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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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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. รl 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 Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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ะงะธัะฐัั ัะปะตะดััััั ะณะปะฐะฒั๐ | ะะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ัะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ััะพ ะฝะตะทะฝะฐะบะพะผัะน ะผัะถัะธะฝะฐ, ั ะบะพัะพััะผ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟัะพะฒะตะปะฐ ัะฒะพั ะฟะตัะฒัั ะฑัะฐัะฝัั ะฝะพัั, ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปัั ะตะต ะทะฐะบะพะฝะฝัะผ ะผัะถะตะผ ะฟะพ ะดะพะณะพะฒะพัะตะฝะฝะพััะธ, ะพะฝะฐ ัะพัะปะฐ ั ัะผะฐ! ===== ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะะตััะพะฒะฐ ัะตะณะพะดะฝั ะฒััะปะฐ ะทะฐะผัะถ. ะ ะฝะตััะฐัััั ะดะปั ะฝะตั, ะถะตะฝะธั ะฐ ะฝะธะณะดะต ะฝะต ะฑัะปะพ ะฒะธะดะฝะพ. ะะฝะฐ ะพะณะปัะดะตะปะฐ ะฟััััั ะบะพะผะฝะฐัั, ะธ ะตั ะปะธัะพ ััะฐะปะพ ะฑะตะปัะผ, ัะปะพะฒะฝะพ ะฟัะพัััะฝั. ะะฝะฐ ััะฒััะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ัะตะฑั ัะพะฒะตััะตะฝะฝะพ ัะฝะธะถะตะฝะฝะพะน. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะต ะถะตะปะฐะปะฐ ัะตัะฟะตัั ััะพ ะพัะบะพัะฑะปะตะฝะธะต! ะะพ ััะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะตะปะฐัั? ะก ัะฐะผะพะณะพ ัะพะถะดะตะฝะธั ะฒัะต ะฐัะฟะตะบัั ะตั ะถะธะทะฝะธ ะบะพะฝััะพะปะธัะพะฒะฐะปะธัั ะดััะณะธะผะธ ะปัะดัะผะธ. ะกะฐะผะพ ัะพะฑะพะน ัะฐะทัะผะตะตััั, ััะพ ะบะฐัะฐะปะพัั ะธ ะตั ะทะฐะผัะถะตััะฒะฐ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปั ะฟัะธะฝัะดะธะป ะบ ััะพะผั ัะพัะทั ะพัะตั, ัะตะปะพะฒะตะบ, ะบะพัะพััะผ ัะฟัะฐะฒะปัะปะฐ ะถะฐะดะฝะพััั. ะั ะดะตะดััะบะฐ ัะฐะฑะพัะฐะป ัะพัััะพะผ ั ะ ะพะดะธะพะฝะฐ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒะฐ, ะณะปะฐะฒั ะผะพะณััะตััะฒะตะฝะฝะพะน ัะตะผัะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒัั . ะะพ ะดะพัะฐะดะฝะพะน ัะปััะฐะนะฝะพััะธ ะพะฝะธ ะฟะพะฟะฐะปะธ ะฒ ัะถะฐัะฝัั ะฐะฒะฐัะธั, ะฒ ะบะพัะพัะพะน ะดะตะด ะะฐะผะธะปะปั ะฟะพะณะธะฑ, ัะฟะฐัะฐั ะ ะพะดะธะพะฝะฐ. ะ ะฟะพัะปะตะดะฝะธะต ะผะตัััั ะฝะตะฑะพะปััะฐั ะบะพะผะฟะฐะฝะธั, ะบะพัะพัะพะน ัะฟัะฐะฒะปัะปะฐ ะตั ัะตะผัั, ะฒะตะทะดะต ะธ ะฒััะดั ะฟะพะณััะทะปะฐ ะฒ ะพะณัะพะผะฝัั ะดะพะปะณะฐั . ะะฝะธ ะฝะฐั ะพะดะธะปะธัั ะฝะฐ ะณัะฐะฝะธ ะฑะฐะฝะบัะพัััะฒะฐ. ะะตัะผะพััั ะฝะฐ ััะพ, ะตั ั ะธัััะน ะพัะตั ะพัะบะฐะทะฐะปัั ะฟัะพัะธัั ะฟะพะผะพัะธ ั ัะตะผัะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒัั , ะทะฝะฐั, ััะพ ััะพ ะพัะผะตะฝะธั ะดะพะปะณ, ะบะพัะพััะน ะพะฝะธ ะดะพะปะถะฝั ะฑัะปะธ ัะตะผัะต ะะตััะพะฒัั . ะะผะตััะพ ััะพะณะพ ะพะฝ ะฟัะธะดัะผะฐะป ะฟะปะฐะฝ, ัะพะณะปะฐัะฝะพ ะบะพัะพัะพะผั ะฒะฝัะบ ะ ะพะดะธะพะฝะฐ, ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒ, ะถะตะฝะธััั ะฝะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะต. ะฃัะธััะฒะฐั ะฑะพะณะฐัััะฒะพ ัะตะผัะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒัั , ะพะฝะธ ะฑัะปะธ ัะฒะตัะตะฝั, ััะพ ัะต ะดะฐะดัั ะฑะพะปััะธะต ะดะตะฝัะณะธ ะฒ ะพะฑะผะตะฝ ะฝะฐ ััะบั ะธ ัะตัะดัะต ะะฐะผะธะปะปั. ะ, ะฒ ะบะฐัะตััะฒะต ะดะพะฟะพะปะฝะธัะตะปัะฝะพะณะพ ะฑะพะฝััะฐ, ะพะฝะธ, ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั, ัััะฐะฝะพะฒะธะปะธ ะฑั ะฑะพะปะตะต ะฟัะพัะฝัั ัะฒัะทั ั ัะตะผััะน ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒัั , ะบะพัะพัะฐั ะฑัะปะฐ ะฑั ะทะฐะบะพะฝะฝะพ ัะบัะตะฟะปะตะฝะฐ. ะ ะฐะทัะผะตะตััั, ัะตะผัั ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒัั ะฝะต ะผะพะณะปะฐ ะฟะพะทะฒะพะปะธัั ัะตะฑะต ะพัะบะฐะทะฐัััั ะพั ััะพะณะพ ะฟัะตะดะปะพะถะตะฝะธั, ะธะฝะฐัะต ะพะฝะธ ัะธัะบะพะฒะฐะปะธ ะฟะพัะตัััั ะปะธัะพ ะฒ ัะพะผ ะธะปะธ ะธะฝะพะผ ัะปััะฐะต. ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ัะตัะธะป ะฒััะฐะทะธัั ัะฒะพั ะฝะตะดะพะฒะพะปัััะฒะพ ะฒัะตะผ ััะธะผ, ะฝะต ัะฒะธะฒัะธัั ะฝะฐ ะฑะฐะฝะบะตั, ั ะพัั ะฝะฐ ะฝัะผ ะฝะต ะฟัะธัััััะฒะพะฒะฐะปะพ ะฝะธะบะพะณะพ, ะบัะพะผะต ัะปะตะฝะพะฒ ัะตะผะตะน. ะะฝ ัะฐะบะถะต ะพัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะะฐะผะธะปะปะต ะฒ ะธัะฟะพะปัะทะพะฒะฐะฝะธะธ ัะฐะผะธะปะธะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒัั ะธ ะทะฐะฟัะตัะธะป ะตะน ะณะพะฒะพัะธัั ะปัะดัะผ, ััะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะตะณะพ ะถะตะฝะฐ. ะะฐ ะฟัะพััะถะตะฝะธะธ ะฒัะตะณะพ ััะพะณะพ, ะพั ะฝะฐัะฐะปะฐ ะธ ะดะพ ะบะพะฝัะฐ, ะฝะธะบัะพ ะฝะต ะฟะพัััะดะธะปัั ัะฟัะพัะธัั ะผะฝะตะฝะธะต ัะฐะผะพะน ะะฐะผะธะปะปั. ะกะตะนัะฐั ะพะฝะฐ ััะพะธั ั ะฟััะผะพะน ัะฟะธะฝะพะน ะธ ัะฐัะฟัะฐะฒะปะตะฝะฝัะผะธ ะฟะปะตัะฐะผะธ. ะั ัะตัะฝะธัั, ะฒะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพ, ัะปะตะณะบะฐ ะดัะพะถะฐะปะธ, ะฝะพ ะฒ ะณะปะฐะทะฐั ัะธัะฐะปะพัั ัะฟััะผััะฒะพ. ะะฝะฐ ะฝะต ัะพะฑะธัะฐะปะฐัั ะฟะพะดะดะฐะฒะฐัััั ัะฝะธะถะตะฝะธั. ะะพ ะบะฐะบ ะตะน ัะปะตะดัะตั ะฟะพัััะฟะธัั? ะ ัะพ ะฒัะตะผั, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ ัะฐะทะผััะปัะปะฐ ะพ ัะพะผ, ะบะฐะบ ะฟัะพะฒะตะดัั ะฟะตัะฒัั ะฑัะฐัะฝัั ะฝะพัั, ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะปััะธะปะฐ ัะพะพะฑัะตะฝะธะต ะพั ะพะดะฝะพะน ะธะท ัะฒะพะธั ะบะพะปะปะตะณ. ะะตะฝัะธะฝะฐ ะฟัะพัะธะปะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปั ะฟะพะดะผะตะฝะธัั ะตั ะฝะฐ ะฝะพัะฝะพะน ัะผะตะฝะต. ะขะฐ ะฝะต ััะฐะปะฐ ะดะพะปะณะพ ัะฐะทะดัะผัะฒะฐัั. ะะฝะฐ ะฒััะปะฐ ะธะท ะทะฐะปะฐ ะธ ะฒัะทะฒะฐะปะฐ ัะฐะบัะธ, ััะพะฑั ะพัะฟัะฐะฒะธัััั ะฒ ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั. ะะณะฝะพะฒะตะฝะธะตะผ ะฟะพะทะถะต ะพะฝะฐ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐัั ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัะต ะพัะดัั ะฐ ะฟะตััะพะฝะฐะปะฐ ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั, ะฟัะพะฒะตััั ะทะฐะฟะธัะธ ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝัะพะฒ, ะฐ ะตั ะฒะตัะตัะฝะตะต ะฟะปะฐััะต ะดะฐะฒะฝะพ ัะผะตะฝะธะปะพัั ะฑะตะปัะผ ะปะฐะฑะพัะฐัะพัะฝัะผ ั ะฐะปะฐัะพะผ. ะะฝะตะทะฐะฟะฝะพ ะดะฒะตัั ั ะณัะพะผะบะธะผ ัััะบะพะผ ัะฐัะฟะฐั ะฝัะปะฐัั ั ะฒะฝะตัะฝะตะน ััะพัะพะฝั ะธ ัะดะฐัะธะปะฐัั ะพ ััะตะฝั. ะะต ััะฟะตะปะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝััั ะณะปะฐะทะฐ, ััะพะฑั ะฒะทะณะปัะฝััั, ััะพ ะฟัะพะธัั ะพะดะธั, ะบะฐะบ ะดะฒะตัั ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ะทะฐั ะปะพะฟะฝัะปะฐัั. ะะฐัะตะผ ะพะฝะฐ ััะปััะฐะปะฐ ัะตะปัะพะบ ะฒัะบะปััะฐัะตะปั, ะธ ะฒ ะฟะพะผะตัะตะฝะธะธ ััะฐะปะพ ัะตะผะฝะพ. ะะพ ะตั ัะฟะธะฝะต ะฟัะพะฑะตะถะฐะป ั ะพะปะพะดะพะบ. ยซะัะพ...ยป ะะต ััะฟะตะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะดะพะณะพะฒะพัะธัั, ะบะฐะบ ะตั ัะพะปะบะฝัะปะธ ะฝะฐ ััะพะป. ะััะฐ ะบะฐะฝัะตะปัััะบะธั ะฟัะธะฝะฐะดะปะตะถะฝะพััะตะน ัะฟะฐะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะป, ะธ ะฒ ััะพั ะผะพะผะตะฝั ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพััะฒััะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ, ะบะฐะบ ะบ ะตั ัะตะต ะฟัะธะถะฐะปัั ั ะพะปะพะดะฝัะน ะพััััะน ะบ*ะฐะน ะฝ*ะถะฐ. ยซะขะธั ะพ!ยป - ัะฒะธัะตะฟะพ ะฟัะพัะตะฟัะฐะป ะฝะฐะฟะฐะดะฐะฒัะธะน. ะะตะฒััะบะฐ ะตะดะฒะฐ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ัะฐะทะณะปัะดะตัั ะปะธัะพ ะผัะถัะธะฝั, ั ะพัั ะตะณะพ ะณะปะฐะทะฐ ะฒัะดะตะปัะปะธัั. ะะฝะธ ะผะตััะฐะปะธ ะฒ ัััะบะปะพะผ ัะฒะตัะต, ะตะณะพ ะฒะทะณะปัะด ะฑัะป ะฟะพะปะพะฝ ะฑะดะธัะตะปัะฝะพััะธ. ะ ะฒะพะทะดัั ะต ะฒะพะบััะณ ะฝะธั ะฒะธัะฐะป ะทะฝะฐะบะพะผัะน ะทะฐะฟะฐั ะถะตะปะตะทะฐ, ะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะฝัะปะฐ, ััะพ ััะพั ัะตะปะพะฒะตะบ ัะฐะฝะตะฝ. ะะปะฐะณะพะดะฐัั ะผะฝะพะณะพะปะตัะฝะตะผั ะพะฑััะตะฝะธั ะธ ะพะฟััั ะฒัะฐัะฐ, ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะผะพะณะปะฐ ัะพั ัะฐะฝะธัั ัะฟะพะบะพะนััะฒะธะต. ะะฐัะตะผ ะพะฝะฐ ะผะตะดะปะตะฝะฝะพ ัะพะณะฝัะปะฐ ะพะดะฝั ะฝะพะณั, ะฟะปะฐะฝะธััั ะฐัะฐะบะพะฒะฐัั ะผัะถัะธะฝั ะบะพะปะตะฝะพะผ. ะะพ ัะพั ะฒะธะดะตะป ะตั ะฝะฐัะบะฒะพะทั. ะะฐะบ ัะพะปัะบะพ ะพะฝ ะฟะพััะฒััะฒะพะฒะฐะป ะตั ะดะฒะธะถะตะฝะธะต, ัะพ ั ัะธะปะพะน ัะถะฐะป ะตั ะฝะพะณะธ ะฒะผะตััะต ะธ ะฟัะธะถะฐะป ะบ ััะพะปั ัะฒะพะธะผะธ ะผะพัะฝัะผะธ ะฑัะดัะฐะผะธ. ะะดััะณ ะฒ ะบะพัะธะดะพัะต ะฟะพัะปััะฐะปัั ััะผ ัะฐะณะพะฒ. ะะฝะธ ะฝะฐะฟัะฐะฒะปัะปะธัั ะฟััะผะพ ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัั ะพัะดัั ะฐ ะฟะตััะพะฝะฐะปะฐ. ยซะััััะตะต, ั ะฒะธะดะตะปะฐ, ะบะฐะบ ะพะฝ ััะป ััะดะฐ!ยป ะะพััะฐัะพัะฝะพ ะฑัะปะพ ะพะดะฝะพะณะพ ะบัะธะบะฐ ะพ ะฟะพะผะพัะธ, ะธ ััะธ ะปัะดะธ ะฒะพัะฒะฐะปะธัั ะฑั ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัั. ะััะฐัะฒัะธัั, ะผัะถัะธะฝะฐ ะพะฟัััะธะป ะณะพะปะพะฒั ะธ ะฟะพ**ะปะพะฒะฐะป ะะฐะผะธะปะปั. ะะฝะฐ ััะฐะปะฐ ะฑะพัะพัััั ะธ ะฑัะปะฐ ัะดะธะฒะปะตะฝะฐ ัะตะผ, ััะพ ัะผะพะณะปะฐ ะปะตะณะบะพ ะพััะพะปะบะฝััั ะตะณะพ. ะขะตะผ ะฑะพะปะตะต, ััะพ ะผัะถัะธะฝะฐ ะฑะพะปััะต ะฝะต ัะณัะพะถะฐะป ะตะน ะฝ*ะถะพะผ. ะััะปะธ ะดะตะฒััะบะธ ะทะฐะผะตัะฐะปะธัั. ะ ััะพั ะผะพะผะตะฝั ัะพั, ะบัะพ ะฝะฐั ะพะดะธะปัั ะฟะพ ัั ััะพัะพะฝั ะดะฒะตัะธ, ัั ะฒะฐัะธะปัั ะทะฐ ัััะบั. ะัะธะฝัะฒ ัะตัะตะฝะธะต, ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟัะธััะฝัะปะฐ ะผัะถัะธะฝั ะบ ัะตะฑะต ะธ ะพะฑะฒะธะปะฐ ััะบะฐะผะธ ะตะณะพ ัะตั. ะะฐ ััะพั ัะฐะท ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพ**ะปะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะตะณะพ. ยซะฏ ะผะพะณั ะฒะฐะผ ะฟะพะผะพััยป, - ะฟัะพะฑะพัะผะพัะฐะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะด ะฝะพั, ะฝะฐะดะตััั, ััะพ ะตั ัััะฐั ะฝะต ะฑัะป ะทะฐะผะตัะตะฝ. ะัะถัะธะฝะฐ ััะผะฝะพ ัะณะปะพัะฝัะป. ะะผั ะฟะพััะตะฑะพะฒะฐะปะฐัั ัะตะบัะฝะดะฐ, ััะพะฑั ะฟัะธะฝััั ัะตัะตะฝะธะต, ะทะฐัะตะผ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพััะฒััะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะตะณะพ ะณะพัััะตะต ะดัั ะฐะฝะธะต ั ัะฒะพะตะณะพ ัั ะฐ: ยซะฏ ะฒะพะทัะผั ะฝะฐ ัะตะฑั ะพัะฒะตัััะฒะตะฝะฝะพััั ะทะฐ ััะพยป. ะะณะพ ะณะพะปะพั ะฑัะป ะฝะธะทะบะธะผ ะธ ะฟัะธััะณะฐัะตะปัะฝัะผ. ะะพ ะพะฝ, ะฟะพั ะพะถะต, ะฝะตะฟัะฐะฒะธะปัะฝะพ ะฟะพะฝัะป. ะะฝะฐ ั ะพัะตะปะฐ, ััะพะฑั ะฒัั ััะพ ะฑัะปะพ ะฟัะธัะฒะพัััะฒะพะผ. ะะฝ ะฝะต ะดะพะปะถะตะฝ ะฑัะป ะฝะธ ะทะฐ ััะพ ะฑัะฐัั ะพัะฒะตัััะฒะตะฝะฝะพััั. ะ ัะปะตะดััััั ัะตะบัะฝะดั ะดะฒะตัั ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ัะฐัะฟะฐั ะฝัะปะฐัั. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะธ ะผัะถัะธะฝะฐ ััั ะถะต ัะปะธะปะธัั ะฒ ะพัะตัะตะดะฝะพะผ ะฟะพ**ะปัะต. ะะตัะผะพััั ะฝะฐ ะธั ะทะฐัััะดะฝะธัะตะปัะฝะพะต ะฟะพะปะพะถะตะฝะธะต, ะผัะถัะธะฝะฐ ะพะฑะฝะฐััะถะธะป, ััะพ ะตะณะพ ัะตะปะพ ััะตะฐะณะธัะพะฒะฐะปะพ ะฝะฐ ะทะฒัะบ. ะะฝ ะผะพะณ ะฑั ะฟะพัะตัััััั ะฒ ะฝัะผ, ะตัะปะธ ะฑั ะปัะดะธ ะทะฐ ะดะฒะตััั ะฝะต ะทะฐะณะพะฒะพัะธะปะธ. ยซะง*ัั ะฒ*ะทัะผะธ! ะะฐ ััะพ ะถะต ะฟัะพััะพ ั**ัััะฐััั ะฟะฐัะพัะบะฐ. ะงัะฒะฐะบ, ะพะฝะธ ะธ ะฒะฟัะฐะฒะดั ะทะฐะฝะธะผะฐัััั ััะธะผ ะฒ ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัะต. ะะผะตะนัะต ั ะพัั ะฝะตะผะฝะพะณะพ ะฟัะธะปะธัะธั!ยป ะกะฒะตั ะธะท ะบะพัะธะดะพัะฐ ะฟัะพะฝะธะบะฐะป ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัั, ะพะฑะฝะฐะถะฐั ะฟะฐัั. ะะดะฝะฐะบะพ ัะตะปะพ ะผัะถัะธะฝั ะฑัะปะพ ะพะฑั ะฒะฐัะตะฝะพ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะพะน, ัะบััะฒะฐั ะตะณะพ ะปะธัะพ ะพั ะปัะฑะพะฟััะฝัั ะณะปะฐะท ะฝะตะทะฒะฐะฝัั ะณะพััะตะน. ยซะงัะพ ะถ, ััะพ ัะพัะฝะพ ะฝะต ะะธัะฐะปะธะน. ะญัะพั ัะฑะปัะดะพะบ ััะถะตะปะพ ัะฐะฝะตะฝ. ะะตะฒะฐะถะฝะพ, ะฝะฐัะบะพะปัะบะพ ัะพะฑะปะฐะทะฝะธัะตะปัะฝะฐ ะถะตะฝัะธะฝะฐ, ั ัะพะผะฝะตะฒะฐััั, ััะพ ั ะฝะตะณะพ ั ะฒะฐัะธั ัะธะป ัะดะตะปะฐัั ั ะฝะตะน ััะพ-ะฝะธะฑัะดัยป. ยซะะพ, ััะฒะฐะบ, ััะฐ ะถะตะฝัะธะฝะฐ ะธะทะดะฐัั ะดะพะฒะพะปัะฝะพ ะฟัะธััะฝัะต ะทะฒัะบะธ, ะฐ?ยป ยซะะฐัะบะฝะธัั ะธ ะฟะพัะตะฒะตะปะธะฒะฐะนัั! ะะฐะผ ะฝัะถะฝะพ ะฝะฐะนัะธ ะะธัะฐะปะธั ะบะฐะบ ะผะพะถะฝะพ ัะบะพัะตะต, ะธะฝะฐัะต ะผั ะฟะพัะตััะตะผ ะณะพะปะพะฒั!ยป ะะพัะปััะฐะปัั ัะพัะพั ะธ ัะพะฟะพั ะฝะพะณ, ะธ ะผัะถัะธะฝั ะฑัะพัะธะปะธัั ะฟัะพัั, ะฐ ะดะฒะตัั ะฒะตัะฝัะปะฐัั ะฒ ัะฒะพั ะธัั ะพะดะฝะพะต ะฟะพะปะพะถะตะฝะธะต. ะัะถัะธะฝะฐ ะทะฝะฐะป, ััะพ ะตะณะพ ะฟัะตัะปะตะดะพะฒะฐัะตะปะธ ััะปะธ, ะฝะพ ะพัะพะทะฝะฐะฝะธะต ัะพะณะพ, ััะพ ัะตะฟะตัั ะพะฝะธ ะพััะฐะปะธัั ะพะดะฝะธ, ะฟะพะดะตะนััะฒะพะฒะฐะปะพ ะฝะฐ ะตะณะพ ัะฐะผะพะพะฑะปะฐะดะฐะฝะธะต. ะะฝ ะฟัะพััะพ ัะพัะฒะฐะปัั, ะธ ะฝะตะพะถะธะดะฐะฝะฝะฐั ะฒะพะปะฝะฐ ะฟ**ะพัะธ ะทะฐั ะปะตััะฝัะปะฐ ะตะณะพ. ะญัะพั ะฟะพัะพะบ ะถะต**ะฝะธั ะฝะต ะพะฑะพััะป ััะพัะพะฝะพะน ะธ ะะฐะผะธะปะปั. ะะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพ, ะดะตะปะพ ะฑัะปะพ ะฒ ะธั ะฑะปะธะทะพััะธ, ะธะปะธ ะฒ ัะพะผ, ะบะฐะบ ะธะฝัะธะผะฝะพ ะพะฝะธ ะบะฐัะฐะปะธัั ะดััะณ ะดััะณะฐ, ะฐ ะผะพะถะตั ะฑััั, ะฒะพ ะฒะฝะตะทะฐะฟะฝะพะผ ะฟัะธะปะธะฒะต ะฐะดัะตะฝะฐะปะธะฝะฐ, ะฝะพ ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะฒะตัั ะฝะพััั ะฟะพะดะฝัะปะฐัั ะฑัะฝัะฐััะบะฐั ะถะธะปะบะฐ, ะพ ะบะพัะพัะพะน ะพะฝะฐ ะดะฐะถะต ะฝะต ะฟะพะดะพะทัะตะฒะฐะปะฐ. ะะพ ััะพะณะพ ะผะพะผะตะฝัะฐ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ ะถะธะปะฐ ัะตัะพะน ะพะดะฝะพะพะฑัะฐะทะฝะพะน ะถะธะทะฝัั, ะฒัะตะณะดะฐ ะฟะพะดัะธะฝัััั ะฟัะฐะฒะธะปะฐะผ ะธ ะฟะปะฐะฝะฐะผ, ัััะฐะฝะพะฒะปะตะฝะฝัะผ ะดะปั ะฝะตั ะดััะณะธะผะธ. ะะฐ ััะพั ัะฐะท - ั ะพัั ะฑั ัะฐะท - ะพะฝะฐ ัะพะฑะธัะฐะปะฐัั ะฟะพะฑะฐะปะพะฒะฐัั ัะตะฑั. ะะตะฒััะบะฐ ะพัะฑัะพัะธะปะฐ ัะฒะพะธ ะทะฐะฟัะตัั ะธ ะฟัะตะดะพััะฐะฒะธะปะฐ ะผัะถัะธะฝะต ัะฒะพะฑะพะดั ะดะตะนััะฒะธะน, ััะพะฑั ะพะฝ ะดะตะปะฐะป ะฒัั, ััะพ ะทะฐั ะพัะตั. ะะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะธ ะทะฐะบะพะฝัะธะปะธ, ะผัะถัะธะฝะฐ ะฝะตะถะฝะพ ะฟะพัะตะปะพะฒะฐะป ะตั ะฒ ััะบั. ยซะฏ ะฟัะธะดั ะทะฐ ัะพะฑะพะนยป, - ะฟัะพัะตะฟัะฐะป ะพะฝ, ะฒ ะตะณะพ ะณะพะปะพัะต ะฒัั ะตัั ัะปััะฐะปะธัั ะพัะณะพะปะพัะบะธ ะฝะฐัะปะฐะถะดะตะฝะธั. ะ ะทะฐัะตะผ ะพะฝ ัััะป, ัะฐะบ ะถะต ะฒะฝะตะทะฐะฟะฝะพ, ะบะฐะบ ะธ ะฟัะธััะป. ะัะพัะปะพ ะฝะตะผะฐะปะพ ะฒัะตะผะตะฝะธ, ะฟัะตะถะดะต ัะตะผ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะผะพะณะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝััััั ะฝะฐ ะฝะพะณะธ. ะขะธัะธะฝั ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัะต ะฝะฐัััะธะป ะทะฒะพะฝะพะบ ะตั ัะตะปะตัะพะฝะฐ. ะะฝะฐ ะพะณะปัะดะตะปะฐัั ะธ ะพะฑะฝะฐััะถะธะปะฐ, ััะพ ะพะฝ ะปะตะถะธั ะฝะฐ ะบัะฐั ััะพะปะฐ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัั ะฒะฐัะธะปะฐ ัะตะปะตัะพะฝ, ะฟะพะบะฐ ะพะฝ ะฝะต ัะฟะฐะป, ะธ ะฝะฐะถะฐะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะบะฝะพะฟะบั ะพัะฒะตัะฐ. ยซะะพะบัะพั! - ัะฐะทะดะฐะปัั ะฒะทะฒะพะปะฝะพะฒะฐะฝะฝัะน ะณะพะปะพั. -ะ ัะตะฝัั ะฝะตะพัะปะพะถะฝะพะน ะฟะพะผะพัะธ ัะพะปัะบะพ ััะพ ะฟัะธะฒะตะทะปะธ ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝัะฐ. ะะฝ ะฟะพะฟะฐะป ะฒ ะฐะฒะฐัะธั ะธ ะฟะพะปััะธะป ัะตัััะทะฝัะต ััะฐะฒะผั. ะะฐะผ ะฝัะถะฝะพ, ััะพะฑั ะฒั ะฝะตะผะตะดะปะตะฝะฝะพ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะธ ะตะผั ะฟะพะผะพัั!ยป ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟัะพัะธััะธะปะฐ ะณะพัะปะพ, ััะพะฑั ะณะพะปะพั ะทะฒััะฐะป ัะพะฒะฝะพ: ยซะฅะพัะพัะพ, ั ะฑัะดั ัะตัะตะท ะผะธะฝัััยป. ะะฝะฐ ะฟะพะปะพะถะธะปะฐ ัััะฑะบั ะธ ะฝะฐะฟัะฐะฒะธะปะฐัั ะบ ะดะฒะตัะธ, ะฝะพ ะพััะฐะฝะพะฒะธะปะฐัั ะฝะฐ ะฟะพัะพะณะต. ะะฝะฐ ะพะณะปัะดะตะปะฐ ัะตะฑั. ะะฝะฐ ะธ ะฒะฟัะฐะฒะดั ะทะฐะฝัะปะฐัั ั*ะบัะพะผ ั ะฝะตะทะฝะฐะบะพะผัะตะผ ะฒ ัะฒะพั ะฑัะฐัะฝัั ะฝะพัั. ะญัะพ ะฑัะป ัะฐะผัะน ะฒะพะทะผััะธัะตะปัะฝัะน ะฟะพัััะฟะพะบ ะฒ ะตั ะถะธะทะฝะธ! ะะพ ัะตะนัะฐั ะฑัะปะพ ะฝะต ะฒัะตะผั ะฟัะฐะทะดะฝะพะฒะฐัั ัะฒะพะน ะฟะพัััะฟะพะบ ะธะปะธ ัะฐะทะผััะปััั ะพ ะตะณะพ ะฟะพัะปะตะดััะฒะธัั . ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟัะธะฒะตะปะฐ ัะตะฑั ะฒ ะฟะพััะดะพะบ ะธ ะพัะฟัะฐะฒะธะปะฐัั ะฒ ัะตะฝัั ัะบัััะตะฝะฝะพะน ะฟะพะผะพัะธ. ะะตัั ะพััะฐัะพะบ ะฝะพัะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ะทะฐะฝััะฐ ัะฐะฑะพัะพะน. ะะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั ะพัะฒะพะฑะพะดะธะปะฐัั, ัะถะต ะฑะปะธะทะธะปัั ัะฐััะฒะตั. ะะตัะฝัะฒัะธัั ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัั ะพัะดัั ะฐ ะฟะตััะพะฝะฐะปะฐ, ะพะฝะฐ ะพะฑะฝะฐััะถะธะปะฐ, ััะพ ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัะต ะฑัะปะพ ะฒัั ัะฐะบ ะถะต ะณััะทะฝะพ. ะ ัะบะธ ะดะตะฒััะบะธ ัะถะฐะปะธัั ะฒ ะบัะปะฐะบะธ, ะฐ ะฒ ะณะพะปะพะฒะต ะฟัะพะฝะตัะปะธัั ะฒะพัะฟะพะผะธะฝะฐะฝะธั ะพ ะฑััะฝะพะผ ะฟัะพัะปะพะน ะฝะพััั. ยซะกะฟะฐัะธะฑะพ, ััะพ ะฟะพะดะผะตะฝะธะปะฐ ะผะตะฝั, ะดะพะบัะพั ะะตััะพะฒะฐยป, - ะบะพะปะปะตะณะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปั, ะฏะฝะฐ ะะณะฐัะพะฝะพะฒะฐ, ะฒะพัะปะฐ ั ะฑะปะฐะณะพะดะฐัะฝะพะน ัะปัะฑะบะพะน. ะขะฐ ะฒัะดะฐะฒะธะปะฐ ะธะท ัะตะฑั ัะปัะฑะบั: ยซะะพะถะฐะปัะนััะฐยป. ยซะะฐะปััะต ั ัะฟัะฐะฒะปััั ัะฐะผะฐ. ะขะตะฑะต ัะปะตะดัะตั ะฒะตัะฝััััั ะธ ะฝะตะผะฝะพะณะพ ะพัะดะพั ะฝััั, - ะฏะฝะฐ ะฟะพัะผะพััะตะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะฑัะผะฐะณะธ, ัะฐะทะฑัะพัะฐะฝะฝัะต ะฟะพ ะฟะพะปั, ะธ ะฟัะธะฟะพะดะฝัะปะฐ ะฑัะพะฒะธ. - ะงัะพ ะทะดะตัั ะฟัะพะธะทะพัะปะพ? ะะพัะตะผั ะฒัั ะฒะฐะปัะตััั ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะปั?ยป ะะฐะผะธะปะฐ ะฒ ะฟะฐะฝะธะบะต ะพัะฒะตะปะฐ ะณะปะฐะทะฐ ะธ ะพัะฒะตัะธะปะฐ: ยซะะน, ั ัะปััะฐะนะฝะพ ััะพะฝะธะปะฐ ะธั . ะะพะถะฐะปัะนััะฐ, ะฟัะธะฑะตัะธัั ะทะดะตัั. ะฏ ัััะฐะปะฐ, ะฟะพััะพะผั ะฟะพะนะดัยป. ะฏะฝะต ะฟะพะบะฐะทะฐะปัั ัััะฐะฝะฝัะผ ะพัะฒะตั ะะฐะผะธะปะปั, ะฝะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ะฟัะธะดะฐะปะฐ ััะพะผั ะทะฝะฐัะตะฝะธั. ะะฝะธ ะฟะพะฟัะพัะฐะปะธัั, ะธ ะถะตะฝัะธะฝะฐ ะฟัะธะฝัะปะฐัั ัะพะฑะธัะฐัั ัะฐะทะฑัะพัะฐะฝะฝัะต ะฒะตัะธ. ะะฝะฐ ะตะดะฒะฐ ััะฟะตะปะฐ ะฝะฐัะฐัั, ะบะฐะบ ะฒ ะดะฒะตััั ะฟะพัะฒะธะปัั ัะฐะผ ะดะธัะตะบัะพั ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั, ะฐ ะทะฐ ะฝะธะผ - ะฟะพะผะพัะฝะธะบ ะะธัะฐะปะธั. ะะปะฐะฒะฐ 2 ะงัะฒััะฒะพ ะฒะธะฝั ยซะญัะพ ะฒัะฐั, ะดะตะถััะธะฒัะฐั ะฒัะตัะฐ ะฒะตัะตัะพะผ, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะดะธัะตะบัะพั ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั. - ะะพะบัะพั ะฏะฝะฐ ะะณะฐัะพะฝะพะฒะฐยป. ะััะธััะตะฝั ะะธัะฐะปะธั, ะะตะฝะธั ะัะปะพะฒ, ะฒะพััะป ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัั ะธ ะฟะพัะผะพััะตะป ะฝะฐ ัะฐะฑะปะธัะบั ั ะธะผะตะฝะตะผ ะฝะฐ ะปะฐะฑะพัะฐัะพัะฝะพะผ ั ะฐะปะฐัะต ะฏะฝั. ยซะะพะนะดัะผัะต ัะพ ะผะฝะพะนยป. ะฏะฝะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ะฒ ะทะฐะผะตัะฐัะตะปัััะฒะต. ยซะัะดะฐ ะผั ะธะดัะผ?ยป ะะพ ะดะธัะตะบัะพั ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั ะฝะต ะทะฐั ะพัะตะป ะพัะฒะตัะฐัั ะฝะฐ ะตั ะฒะพะฟัะพั. ะะฝ ั ัะธะปะพะน ะฟะพััะฝัะป ะตั ะทะฐ ััะบั ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะป: ยซะัะพััะพ ะฟะพะนะดัะผัะต. ะะต ะทะฐััะฐะฒะปัะนัะต ะณะพัะฟะพะดะธะฝะฐ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒะฐ ะถะดะฐััยป. ะัะบะพัะต ะพะฝะฐ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐัั ะฒ ะบะฐะฑะธะฝะตัะต ะดะธัะตะบัะพัะฐ ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั. ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ัะธะดะตะป ะฝะฐ ะดะธะฒะฐะฝะต, ะตะณะพ ั ัะดะพัะฐะฒะพะต ะธ ะผััะบัะปะธััะพะต ัะตะปะพ ะพัะบะธะฝัะปะพัั ะฝะฐะทะฐะด ะฒ ะฝะตะฟัะธะฝัะถะดัะฝะฝะพะน ะฟะพะทะต, ะฐ ะดะปะธะฝะฝัะต ะฝะพะณะธ ะฑัะปะธ ัะบัะตัะตะฝั ะฟะตัะตะด ะฝะธะผ. ะัะถะฝะพ ะฑัะปะพ ะธะผะตัั ะพััััะน ะณะปะฐะท ะธ ะฟัะธัะผะพััะตัััั ะฟะพะฒะฝะธะผะฐัะตะปัะฝะตะต, ััะพะฑั ะฟะพะฝััั, ััะพ ะตะณะพ ะณัะฑั ะฑัะปะธ ะฑะปะตะดะฝะตะต ะพะฑััะฝะพะณะพ. ะ ััะฐัััั, ัะตะทะบะธะน ะทะฐะฟะฐั ะดะตะทะธะฝัะธัะธััััะตะณะพ ััะตะดััะฒะฐ, ะบะพัะพััะผ ะฑัะปะธ ะฟัะพะฟะธัะฐะฝั ััะตะฝั ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั, ัะบััะฒะฐะป ะทะฐะฟะฐั ะบ**ะฒะธ ะฝะฐ ะตะณะพ ะบะพะถะต. ะะฝ ะฑัะป ะพะดะตั ะฒ ัะธัััะน ัััะฝัะน ะบะพัััะผ, ะบะพัะพััะน ัะฐะบะถะต ะฟะพะผะพะณ ัะบัััั ะบัะฐัะฝัะต ะฟััะฝะฐ, ะฒ ะฟัะพัะธะฒะฝะพะผ ัะปััะฐะต ะฒัััะตะฒะพะถะธะฒัะธะต ะฑั ะฒัะตั ะพะบััะถะฐััะธั . ะ ะตะณะพ ะฒััะฐะถะตะฝะธะธ ะปะธัะฐ ััะฒััะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐัั ะถัััะบะพััั, ะบะพัะพัะฐั ัะฐะบ ะธ ะณะพะฒะพัะธะปะฐ, ะฑัะดัะพ ะพะฝ ะฟะพะฑัะฒะฐะป ะฒ ัะฐะผะพะผ ะฐะดั, ะธ ััะพ ั ะฝะธะผ ะฝะต ััะพะธั ัััะธัั. ะะตะฝะธั ะฟะพะดะพััะป ะบ ะดะธะฒะฐะฝั ะธ ะฝะฐะบะปะพะฝะธะปัั ะฟะพะฑะปะธะถะต, ััะพะฑั ะฟัะพัะตะฟัะฐัั ะะธัะฐะปะธั ะฝะฐ ัั ะพ: ยซะะธะดะตะพะทะฐะฟะธัะธ ั ะบะฐะผะตั ะฝะฐะฑะปัะดะตะฝะธั ะฟัะพัะปะพะน ะฝะพัะธ ะฑัะปะธ ะฝะฐะผะตัะตะฝะฝะพ ะฟะพะดะดะตะปะฐะฝั, ัะบะพัะตะต ะฒัะตะณะพ, ััะพ ัะดะตะปะฐะปะธ ะฒะฐัะธ ะฝะฐะฟะฐะดะฐะฒัะธะต. ะะฝะธ ะฟะพะดัะธััะธะปะธ ัะปะตะดั ะธ ัะฑัะฐะปะธ ะฒัะต ะฒะพะทะผะพะถะฝัะต ัะปะธะบะธ. ะญัะพ ะดะพะบัะพั ะฏะฝะฐ ะะณะฐัะพะฝะพะฒะฐ, ะดะตะถััะธะฒัะฐั ะฟัะพัะปะพะน ะฝะพััั. ะะธัะตะบัะพั ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั ัะฐะผ ะฟะพะดัะฒะตัะดะธะป ััะพ. ะฏ ัะฐะบะถะต ะฟะตัะตะฟัะพะฒะตัะธะป ะทะฐะฟะธัะธ. ะญัะพ ะดะตะนััะฒะธัะตะปัะฝะพ ะพะฝะฐยป. ะขะพะปัะบะพ ัะพะณะดะฐ ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ะฟะพะดะฝัะป ะณะปะฐะทะฐ. ะฃ ะฏะฝั ัะตะทะบะพ ะฟะตัะตั ะฒะฐัะธะปะพ ะดัั ะฐะฝะธะต ะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะฝัะปะฐ, ััะพ ะฟะตัะตะด ะฝะตะน ัะฐะผ ะฑะพัั ะบะพัะฟะพัะฐัะธะธ ยซะะฐัะฐะผะฐัะฝัยป. ยซะั ัะพั ัะตะปะพะฒะตะบ, ะบะพัะพััะน ะฟะพะผะพะณ ะผะฝะต ะฟัะพัะปะพะน ะฝะพััั?ยป - ัะฟัะพัะธะป ะะธัะฐะปะธะน, ะพะณะปัะดัะฒะฐั ะตั ั ะณะพะปะพะฒั ะดะพ ะฝะพะณ. ะฏะฝะฐ ััั ะถะต ะฟัะธะณะฝัะปะฐ ะณะพะปะพะฒั, ะฝะต ัะตัะฐััั ะฒัััะตัะธัััั ั ะณัะพะทะฝัะผ ะฒะทะณะปัะดะพะผ ะผัะถัะธะฝั. ยซะะฐ... ะญ-ััะพ ะฑัะปะฐ ัยป, - ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ัะพะฒัะตะผ ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐะปะฐ, ะพ ััะผ ะธะดัั ัะตัั, ะฝะพ ะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ััะพ ะฒ ะตั ะธะฝัะตัะตัะฐั ะฒะพะนัะธ ะฒ ะดะพะฒะตัะธะต ะบ ะะธัะฐะปะธั ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒั. ะัะณะพะดะฐ ะฝะต ะทะฐััะฐะฒะธั ัะตะฑั ะถะดะฐัั. ะขะฐะบ ัะปััะธะปะพัั, ััะพ ะฒ ะฆะตะฝััะฐะปัะฝะพะผ ะฒะพะตะฝะฝะพะผ ะณะพัะฟะธัะฐะปะต ัะพะฑะธัะฐะปะธัั ะพัะพะฑัะฐัั ะบะฐะฝะดะธะดะฐัะพะฒ ะดะปั ะฟัะพั ะพะถะดะตะฝะธั ะฟัะฐะบัะธะบะธ. ะ ั ะพัั ััะพ ะฑัะปะพ ะพะฑะพะทะฝะฐัะตะฝะพ ะบะฐะบ ัะฐะบะพะฒะพะต, ะฒัะต ะฒ ััะพะน ะพััะฐัะปะธ ะทะฝะฐะปะธ, ััะพ ะธะฝัะตัะฝั ะฒ ะบะพะฝะตัะฝะพะผ ะธัะพะณะต ะฑัะดัั ะฟัะธะฝััั ะฝะฐ ัะฐะฑะพัั ะธ ะดะพะถะธะฒัั ะดะพ ะบะพะฝัะฐ ัะฒะพะตะน ะบะฐััะตัั ะฒ ััะพะผ ัััะตะถะดะตะฝะธะธ. ะัะปะธ ัะถ ะฝะฐ ัะพ ะฟะพัะปะพ, ะฆะตะฝััะฐะปัะฝัะน ะฒะพะตะฝะฝัะน ะณะพัะฟะธัะฐะปั ะธะผะตะป ะดะพัััะฟ ะบ ัะตััััะฐะผ, ะบะพัะพััะต ะฑัะปะธ ะฝะฐะผะฝะพะณะพ ะปัััะต, ัะตะผ ะฒ ััะพะน ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัะต. ะฏะฝะฐ ะฟะปะฐะฝะธัะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะฟะพะดััะถะธัััั ั ะะธัะฐะปะธะตะผ ะฒ ะฝะฐะดะตะถะดะต ะธัะฟะพะปัะทะพะฒะฐัั ะตะณะพ ัะฒัะทะธ, ััะพะฑั ะฟะพะฟะฐััั ะฒ ะปััััั ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั. ยซะฏ ะผะพะณั ะบะพะผะฟะตะฝัะธัะพะฒะฐัั ัะตะฑะต ะฒัะตะผ, ัะตะผ ัั ะทะฐั ะพัะตัั, ะดะฐะถะต ะฑัะฐะบะพะผยป, - ะฒะฝะตะทะฐะฟะฝะพ ะฟัะตัะฒะฐะป ะตั ะผััะปะธ ั ะพะปะพะดะฝัะน ะณะพะปะพั ะะธัะฐะปะธั. ะะณะพ ะปะธัะพ ะพััะฐะฒะฐะปะพัั ะพััััะฐะฝัะฝะฝัะผ, ะฝะพ ะผััะปั ะพ ะฒัะตัะฐัะฝะตะน ะฝะพัะธ ัะผัะณัะธะปะฐ ะถัััะบัั ะปะธะฝะธั ะตะณะพ ััะฐ. ยซะงัะพ ะถ... ะฏ...ยป - ััะพ ะฑัะปะพ ะฝะฐััะพะปัะบะพ ะฝะตะพะถะธะดะฐะฝะฝะพ, ัะตะผ ะฏะฝะฐ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ัะตะฑะต ะฟัะตะดััะฐะฒะธัั, ััะพ ะพะฝะฐ ั ัััะดะพะผ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะพะฑัะฐัั ัะปะพะฒะฐ. ยซะัะธั ะพะดะธ ะบะพ ะผะฝะต, ะบะฐะบ ัะพะปัะบะพ ะฟัะธะผะตัั ัะตัะตะฝะธะตยป, - ะฒััะฐะป ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ะธ ะถะตััะพะผ ะฟะพะฟัะพัะธะป ะะตะฝะธัะฐ ะดะฐัั ะตะน ัะฒะพะน ะบะพะฝัะฐะบัะฝัะน ัะตะปะตัะพะฝ. ะะธัะตะบัะพั ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั ะฟะพัะฟะตัะธะป ะธ ะฟัะตะดะปะพะถะธะป ะะธัะฐะปะธั ะฟัะพะฒะพะดะธัั ะตะณะพ ะบ ะฒัั ะพะดั. ยซะ ััะพะผ ะฝะตั ะฝะตะพะฑั ะพะดะธะผะพััะธยป, - ะพัะบะฐะทะฐะปัั ัะพั, ะธ ะฒัั ะตะณะพ ะฟะพะฒะตะดะตะฝะธะต ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ััะฐะปะพ ั ะพะปะพะดะฝัะผ. ะะฐัะตะผ ะพะฝ ะพััะฐะฝะพะฒะธะปัั, ะบะฐะบ ะฑัะดัะพ ะตะณะพ ะบะพะต-ััะพ ะพัะตะฝะธะปะพ. ะะฝ ะพะฑะตัะฝัะปัั ะบ ะดะธัะตะบัะพัั ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะป: ยซะะพะถะฐะปัะนััะฐ, ะฟะพะทะฐะฑะพัััะตัั ะพ ะฝะตะนยป. ยซะะพะฝะตัะฝะพยป, - ะทะฐะฒะตัะธะป ะตะณะพ ะดะธัะตะบัะพั ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั ั ะฒะตะถะปะธะฒะพะน ัะปัะฑะบะพะน. ะฃะฑะตะดะธะฒัะธัั, ััะพ ะพะฝะธ ะฝะฐั ะพะดัััั ะฒะฝะต ะฟัะตะดะตะปะพะฒ ัะปััะธะผะพััะธ, ะะตะฝะธั ะฟะพะดะพััะป ะบ ะะธัะฐะปะธั. ยซะะฐัะฐะปัะฝะธะบ, - ะพะฑัะฐัะธะปัั ะพะฝ ัะธั ะธะผ, ะฝะพ ะฝะฐััะพััะตะปัะฝัะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ, - ะฒั ะฒะตะดั ัะถะต ะถะตะฝะฐัั. ะฏ ะฝะต ะดัะผะฐั, ััะพ ะฑัะฐะบ ัะฒะปัะตััั ะฟัะธะตะผะปะตะผัะผ ะฒะฐัะธะฐะฝัะพะผ ะดะปั ะณะพัะฟะพะถะธ ะะณะฐัะพะฝะพะฒะพะน. ะะฐะผ ัะปะตะดัะตั ะพัะบะฐะทะฐัััั ะพั ััะพะณะพ ะฟัะตะดะปะพะถะตะฝะธัยป. ะัะฑั ะะธัะฐะปะธั ะดััะฝัะปะธัั ะฟัะธ ัะฟะพะผะธะฝะฐะฝะธะธ ะพ ะตะณะพ ะฑัะฐะบะต, ะฐ ะปะธัะพ ะตัั ะฑะพะปััะต ะฟะพะผัะฐัะฝะตะปะพ, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝ ะฟะพะดัะผะฐะป ะพ ะถะตะฝัะธะฝะต, ะฝะฐ ะบะพัะพัะพะน ะตะณะพ ะทะฐััะฐะฒะธะปะธ ะถะตะฝะธัััั. ยซะขะตะฑะต ััะพ, ะถะธัั ะฝะฐะดะพะตะปะพ?ยป - ะฟัะธะณัะพะทะธะป ะพะฝ ัะฒะพะตะผั ะฟะพะผะพัะฝะธะบั. ะขะพั ะฟะพะฝัะป, ััะพ ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ัะพ, ัะตะณะพ ะฝะต ัะปะตะดะพะฒะฐะปะพ, ะธ ััั ะถะต ะทะฐะดัะพะถะฐะป. ะ ััะพั ะผะพะผะตะฝั ะพะฝ ะฝะต ะทะฝะฐะป, ะบัะพ ะฑะพะปััะต ะฒัะตะณะพ ะทะปะธั ะตะณะพ ะฑะพััะฐ - ะฝะพะฒะฐั ะฝะตะฒะตััะฐ ะธะปะธ ัะตะปะพะฒะตะบ, ััะพััะธะน ะทะฐ ะฒัะตัะฐัะฝะธะผ ะฝะฐะฟะฐะดะตะฝะธะตะผ. ะขะตะผ ะฒัะตะผะตะฝะตะผ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒะตัะฝัะปะฐัั ะฝะฐ ะฒะธะปะปั, ะบะพัะพััั ะดะพะปะถะฝะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ะดะตะปะธัั ั ะผัะถะตะผ. ะญะบะพะฝะพะผะบะฐ ััะตะดะฝะธั ะปะตั, ะะธะบัะพัะธั ะ ะพะผะฐะฝะพะฒะฐ, ะฒัััะตัะธะปะฐ ะตั ะฒ ัะพะนะต, ะฝะฐ ะตั ะปะธัะต ะฑัะปะพ ะฝะฐะฟะธัะฐะฝะพ ะฑะตัะฟะพะบะพะนััะฒะพ. ยซะะพัะตะผั ะฒะฐั ะฝะต ะฑัะปะพ ะฒัะตัะฐ ะฒะตัะตัะพะผ, ะณะพัะฟะพะถะฐ?ยป ยซะฏ ะดะพะปะถะฝะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะผะตะฝะธัั ะบะพะปะปะตะณัยป, - ะพัะฒะตัะธะปะฐ ัะฐ. ะั ะณะปะฐะทะฐ ะฑัะปะธ ะฟะพะบัะฐัะฝะตะฒัะธะผะธ ะธ ัะปะตะทะธะปะธัั ะพั ัััะฐะปะพััะธ. ะฃะฒะธะดะตะฒ ััะพ, ะะธะบัะพัะธั ัะตัะธะปะฐ ะฝะต ะฝะฐััะฐะธะฒะฐัั ะฝะฐ ัะฒะพัะผ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝัะปะฐัั ะฝะฐะฒะตัั ะธ ะฟะพะณััะทะธะปะฐัั ะฒ ะฒะฐะฝะฝั. ะั ะผััะปะธ ะฝะตะฒะพะปัะฝะพ ะฒะตัะฝัะปะธัั ะบ ะฟัะตะดัะดััะตะน ะฝะพัะธ, ะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพััะฒััะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ, ะบะฐะบ ะตั ััะบะธ ะฝะฐัะฐะปะธ ะณะพัะตัั. ะะฝะฐ ะฒะทะดะพั ะฝัะปะฐ ะธ ะฟะพะณััะทะธะปะฐัั ะฒ ะฒะพะดั, ะบะฐะบ ะฑั ัะฟะฐัะฐััั ะพั ััะตะฒะพะถะฝัั ะฒะพัะฟะพะผะธะฝะฐะฝะธะน. ะั ััะฒััะฒะฐ ะฟะพ ััะพะผั ะฟะพะฒะพะดั ะฑัะปะธ ัะผะตัะฐะฝะฝัะผะธ, ะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ั ัะตะณะพ ะฝะฐัะฐัั. ะะฝะฐ ะดะฐะถะต ะฝะต ะฟัะตะดััะฐะฒะปัะปะฐ, ััะพ ััะพ ะฑัะป ะทะฐ ัะตะปะพะฒะตะบ. ะะพะปะตะต ัะพะณะพ, ะพะฝะฐ ัะตะฟะตัั ะฑัะปะฐ ะทะฐะผัะถะตะผ. ะั ััะพะน ะผััะปะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพััะฒััะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะฒะธะฝั. ะะตัะผะพััั ะฝะฐ ะพะฑััะพััะตะปัััะฒะฐ, ะบะพัะพััะต ะฟัะธะฒะตะปะธ ะธั ะบ ะฝัะฝะตัะฝะตะผั ะฟะพะปะพะถะตะฝะธั, ัะฐะบั ะพััะฐะฒะฐะปัั ัะฐะบัะพะผ: ะพะฝะฐ ะธ ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ัะฒะปััััั ะผัะถะตะผ ะธ ะถะตะฝะพะน. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒััะปะฐ ะธะท ะฒะฐะฝะฝั, ะพะดะตะปะฐัั ะธ ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ะฟัะธะณะพัะพะฒะธะปะฐัั ะบ ะฒัั ะพะดั. ะะฐะบ ัะพะปัะบะพ ะพะฝะฐ ัะฟัััะธะปะฐัั ะฒะฝะธะท, ะะธะบัะพัะธั ััั ะถะต ะทะฐััะตัะธะปะฐัั ะฒะพะบััะณ ะฝะตั: ยซะั ะพะฟััั ัั ะพะดะธัะต ัะฐะบ ัะบะพัะพ? ะะพัะตะผั ะฑั ะฒะฐะผ ัะฝะฐัะฐะปะฐ ะฝะต ะฟะพะทะฐะฒััะฐะบะฐัั?ยป ะขะฐ ะฟะพัะผะพััะตะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะฒัะตะผั. ยซะะตั, ั ะพะฟะพะทะดะฐั ะฝะฐ ัะฐะฑะพััยป. ะะธะบัะพัะธั ะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ััะพ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒัะฐั, ะฟะพััะพะผั ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐะปะฐ, ััะพ ะดะปั ััะพะน ะผะพะปะพะดะพะน ะดะตะฒััะบะธ ัะฒะปัะตััั ะฝะพัะผะพะน ะฟัะพะฒะพะดะธัั ะฝะฐ ัะฐะฑะพัะต ะฝะตัะผะตัะตะฝะฝะพะต ะบะพะปะธัะตััะฒะพ ะฒัะตะผะตะฝะธ. ะขะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟัะพััะฝัะปะฐ ะตะน ััะฐะบะฐะฝ ะผะพะปะพะบะฐ: ยซะัะฟะตะนัะต ั ะพัั ะฑั ััะพ. ะััะพัะพะถะฝะพ, ะพะฝะพ ะณะพัััะตะตยป. ยซะกะฟะฐัะธะฑะพยป, - ัะธั ะพ ะฟัะพะธะทะฝะตัะปะฐ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ, ัะพะณัะตัะฐั ะทะฐะฑะพัะพะน ัะบะพะฝะพะผะบะธ. ยซะะต ะทะฐ ััะพยป, - ะปัะฑะตะทะฝะพ ัะปัะฑะฝัะปะฐัั ัะบะพะฝะพะผะบะฐ. ะะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพ, ััะพั ะฑัะฐะบ ะธ ะฑัะป ะฒัะฝัะถะดะตะฝะฝัะผ, ะฝะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะดะพััะฐัะพัะฝะพ ั ะพัะพัะพ ะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ััะพ ะฝะตะปัะทั ัะผะพััะตัั ะฝะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปั ัะฒััะพะบะฐ. ะะฐะถะต ะฑะตะท ัะธััะปะฐ ะถะตะฝั ะะธัะฐะปะธั ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ - ะฟัะพัะตััะธะพะฝะฐะปัะฝัะน ะฒัะฐั, ะธ ััะพ ะดะตะปะฐะตั ะตั ะฑะพะปะตะต ัะตะผ ะดะพััะพะนะฝะพะน ัะฒะฐะถะตะฝะธั. ะะพะฟะธะฒ ะผะพะปะพะบะพ, ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒะตัะฝัะปะฐ ััะฐะบะฐะฝ ะะธะบัะพัะธะธ ะธ ะฝะฐะฟัะฐะฒะธะปะฐัั ะบ ะฒัั ะพะดั. ะะดะฝะฐะบะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ะฟะพัะปะฐ ััะฐะทั ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัั ะพัะดัั ะฐ ะฟะตััะพะฝะฐะปะฐ. ะะฝะฐ ะฒััะปะฐ ะธะท ะดะพะผะฐ ะฟะพัะฐะฝััะต, ะฟะพัะพะผั ััะพ ะตะน ะฝัะถะฝะพ ะฑัะปะพ ะทะฐะนัะธ ะฒ ััะฐัะธะพะฝะฐั. ะั ะผะฐัั ะฑัะปะฐ ะฟะพะผะตัะตะฝะฐ ะฒ ะพัะดะตะปะตะฝะธะต ะธะฝัะตะฝัะธะฒะฝะพะน ัะตัะฐะฟะธะธ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะผะพะปัะฐ ะฒะพัะปะฐ ะฒ ะฟะฐะปะฐัั ะธ ะฟัะพะฒะตัะธะปะฐ ัะพััะพัะฝะธะต ะผะฐัะตัะธ. ะะตะฝัะธะฝะฐ ะฟะพ-ะฟัะตะถะฝะตะผั ะฝะฐั ะพะดะธะปะฐัั ะฒ ะฟะปะพั ะพะผ ัะพััะพัะฝะธะธ. ะกะตัะดัะต ะดะตะฒััะบะธ ะทะฐะฝัะปะพ. ะั ะผะฐัั ัััะฐะดะฐะปะฐ ะพั ัะตัะดะตัะฝะพะน ะฝะตะดะพััะฐัะพัะฝะพััะธ ะธ ะฝะฐั ะพะดะธะปะฐัั ะฒ ะบัะธัะธัะตัะบะพะผ ัะพััะพัะฝะธะธ. ะะดะธะฝััะฒะตะฝะฝัะผ ัะฟะพัะพะฑะพะผ ัะพั ัะฐะฝะธัั ะถะธะทะฝั ะผะฐัะตัะธ ะฑัะปะฐ ะฟะตัะตัะฐะดะบะฐ ัะตัะดัะฐ, ะบะพัะพัะฐั, ะตััะตััะฒะตะฝะฝะพ, ะพะฑะพัะปะฐัั ะฑั ะฒ ัะตะปะพะต ัะพััะพัะฝะธะต. ะัะฝะพะฒะฝะพะน ะฟัะธัะธะฝะพะน, ะฟะพ ะบะพัะพัะพะน ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะพะณะปะฐัะธะปะฐัั ะฝะฐ ะฑัะฐะบ, ะฑัะปะพ ัะพ, ััะพ ะตั ะพัะตั ัะณัะพะถะฐะป ัะดะตัะถะฐัั ะดะตะฝัะณะธ, ะฝะตะพะฑั ะพะดะธะผัะต ะดะปั ะพะฟะตัะฐัะธะธ. ะขะตะฟะตัั, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฒััะปะฐ ะทะฐะผัะถ, ะบะฐะบ ัะพะณะพ ััะตะฑะพะฒะฐะป ะตั ะพัะตั, ะฒัั, ััะพ ะธะผ ะฑัะปะพ ะฝัะถะฝะพ, ััะพ ะฝะฐะนัะธ ะฟะพะดั ะพะดััะตะณะพ ะดะพะฝะพัะฐ ัะตัะดัะฐ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฑัะพัะธะปะฐ ะณะพััะบะธะน ะฒะทะณะปัะด ะฝะฐ ะผะฐัั: ยซะะฐะผะฐ, ั ัะตะฑั ะฒัะปะตัั. ะฏ ะพะฑะตัะฐัยป. ะั ะผะฐัั ะฑัะปะฐ ัะฐะผัะผ ะฑะปะธะทะบะธะผ ัะตะปะพะฒะตะบะพะผ, ะตั ะณะปะฐะฒะฝะพะน ะฟะพะดะดะตัะถะบะพะน ะธ ะฝะฐะดัะถะฝัะผ ะดะพะฒะตัะตะฝะฝัะผ ะปะธัะพะผ. ะะตะพะถะธะดะฐะฝะฝะพ ะทะฐะทะฒะพะฝะธะป ัะตะปะตัะพะฝ. ะะตะฒััะบะฐ ะดะพััะฐะปะฐ ัะตะปะตัะพะฝ ะธะท ะบะฐัะผะฐะฝะฐ ะธ ะพัะฒะตัะธะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะทะฒะพะฝะพะบ. ยซะะธะปะฐ, - ัะฐะทะดะฐะปัั ะผัะถัะบะพะน ะณะพะปะพั. - ะะฝะต ะฝัะถะฝะพ, ััะพะฑั ัั ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะผะฝะต ะพะดะฝั ััะปัะณัยป. ะะปะฐะฒะฐ 3 ะงะฐััะฝัะน ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝั ะะฐะผะธะปะปะต ะฟะพะทะฒะพะฝะธะป ะคัะดะพั ะคะฐะปัะบะพะฒ. ะะฝะธ ััะธะปะธัั ะฒ ะพะดะฝะพะผ ะผะตะดะธัะธะฝัะบะพะผ ัะฝะธะฒะตััะธัะตัะต, ั ะพัั ะพะฝ ะฑัะป ะฝะฐ ะดะฒะฐ ะณะพะดะฐ ััะฐััะต ะตั. ะะฐัะตะผ ะพะฝ ัะตั ะฐะป ะทะฐ ะณัะฐะฝะธัั, ััะพะฑั ะฟัะพะดะพะปะถะธัั ะพะฑััะตะฝะธะต, ะธ ัะตะฟะตัั ะฑัะป ะธะทะฒะตััะฝัะผ ัะบัะฟะตััะพะผ ะฒ ัะฒะพะตะน ะพะฑะปะฐััะธ. ะคัะดะพั ะฒัะตะณะดะฐ ั ะพัะพัะพ ะทะฐะฑะพัะธะปัั ะพ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะต, ะฟะพััะพะผั ะพะฝะธ ะฑัะปะธ ะดะพะฒะพะปัะฝะพ ะฑะปะธะทะบะธ. ยซะ ะบะฐะบะพะน ััะปัะณะต ะธะดัั ัะตัั?ยป - ะฟััะผะพ ัะฟัะพัะธะปะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ยซะฃ ะผะตะฝั ะตััั ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝั, ะฝัะถะดะฐััะธะนัั ะฒ ะปะตัะตะฝะธะธ, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ั ะผะตะฝั ะฟะพัะฒะธะปะพัั ะฝะตะพัะปะพะถะฝะพะต ะดะตะปะพ, ะธ ั ะฝะต ะดัะผะฐั, ััะพ ัะผะพะณั ะทะฐะฝััััั ััะธะผ ะฒ ะฑะปะธะถะฐะนัะตะต ะฒัะตะผั. ะะพะถะฐะปัะนััะฐ, ะฒะพะทัะผะธ ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝัะฐ ะฟะพะด ัะฒะพั ะบััะปะพยป, - ะฟะพะฟัะพัะธะป ะคัะดะพั. ะะฐะผะธะปะฐ ะฒะทะณะปัะฝัะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ัะฒะพั ัะฐัะฟะธัะฐะฝะธะต. ะกะตะณะพะดะฝั ั ะฝะตั ะฝะต ะฑัะปะพ ะดะตะป ะฒ ะพัะธัะต, ะธ, ะตัะปะธ ะฝะต ััะธัะฐัั ะดะฒัั ะพะฟะตัะฐัะธะน, ะทะฐะฟะปะฐะฝะธัะพะฒะฐะฝะฝัั ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะปะดะตะฝั, ะพะฝะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ะฟัะฐะบัะธัะตัะบะธ ัะฒะพะฑะพะดะฝะฐ. ยซะะฐ, ะบะพะฝะตัะฝะพ. ะัะดะฐ ะผะฝะต ะฟะพะดัะตั ะฐัั?ยป - ัะฟัะพัะธะปะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ยซะฏ ะฝะฐะฟะธัั ัะตะฑะต ะฐะดัะตั. ะะพะณะดะฐ ะดะพะฑะตัััััั ััะดะฐ, ะฟัะพััะพ ัะบะฐะถะธ ะพั ัะฐะฝะฝะธะบะฐะผ, ััะพ ัั ะฟัะธะตั ะฐะปะฐ ะบ ะณะพัะฟะพะดะธะฝั ะะฐะปะฐัะฝะธะบะพะฒั, ะธ ะพะฝะธ ะพะฑะพ ะฒััะผ ะฟะพะทะฐะฑะพัััััยป, - ะพัะฒะตัะธะป ะคัะดะพั. ยซะะพะณะพะฒะพัะธะปะธััยป, - ะพัะฒะตัะธะปะฐ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ. ยซะัั ะบะพะต-ััะพ, - ะดะพะฑะฐะฒะธะป ะคัะดะพั, ะธ ะตะณะพ ัะพะฝ ััะฐะป ัะตัััะทะฝัะผ. - ะะธะบะพะณะดะฐ ะฝะธะบะพะผั ะพะฑ ััะพะผ ะฝะต ะณะพะฒะพัะธ ะธ ะฝะต ะทะฐะดะฐะฒะฐะน ะปะธัะฝะธั ะฒะพะฟัะพัะพะฒ. ะัั, ััะพ ัะตะฑะต ะฝัะถะฝะพ ัะดะตะปะฐัั, ััะพ ะฒัะปะตัะธัั ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝัะฐยป. ยซะฏัะฝะพ. ะะต ะฒะพะปะฝัะนััยป, - ะพัะฒะตัะธะปะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะะฝะธ ะฟะพะฟัะพัะฐะปะธัั, ะธ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒัะทะฒะฐะปะฐ ัะฐะบัะธ, ััะพะฑั ะดะพะฑัะฐัััั ะบ ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝัั. ะะตััะพ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะพัั ะฒ ะฟัะตััะธะถะฝะพะผ ัะฐะนะพะฝะต, ะทะฐะฟะพะปะฝะตะฝะฝะพะผ ะฒะธะปะปะฐะผะธ, ะพัะฝะฐััะฝะฝัะผะธ ัะธััะตะผะฐะผะธ ะฑะตะทะพะฟะฐัะฝะพััะธ ะฒัััะตะณะพ ััะพะฒะฝั. ะะฐะบ ะธ ะพะถะธะดะฐะปะพัั, ะฝะฐ ะฒั ะพะดะต ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ ััะพะปะบะฝัะปะฐัั ั ัััะพะฒะพะน ะพั ัะฐะฝะพะน. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพัะปะตะดะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะธะฝััััะบัะธัะผ ะธ ัะฟะพะผัะฝัะปะฐ ะณะพัะฟะพะดะธะฝะฐ ะะฐะปะฐัะฝะธะบะพะฒะฐ. ะกะดะตะปะฐะฒ ะทะฒะพะฝะพะบ, ััะพะฑั ัะฑะตะดะธัััั ะฒ ะฟัะฐะฒะดะธะฒะพััะธ ะตั ัะปะพะฒ, ะพั ัะฐะฝะฝะธะบ ะฟัะธะณะปะฐัะธะป ะะฐะผะธะปะปั ะฒะฝัััั. ะะตะฒััะบะฐ ะปะตะณะบะพ ะฝะฐัะปะฐ ะฒะธะปะปั. ะะฝะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝัะปะฐัั ะฟะพ ัััะฟะตะฝัะบะฐะผ ะธ ะฟะพะทะฒะพะฝะธะปะฐ ะฒ ะดะฒะตัั. ะงะตัะตะท ะฝะตัะบะพะปัะบะพ ัะตะบัะฝะด ะดะฒะตัั ะพัะบััะปะฐัั. ะะฐะทะฐะปะพัั, ััะพ ัะธััะฐัะธั ะดะตะนััะฒะธัะตะปัะฝะพ ะฑัะปะฐ ััะพัะฝะพะน. ะะตะฝะธั ะฝะฐั ะผััะธะปัั. ะะฝะธ ะถะดะฐะปะธ ะคัะดะพัะฐ, ะฝะพ ะฒะผะตััะพ ััะพะณะพ ะฝะฐ ะฟะพัะพะณะต ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐัั ะฝะตะทะฒะฐะฝะฐั ะณะพัััั. ยซะัะพััะธัะต, ะฒัโฆยป - ะฝะฐัะฐะปะฐ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ. ะะท ัะบะฐะทะฐะฝะธะน ะคัะดะพัะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะถะต ัะดะตะปะฐะปะฐ ะฒัะฒะพะด, ััะพ ััะพั ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝั ัะตะฝะธั ัะฒะพั ะปะธัะฝะพะต ะฟัะพัััะฐะฝััะฒะพ, ะธ ััะพะฑั ะธะทะฑะตะถะฐัั ะฝะตะฟัะธััะฝะพััะตะน, ะพะฝะฐ ัะพัะปะฐ ัะฐะทัะผะฝัะผ ะฝะฐะดะตัั ะผะฐัะบั. ะะตะทะพะฟะฐัะฝะพััั ะฑัะปะฐ ะฒ ะฟัะธะพัะธัะตัะต. ยซะะพะบัะพั ะคะฐะปัะบะพะฒ ะฟะพะฟัะพัะธะป ะผะตะฝั ะฟัะธะตั ะฐัั ััะดะฐยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะะตะฝะธั ะผะตะปัะบะพะผ ะฒะทะณะปัะฝัะป ะฝะฐ ะฐะฟัะตัะบั, ะบะพัะพััั ะพะฝะฐ ะดะตัะถะฐะปะฐ: ยซะั ะทะฝะฐะตัะต, ััะพ ะดะตะปะฐัั?ยป ยซะะฐ, ะดะพะบัะพั ะคะฐะปัะบะพะฒ ะดะฐะป ะผะฝะต ะธะฝััััะบัะธะธ. ะฏ ัะพั ัะฐะฝั ะฒัั ะฒ ัััะพะณะพะน ะบะพะฝัะธะดะตะฝัะธะฐะปัะฝะพััะธยป, - ะพัะฒะตัะธะปะฐ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ. ะะตะฝะธั ะทะฝะฐะป, ััะพ ะคัะดะพั ะฝะต ะฟะตัะตะดะฐะป ะฑั ัะฒะพะธ ะพะฑัะทะฐะฝะฝะพััะธ ัะพะผั, ะบัะพ ะฝะต ะทะฐัะปัะถะธะฒะฐะตั ะดะพะฒะตัะธั ะธะปะธ ะฝะตะบะพะผะฟะตัะตะฝัะตะฝ, ะฟะพััะพะผั ััะฒะตัะดะธัะตะปัะฝะพ ะบะธะฒะฝัะป ะธ ะฒะฟัััะธะป ะะฐะผะธะปะปั. ะะฝ ะฟัะพะฒัะป ะตั ะผะธะผะพ ัะพัะบะพัะฝะพะน ะณะพััะธะฝะพะน, ะทะฐัะตะผ ะฒะฒะตัั ะฟะพ ะปะตััะฝะธัะต ะฒ ัะฟะฐะปัะฝั. ะ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัะต ะฑัะปะพ ัะตะผะฝะพ. ยซะะฐะบ ั ะฑัะดั ะฟัะพะฒะพะดะธัั ะปะตัะตะฝะธะต ะฑะตะท ัะฒะตัะฐ?ยป - ัะฟัะพัะธะปะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะะพะณะดะฐ ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ััะปััะฐะป ะถะตะฝัะบะธะน ะณะพะปะพั, ัะพ ะฟะพัะฟะตัะฝะพ ัั ะฒะฐัะธะป ัะฒะพะน ะฟะธะดะถะฐะบ ะธ ะฝะฐััะฝัะป ะตะณะพ ะฝะฐ ะปะธัะพ. ยซะะบะปััะธ ัะฒะตัยป, - ะฟัะธะบะฐะทะฐะป ะพะฝ ัะบะฒะพะทั ัะบะฐะฝั. ะะตะฝะธั ััะปะบะฝัะป ะฒัะบะปััะฐัะตะปะตะผ, ะธ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัั ะทะฐะปะธะป ััะบะธะน ัะฒะตั. ะะตัะฒะพะน ะผััะปัั ะะฐะผะธะปะปั ะฑัะปะพ ัะพ, ััะพ ะณะพะปะพั ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝัะฐ ะฑัะป ะดะพะฒะพะปัะฝะพ ะทะฝะฐะบะพะผัะผ, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะพัะผะฐั ะฝัะปะฐัั ะพั ััะธั ะผััะปะตะน. ะะฝะฐ ัะฒะธะดะตะปะฐ ัะตะปะพะฒะตะบะฐ, ะปะตะถะฐัะตะณะพ ะฝะฐ ะบัะพะฒะฐัะธ, ััั ะฑะตะปะฐั ะฟะฐัะฐะดะฝะฐั ััะฑะฐัะบะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ะฒ ะฟััะฝะฐั ะดะฐะฒะฝะพ ะทะฐัะพั ัะตะน ะบัะพะฒะธ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะต ั ะพัะตะปะฐ ะฒะดะฐะฒะฐัััั ะฒ ะฟะพะดัะพะฑะฝะพััะธ ะธ ัะตัะธะปะฐ ัะพััะตะดะพัะพัะธัััั ะฝะฐ ัะฐะฝะฐั . ะัะถัะธะฝะฐ ัะฒะฝะพ ะฝะต ั ะพัะตะป ะฒัะดะฐะฒะฐัั ัะฒะพั ะปะธัะฝะพััั, ะฟะพััะพะผั ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ ะตััะตััะฒะตะฝะฝัะผ ะพะฑัะฐะทะพะผ ัะฒะฐะถะฐะปะฐ ะตะณะพ ะณัะฐะฝะธัั ะธ ะฒะตะปะฐ ัะตะฑั ะฟัะธะปะธัะฝะพ. ะะฝะฐ ะฟะพััะฐะฒะธะปะฐ ัะฒะพั ะฐะฟัะตัะบั ะฝะฐ ััะผะฑะพัะบั ะธ ะดะพััะฐะปะฐ ั ะธัััะณะธัะตัะบะธะต ะธะฝััััะผะตะฝัั. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะพะถะฝะธัะฐะผะธ ัะฐะทัะตะทะฐะปะฐ ััะฑะฐัะบั ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝัะฐ, ะพะฑะฝะฐะถะธะฒ ะตะณะพ ัะฐะฝั, ะบะพัะพััะต ะฑัะปะธ ะฟะพะบัััั ัะพะฝะบะธะผ ัะปะพะตะผ ะผะฐัะปะธ. ะะฝะฐ ัะฑัะฐะปะฐ ะฒัั ะธ, ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั, ัะฒะธะดะตะปะฐ ะดะฒะต ะทะธัััะธะต ัะฐะฝั ะฝะฐ ะฟัะฐะฒะพะน ััะพัะพะฝะต ัะพััะฐ ะผัะถัะธะฝั. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะฐัะฐะปะฐ ะปะตัะตะฝะธะต, ะพะฑัะฐะฑะพัะฐะฒ ัะฐะฝั ัะฒะพะธะผะธ ะปะพะฒะบะธะผะธ ััะบะฐะผะธ. ะัั ััะพ ะฒัะตะผั ะพะฝะฐ ะพััะฐะฒะฐะปะฐัั ัะฟะพะบะพะนะฝะพะน, ะฐ ะตั ะดะฒะธะถะตะฝะธั ะฑัะปะธ ะฑัััััะผะธ ะธ ัััะตะบัะธะฒะฝัะผะธ. ยซะััั ะปะธ ั ะฒะฐั ะฐะปะปะตัะณะธั ะฝะฐ ะฐะฝะตััะตะทะธั?ยป - ัะฟัะพัะธะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ัะตัะตะท ะฝะตะบะพัะพัะพะต ะฒัะตะผั. ะ ััะฐัััั, ัะฐะฝั ะฑัะปะธ ะฝะตะณะปัะฑะพะบะธะต ะธ ะฟะพะฒัะตะดะธะปะธ ะปะธัั ะฝะตะฑะพะปัััั ัะฐััั ะบะพะถะธ, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ััะตะฑะพะฒะฐะปะพัั ั ะธัััะณะธัะตัะบะพะต ะฒะผะตัะฐัะตะปัััะฒะพ. ะัะพัะตัั ััะตะฑะพะฒะฐะป ะฟัะธะผะตะฝะตะฝะธั ะผะตััะฝะพะน ะฐะฝะตััะตะทะธะธ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะณะพะฒะพัะธะปะฐ ัะฟะพะบะพะนะฝะพ, ะฟะพััะธ ัะธั ะพ, ััะพ ัะตะทะบะพ ะบะพะฝััะฐััะธัะพะฒะฐะปะพ ั ะตั ะฑะตะทัะผะฝัะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ ะฟัะพัะปะพะน ะฝะพััั. ะะพััะพะผั, ะฝะตัะผะพััั ะฝะฐ ะพะฑะผะตะฝ ะฝะตัะบะพะปัะบะธะผะธ ัะปะพะฒะฐะผะธ, ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ัะพะฒัะตะผ ะฝะต ัะทะฝะฐะป ะตั. ยซะะตัยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะพะฝ ัะฒะพะธะผ ะพะฑััะฝัะผ ั ะพะปะพะดะฝัะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ, ะฟัะพ ัะตะฑั ะฒะพัั ะฒะฐะปัั ะตั ะฟัะพัะตััะธะพะฝะฐะปะธะทะผ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟัะธัััะฟะธะปะฐ ะบ ะฟัะธะณะพัะพะฒะปะตะฝะธั ะฐะฝะตััะตะทะธะธ, ะฐ ะทะฐัะตะผ ะฒะฒะตะปะฐ ะตั ะฒ ะพะฑะปะฐััั ะฒะพะบััะณ ัะฐะฝ. ะะผ ะฟัะธัะปะพัั ะฟะพะดะพะถะดะฐัั ะฟะฐัั ะผะธะฝัั, ะฟะพะบะฐ ะฝะฐัะฐะปะพัั ะดะตะนััะฒะธะต ะฟัะตะฟะฐัะฐัะฐ, ะฟะพัะปะต ัะตะณะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะฐะปะพะถะธะปะฐ ัะฒั. ะัะธะผะตัะฝะพ ัะตัะตะท ัะฐั ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั ะทะฐะบะพะฝัะธะปะฐ. ะ ัะตะปะพะผ, ะปะตัะตะฝะธะต ะฟัะพัะปะพ ะฑััััะพ ะธ ััะฟะตัะฝะพ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพัะผะพััะตะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ัะฒะพะธ ะพะบ**ะฒะฐะฒะปะตะฝะฝัะต ััะบะธ ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ: ยซะะฝะต ะฝัะถะฝะพ ะฒ ัะฑะพัะฝััยป. ยซะั ะผะพะถะตัะต ะธัะฟะพะปัะทะพะฒะฐัั ัั, ััะพ ะฒะฝะธะทัยป, - ะพัะฒะตัะธะป ะะตะฝะธั. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพัะฟะตัะฝะพ ะฟะพะบะธะฝัะปะฐ ัะฟะฐะปัะฝั. ะฃะฑะตะดะธะฒัะธัั, ััะพ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ ะฒะตัะฝัะปะฐัั ะฝะฐ ะฟะตัะฒัะน ััะฐะถ, ะะตะฝะธั ะทะฐะบััะป ะดะฒะตัั ะธ ะฟะพัะฟะตัะธะป ะบ ะะธัะฐะปะธั. ยซะฏ ัะทะฝะฐะป, ััะพ ะฑะฐะฝะดะธัั, ะฝะฐะฟะฐะฒัะธะต ะฝะฐ ะฒะฐั ะฒัะตัะฐ, ะฟะพะดะพัะปะฐะฝั ะัััะผะพะผ. ะะฝ, ะฒะตัะพััะฝะพ, ะพััะฐัะฝะฝะพ ั ะพัะตั ะธะทะฑะฐะฒะธัััั ะพั ะฒะฐั, ะพัะพะฑะตะฝะฝะพ ะฟะพัะปะต ัะพะณะพ, ะบะฐะบ ะฒั ะฒััะธัะปะธะปะธ ะตะณะพ ัะฟะธะพะฝะพะฒ ะฒ ะฒะฐัะตะน ะบะพะผะฟะฐะฝะธะธยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะะตะฝะธั. ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ะทะฐััะพะฝะฐะป ะพั ะฑะพะปะธ, ััะฐะถะธะฒะฐััั, ะฐ ะทะฐัะตะผ ะฟะพะดััะฝัะปัั ะบ ะบัะฐั ะบัะพะฒะฐัะธ ะธ ะพะฟัััะธะป ะฝะพะณะธ ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะป. ะะฝ ะฒัะณะปัะดะตะป ัะปะฐะฑัะผ, ะฝะพ ะตะณะพ ะณะปะฐะทะฐ ะฒัะฟัั ะฝัะปะธ ะพะฟะฐัะฝัะผ ะฑะปะตัะบะพะผ. ะัะถัะธะฝะฐ ะฟะตัะตะฒัะป ะฟัะพะฝะทะธัะตะปัะฝัะน ะฒะทะณะปัะด ะฝะฐ ัะฒะพะตะณะพ ะฟะพะผะพัะฝะธะบะฐ. ยซะญัะฐ ะถะตะฝัะธะฝะฐ, ะฝะฐ ะบะพัะพัะพะน ั ะฑัะป ะฒัะฝัะถะดะตะฝ ะถะตะฝะธัััั, ะธะผะตะตั ะบะฐะบะพะต-ะปะธะฑะพ ะพัะฝะพัะตะฝะธะต ะบ ะัััะผั?ยป - ัะฟัะพัะธะป ะพะฝ. ะะตะฝะธั ะฟะพะฝะธะทะธะป ะณะพะปะพั: ยซะะฐ ัะฐะผะพะผ ะดะตะปะต, ะัััะผ ัะฒัะทะฐะปัั ั ะฒะฐัะธะผ ัะตััะตะผ, ะะธัะพะฝะพะผ. ะะฝ ัััะตะผะธะปัั ะฒัะดะฐัั ัะฒะพั ะดะพัั ะทะฐะผัะถ ะทะฐ ัะปะตะฝะฐ ัะตะผัะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒัั , ะฝะพ, ะฟะพั ะพะถะต, ะฝะธะบะพะณะดะฐ ะฝะต ัะฐััะผะฐััะธะฒะฐะป ะฒะฐัะตะณะพ ะบัะทะตะฝะฐ ะะปัั, ะบะฐะบ ะฟะพะดั ะพะดััะตะณะพ ะบะฐะฝะดะธะดะฐัะฐ. ะะพะปะถะฝะพ ะฑััั, ะัััะผ ะดะพะณะพะฒะพัะธะปัั ั ะฝะธะผยป. ยซะะฝ ะฝะต ะฟะตัะตััะฐัั ะผะตะฝั ัะดะธะฒะปััั ะบะฐะถะดัะน ะดะตะฝั. ะก ะผะพะตะน ััะพัะพะฝั ะฑัะดะตั ะฝะต ะฒะตะถะปะธะฒะพ ะฟัะพะผะพะปัะฐัั ะฒ ะพัะฒะตัยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะะธัะฐะปะธะน. ะะฐ ะฒัะตะผั ะพััััััะฒะธั ะะธัะฐะปะธั, ะฒ ะณะพัะพะดะต ะฟัะพะธะทะพัะปะพ ะผะฝะพะณะพ ัะพะฑััะธะน, ะฒ ะบะพัะพััั ะฑัะป ะทะฐะผะตัะฐะฝ ะะปัั. ยซะฏ ัะปััะฐะป, ััะพ ั ะะปัะธ ะตััั ะทะฐั ัะดะฐะปัะน ะฑะฐั "ะจะฐัะผ" ะฝะฐ ัะปะธัะต ะัะฑะฐััะบะฐัยป, - ะฟัะพััะฝัะป ะะธัะฐะปะธะน. ะะตะฝะธั ะฒัั ะฟะพะฝัะป ั ะฟะพะปััะปะพะฒะฐ. ยซะะฐ, ะฟะพัะบะพะปัะบั ัะฟะธะพะฝะพะฒ ะฒัะณะฝะฐะปะธ ะธะท ะบะพะผะฟะฐะฝะธะธ, ััะพั ะบะปัะฑ ััะฐะป ะธั ะตะดะธะฝััะฒะตะฝะฝัะผ ะธััะพัะฝะธะบะพะผ ะดะพั ะพะดะฐ, ะธ ะตัะปะธ ะตะณะพ ะทะฐะบัะพัั, ัะพ ะธะผ ะฟัะธะดัััั ะดะพะฒะพะปัะฝะพ ััะณะพยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะะตะฝะธั. ยซะะพะผะพะณะธ ะธะผ ะฒ ััะพะผยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะะธัะฐะปะธะน, ะธ ะตะณะพ ะณะพะปะพั ััะฐะป ะฝะฐ ะพะบัะฐะฒั ะฝะธะถะต. ะะตะฝะธั ััะพะปะบะฝัะปัั ั ะะฐะผะธะปะปะพะน, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ัะฟััะบะฐะปัั ะฒะฝะธะท. ะะฝ ะฟัะตะดะฟะพะปะพะถะธะป, ััะพ ะคัะดะพั ะฟัะพะธะฝััััะบัะธัะพะฒะฐะป ะดะตะฒััะบั ะทะฐัะฐะฝะตะต, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ัะตัะธะป ะฝะตะผะฝะพะณะพ ะตั ะฝะฐะฟัะณะฐัั ะดะปั ะฑะพะปััะตะณะพ ัััะตะบัะฐ: ยซะัะปะธ ะฒั ัะฐััะบะฐะถะตัะต ะพะฑ ััะพะผ ะบะพะผั-ะฝะธะฑัะดั, ะฒะฐั ะฝะฐััะธะณะฝะตั ัะถะฐัะฝะฐั ัะผะตัััยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะพะฝ. ะัะปะธ ัะปัั ะพ ััะฐะฒะผะฐั ะะธัะฐะปะธั ะดะพะนะดัั ะดะพ ะัััะผะฐ ะธะปะธ ะตะณะพ ััะฝะฐ ะะปัะธ, ะพะฝะธ ะพะฑัะทะฐัะตะปัะฝะพ ะฟะพะฒะตัะฝัั ััะพ ะฒ ัะฒะพั ะฟะพะปัะทั. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะบะธะฒะฝัะปะฐ: ยซะฏ ัะพั ัะฐะฝั ััะพ ะฒ ัะฐะนะฝะต. ะฏ ัะพะปัะบะพ ะฒะพะทัะผั ัะฒะพั ะฐะฟัะตัะบั ะธ ะฝะตะผะตะดะปะตะฝะฝะพ ัะนะดัยป. ะะพะณะดะฐ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ ะฒะตัะฝัะปะฐัั ะฒ ัะฟะฐะปัะฝั, ัะพ ะพะฑะฝะฐััะถะธะปะฐ ะผัะถัะธะฝั, ััะพััะตะณะพ ั ะพะบะฝะฐ ะฝะฐะฟัะพัะธะฒ ะดะฒะตัะธ. ะะฝ ััะพัะป ะบ ะฝะตะน ัะฟะธะฝะพะน, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ัะฐััะผะพััะตัั ะตะณะพ ัะธัะพะบะธะต ะฟะปะตัะธ ะธ ะผััะบัะปะธัััั ัะฟะธะฝั. ะะณะพ ัะตะปะพ ะฑัะปะพ ัััะพะนะฝัะผ, ะฟัะพััะพ ะธะดะตะฐะปัะฝัะผ. ยซะั ัะฐะทะฒะต ะฝะต ััะปะธ?ยป - ัะฟัะพัะธะป ะผัะถัะธะฝะฐ ะฝะฐัะผะตัะปะธะฒัะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ. ะะฝ ะฝะต ะพะฑะตัะฝัะปัั, ะฝะพ ะบะฐะบะธะผ-ัะพ ะพะฑัะฐะทะพะผ ะฟะพะฝัะป, ััะพ ะพะฝะฐ ัะผะพััะธั ะฝะฐ ะฝะตะณะพ. ะะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพ, ะพะฝ ะฟะพััะฒััะฒะพะฒะฐะป ะตั ะณะพัััะธะน ะฒะทะณะปัะด. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะผัััะฝะฝะพ ะพะฟัััะธะปะฐ ะณะพะปะพะฒั. ะะฐะบ ะฑั ะตะน ะฝะต ั ะพัะตะปะพัั ััะพ ะฟัะธะทะฝะฐะฒะฐัั, ะฝะพ ััะพั ะผัะถัะธะฝะฐ ะทะฐะธะฝัะตัะตัะพะฒะฐะป ะตั. ะะปะฐะฒะฐ 4 ะกัะฐะถะธัะพะฒะบะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, ะพะฟัััะธะฒ ะณะพะปะพะฒั, ัะพัะพะฟะปะธะฒะพ ะฒะทัะปะฐ ัะฒะพั ะฐะฟัะตัะบั. ะัะพัะธััะธะฒ ะณะพัะปะพ, ะพะฝะฐ ะดะฐะปะฐ ะผัะถัะธะฝะต ะฝะตัะบะพะปัะบะพ ัะบะฐะทะฐะฝะธะน. ะะฐะบ ะฑั ัะฐะผ ะฝะธ ะฑัะปะพ, ะพะฝะฐ ะฒัั ะถะต ะฑัะปะฐ ะฒัะฐัะพะผ. ยซะะฐะผ ะฝะตะปัะทั ะฟะพะบะฐ ะผะพัะธัั ัะฒะพะธ ัะฐะฝั. ะะตะทะธะฝัะธัะธััะนัะต ะธั ัะฐะท ะฒ ะดะตะฝั ะธ ะฝะพัะธัะต ัะฒะพะฑะพะดะฝัะต ััะฑะฐัะบะธ, ััะพะฑั ะฝะต ัะฐะทะดัะฐะถะฐัั ัะฐะฝัยป. ะะฝะฐ ะฟะพััะฐะฒะธะปะฐ ะฑัััะปะพัะบั ั ัะฐะฑะปะตัะบะฐะผะธ ะธ ััะฑะธะบ ั ะผะฐะทัั ะฝะฐ ััะผะฑะพัะบั. ยซะฏ ะพััะฐะฒะปัั ะฒะฐะผ ััะธ ะปะตะบะฐัััะฒะฐยป. ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ััะพ-ัะพ ะฟัะพะฑะพัะผะพัะฐะป ะฒ ะทะฝะฐะบ ะฟัะธะทะฝะฐัะตะปัะฝะพััะธ, ะฝะพ ะฝะต ะพะฑะตัะฝัะปัั. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะพะถะต ะฑะพะปััะต ะฝะธัะตะณะพ ะฝะต ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะธ ััะฐะทั ะถะต ะฟะพะบะธะฝัะปะฐ ะฒะธะปะปั. ะะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฒะตัะฝัะปะฐัั ะฒ ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั, ะฑัะปะพ ัะถะต ะฟะพััะธ ะพะดะธะฝะฝะฐะดัะฐัั ะดะฝั. ะะฝะฐ ะฝะฐะฟัะฐะฒะธะปะฐัั ะฒ ััะพะปะพะฒัั, ััะพะฑั ะฟะตัะตะบััะธัั. ะะดะฒะฐ ััััะพะธะฒัะธัั ะทะฐ ัะฒะพะธะผ ััะพะปะพะผ, ะตั ะฒัะทะฒะฐะปะธ ะฒ ะบะฐะฑะธะฝะตั ะณะปะฐะฒะฒัะฐัะฐ. ยซะฏ ะพัะฟัะฐะฒะปัั ะฏะฝั ะฒ ะฆะตะฝััะฐะปัะฝัะน ะฒะพะตะฝะฝัะน ะณะพัะฟะธัะฐะปั ะฝะฐ ััะฐะถะธัะพะฒะบัยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะณะปะฐะฒะฒัะฐั ัะพะฝะพะผ, ะฝะต ัะตัะฟััะธะผ ะฒะพะทัะฐะถะตะฝะธะน. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ะฟะพััััะตะฝะฐ ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ: ยซะะพ ั ะดัะผะฐะปะฐ, ััะพ ะฒั ัะถะต ัะตัะธะปะธ ะพัะฟัะฐะฒะธัั ะผะตะฝั?ยป ยซะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, ั ัะฒะตัะตะฝ, ััะพ ัั ะทะฝะฐะตัั ะพ ัะพะผ, ััะพ ะฒัั ะฒััะพะบะพัะตั ะฝะพะปะพะณะธัะฝะพะต ะพะฑะพััะดะพะฒะฐะฝะธะต ะฝะฐัะตะน ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั ัะฟะพะฝัะธัะพะฒะฐะปะพัั ะบะพัะฟะพัะฐัะธะตะน "ะะฐัะฐะผะฐัะฝั". ะัะตะทะธะดะตะฝั ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒ ะปะธัะฝะพ ะฟะพะฟัะพัะธะป ะผะตะฝั ะฟะพะทะฐะฑะพัะธัััั ะพ ะฏะฝะต. ะฏ ะฝะต ะผะพะณั ะฟะพะทะฒะพะปะธัั ัะตะฑะต ะฟะพะนัะธ ะฟัะพัะธะฒ ะตะณะพ ะฒะพะปะธยป. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะพัะตัะธะฝะธะปะฐัั ะฟัะธ ัะฟะพะผะธะฝะฐะฝะธะธ ะธะผะตะฝะธ ะะธัะฐะปะธั. ะฅะพัั ะพะฝะธ ะธ ะฑัะปะธ ะพัะธัะธะฐะปัะฝะพ ะถะตะฝะฐัั, ะฝะพ ะพะฝะธ ะฝะธะบะพะณะดะฐ ะฝะต ะฒัััะตัะฐะปะธัั. ะะฝะฐ ะฒะธะดะตะปะฐ ะผัะถัะธะฝั ัะพะปัะบะพ ะฒ ะถััะฝะฐะปะฐั ะธ ะธะฝะพะณะดะฐ ะฒ ะฝะพะฒะพัััั ะฟะพ ัะตะปะตะฒะธะทะพัั. ะะฝะฐัะธั, ะพะฝ ะธ ะฏะฝะฐ? ะกะตัะดัะต ะะฐะผะธะปะปั ัะบะฝัะปะพ, ะฝะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะพััะฐะฒะฐะปะฐัั ัะฟะพะบะพะนะฝะพะน. ยซะะพั ะบะฐะบ?ยป ยซะะฐ, ะฑะพััั, ั ะผะตะฝั ัะฒัะทะฐะฝั ััะบะธ. ะะพัะปััะฐะน, ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, ะผั ะพะฑะฐ ะทะฝะฐะตะผ ะพ ัะฒะพะธั ัะฟะพัะพะฑะฝะพัััั , ะฝะพ...