ ๊ฑฐ์ ˆํ•  ์ด์œ ๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋งˆ์Œ์ด ๊ณตํ—ˆํ•ด์ง€๋ฉฐ ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ๋ป๊ทผํ•ด์ง€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋А๊ผˆ๋‹ค. ์•„์นจ ์ผ์ฐ ์ง‘์„ ๋‚˜์„ค ๋•Œ, ์œ ๋ฏธ์›์ด ์ž์ƒํ•˜๊ณ ๋„ ์ƒ๋ƒฅํ•œ ๋ชจ์Šต์œผ๋กœ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋ฐฐ์›…ํ•ด ์ฃผ๋˜ ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ด๋จธ๋‹ˆ๋Š” ์ด์ œ ์ดˆ๋“ฑํ•™๊ต 5ํ•™๋…„ ๋‚จ๋™์ƒ์˜ ๋“ฑ๊ต ์ค€๋น„๋ฅผ ๋„์™€์ฃผ๋ฉด์„œ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์—๊ฒŒ ๋งž์„ ์—์„œ ์ฃผ์˜ํ•ด์•ผ ํ•  ๋ง๊ณผ ๋ฐ˜๋“œ์‹œ ์ œ๊ธฐํ•ด์•ผ ํ•  ์š”๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ์ƒ๊ธฐ์‹œ์ผœ ์ฃผ๋ฉฐ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ์˜ ์ข‹์€ ์ ์— ๋Œ€ํ•˜์—ฌ ๊ฐ•์กฐํ•˜๊ณ  ๋˜ ๊ฐ•์กฐํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฌด์—‡๋ณด๋‹ค๋„ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์—๊ฒŒ ์˜ˆ๋‹จ ์˜ˆ๋ฌผ์„ ๋” ๋งŽ์ด ์š”๊ตฌํ•˜๋„๋ก ์ง€์‹œํ–ˆ๊ณ , ๋‚จ๋™์ƒ์˜ ๋Œ€ํ•™ ๋“ฑ๋ก๊ธˆ๊ณผ ์•ž์œผ๋กœ ์ž์‹ ์˜ ๋…ธํ›„์ž๊ธˆ๊นŒ์ง€ ์š”๊ตฌํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์ž”์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋Š˜์–ด๋†“์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ƒ๊ฐ์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ์ž… ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋น„์Šค๋“ฌํžˆ ์˜ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ€๋ฉฐ ์“ด์›ƒ์Œ์„ ์ง€์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ด๋จธ๋‹ˆ ์œ ๋ฏธ์›์€ 6๋ฒˆ์˜ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ์„ ๋ชจ๋‘ ์‹คํŒจํ–ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์„ ๊นŒ๋งฃ๊ฒŒ ์žŠ์–ด๋ฒ„๋ฆฐ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. 2๋…„ ์ „, ์œ ๋ฏธ์›์€ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ 10์‚ด ๋‚จ์ง“ํ•œ ๋‚จ์ž์•„์ด์˜ ์†์„ ์žก๊ณ  ๋‚˜ํƒ€๋‚˜ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ํ• ๋จธ๋‹ˆ๊ฐ€ ์œ ์ผํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋‚จ๊ฒจ๋‘” ๋‚ก์€ ์ง‘ ์•ž์—์„œ ํ†ต๊ณกํ•˜๋ฉฐ 10๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ ์—ฐ๋ฝ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์€ ๋”ธ์—๊ฒŒ ๋‚จ์ž์•„์ด๋ฅผ ํ‚ค์šฐ๋ผ๊ณ  ๊ฐ•์š”ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ€๋” ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ํ•œ๋‹ค. ๋งŒ์•ฝ, ์œ ๋ฏธ์›์ด ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์ƒ๊ฒผ๋Š”์ง€ ๊ธฐ์–ตํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ๋‹ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ์–ด๋จธ๋‹ˆ๋กœ ์ธ์ •ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„๋„ ๋ ๊นŒ? ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ํ˜„์‹ค์€ ๋Š˜ ์ƒ๊ฐ๋Œ€๋กœ ํ˜๋Ÿฌ๊ฐ€์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๊ณ  ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์šด ๋ฏธ๋ž˜๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ฐœ์น™ํ•œ ์ƒ์ƒ๊นŒ์ง€ ๋ฐ•ํƒˆํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ™ ์ˆ˜์ €๋ฅผ ๋ฌผ๊ณ  ํƒœ์–ด๋‚œ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๋‹ค์ด์•„๋ชฌ๋“œ ์ˆ˜์ €๋ฅผ ๋ฌผ๊ณ  ํƒœ์–ด๋‚œ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๊ณ์— ์„œ๊ฒ ๋‹ค๋Š” ์š•์‹ฌ๋„ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๋ง์ด๋‹ค. ์ด๋•Œ, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์ž๋ฆฌ์—์„œ ๋ฒŒ๋–ก ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜๋Š” ์ด์ •ํƒœ์˜ ์›€์ง์ž„ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์— ๋ฒˆ์ฉ ์ •์‹ ์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์ •ํƒœ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋’ค์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€๋ฅผ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ณต์†ํ•œ ์ž์„ธ๋ฅผ ์ทจํ•˜๋ฉฐ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๊นŒ์ง€ ์ˆ™์—ฌ๊ฐ€๋ฉฐ ์ธ์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋„ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ฐ• ๋Œ€ํ‘œ๋‹˜. ์šฐ์—ฐํžˆ ๋งŒ๋‚˜๋‹ˆ ๋” ๋ฐ˜๊ฐ€์šด ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค." ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋’ค์—์„œ ํ’๊ฒจ์˜ค๋Š” ์ต์ˆ™ํ•œ ํ–ฅ์ˆ˜ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋ฎ์ณค๊ณ , ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ธด์žฅํ•œ ๋“ฏ ์ƒ์ฒด๋ฅผ ๊ผฟ๊ผฟ์ด ์„ธ์› ๋‹ค. ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋“ค์ž ๋ธ”๋ž™ํ™€์ด๋ผ๋„ ์ˆจ๊ฒจ ๋†“์€ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์€ ์–ด๋‘์šด ๋ˆˆ๋™์ž๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ์ฃผ์‹œํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ  ๊ธด์žฅ๊ฐ์— ๋‹น์žฅ์ด๋ผ๋„ ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ์ž… ๋ฐ–์— ํŠ€์–ด๋‚˜์˜ฌ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์™œ ์ด ์‹œ๊ฐ„์— ์ด๊ณณ์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฑธ๊นŒ? ์นดํŽ˜์—์„œ ํŒ๋งคํ•˜๋Š” ์ปคํ”ผ๋Š” ์ž…์— ๋Œ€์ง€๋„ ์•Š์•„ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ๋งˆ์‹œ๋Š” ๋ชจ๋“  ์ปคํ”ผ๋Š” ๋‹ค ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ์ง์ ‘ ๋งŒ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. "๋„ค, ์•ˆ๋…•ํ•˜์„ธ์š”." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์—๊ฒŒ์„œ ์‹œ์„ ์„ ๊ฑฐ๋‘์–ด๋“ค์ธ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์ด์ •ํƒœ๋ฅผ ํ–ฅํ•ด ์ž‘๊ฒŒ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์ธ ๋‹ค์Œ ์นด์šดํ„ฐ๋กœ ํ–ฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์ด์ •ํƒœ๊ฐ€ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์ธ์ง€ ์ „ํ˜€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋Š” ๋ˆˆ์น˜์˜€์ง€๋งŒ, ์ด์ •ํƒœ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์ž๊ธฐ ์ธ์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›์•„์คฌ๋‹ค๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์— ๋งŒ์กฑํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ณง๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ด์ •ํƒœ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ํ•ด์™ธ์—์„œ ์œ ํ•™ ๊ธฐ๊ฐ„ ๋™์•ˆ ์ถœ๊ฐ„ํ–ˆ๋˜ ๋…ผ๋ฌธ์— ๋Œ€ํ•ด ๊ทน์ฐฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์ •ํƒœ๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ์กด๊ฒฝ์‹ฌ์€ ํ•˜๋Š˜๋กœ ์น˜์†Ÿ์„ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๊ณ , ๋“ค์œผ๋ฉด ๋“ค์„์ˆ˜๋ก ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์ˆ˜์น˜์‹ฌ์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์ด์ •ํƒœ๊ฐ€ ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ง์„ ๋“ฃ์ง€ ์•Š๊ธธ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ฉฐ ์นด์šดํ„ฐ ๋ฐฉํ–ฅ์„ ๋Œ์•„๋ณด์ž ๋‹คํ–‰ํžˆ๋„ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ํ†ตํ™” ์ค‘์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ทธ๋ž˜." ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ํ‰์†Œ๋‹ต์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒŒ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฌ์šด ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋กœ ํ†ตํ™”๋ฅผ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๋„ˆ๋งŒ ์ข‹์œผ๋ฉด ๋ผ. ์ด๋”ฐ ๋ด." ํ†ตํ™”๋ฅผ ๋งˆ์นœ ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ฝ”์ฝ”๋„› ๋ฐ€ํฌ๋ฅผ ํฌ์žฅํ•˜๊ณ  ์นดํŽ˜๋ฅผ ๋น ์ ธ๋‚˜๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ์ฝ”์ฝ”๋„› ๋ฐ€ํฌ๋ฅผ ๋งˆ์‹œ๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์€ ์ฃผ๋กœ ์—ฌ์ž ๊ณ ๊ฐ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์•ฝํ˜ผ์ž๋ฅผ ์œ„ํ•ด ์ง์ ‘ ์นดํŽ˜๊นŒ์ง€ ์˜จ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์•„๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ๋А๋‚Œ์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์ด์ •ํƒœ๊ฐ€ ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ง์— ์ง‘์ค‘ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งž์„ ์ด ๋๋‚  ๋ฌด๋ ต, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‹ค์Œ์„ ๊ธฐ์•ฝํ•˜๋Š” ์ด์ •ํƒœ์˜ ๋ง์— ์ ์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒŒ ๋†€๋ž๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ ๋” ๋งŒ๋‚˜๋ณด๊ธฐ๋กœ ๊ฒฐ์ •ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋˜ ์ค‘, ์ด์ •ํƒœ๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์ „ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›๋”๋‹ˆ ํšŒ์‚ฌ์— ๊ธ‰ํ•œ ์ผ์ด ์ƒ๊ฒจ ์ง€๊ธˆ ๋‹น์žฅ ๋Œ์•„๊ฐ€ ๋ด์•ผ ํ•œ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์ •ํƒœ๋Š” ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์—๊ฒŒ ์—ฐ์‹  ์‚ฌ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋„ค๊ณ  ๋‹ค์Œ์— ๋งŒ๋‚  ์•ฝ์†๊นŒ์ง€ ๋ฏธ๋ฆฌ ์žก์€ ํ›„ ์นดํŽ˜๋ฅผ ๋‚˜์„ฐ๋‹ค. ์ž ์‹œ ํ›„, ์นดํŽ˜๋ฅผ ๋‚˜์„  ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋„ ํƒ์‹œ์— ์˜ฌ๋ผํƒ€๊ณ  ์ง‘์œผ๋กœ ํ–ฅํ•  ์ค€๋น„๋ฅผ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„์นจ์„ ๋จน์ง€ ์•Š์€ ์›์ธ์ผ๊นŒ, ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ฉด ๋นˆ์†์— ์ปคํ”ผ๋ฅผ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋งŽ์ด ๋งˆ์‹  ํƒ“์ผ๊นŒ. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์ฐจ์— ์˜ค๋ฅด์ž๋งˆ์ž ์†์ด ๋ฉ”์Šฅ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๊ณ  ์ฐธ์œผ๋ ค๊ณ  ์• ๋ฅผ ์ผ์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ์‹คํŒจํ•˜๊ณ  ๋ง์•˜๋‹ค. "๊ธฐ์‚ฌ๋‹˜, ์ฐจ ์ข€ ์„ธ์›Œ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”..." ๋ง์„ ๋งˆ์น˜๊ธฐ๋„ ์ „์— ํ—›๊ตฌ์—ญ์งˆ์ด ๋จผ์ € ๋‚˜์˜ค์ž ์ฐจ์— ๋งˆ๋ จ๋˜์–ด ์žˆ๋Š” ์“ฐ๋ ˆ๊ธฐ๋ด‰ํˆฌ๋ฅผ ์ง‘์–ด ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ˆ™์˜€๋‹ค. ๊ธธ๊ฐ€์— ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์„ธ์šด ํƒ์‹œ ๊ธฐ์‚ฌ๋‹˜์€ ์ž๋‘ ํ•œ ๋ด‰์ง€๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋„ค๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ธˆ๋ฐฉ ์ž„์‹ ํ•˜๋ฉด ๋‹ค๋“ค ๊ทธ๋ž˜์š”. ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์•„๋‚ด๋„ ์•„๊ฐ€์”จ๋ž‘ ์ฆ์ƒ์ด ๋˜‘๊ฐ™์•˜์–ด์š”. ์‹ ๋ง›์ด ๊ฐ•ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ณผ์ผ์„ ๋จน์œผ๋ฉด ์กฐ๊ธˆ ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์•„์งˆ ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ์–ด์š”. ์ฒซ 4๊ฐœ์›” ๋™์•ˆ์€ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํž˜๋“ค ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”. ๊ทธ ์‹œ๊ธฐ๋งŒ ์ง€๋‚˜๋ฉด ์ž ๋„ ์ž˜ ์ž๊ณ  ๋ฐฅ๋„ ์˜ˆ์ „์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋จน์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”." ํƒ์‹œ ๊ธฐ์‚ฌ๋‹˜์˜ ๋ง์„ ๋“ฃ๊ณ  ๋‚˜์„œ์•ผ ์ƒ๋ฆฌ ์ฃผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ณ„์‚ฐํ•˜๋˜ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊นœ์ง ๋†€๋ž๋‹ค. ์ƒ๋ฆฌ ์˜ˆ์ •์ผ์ด ์ด๋ฏธ ์ผ์ฃผ์ผ์ด๋‚˜ ์ง€๋‚œ ์ƒํ™ฉ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ, ๊ทธ๋Ÿด ๋ฆฌ ์—†์–ด... ์•ฝ์„ ๋น ์ง์—†์ด ์ž˜ ์ฑ™๊ฒจ ๋จน์—ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ... ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์ฐ๋ฌผ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋ฐ€๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ๊ธฐ์–ต์— ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋‹ค์‹œ ์ž๋ฆฌ์— ์–ผ์–ด๋ถ™๊ณ  ๋ง์•˜๋‹ค. ์ •ํ™•ํžˆ 3์ฃผ์ผ ์ „, ๋‹ค์Œ ๋‚ , ์•„์นจ ์ผ์ฐ ์•ฝ๊ตญ์— ๋“ค๋Ÿฌ ํ”ผ์ž„์•ฝ์„ ์‚ฌ๋ ค ํ–ˆ์œผ๋‚˜ ์œ ๋ฏธ์›์ด ๋„๋ฐ• ํ˜์˜๋กœ ์ฒดํฌ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ์ „ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›๊ณ  ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ํ™”๊ฐ€ ์น˜๋ฐ€์—ˆ๋˜ ๋‚˜๋จธ์ง€ ํ”ผ์ž„์•ฝ์„ ๊นŒ๋งฃ๊ฒŒ ์žŠ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋˜ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ๋‹ค์‹œ ๊ธฐ์–ต๋‚ฌ์„ ๋•, ์ด๋ฏธ ์•ฝ์„ ๋ณต์šฉํ•ด์•ผ ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ธฐํ•œ์ด ํ›Œ์ฉ ์ง€๋‚˜๋ฒ„๋ฆฐ ํ›„์˜€๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ€๋งŒํžˆ ์†์„ ์˜ฌ๋ ค ๋ณต๋ถ€๋ฅผ ์“ฐ๋‹ค๋“ฌ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งž์„ ์„ ๋ณด์ž๋งˆ์ž ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ์•„์ด๋ฅผ ์ž„์‹ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์„ ์•Œ๊ฒŒ ๋  ํ™•๋ฅ ์€ ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ๋ ๊นŒ? ์ œ3ํ™” ์ž„์‹ ํ–ˆ์–ด ์‹œ๋‚ด ํ•œ ๋ณ‘์›, ์ ‘์ˆ˜์ฆ์„ ์†์— ์ฅ” ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ์‚ฐ๋ถ€์ธ๊ณผ ๋ณต๋„์—์„œ ์ค„์„ ์„œ๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋ฐœ๊ฑธ์Œ์„ ์˜ฎ๊ธฐ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ชจํ‰์ด๋ฅผ ๋Œ์ž ๋ถˆ๊ณผ ๋ช‡ ๋ฏธํ„ฐ๋ฐ–์— ๋–จ์–ด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š์€ ๊ณณ์—์„œ ์ต์ˆ™ํ•œ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์ž๋ฅผ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งŽ์€ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ์˜ค๊ฐ€๋Š” ๋ณ‘์› ๋กœ๋น„์—์„œ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ํ˜•์ฒด๋งŒ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋„ ๋‹จ๋ฒˆ์— ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์—ญ์‚ผ๊ฐํ˜• ๋ชธ๋งค์— ์–ด์šธ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋งž์ถค ์ •์žฅ์€ ๋‚จ์ž์™€ ์™„๋ฒฝํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งค์น˜๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์กฐ๊ธˆ ์ „ ์นดํŽ˜์—์„œ ํฌ์žฅํ•œ ์ฝ”์ฝ”๋„› ๋ฐ€ํฌ๋ฅผ ๊ณ์— ์„  ์—ฌ์ž์—๊ฒŒ ๊ฑด๋„ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์†์— ๋ผ์›Œ์ง„ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๊ฐ€ ๋ณ‘์› ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ์— ๋ฐ˜์‚ฌ๋˜๋Š” ํ–‡์‚ด์„ ๋งž์•„ ์œ ๋‚œํžˆ ๋ˆˆ๋ถ€์‹œ๊ฒŒ ๋น›๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์•„๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ๋А๋‚Œ์„ ์• ์จ ๋ˆ„๋ฅธ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์‹œ์„ ์„ ํ”ผํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒ ๋‹ค๊ณ  ์Šค์Šค๋กœ ๋‹ค์งํ•˜๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๊ณ์— ๋‹น๋‹นํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์„  ์—ฌ์ž์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ํ™•์ธํ•˜๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋˜‘๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋–ด๋‹ค. ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ด๋•Œ, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋Œ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ฐฉํ–ฅ์„ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ณด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งˆ์ฃผ์นœ ๋‘ ๋ˆˆ ์‚ฌ์ด๋กœ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์— ๋ถˆ์พŒํ•œ ๊ธฐ์ƒ‰์ด ์Šค์ณ ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์• ์จ ๋ฏธ์†Œ ์ง€์€ ์–ผ๊ตด๋กœ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์˜€๋‹ค. ์ง€๊ธˆ ์ด ์ˆœ๊ฐ„์˜ ๋งŒ๋‚จ์ด ๋‹จ์ˆœํ•œ ์šฐ์—ฐ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ์น˜๋ถ€ํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋˜๋‹ค์‹œ ๋ฐ€๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ํ—›๊ตฌ์—ญ์งˆ์— ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ํ™ฉ๊ธ‰ํžˆ ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค๋กœ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ”๊ณ  ์†์„ ๋ชจ๋‘ ๋น„์›Œ๋‚ด๊ณ  ๋‚˜์„œ์•ผ ์ˆจ์„ ๊ณ ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ์‰ด ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค๋กœ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค์˜ฌ ๋•Œ, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ๊ณผ ๊ทธ์˜ ์•ฝํ˜ผ๋…€ ๋’ค์— ๋†“์ธ ํ‘œ์ง€ํŒ์— ์ ํžŒ ๊ธ€์”จ๋ฅผ ๋˜‘๋˜‘ํžˆ ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค. ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๋‚˜์˜จ ๊ณณ์€ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์‚ฐ์ „ ๊ฒ€์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›๋Š” ๊ณณ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ์•„๋งˆ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ ์ „๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ๊ณ„ํšํ•  ์•„์ด๋ฅผ ์œ„ํ•ด ๊ฒ€์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›์œผ๋Ÿฌ ์˜จ ๊ฒƒ์ด๊ฒ ์ง€. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์ผ๋ถ€๋Ÿฌ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์„ ๋‚ด์–ด ๋ณ‘์›์— ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธํ–ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค๊ณผ ์นดํŽ˜์— ๋“ค๋Ÿฌ ์ง์ ‘ ์ฝ”์ฝ”๋„› ๋ฐ€ํฌ๋ฅผ ํฌ์žฅํ•œ ๊ฒƒ๊นŒ์ง€ ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜์ž ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋˜๋‹ค์‹œ ๋งˆ์Œ์ด ์“ธ์“ธํ•ด ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋А๊ผˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฌผ๋ก  ๊ทธ์˜ ์•„๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋  ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์—๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๋ชจ๋“  ์• ์ •๊ณผ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์„ ์Ÿ์•„๋ถ€์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์ผ๊ฑฐ์ˆ˜์ผํˆฌ์กฑ์ด ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋Œ€ํ–ˆ๋˜ ๋ฐฉ์‹๊ณผ๋Š” ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋น„๊ต๊ฐ€ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์™€ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ๋ฐฐ๋“œ ํŒŒํŠธ๋„ˆ๋กœ ์ง€๋ƒˆ๋˜ ์ง€๋‚œ 3๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์Œ์‹์„ ์ฆ๊ฒจ ๋จน๊ณ  ๋ฌด์—‡์„ ์ข‹์•„ํ•˜๋Š”์ง€ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€๋„ ์˜์‹ฌ์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์ œ ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์‹ ๊ฒฝ ์“ฐ์ง€ ์•Š์•„๋„ ๋  ๋ฌธ์ œ์— ๋Œ€ํ•ด ๊นŠ์ด ์ƒ๊ฐํ•  ์‹œ๊ฐ„๋„ ์—๋„ˆ์ง€๋„ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์šธ ์†์— ๋น„์นœ ์ดˆ์ทŒํ•œ ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ๋šซ์–ด์ง€๊ฒŒ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ณด๊ณ  ์‹ฌํ˜ธํก์„ ํ•˜๋”๋‹ˆ ํ‹ฐ์Šˆ๋กœ ์ž… ์ฃผ์œ„๋ฅผ ๋‹ฆ๊ณ  ๋‚˜์„œ์•ผ ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค ๋ฌธ์„ ์—ด๊ณ  ๋‚˜์™”๋‹ค. ๋ฌธ์„ ์—ด์ž๋งˆ์ž ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์„ธ๋ฉด๋Œ€ ์˜†์— ๊ธฐ๋Œ€์–ด ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ–ˆ๊ณ  ๋ฏธ๊ฐ„์„ ๊นŠ๊ฒŒ ์ฐŒํ‘ธ๋ฆฐ ๊ทธ์˜ ์†๊ฐ€๋ฝ ์‚ฌ์ด์— ๋ถˆ์„ ๋ถ™์ธ ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์ด ๊ณณ์˜ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๊ฐ€ ๋งˆ์Œ์— ๋“ค์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ์„ค๋งˆ, ๊ทธ์˜ ์•ฝํ˜ผ๋…€๋„ ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฑธ๊นŒ? ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ํ‘น ์ˆ™์ด๊ณ  ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋ณด์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ ์ฒ™ ์—ฐ๊ธฐํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋ณ‘์› ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค์˜ ์„ธ๋ฉด๋Œ€๋Š” ํ•œ ์ค„๋กœ ๋†“์—ฌ ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ  ์†์„ ์”ป์œผ๋ ค๋ฉด ๋ฐ˜๋“œ์‹œ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๊ณ์„ ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ€์•ผ๋งŒ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์†์„ ์”ป์„์ง€ ๋ง์ง€ ๊ณ ๋ฏผํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์ฐจ๊ฐ€์šด ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ค์™”๋‹ค. "์ž„์‹ ํ–ˆ์–ด?" ์งง์€ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ฌผ์Œ ํ•œ ๋งˆ๋””์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์„ ๋œฉํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๋ ค์•‰์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ฐ˜์‘์„ ์œ ์‹ฌํžˆ ๊ด€์ฐฐํ•˜๋˜ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๋Œ€๋‹ต์„ ๋“ฃ์ง€ ์•Š์•„๋„ ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๋Œ€๋‹ตํ•ด!" ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ํ–ฅํ•ด ํ•œ ๊ฑธ์Œ ํ•œ ๊ฑธ์Œ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์™”๊ณ , ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์ข์•„์งˆ์ˆ˜๋ก ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ๋”์šฑ ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ๋›ฐ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋А๋‚„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹น์žฅ์ด๋ผ๋„ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ชฉ์„ ์›€์ผœ์ฅ˜ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์€ ๊ธฐ์„ธ์™€ ํ™”๋‚œ ๋ˆˆ๋น›. ๋งŒ์•ฝ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์ž„์‹ ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์ด ์‚ฌ์‹ค์ด๋ผ๋ฉด, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ์ˆ˜์ˆ ์‹ค๋กœ. "์•„๋‹ˆ์š”." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ผฟ๊ผฟ์ด ํŽด๊ณ  ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋‘ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋˜‘๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. "๋ฐฐํƒˆ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ์•ฝ ๋ฐ›์œผ๋Ÿฌ ์™”์–ด์š”." "๊ทธ๋ž˜? ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์†Œํ™” ๋‚ด๊ณผ๋Š” ์—ฌ๊ธฐ ์—†๋Š”๋ฐ?" ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ง์„ ๋ฏฟ์ง€ ์•Š๋Š”๋‹ค๋Š” ๋“ฏ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊ฐ€๋Š˜๊ฒŒ ๋œจ๊ณ  ์ถ”๊ถํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์—๋Š” ์“ธ์“ธํ•œ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋งŒ ๋ฒˆ์งˆ ๋ฟ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์ž„์‹ ์ด ๋Œ€์ฒด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ์‹ซ์€ ๊ฑธ๊นŒ? "์ด๊ณณ ์—˜๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํ„ฐ์—๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ์ ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ์š”. ์ œ๊ฐ€ ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ง์„ ๋ฏฟ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋ฉด, ๋Œ€ํ‘œ๋‹˜๊ป˜์„œ ์ €์™€ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์‚ฐ๋ถ€์ธ๊ณผ ์ง„์ฐฐ์„ ๋ฐ›์œผ๋ฉด ๋˜๊ฒ ๋„ค์š”." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ํ™•์‹ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์กด์žฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ์•ฝํ˜ผ๋…€์—๊ฒŒ ์•Œ๋ฆฌ์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ์˜ˆ์ƒ๋Œ€๋กœ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์‹ค์†Œ๋ฅผ ํ„ฐ๋œจ๋ฆฌ๋”๋‹ˆ ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ์ฅ” ์†์œผ๋กœ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ํ„ฑ์„ ์›€์ผœ์žก์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์—„์ง€์†๊ฐ€๋ฝ์ด ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์ž…์ˆ ์„ ํ›‘์„ ๋•Œ ๋œจ๊ฑฐ์šด ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์•ž์œผ๋กœ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์™”๊ณ , ์ž๋ฆฌ์— ์–ผ์–ด๋ถ™์€ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์–ผ๊ตด์— ํ‰์ด ์งˆ๊นŒ ๋‘๋ ค์› ๋‹ค. "๋งŒ์•ฝ ์ง€๊ธˆ ๋‚ด ์•ž์—์„œ ํ•œ ๋ง์ด ๊ฑฐ์ง“๋ง์ด๋ผ๋ฉด, ๊ทธ ์ƒ์‘ํ•œ ๋Œ€๊ฐ€๋ฅผ ์น˜๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ๋  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ. ์ฐฉํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๊ตด์–ด์•ผ์ง€. ๋‚ด์ผ ์ถœ๊ทผํ•ด." ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์น ๊ฒŒ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ํ„ฑ์„ ๋†“์•„ ์ฃผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์†์ด ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ์Šค์ณ ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐˆ ๋•Œ, ํฌ๋ฏธํ•œ ํ–ฅ์ˆ˜ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๊ฐ€ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ์ฝ”๋ฅผ ์ฐ”๋ €๋‹ค. ๋‚ฏ์„  ํ–ฅ์ˆ˜ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์•„๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ๊ฐ€์Šด์„ ์›€์ผœ์žก์•˜๋‹ค. 3๋…„์ด๋ผ๋Š” ์‹œ๊ฐ„ ๋™์•ˆ, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ๋ฌด์—‡์„ ์‹ซ์–ดํ•˜๋Š”์ง€ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ๋ณด๋‹ค ์ž˜ ํŒŒ์•…ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์—ฌ์ž ํ–ฅ์ˆ˜ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๋ฅผ ์ œ์ผ ์‹ซ์–ดํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ง€๊ธˆ์€... ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์ฃผ๋จน์„ ์›€์ผœ์ฅ๊ณ  ์ž…์ˆ ์„ ๊ผญ ๊นจ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋ถˆ๊ฐ€๋Šฅํ•œ ๊ฑด ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹จ์ง€ ๊ทธ ๊ทœ์น™์„ ์–ด๊ธธ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค๋งŒ ๊ฐ€๋Šฅํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์ผ ๋ฟ. ๋ฉ€์–ด์ง€๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋’ท๋ชจ์Šต์„ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ฒฐ์‹ฌํ•œ ๋“ฏ ์ž…์„ ์—ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๋Œ€ํ‘œ๋‹˜, ์ € ํ‡ด์‚ฌํ•˜๊ฒ ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค." ๋ช‡ ๋ฐœ์ง ๋–ผ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ์ž๋ฆฌ์— ๋ฉˆ์ถฐ ์„œ๋”๋‹ˆ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋Œ์•„๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋˜๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๋ฐฉ๊ธˆ ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ?" "ํ‡ด์‚ฌํ•˜๊ฒ ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์ด๋ฒˆ์—” ์ข€ ๋” ์ฐจ๋ถ„ํ•˜๊ณ  ํ™•๊ณ ํ•œ ํƒœ๋„๋กœ ๊ฐ™์€ ๋ง์„ ๋ฐ˜๋ณตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ์ œ์•ผ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ๋˜‘๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ดค๊ณ  ์ž…์ˆ ์—๋Š” ๋น„์•„๋ƒฅ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋“ฏํ•œ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๊ฐ€ ๊ฑธ๋ ค ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "ํ˜„๋ชจ์–‘์ฒ˜๊ฐ€ ๋  ์ƒ๊ฐ์ด์•ผ?" ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‹ด๋‹ดํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์„ค๋ช…ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. "ํ˜„๋ชจ์–‘์ฒ˜๋„ ๋‚˜์˜์ง€ ์•Š๋„ค์š”. ๋งž์„  ์ƒ๋Œ€๊ฐ€ ์˜ค๋Š˜ ์ €์™€ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ๊นŒ์ง€ ์•ฝ์†ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”." "๊ทธ ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€ ๋งˆ์Œ์— ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด?" ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์••๋ฐ•์ ์ด์—ˆ๊ณ  ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ์–ผ์–ด๋ถ™๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. ์•„์ฃผ ์ž ๊น์ด๋‚˜๋งˆ ์ž์‹ ์ด ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๊ณผ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผํ•œ๋‹ค๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์— ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ฏฟ์„ ๋ป”ํ–ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ. "๊ทธ ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€ ๋„ ๋งŒ์กฑํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„?" ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋ง์„ ํ•˜๋ฉด ํ• ์ˆ˜๋ก ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์—๋Š” ๋น„์›ƒ์Œ์ด ํ•œ๊ฐ€๋“ ๋ฌป์–ด๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. "๊ทธ ๋‚จ์ž, ๋‚˜๋„ ์ž˜ ์•„๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด์•ผ. ๋„ˆ๋ž‘์€ ์–ด์šธ๋ฆฌ์ง€ ์•Š์•„. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ์ตœ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋๋‚ด." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์•„๋ฌด๋ ‡์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒŒ ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ์žฌ๋–จ์ด์— ๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๊ฐ€๋งŒํžˆ ์ง€์ผœ๋ดค๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ๋งํˆฌ๋Š” ํšŒ์‚ฌ์—์„œ ์—…๋ฌด๋ฅผ ๋งก๊ธธ ๋•Œ์™€ ๋‹ค๋ฆ„์—†์ด ๋‹ด๋‹ดํ•˜๊ณ ๋„ ํ‰์˜จํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์˜ˆ์ „์˜ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜€๋‹ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ์ € ๋ฌต๋ฌตํžˆ ๊ทธ์˜ ์ง€์‹œ๋ฅผ ๋”ฐ๋ž์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ, ์ง€๊ธˆ์€ ๋” ์ด์ƒ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์ž์กด์‹ฌ๋„ ๋ฌต์‚ดํ•˜๋Š” ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ๋ฐœ์— ์ง“๋ฐŸํ˜€ ํ˜•์ฒด๋„ ์•Œ์•„๋ณผ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๊ฒŒ ๋ณ€ํ•˜๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์ด ์‹ซ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์šฉ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋‚ธ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ๋งํˆฌ๋ฅผ ํ‰๋‚ด ๋‚ด๋ฉฐ ๋น„์•„๋ƒฅ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ์˜…์€ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๊นŒ์ง€ ์ง€์œผ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋‘ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋˜‘๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ดค๋‹ค. "ํ•œ๋ฒˆ ๋„์ „ํ•ด ๋ณด๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด์š”. ๋ˆ„๊ฐ€ ์•Œ์•„์š”? ์˜์™ธ๋กœ ์†๊ถํ•ฉ์ด ์ž˜ ๋งž์„์ง€." ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์„ธ๋ฉด๋Œ€์—์„œ ๋Œ€์ถฉ ์†์„ ์”ป์€ ๋’ค, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์„ ๊ฑฐ๋“ค๋– ๋ณด์ง€๋„ ์•Š๊ณ  ๋ฉ€์–ด์ ธ ๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ๋ณ‘์› ๊ฑด๋ฌผ์„ ๋‚˜์„œ๋Š” ์ˆœ๊ฐ„๊นŒ์ง€ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋–จ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์†์„ ์ฃผ์ฒดํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋‘๋ ค์› ๋˜ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์‚ฐ๋ถ€์ธ๊ณผ ๊ฒ€์‚ฌ๋„ ๋ฐ›์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋น„์„œ๊ฐ€ ๋œ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‹จ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ๋„ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ง์„ ๋ฐ˜๋ฐ•ํ•˜๊ฑฐ๋‚˜ ๋ง๋Œ€๊พธํ•œ ์ ์ด ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์˜ค๋Š˜์ด ์ฒ˜์Œ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ž์‹ ์˜ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ํ–‰๋™์ด ์–ด๋–ค ํ›„๊ณผ๋ฅผ ์ดˆ๋ž˜ํ•  ์ง€ ๋ชฐ๋ž๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ํ•œ ๊ฐ€์ง€๋งŒ์€ ํ™•์‹คํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ง€๊ธˆ ๋‹น์žฅ ํšŒ์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋งŒ๋‘๊ณ  ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ๊ณผ ์ตœ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๋ฉ€๋ฆฌ ๋–จ์–ด์ ธ ์ง€๋‚ด์•ผ ํ•œ๋‹ค. ์˜์›ํžˆ ์ง€๋‚  ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋˜ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ์ง€๋‚˜๊ณ  ๋‹ค์Œ ๋‚  ์•„์นจ์ด ์ฐพ์•„์™”๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์š•์‹ค ๊ฑฐ์šธ ์•ž์—์„œ ์ถœ๊ทผํ• ์ง€ ๋ง์ง€ ํ•œ์ฐธ์„ ๋ง์„ค์˜€๋‹ค. 2์‹œ๊ฐ„ ํ›„, ์†์— ์‚ฌ์ง์„œ๋ฅผ ๋“  ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋ฌด์‹ค ๋ฌธ์„ ์กฐ์‹ฌ์Šค๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ๋…ธํฌํ•˜๊ณ  ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ€ ์ง‘๋ฌด์ฑ…์ƒ ์œ„์— ๊ณต์†ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๋ ค๋†“์•˜๋‹ค. "๋Œ€ํ‘œ๋‹˜, ์‚ฌ์ธํ•ด ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋Š” ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ์‚ฌ์ง์„œ๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๋ฐ€๋ฉฐ ์ •์ค‘ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ์˜ ์•ž์— ๋ฉˆ์ถฐ ์„ค ๋•Œ๊นŒ์ง€ ์„œ๋ฅ˜์—์„œ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋–ผ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋˜ ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์‚ฌ์ง์„œ๋ผ๋Š” ๋ง์— ์›€์ฐ”๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์ง„์งœ ์‚ฌ์ง์„œ๋ฅผ ์ œ์ถœํ•  ์ค„ ๋ชฐ๋ž๋˜ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๋ฏฟ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋‹ค๋Š” ํ‘œ์ •์œผ๋กœ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๋…ธ๋ ค๋ดค๋‹ค. ์ž์‹ ์„ ๋šซ์–ด์ง€๊ฒŒ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋Š” ๊นŠ๊ณ  ๊ฒ€์€ ๋ˆˆ๋™์ž์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋›ฐ๋ฉฐ ๋ชธ์ด ์›€์ฐ”์›€์ฐ”ํ•ด ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋А๊ผˆ๋‹ค. "๊ฒฐ์ •ํ–ˆ์–ด?" ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ฌด๊ฒ์ง€๋„ ๊ฐ€๋ณ์ง€๋„ ์•Š๊ฒŒ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์˜จ๋ชธ์„ ๊ฐ์ŒŒ๋‹ค. "๋„ค. ๊ฒฐ์ •ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋–จ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ถ”๋ฉฐ ์ตœ๋Œ€ํ•œ ์นจ์ฐฉํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ž ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ํ”ผ์‹ ์›ƒ์Œ์„ ํ„ฐ๋œจ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ฒ€์ง€๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋ณ๊ฒŒ ์ฑ…์ƒ์„ ๋‘๋“œ๋ ธ๋‹ค. "์ด๋ฆฌ ์™€." ์ž…์ˆ ์„ ๊ผญ ๊นจ๋ฌธ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์ž๋ฆฌ์—์„œ ๊ฟˆ์ ๋„ ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. "ํ‡ด์‚ฌํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•„?" ๋™์‹œ์— ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์œ„ํ˜‘์ ์ธ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์‚ฌ๋ฌด์‹ค์— ์šธ๋ ธ๊ณ  ์†์œผ๋กœ ๊นŠ์€ ํ•œ์ˆจ์„ ๋‚ด์‰ฐ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฒฝ๊ณ„ ๊ฐ€๋“ํ•œ ๋ชจ์Šต์œผ๋กœ ๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์ด ๋‹ค๊ฐ€๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ์ต์ˆ™ํ•˜๊ณ ๋„ ํฌ๊ทผํ•œ ๊ทธ์˜ ํ–ฅ์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ŒŒ์ง€๋งŒ ์ˆจ ๋ง‰ํžˆ๋Š” ๋А๋‚Œ์€ ์ง€์šธ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ์กฐ์‹ฌ์Šค๋Ÿฌ์šด ๋ชจ์Šต์— ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์ฐธ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๊ณ  ์›ƒ์Œ์„ ํ„ฐ๋œจ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ํ‰์†Œ์—๋„ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋‚ด์–ด ์›ƒ์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ํŽธ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ธฐ๊ปํ•ด์•ผ ์ž… ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๋งŒ ๋น„์Šค๋“ฌํžˆ ์˜ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋งŒ ์ง€์„ ๋ฟ. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ ๊ทธ์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์— ๋ฒˆ์ง„ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ์–ธ์งข์€ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์„ ์„ค๋ช…ํ–ˆ๊ณ  ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์€ ๊ณง ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์˜ฌ ํญํ’์˜ ์ „์•ผ์˜€๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์†๋ชฉ์„ ์›€์ผœ์žก์€ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ๋ˆˆ ๊นœ๋ฐ•ํ•  ์‚ฌ์ด์— ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ์ง‘๋ฌด์ฑ…์ƒ ์œ„์— ๋ˆ„๋ฅด๊ณ  ๊ฐ€๋งŒํžˆ ๋‚ด๋ ค๋‹ค๋ดค๋‹ค. ์ˆ˜๋ฐฑ ์ˆ˜์ฒœ์–ต ๊ทœ๋ชจ์˜ ๊ณ„์•ฝ ์„œ๋ฅ˜๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์— ๋–จ์–ด์กŒ์ง€๋งŒ ์•„๋ฌด๋„ ์‹ ๊ฒฝ ์“ฐ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค...... ...... ==== 3๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋น„์„œ๋กœ, ๋น„๋ฐ€ ์• ์ธ์œผ๋กœ ๊ณ์— ์žˆ์–ด์™”๋˜ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผํ•œ๋‹ค๋Š” ์†Œ์‹๊ณผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์ด ๊ด€๊ณ„๋„ ๋๋‚ด๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ... ์™œ ๊ณ„์† ๋ถ™์žก๊ณ  ๋†“์•„์ฃผ์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ๊ฑธ๊นŒ? ์ด์–ด์ง€๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฌ์›€๊ณผ ์• ๋งค ๊ฐ€๋“ํ•œ ๋ˆˆ๊ธธ์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ํ—ท๊ฐˆ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์ ์  ์ž์‹ ์˜ ์„ ํƒ๊ณผ ๋งˆ์Œ์„ ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ๊ทธ ๋•Œ. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ์ž„์‹ ์„ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์‹ฌํ•ด์ง€๋Š” ์ž…๋ง์—, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์ง‘์ฐฉ์—, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ํƒ์š•์Šค๋Ÿฌ์šด ์—„๋งˆ์˜ ์••๋ฐ•์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์ ์  ์ ˆ๋ง์†์œผ๋กœ ๋น ์ ธ๋“ค๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ๊ณ  ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๊ณ ํ†ต์†์—์„œ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์กŒ๋‹ค...... ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์Šค์Šค๋กœ๋ฅผ ๊ตฌ์›ํ•˜๊ณ  ๋ฐ˜๊ฒฉํ•  ๊ฒƒ์ธ๊ฐ€์š”? ์•ž์œผ๋กœ๋Š” ์–ด๋–ค ์ „๊ฐœ๊ฐ€ ํŽผ์ณ์งˆ๊นŒ์š”? ์™„์ •ํ•œ ์Šคํ† ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ฆ๊ธฐ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์œผ์‹œ๋‹ค๋ฉด ์•„๋ž˜์˜ ๋ฒ„ํŠผ์„ ๋ˆŒ๋Ÿฌ App์„ ๋‹ค์šด๋กœ๋“œ ๋ฐ›์œผ์„ธ์š”. 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No 2024-11-21 18:31 active 1902 0 โ™ก 12k GIVEAWAY โ™ก Closed! Winner announced in story @hbada_official and I are excited to team up for an exclusive giveaway, where one lucky winner will get the chance to win a top-tier ergonomic chair.