ยป - ะณะปะฐะฒะฒัะฐั ั ะพัะตะป ััะฟะพะบะพะธัั ะดะตะฒััะบั, ะฝะพ ะฝะต ะทะฝะฐะป, ะบะฐะบ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒัะดะตะปัะปะฐัั ััะตะดะธ ัะฒะพะธั ัะฒะตัััะฝะธะบะพะฒ ะฑะปะฐะณะพะดะฐัั ะฝะตะฒะตัะพััะฝะพะผั ัะฐะปะฐะฝัั ะธ ะฟัะพัะตััะธะพะฝะฐะปัะฝะพะน ััะธะบะต. ะะปะฐะฒะฒัะฐั ัะตะฝะธะป ะตั ะฑะพะปััะต ะฒัะตั ะพััะฐะปัะฝัั . ยซะฏ ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐัยป, - ะฟัะพะฑะพัะผะพัะฐะปะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะตะฑะต ะฟะพะด ะฝะพั. ะะตะฒััะบะฐ ะณะพะฒะพัะธะปะฐ ัะตะฑะต, ััะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ะฝะต ะฒ ัะพะผ ะฟะพะปะพะถะตะฝะธะธ, ััะพะฑั ัะฐััััะฐะธะฒะฐัััั ะธะท-ะทะฐ ะฒะผะตัะฐัะตะปัััะฒะฐ ะะธัะฐะปะธั. ะะฝ ะฑัะป ะฒัะฝัะถะดะตะฝ ะถะตะฝะธัััั ะฝะฐ ะฝะตะน, ะธ, ะตััะตััะฒะตะฝะฝะพ, ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ะผะพะณะปะฐ ัะฐัััะธััะฒะฐัั ะฝะฐ ัะพ, ััะพ ะพะฝ ะฑัะดะตั ะทะฐะฑะพัะธัััั ะพ ะฝะตะน. ยซะะฝะต ะตัั ะฝัะถะฝะพ ะฟะพะดะณะพัะพะฒะธัััั ะบ ะพะฟะตัะฐัะธะธ, ัะฐะบ ััะพ ั ะฟะพะนะดัยป, - ัะผะธัะตะฝะฝัะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐะปะฐ, ััะพ ะฝะธัะตะณะพ ะฝะต ะผะพะถะตั ัะดะตะปะฐัั, ััะพะฑั ะธะทะผะตะฝะธัั ัะธััะฐัะธั. ะะปะฐะฒะฒัะฐั ะฟัะพััะพ ะฒะทะดะพั ะฝัะป ะธ ัะผะพััะตะป, ะบะฐะบ ะพะฝะฐ ัั ะพะดะธั. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ั ัะฝััะทะธะฐะทะผะพะผ ะฟะพะณััะทะธะปะฐัั ะฒ ัะฐะฑะพัั, ะฟััะฐััั ะฝะต ะดัะผะฐัั ะพ ััะฐะถะธัะพะฒะบะต. ะะฝะฐ ะฑะตะท ะทะฐะผะธะฝะบะธ ะฟัะพะฒะตะปะฐ ัะฒะพั ะฒัะพััั ะพะฟะตัะฐัะธั, ะทะฐัะตะผ ัะฝัะปะฐ ัะฒะพั ั ะธัััะณะธัะตัะบัั ัะพัะผั ะธ, ะฟะพัะผะพััะตะฒ ะฒะฒะตัั , ัััะฐะปะพ ะฟะปัั ะฝัะปะฐัั ะฝะฐ ัััะป. ะะผะตะฝะฝะพ ะฒ ััะพั ะผะพะผะตะฝั ะฒ ะณะพััะธะฝัั ะฒะพัะปะฐ ะฏะฝะฐ ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ: ยซะะดัะฐะฒััะฒัะน, ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, - ะฟะพะฟัะธะฒะตัััะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ, ััะบะพ ัะปัะฑะฐััั. - ะขั ัะฒะพะฑะพะดะฝะฐ ะฒะตัะตัะพะผ? ะะพะทะฒะพะปั ัะณะพััะธัั ัะตะฑั ัะถะธะฝะพะผยป. ยซะะทะฒะธะฝะธ, ะฝะพ ั ะผะตะฝั ะตััั ะดะตะปะฐ, ั ะบะพัะพััะผะธ ะฝัะถะฝะพ ัะฐะทะพะฑัะฐัััั ะฟะพะทะถะตยป, - ะฒะตะถะปะธะฒะพ ะพัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐัั ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะะตะฒััะบะฐ ะฝะต ะฑัะปะฐ ะฒ ั ะพัะพัะธั ะพัะฝะพัะตะฝะธัั ั ะฏะฝะพะน. ะะฝะธ ะฑัะปะธ ะฟัะพััะพ ะบะพะปะปะตะณะฐะผะธ, ะฐ ะฝะต ะฟะพะดััะณะฐะผะธ. ะะฑะต ะพะบะพะฝัะธะปะธ ะพะดะธะฝ ะธ ัะพั ะถะต ัะฝะธะฒะตััะธัะตั ะฒ ะพะดะฝะพ ะธ ัะพ ะถะต ะฒัะตะผั. ะัั ัะพะณะดะฐ ะฏะฝะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ัะพะน ะตัั ััััะบะพะน. ะะฝะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ะพัะตะฝั ะฐะผะฑะธัะธะพะทะฝะพะน ะธ ะฒัะตะณะดะฐ ั ะพัะตะปะฐ ะฟะพะบัะฐัะพะฒะฐัััั ะธ ะฟัะธะฒะปะตะบะฐัั ะฒัะตะพะฑัะตะต ะฒะฝะธะผะฐะฝะธะต. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, ะฒ ัะฒะพั ะพัะตัะตะดั, ะฟัะตะดะฟะพัะธัะฐะปะฐ ะพััะฐะฒะฐัััั ะฝะตะทะฐะผะตัะฝะพะน ะธ ะฑัะปะฐ ะฟะพะณััะถะตะฝะฐ ะฒ ัะฒะพะธ ะบะฝะธะณะธ. ะะพะถะฝะพ ัะบะฐะทะฐัั, ััะพ ะดะตะฒััะบะธ ะฑัะปะธ ะฐะฑัะพะปััะฝะพ ัะฐะทะฝัะผะธ. ะะพะฝััะฝะพะต ะดะตะปะพ, ััะพ ะพะฝะธ ะฝะต ะพัะตะฝั ั ะพัะพัะพ ะปะฐะดะธะปะธ. ยซะ, ะพัะตะฝั ะถะฐะปั, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะฏะฝะฐ, ะฒัะณะปัะดั ะฟะพัะตะผั-ัะพ ัะผัััะฝะฝะพะน. - ะะพะพะฑัะต-ัะพ ั ั ะพัะตะปะฐ ั ัะพะฑะพะน ะบะพะต ะพ ััะผ ะฟะพะณะพะฒะพัะธััยป. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒััะฐะปะฐ ะธ ะฟะพะดะพัะปะฐ ะบ ัะฒะพะตะผั ัะบะฐััะธะบั, ััะพะฑั ะฟะพะฒะตัะธัั ั ะฐะปะฐั. ยซะะพะฒะพัะธยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ, ะฝะต ะณะปัะดั ะฝะฐ ะฏะฝั. ะขะพั ัะฐะบั, ััะพ ะตั ะบะพะปะปะตะณะฐ ัะฐะบ ะธะปะธ ะธะฝะฐัะต ัะฒัะทะฐะปะฐัั ั ะะธัะฐะปะธะตะผ, ะตัั ะฑะพะปััะต ะพัะดะฐะปะธะป ะะฐะผะธะปะปั ะพั ะฏะฝั. ยซะขั, ะดะพะปะถะฝะพ ะฑััั, ัะปััะฐะปะฐ, ะดะฐ? ะะฝะต ะพัะตะฝั ะถะฐะปั. ะฏ ะฟะพะฝััะธั ะฝะต ะธะผะตะปะฐ, ััะพ ะดะธัะตะบัะพัโฆยป ยซะัั ะฒ ะฟะพััะดะบะตยป, - ะฟะตัะตะฑะธะปะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะะดะฝะฐะบะพ ะฏะฝะฐ ะตัั ะฝะต ะฒัั ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะธ ะฟัะพะดะพะปะถะธะปะฐ: ยซะ ะตัั, ะผะพะถะตัั ัะพั ัะฐะฝะธัั ะฒ ัะตะบัะตัะต ัะพ, ััะพ ะฒัะตัะฐ ะฒะตัะตัะพะผ ัั ะฒััะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ัะผะตะฝั ะฒะผะตััะพ ะผะตะฝั? ะะฝะฐะตัั, ะฟะพัะบะพะปัะบั ั ัะพะฑะธัะฐััั ะฒ ะฆะตะฝััะฐะปัะฝัะน ะฒะพะตะฝะฝัะน ะณะพัะฟะธัะฐะปั, ั ะฝะต ั ะพัั, ััะพะฑั ััะพ ะฟัะธัะธะฝะธะปะพ ะบะฐะบะธะต-ะปะธะฑะพ ะฟัะพะฑะปะตะผัยป. ะะตัะผะพััั ะฝะฐ ัะพ, ััะพ ะฟัะพััะฑะฐ ะฏะฝั ะฑัะปะฐ ะฝะตะพะฑััะฝะพะน, ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะต ะดัะผะฐะปะฐ ะพะฑ ััะพะผ ะธ ะพัะฒะตัะธะปะฐ: ยซะฏ ะฝะธะบะพะผั ะฝะต ัะบะฐะถัยป. ะ ะปัะฑะพะผ ัะปััะฐะต, ะฝะต ะฑัะปะพ ะฝะธัะตะณะพ ัััะฐะฝะฝะพะณะพ ะฒ ัะพะผ, ััะพะฑั ะฒะทััั ะฝะฐ ัะตะฑั ัะผะตะฝั ะบะพะปะปะตะณะธ. ะัะตะผั ะพั ะฒัะตะผะตะฝะธ ะธะผ ะฟัะธั ะพะดะธะปะพัั ััะฐะปะบะธะฒะฐัััั ั ะปะธัะฝัะผะธ ััะตะทะฒััะฐะนะฝัะผะธ ะพะฑััะพััะตะปัััะฒะฐะผะธ. ะะฐ ัะตััะธัะพัะธะธ ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั. ะคัะดะพั ัะธะดะตะป ะฝะฐ ะทะฐะดะฝะตะผ ัะธะดะตะฝัะต ะดะพัะพะณะพะน ัััะฝะพะน ะผะฐัะธะฝั, ะบะพัะพัะฐั ะฑัะปะฐ ะฟัะธะฟะฐัะบะพะฒะฐะฝะฐ ั ะฒะพัะพั. ยซะั, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะพะฝ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ, ะฟะตัะตะฟะพะปะฝะตะฝะฝัะผ ะณะพัะดะพัััั, - ััะพ ะดัะผะฐะตัั ะพ ะผะพะตะน ััะตะฝะธัะต? ะฃ ะฝะตั ะพัะปะธัะฝัะต ัะฟะพัะพะฑะฝะพััะธ, ะฝะต ัะฐะบ ะปะธ?ยป ะ ัะดะพะผ ั ะผัะถัะธะฝะพะน ัะธะดะตะป ะะธัะฐะปะธะน, ะพัะบะธะฝัะฒัะธัั ะฝะฐ ัะฟะธะฝะบั ัะธะดะตะฝัั. ะะฝ ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ะฟะพะดัะผะฐะป ะพ ะฒัะฐัะต, ะบะพัะพััะน ะปะตัะธะป ะตะณะพ, ะธ ะฒัะฟะพะผะฝะธะป, ะบะฐะบะธะผะธ ัะฟะพะบะพะนะฝัะผะธ ะธ ัะพัะฝัะผะธ ะฑัะปะธ ะตั ะดะตะนััะฒะธั. ะะฐ ัะฐะผะพะผ ะดะตะปะต, ะผัะถัะธะฝะฐ ะฑัะป ะฟะพัะฐะถะตะฝ ะตั ัะฟะพัะพะฑะฝะพัััะผะธ. ยซะญัะพ ะณะพัะฟะพะถะฐ ะะพะปะบะพะฒะฐยป, - ะฒะดััะณ ะทะฐะณะพะฒะพัะธะป ะะตะฝะธั. ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ะพะฟัััะธะป ััะตะบะปะพ ะบะฐะบ ัะฐะท ะฒ ัะพั ะผะพะผะตะฝั, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะฏะฝะฐ ะฟะพะดะพัะปะฐ ะบ ะผะฐัะธะฝะต. ะัะพะฒะธ ะคัะดะพัะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝัะปะธัั, ะธ ะพะฝ ัะบะฐะทะฐะป: ยซะฏะฝะฐ?ยป ะะตะฝะธั ะพะฑะตัะฝัะปัั ั ะฒะพะดะธัะตะปััะบะพะณะพ ะผะตััะฐ ะธ ัะฟัะพัะธะป: ยซะั ะทะฝะฐะตัะต ะตั?ยป ะคัะดะพั ะบะธะฒะฝัะป, ะตะณะพ ะฒะทะณะปัะด ะทะฐะฑะปะตััะตะป ะพั ะปัะฑะพะฟััััะฒะฐ. ยซะะฝะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ัััะดะตะฝัะบะพะน ะฝะฐ ะณะพะด ะผะปะฐะดัะต ะฒ ะผะพัะผ ัะฝะธะฒะตััะธัะตัะตยป. ะะธัะฐะปะธั ััะฐะปะพ ะปัะฑะพะฟััะฝะพ, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝ ััะปััะฐะป ััะพ. ะะฝะฐัะธั, ััะฐ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ ะฝะต ัะพะปัะบะพ ัะฟะฐัะปะฐ ะตะณะพ ะฟัะพัะปะพะน ะฝะพััั, ะฝะพ ะธ ะทะฐะปะตัะธะปะฐ ะตะณะพ ัะฐะฝั? ยซะญัะพ ััะดัะฑะฐ?ยป - ะฒะพัะบะปะธะบะฝัะป ะะตะฝะธั. ะัะตะปะตะฝะฝะฐั ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั ัะตัะธะปะฐ ะดะฐัั ะตะณะพ ะฑะพััั ัะฐะฝั ะฝะฐ ะปัะฑะพะฒั? ยซะะฐะบะพะณะพ ััััะฐ ัั ะฝะตัััั?ยป - ัะฟัะพัะธะป ะคัะดะพั, ะฝะฐั ะผััะธะฒัะธัั, ะฟะตัะตะฒะพะดั ะฒะทะณะปัะด ั ะพะดะฝะพะณะพ ะผัะถัะธะฝั ะฝะฐ ะดััะณะพะณะพ. ...... ะงัะพ ะฑัะดะตั ะดะฐะปััะต? ะะพะปะธัะตััะฒะพ ะณะปะฐะฒ ะทะดะตัั ะพะณัะฐะฝะธัะตะฝะพ, ะฝะฐะถะผะธัะต ะฝะฐ ะบะฝะพะฟะบั ะฝะธะถะต, ััะพะฑั ัััะฐะฝะพะฒะธัั ะฟัะธะปะพะถะตะฝะธะต ะธ ะฟัะพะดะพะปะถะธัั ััะตะฝะธะต ะฑะพะปะตะต ะทะฐั ะฒะฐััะฒะฐััะธั ะณะปะฐะฒ! 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Read next chapter๐ | 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, Mitchelโs 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 itโs 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 Raeganโs 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?" 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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | 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... โWhere 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 donโt make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. โNeah, 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. โWe 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 donโt answer, I keep my eyes low so that I didnโt 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. โHe 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, โUseless 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 donโt quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door. Shrinking down to the ground. โIs this the way you greet all Alphaโs?โ His deep voice rumbles through the room, an edge of amusement to his tone. โIโm sorry.โ I whisper, getting to my feet. โIโฆI 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. โCome forward.โ He orders. I do as Iโm told. Allowing him to see me properly and I am met with narrowed crimson eyes. I close my own eyes, expecting the worst. โYou smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?โ My head moved up and down, though I couldnโt tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they discovered the truth about me. โI would prefer it if you spoke to me.โ He growls, โIโm not in the mood to play games.โ โYes.โ I whisper. โI amโฆI am a Wolf.โ I couldnโt help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? I wasnโt sure how much more my body could take. โHow is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me.โ โIโฆ..โ I hated the question. โI havenโt got all day!โ He takes a swig from his drink. I knew why I couldnโt scent him. I knew why I hadnโt 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. โYou 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. โMy Wolf abilities were bound.โ โWhy?