โฃ๏ธ ๐Ÿ†Prize: Hbada E3 Ergonomic Office Chair ($549). The winner can choose their preferred color: - grey๐Ÿฉถ - black๐Ÿ–ค - pink.๐Ÿ’— ๐Ÿ“ฃTo enter the giveaway: 1. follow @hbada_official and @cozy.cess ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿป 2. like and save this post ๐Ÿ”– 3. tag 2 friends in the comments (multiple entries are allowed, but no tagging of brands and celebrities) ๐Ÿ’ฌ 4. Share this post to your story and tag me and @hbada_official ๐Ÿซก 5. Like, comment and share my most recent REEL and tag me๐ŸŽ€โœจ Giveaway ends on October 13, 2024. OPEN INTERNATIONALLY!! ๐Ÿ’•โœจ NOTE: I will be the only one contacting the winner.โ€ผ๏ธ #giveaway #internationalgiveaway #HbadaE3 #Hbada #gamingsetup #gamergirl #ErgonomicChair #tech #gamingcommunity #explore #gamergirlsetup #HbadaE3ErgonomicOfficeChair #OfficeChairdesksetup #triplemonitorsetup #desksetup #pinkaesthetic #gamergirlsetup #explorepage #cozygamer #pinksetup #hbadaergonomicchair #ergonomicdesign #cozygaming #cozysetup #ergonomics #ergonomicseating #cozygamingsetup #cozycommunity #pinkchair #deskgoals SHOP_NOW https://hbada.com/products/hbada-e3-wpa-ergonomic- Cozy.cess https://www.facebook.com/61564961460607/ 41 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Shop now 0 hbada.com VIDEO https://hbada.com/products/hbada-e3-wpa-ergonomic-chair-white 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467869782_592005473265082_6256153283412519767_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=8z3pL76wC6IQ7kNvgFIAEc1&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AalKIYXd3qRL5UsRgUvLEiS&oh=00_AYCzfEaErlSEFPN3lVdK3T4ahXKvavEb6BG91ykzgUcZ9g&oe=674596A9 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Cozy.cess 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-11-21 18:31 active 1902 0 Phoenix Giveaway โ€ผ๏ธ $1000 to one special winner. How to enter โฌ‡๏ธ 1. Follow my page @tyler.smerz 2. Share this video on your story 3. Tag a friend in the comments! 1 comment = 1 entry. UNLIMITED ENTRIES until Friday Aug 30th at 7 pm! Who can enter? Anybody that lives here in the Phoenix area. I will be drawing the random winner on Instagram Live November 29th at 7pm Phoenix Time. This is a thank you for the last 6 months of helping over 20 clients here in Phoenix scale their social media! We are just getting started here with these giveaways! Giving the cash to you in person may be filmed for social media. Best of luck Phoenix! โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” No purchase necessary. For residents of Phoenix. We will contact the winner via Direct Message and deliver the prize in person. We WILL NOT ask you for your credit card information or reach out to you to send you to an external website for this contest. Only one winner. #phoenix #phoenixbusiness #phoenixgiveaway VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE https://www.instagram.com/_u/tyler.smerz Tyler K. Smerz https://www.facebook.com/61558659467437/ 0 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Visit Instagram profile 0 www.instagram.com VIDEO https://www.instagram.com/_u/tyler.smerz 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467716949_1073766494222475_7183286014418754386_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=fWCx3amyZA8Q7kNvgE0nx44&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Az0dgG5H1BHc_oggkUwiFrB&oh=00_AYA9hnm_HBzBg0TtenX7SbmIDcmVOryvZBfpP4rjAPR8Rg&oe=6745A855 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Tyler K. Smerz 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-11-21 18:31 active 1902 0 Micalline CALL_NOW Micalline https://www.facebook.com/Micalline/ 869 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Call Now 0 CAROUSEL 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467514820_2994778587354348_7737216432477047952_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=BJN_TXX28ioQ7kNvgGBcov9&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Av90zgGrWZ1ZjLTZc8ACSPI&oh=00_AYDbJ4YSr1XU9BHwZxhIm2pBSVeBuxgIODTVMCteZpgY4g&oe=6745B2CB PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Micalline 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-11-21 18:30 active 1902 0 VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE http://instagram.com/its.heavencent its.heavencent https://www.instagram.com/_u/its.heavencent 0 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Visit Instagram Profile 0 instagram.com CAROUSEL http://instagram.com/its.heavencent 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/427612502_792733889548519_646707608865770807_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=qr23q0mve40Q7kNvgFgnkyu&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYBADuAyABBk7rmL9TOSyAvbPba2-n4J1NJK9F33KFIktQ&oe=67459613 IG_ADS_IDENTITY 1 0 0 its.heavencent 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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