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. โIt was a punishment.โ โFor what?โ His deep voice rumbles through me. โFor killing my parents.โ I whispered. At this moment, the door swings open abruptly and my brother screeches at me โNeah, what are you doing in my office?!" He then turns to the crimson eyed man. โI am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." 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Yes | 2024-11-21 19:36 | active | 1905 | 0 | ๊ณ์ ์ฝ๊ธฐ๐ | ๊ทธ๋ ๋ CEO์ ์ ์ธ์ผ๋ก 3๋ ๋์ ์ง๋ด๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ์ ๊ฒฐํผํ๊ณ ์ถ์์ผ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋นํ๊ณ ๊ดด๋ก์์ ๊ฒช์๋ค. ๋ค์ ๋ง๋ฌ์ ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฌด๋ฆ์ ๊ฟ๊ณ ์๋น๋ฅผ ๊ตฌํ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ฌดํ์ ํ๊ฒ "์์ ์ ์กด์คํด์ฃผ์ธ์." ==== "๋ชป ์ฐธ๊ฒ ์ด?" ๋จ์๋ ์ผ์ฃผ์ผ ์ถ์ฅ์ ๋ค๋ ์ค๋ ๋์ ์ฐธ์๋ ์์ ์ ๋ชจ๋ ์์ ๋ถ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. "์ ๋ด์ผ ์ ๋ณด๋ฌ ๊ฐ์." ์ผ๋ฆฟํ ํต์ฆ์ ๋ชธ์ ๋๋ฆฐ ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ. ์ญ์, ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์๋๋ก ๋จ์๋ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ์์๋ค. "์ ๋ง์์ ๋๋ ์๋๊ฐ ๋์ค๋ฉด ๋ฐ๋ก ๋์ํ๋ ค๊ณ ์." ํ์ธํฌ์ ์ ๊ฐ์ ์ธ์ธํ ๋ฏธ์๊ฐ ๋ฒ์ก๋ค. "๊ฒฐํผํ ์๊ฐ์ด๋ ๋ง์ด์ผ?" ๋จ์๊ฐ ์ผ์ด๋ถ์ ๋ฏ ์์ ์์ง์ด์ง ์์๊ณ ์ด๋์ด ๋๋์๊ฐ ์์ ์ ํ์ ๊ฐํ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ซ์ด์ง๊ฒ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ดค๋ค. ๊น์ด๋ฅผ ์ ์ ์๋ ๊ทธ ๋๋์์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋น์ฅ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ๋ง๋ ค๋ค์ด ๊ฐ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋จผ์ ์์ ์ ํผํ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์ฐ๋ฌผ์ญ๋ฌผ ์ ์ ์ด์๋ค. "์ ์ด์ 27์ด์์. ๋ง๋ฅ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆด ์๋ฐ์ ์์ผ๋๊น์..." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋จ์์ ์ ๊ฐ์ ๋ฒ์ง ๋์๋ฅผ ๋ฏธ์ฒ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ๋จ์๋ ์นจ๋ ๊ฐ์ฅ์๋ฆฌ์ ๊ฑธํฐ์์ ๋ด๋ฐฐ์ ๋ถ์ ๋ถ์๋ค. ๊ฒ์์ ์ ์ฅ ๋ฐ์ง๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ํ ์ก์ ๋ฐ ์์ด ์ ๋ค๋ ค์ ธ ์์๊ณ , ๊ฒ์์ ์ ์ธ ๋ ๋จ์ถ 3๊ฐ๊ฐ ํ๋ ค์ ธ ์์ด ๋จ์์ ์น์ํ๊ณ ๋ ๋งคํน์ ์ธ ๋งค๋ ฅ์ ๊ทน๋ํํ๋ค. ๋จ์์ ์๋์ ์ํํ๊ฒ ๋งค๋ฌ๋ ค ์๋ ๋ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฌด์ฌ์ฝ ์ณ๋ค๋ณธ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ ๋ผ์์ ธ ์๋ ์ฝํผ๋ฐ์ง์ ์์ ์ ๊ณ ์ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ ๋ฐ์ง๋ ์ค๋๋ฐ๋ผ ๋์ฑ ๋์ด ๋ถ์ จ๊ณ , ์ค๋์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๋น์๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. 3๋ ์ , ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋จ์์ ๋น์ ์ ๋ถ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์จ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ์ ์ฌํ๋ค. ์ผ๋ง ํ, ์์ฌ์ธ ๊ฐ์งํ๊ณผ ํจ๊ป ์ถ์ฅ์ ๋ ๋์ผ ํ๋ ์๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์ํํด์ผ ํ๊ณ , ๊ทธ ํ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋งค์ฐ ์น๋ฐํด์ก๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋ฐํญํ์ง ์์๋ค. ์๊ณ ๋จ๊ฑฐ์ด ๋ฐค์ ๋ณด๋ธ ํ, ํ ๊ฐ์ง ์ผ์ด ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ผ๋ก ์ด์ด์ก๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ 3๋ ์ด๋ผ๋ ์๊ฐ ๋์ ๋น๋ฐ์ค๋ฌ์ด ๋ง๋จ์. ๊ฐ์ก๊ณ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋ฎ์๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋น์์๊ณ , ๋ฐค์๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ฐฐ๋ ํํธ๋์๋ค. ๋ง์ฝ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฐค, ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ์ด๋ฆฌ์์ ์ ํ๋ง ํ์ง ์์๋ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ์์ง ๋ญ๋งํ๊ณ ์์ ๋ง์ ๋ฐฑ๋ง ํ ์์๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ์๋ ์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ์ผ๋ง ์์ง ์์ผ๋ฉด ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ฒฐํผ์ ํ๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฒ์ด๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ด ๊ด๊ณ๋ฅผ ๋ ์ด์ ์ด์ด๊ฐ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์๋ค. ํ๋ณตํ ๊ฒฐํผ ์ํ์ ๋ผ์ด๋๋ ์ 3์๊ฐ ๋๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์์ ๋ฟ๋๋ฌ, ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ง์ ๋ฐ๋ ์ ๋ถ๋ ๋๋์ฑ ์ซ์๋ค. ๋ ์ด์ ์ด์ด๊ฐ ๊ด๊ณ๊ฐ ์๋๋ผ๊ณ ํ๋จํ์ผ๋, ๊ทธ๋ ์์ผ๋ก ์ง์ ์ด ๊ด๊ณ๋ฅผ ๋์ด ๋ด์ผ๋ง ํ๋ค. ์๋ฌด ์ธ๋ชจ ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ฒ๋ผ ๋น์ฐธํ๊ฒ ๋ฒ๋ ค์ง๋ ๊ฒ๋ณด๋ค ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋จผ์ ๋ ๋๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๋ ๋์ ๊ฑด ์ฌ์ค์ด๋. ์์ ์ ๊ฑฐ๋์ด๋ค์ธ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์ ์ฑ๊ธฐ๊ณ ๋ฏธ๋ฆฌ ์ค๋นํ ์ฌ๋ฒ ์ท์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์์ ์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ๊ณผ ๋ง๋ ๋๋ง๋ค ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฌ๋ถ์ ์ท์ ์ค๋นํ๊ณค ํ๋ค. ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์ ์์ ๋ป์ ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ์ฌ๋ถ์ ์ท์ ๊บผ๋ด๊ธฐ๋ ์ ์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๋ชฉ์ ์ธ๊ฒ ์์ผ์ก์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ""๋ด์ผ ๋ง์ ์ทจ์ํด."" ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ๊บผ๋ธ ๊ฑด ๋ถํ์ด ์๋๋ผ ๋ช ๋ น์ด์๋ค. ์๋ฌด ํ๋ ๋จ์ง ์์ ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์์ ๊ฝ ๋ถ์ก๊ณ ์ง๋ 3๋ ๋์ ํ ๋ง ์ค ๊ฐ์ฅ ์ฉ๊ธฐ ์๋ ๋ง์ ๋ด๋ฑ์๋ค. "๊ฒฐํผ... ์ทจ์ํ ๊ฑด๊ฐ์?" ๊ฐ์งํ๋ง ํ๋ฝํ๋ค๋ฉด, ํ์ธํฌ๋ ํ์ ๊ทธ์ ๊ณ์ ๋จธ๋ฌผ๊ณ ์ถ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ด ์๋ง ์๋ค๋ฉด ์ผ๋ง๋ ํ๋ณตํ ๊น. ๋จ, ์ ๋ถ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ ์ ๋ ์ฉ๋ฉํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ์์ฃผ ์ ๊น ์ผ์ด๋ถ์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋๋ ๋ฎ๊ฒ ์ค์๋ฅผ ํฐ๋จ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ ์์์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ด์ฐ๋ ์์๋ง์๋์ง, ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ๋ ์์ด ๋์ค๋ ํ๊ธฐ์ ๋น์ฅ์ด๋ผ๋ ์คํ์ด ๋ค ์ ๋์๋ค. "์ ๋์์ด." ๊ณง์ด์ด ์์ญ์ด๋ฏ์ด ๋ค๋ ค์ค๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์ ๋ชจ๋ ํฌ๋ง์ด ์์ฅ์ฐฝ ๋ถ์์ก๋ค. ๋ฌผ๋ก , ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์์ ์ ์ฌ๋ํ์ง ์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ผ๋ ์ฌ์ค์ ๋๊ตฌ๋ณด๋ค ์ ์๊ณ ์์ผ๋ฉด์๋ ๋ง์ด๋ค. ๋๋ค์ ๊ทธ์ ๋๊ธธ์ ํผํ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์์์ง๋ง, ๊ทธ ์์์๋ฆฌ๋ง์ ์์ ์ ๋น์๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ ๋๋์ด ๋ค์๋ค. "๋ํ๋, ์ ๋ ๋ด์ผ ์ฐ์ฐจ ์ฌ์ฉํ ์์ ์ด๋ ์ ๊ฐ ์ ์ฒญํ ์ฐ์ฐจ ๊ฑฐ์ ํ์ง ๋ง์๊ธฐ ๋ฐ๋๋๋ค. ๋ฒ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ ํ ์ฐ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์ฌ์ฉํ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋๊น ๊ฑฐ์ ํ ์ด์ ๋ ์๊ฒ ์ฃ ?" ๊ฑฐ์น ๊ฒ ์ผ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ง ๊ทธ์ ์ด๋ชฉ๊ตฌ๋น๊ฐ ํ๋ฌ๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ฆ๋ช ํ์ง๋ง ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ๋๋ก ๊พน ์ต๋๋ ๋ค. ๋จ์์ ์ฃผ์์๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ง ํ๋ง๋์ ์์ํ๊ณ ํํธ๋๋ก ์ง๋ผ ์ฌ์๋ค์ด ๋์น๊ณ ๋ ๋จ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ฅด์ง ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ ํ์ ์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ํ์ธํฌ์ ํฑ์ ๋์์ฃผ๊ณ ์์ค๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. ์ ์ ํ, ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์ค์๋ฅผ ๋ง์น๊ณ ๋์ค์ ๋ฐฉ์ ์ด๋ฏธ ๊น๋ํ๊ฒ ์ ๋ฆฌ๋์ด ์์๋ค. ์นจ๋์๋ 3๋ ์ , ์์ ์ด ํ์ธํฌ์๊ฒ ๊ฑด๋จ ์ํ ์นด๋๊ฐ ๋์ฌ ์์๋ค. ์ด ์นด๋๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์์ ์ ํํธ๋๋ก ์ง๋ด๋ ํ์ธํฌ์๊ฒ ์ง์ํ ์นด๋์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ง๋ 3๋ ๋์, ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์นด๋์ ์๋ ๋ ํ ํผ๋ ๋ค์น์ง ์์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ด์ ๋ชจ๋ฅผ ์ง์ฆ๊ณผ ๋ต๋ตํจ์ด ๊ฐ์ด ๊น์ํ ๊ณณ์์ ์น๋ฐ์ด ์ค๋ฅด๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ์ 2ํ ๋ง์ ํ ๋ฐ๋ก ์์ (์ 2๋ถ๋ถ) ๋ค์ ๋ ์์นจ 9์, ์นดํ. ์ด๋ฒ ๋ง์ ์ด ์ฒซ ๋ง์ ์ ์๋์์ง๋ง, ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ์ดํ ๋ก ์ง์งํ ํ๋๋ก ์ํ๋ ๊ฑด ์ฒ์์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ํธ์ ์์ ๋จ์๋ 36์ด์ ๋์ด์ ํ๋ฒํ ์๊น์์ ์ด์ ๋ง ๊ท๊ตญํ์ฌ ์ง๊ธ์ ๋ชจ ์ ์ ํ์ฌ์ ์์ ์์ง๋์ด๋ก ๊ทผ๋ฌดํ๊ณ ์๋ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ์ง์ ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ง์๊ฐ ์ ๊ณ ๋ด์ฑ์ ์ธ ์ฑ๊ฒฉ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฐ ์ด์ ๋๋ฌธ์ธ์ง, ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ๋ง๋์๋ถํฐ ์ง๊ธ๊น์ง ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ๋ํ์ ์ฃผ๋๊ถ์ ์ฅ์ ํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ด๋จธ๋์ธ ์ ๋ฏธ์์ ์๊ตฌ๋๋ก ์๋จ๊ณผ ์๋ฌผ์ ๋น๋กฏํด, ์ ํผ ์ง๊ณผ ์๋์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์๊ตฌํ๊ณ ๋จ์๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ๋ชจ๋ ๋ง์กฑ์์ผ ์ค ์ ์๋ค๊ณ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. ๋ ์ด์ ๊ฑฐ์ ํ ์ด์ ๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์ง ๋ชปํ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋ง์์ด ๊ณตํํด์ง๋ฉฐ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ๋ป๊ทผํด์ง๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ์์นจ ์ผ์ฐ ์ง์ ๋์ค ๋, ์ ๋ฏธ์์ด ์์ํ๊ณ ๋ ์๋ฅํ ๋ชจ์ต์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐฐ์ ํด ์ฃผ๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ ์ฌ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ด๋จธ๋๋ ์ด์ ์ด๋ฑํ๊ต 5ํ๋ ๋จ๋์์ ๋ฑ๊ต ์ค๋น๋ฅผ ๋์์ฃผ๋ฉด์ ํ์ธํฌ์๊ฒ ๋ง์ ์์ ์ฃผ์ํด์ผ ํ ๋ง๊ณผ ๋ฐ๋์ ์ ๊ธฐํด์ผ ํ ์๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ์๊ธฐ์์ผ ์ฃผ๋ฉฐ ๊ฒฐํผ์ ์ข์ ์ ์ ๋ํ์ฌ ๊ฐ์กฐํ๊ณ ๋ ๊ฐ์กฐํ๋ค. ๋ฌด์๋ณด๋ค๋ ํ์ธํฌ์๊ฒ ์๋จ ์๋ฌผ์ ๋ ๋ง์ด ์๊ตฌํ๋๋ก ์ง์ํ๊ณ , ๋จ๋์์ ๋ํ ๋ฑ๋ก๊ธ๊ณผ ์์ผ๋ก ์์ ์ ๋ ธํ์๊ธ๊น์ง ์๊ตฌํ๋ฉฐ ์์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋์ด๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ์ ํ์ธํฌ์ ์ ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋น์ค๋ฌํ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ๋ฉฐ ์ด์์์ ์ง์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ด๋จธ๋ ์ ๋ฏธ์์ 6๋ฒ์ ๊ฒฐํผ์ ๋ชจ๋ ์คํจํ๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ ๊น๋งฃ๊ฒ ์์ด๋ฒ๋ฆฐ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. 2๋ ์ , ์ ๋ฏธ์์ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ 10์ด ๋จ์งํ ๋จ์์์ด์ ์์ ์ก๊ณ ๋ํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํ ๋จธ๋๊ฐ ์ ์ผํ๊ฒ ๋จ๊ฒจ๋ ๋ก์ ์ง ์์์ ํต๊ณกํ๋ฉฐ 10๋ ๋์ ์ฐ๋ฝ ํ ๋ฒ ํ์ง ์์ ๋ธ์๊ฒ ๋จ์์์ด๋ฅผ ํค์ฐ๋ผ๊ณ ๊ฐ์ํ๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ๋ ์ด๋ฐ ์๊ฐ์ ํ๋ค. ๋ง์ฝ, ์ ๋ฏธ์์ด ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์๊ฒผ๋์ง ๊ธฐ์ตํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ด๋จธ๋๋ก ์ธ์ ํ์ง ์์๋ ๋ ๊น? ํ์ง๋ง ํ์ค์ ๋ ์๊ฐ๋๋ก ํ๋ฌ๊ฐ์ง ์์๊ณ ์๋ฆ๋ค์ด ๋ฏธ๋๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ฐ์นํ ์์๊น์ง ๋ฐํํ๋ค. ํ ์์ ๋ฅผ ๋ฌผ๊ณ ํ์ด๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ค์ด์๋ชฌ๋ ์์ ๋ฅผ ๋ฌผ๊ณ ํ์ด๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ณ์ ์๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ์์ฌ๋ ํจ๊ป ๋ง์ด๋ค. ์ด๋, ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์๋ฆฌ์์ ๋ฒ๋ก ์ผ์ด๋๋ ์ด์ ํ์ ์์ง์ ์๋ฆฌ์ ๋ฒ์ฉ ์ ์ ์ด ๋ค์๋ค. ์ด์ ํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ค์ ์๋ ๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ๊ณ ๊ณต์ํ ์์ธ๋ฅผ ์ทจํ๋ฉฐ ํ๋ฆฌ๊น์ง ์์ฌ๊ฐ๋ฉฐ ์ธ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. "๊ฐ ๋ํ๋. ์ฐ์ฐํ ๋ง๋๋ ๋ ๋ฐ๊ฐ์ด ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ต๋๋ค." ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ฐ๋ก ๋ค์์ ํ๊ฒจ์ค๋ ์ต์ํ ํฅ์ ๋์๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฎ์ณค๊ณ , ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ธด์ฅํ ๋ฏ ์์ฒด๋ฅผ ๊ผฟ๊ผฟ์ด ์ธ์ ๋ค. ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ ๋ธ๋ํ์ด๋ผ๋ ์จ๊ฒจ ๋์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ ์ด๋์ด ๋๋์๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ฃผ์ํ๊ณ ์์๊ณ ๊ธด์ฅ๊ฐ์ ๋น์ฅ์ด๋ผ๋ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ์ ๋ฐ์ ํ์ด๋์ฌ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์ ์ด ์๊ฐ์ ์ด๊ณณ์ ์๋ ๊ฑธ๊น? ์นดํ์์ ํ๋งคํ๋ ์ปคํผ๋ ์ ์ ๋์ง๋ ์์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ๋ง์๋ ๋ชจ๋ ์ปคํผ๋ ๋ค ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ์ง์ ๋ง๋ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. "๋ค, ์๋ ํ์ธ์." ํ์ธํฌ์๊ฒ์ ์์ ์ ๊ฑฐ๋์ด๋ค์ธ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ด์ ํ๋ฅผ ํฅํด ์๊ฒ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋์ธ ๋ค์ ์นด์ดํฐ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ด์ ํ๊ฐ ๋๊ตฌ์ธ์ง ์ ํ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋ ๋์น์์ง๋ง, ์ด์ ํ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์๊ธฐ ์ธ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์์คฌ๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ ๋ง์กฑํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ณง๋ฐ๋ก ์ด์ ํ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ํด์ธ์์ ์ ํ ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๋์ ์ถ๊ฐํ๋ ๋ ผ๋ฌธ์ ๋ํด ๊ทน์ฐฌํ๋ค. ์ด์ ํ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ํ ์กด๊ฒฝ์ฌ์ ํ๋๋ก ์น์์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๊ณ , ๋ค์ผ๋ฉด ๋ค์์๋ก ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์์น์ฌ์ด ๋ค์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์ด์ ํ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ง์ ๋ฃ์ง ์๊ธธ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ฉฐ ์นด์ดํฐ ๋ฐฉํฅ์ ๋์๋ณด์ ๋คํํ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ํตํ ์ค์ด์๋ค. "๊ทธ๋." ๊ฐ์งํ์ ํ์๋ต์ง ์๊ฒ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์ด ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ํตํ๋ฅผ ํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. "๋๋ง ์ข์ผ๋ฉด ๋ผ. ์ด๋ฐ ๋ด." ํตํ๋ฅผ ๋ง์น ๊ทธ๋ ์ฝ์ฝ๋ ๋ฐํฌ๋ฅผ ํฌ์ฅํ๊ณ ์นดํ๋ฅผ ๋น ์ ธ๋๊ฐ๋ค. ์ฝ์ฝ๋ ๋ฐํฌ๋ฅผ ๋ง์๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์ฃผ๋ก ์ฌ์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ฝํผ์๋ฅผ ์ํด ์ง์ ์นดํ๊น์ง ์จ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๊ฐ์ด์ด ์๋ ค์ค๋ ๋๋์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ์ด์ ํ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ง์ ์ง์คํ ์ ์์๋ค. ๋ง์ ์ด ๋๋ ๋ฌด๋ ต, ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋ค์์ ๊ธฐ์ฝํ๋ ์ด์ ํ์ ๋ง์ ์ ์ง ์๊ฒ ๋๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ํ ๋ฒ ๋ ๋ง๋๋ณด๊ธฐ๋ก ๊ฒฐ์ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ์ค, ์ด์ ํ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋๋ ํ์ฌ์ ๊ธํ ์ผ์ด ์๊ฒจ ์ง๊ธ ๋น์ฅ ๋์๊ฐ ๋ด์ผ ํ๋ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ์ด์ ํ๋ ํ์ธํฌ์๊ฒ ์ฐ์ ์ฌ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋ค๊ณ ๋ค์์ ๋ง๋ ์ฝ์๊น์ง ๋ฏธ๋ฆฌ ์ก์ ํ ์นดํ๋ฅผ ๋์ฐ๋ค. ์ ์ ํ, ์นดํ๋ฅผ ๋์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ํ์์ ์ฌ๋ผํ๊ณ ์ง์ผ๋ก ํฅํ ์ค๋น๋ฅผ ํ๋ค. ์์นจ์ ๋จน์ง ์์ ์์ธ์ผ๊น, ์๋๋ฉด ๋น์์ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ๋๋ฌด ๋ง์ด ๋ง์ ํ์ผ๊น. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฐจ์ ์ค๋ฅด์๋ง์ ์์ด ๋ฉ์ฅ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๊ณ ์ฐธ์ผ๋ ค๊ณ ์ ๋ฅผ ์ผ์ง๋ง, ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ์คํจํ๊ณ ๋ง์๋ค. "๊ธฐ์ฌ๋, ์ฐจ ์ข ์ธ์์ฃผ์ธ์..." ๋ง์ ๋ง์น๊ธฐ๋ ์ ์ ํ๊ตฌ์ญ์ง์ด ๋จผ์ ๋์ค์ ์ฐจ์ ๋ง๋ จ๋์ด ์๋ ์ฐ๋ ๊ธฐ๋ดํฌ๋ฅผ ์ง์ด ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์์๋ค. ๊ธธ๊ฐ์ ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์ธ์ด ํ์ ๊ธฐ์ฌ๋์ ์๋ ํ ๋ด์ง๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋ค๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. "๊ธ๋ฐฉ ์์ ํ๋ฉด ๋ค๋ค ๊ทธ๋์. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์๋ด๋ ์๊ฐ์จ๋ ์ฆ์์ด ๋๊ฐ์์ด์. ์ ๋ง์ด ๊ฐํ๊ฒ ๋๋ ๊ณผ์ผ์ ๋จน์ผ๋ฉด ์กฐ๊ธ ๊ด์ฐฎ์์ง ์๋ ์์ด์. ์ฒซ 4๊ฐ์ ๋์์ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ํ๋ค ๊ฑฐ์์. ๊ทธ ์๊ธฐ๋ง ์ง๋๋ฉด ์ ๋ ์ ์๊ณ ๋ฐฅ๋ ์์ ์ฒ๋ผ ๋จน์ ์ ์์ ๊ฑฐ์์." ํ์ ๊ธฐ์ฌ๋์ ๋ง์ ๋ฃ๊ณ ๋์์ผ ์๋ฆฌ ์ฃผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ณ์ฐํ๋ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊น์ง ๋๋๋ค. ์๋ฆฌ ์์ ์ผ์ด ์ด๋ฏธ ์ผ์ฃผ์ผ์ด๋ ์ง๋ ์ํฉ์ด์๋ค. ์๋์ผ, ๊ทธ๋ด ๋ฆฌ ์์ด... ์ฝ์ ๋น ์ง์์ด ์ ์ฑ๊ฒจ ๋จน์๋๋ฐ... ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ฐ๋ฌผ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ฐ๋ ค์ค๋ ๊ธฐ์ต์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ค์ ์๋ฆฌ์ ์ผ์ด๋ถ๊ณ ๋ง์๋ค. ์ ํํ 3์ฃผ์ผ ์ , ๋ค์ ๋ , ์์นจ ์ผ์ฐ ์ฝ๊ตญ์ ๋ค๋ฌ ํผ์์ฝ์ ์ฌ๋ ค ํ์ผ๋ ์ ๋ฏธ์์ด ๋๋ฐ ํ์๋ก ์ฒดํฌ๋์๋ค๋ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ณ ๋๋ฌด ํ๊ฐ ์น๋ฐ์๋ ๋๋จธ์ง ํผ์์ฝ์ ๊น๋งฃ๊ฒ ์๊ณ ์์๋ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๋ค์ ๊ธฐ์ต๋ฌ์ ๋, ์ด๋ฏธ ์ฝ์ ๋ณต์ฉํด์ผ ํ๋ ๊ธฐํ์ด ํ์ฉ ์ง๋๋ฒ๋ฆฐ ํ์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ๋งํ ์์ ์ฌ๋ ค ๋ณต๋ถ๋ฅผ ์ฐ๋ค๋ฌ์๋ค. ๋ง์ ์ ๋ณด์๋ง์ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๋จ์์ ์์ด๋ฅผ ์์ ํ๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ ์๊ฒ ๋ ํ๋ฅ ์ ์ผ๋ง๋ ๋ ๊น? ์ 3ํ ์์ ํ์ด ์๋ด ํ ๋ณ์, ์ ์์ฆ์ ์์ ์ฅ ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ์ฐ๋ถ์ธ๊ณผ ๋ณต๋์์ ์ค์ ์๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋ฐ๊ฑธ์์ ์ฎ๊ธฐ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋ชจํ์ด๋ฅผ ๋์ ๋ถ๊ณผ ๋ช ๋ฏธํฐ๋ฐ์ ๋จ์ด์ง์ง ์์ ๊ณณ์์ ์ต์ํ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ๋ค. ๋ง์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ์ค๊ฐ๋ ๋ณ์ ๋ก๋น์์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ์ฒด๋ง ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ ๋จ๋ฒ์ ์ ์ ์์๋ค. ์ญ์ผ๊ฐํ ๋ชธ๋งค์ ์ด์ธ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ง์ถค ์ ์ฅ์ ๋จ์์ ์๋ฒฝํ๊ฒ ๋งค์น๋์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์กฐ๊ธ ์ ์นดํ์์ ํฌ์ฅํ ์ฝ์ฝ๋ ๋ฐํฌ๋ฅผ ๊ณ์ ์ ์ฌ์์๊ฒ ๊ฑด๋ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์์ ๋ผ์์ง ๋ฐ์ง๊ฐ ๋ณ์ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ์ ๋ฐ์ฌ๋๋ ํ์ด์ ๋ง์ ์ ๋ํ ๋๋ถ์๊ฒ ๋น๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ฐ์ด์ด ์๋ ค์ค๋ ๋๋์ ์ ์จ ๋๋ฅธ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์์ ์ ํผํ์ง ์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ์ค์ค๋ก ๋ค์งํ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ณ์ ๋น๋นํ๊ฒ ์ ์ฌ์์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ํ์ธํ๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋์ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ๋ด๋ค. ๋ฐ๋ก ์ด๋, ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์๋ ๋ฐฉํฅ์ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. ๋ง์ฃผ์น ๋ ๋ ์ฌ์ด๋ก ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ถ์พํ ๊ธฐ์์ด ์ค์ณ ์ง๋๊ฐ๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ ์จ ๋ฏธ์ ์ง์ ์ผ๊ตด๋ก ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋์๋ค. ์ง๊ธ ์ด ์๊ฐ์ ๋ง๋จ์ด ๋จ์ํ ์ฐ์ฐ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์น๋ถํ๊ณ ์ถ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๋๋ค์ ๋ฐ๋ ค์ค๋ ํ๊ตฌ์ญ์ง์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํฉ๊ธํ ํ์ฅ์ค๋ก ๋ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ๊ณ ์์ ๋ชจ๋ ๋น์๋ด๊ณ ๋์์ผ ์จ์ ๊ณ ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ด ์ ์์๋ค. ํ์ฅ์ค๋ก ๋ฌ๋ ค์ฌ ๋, ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ๊ณผ ๊ทธ์ ์ฝํผ๋ ๋ค์ ๋์ธ ํ์งํ์ ์ ํ ๊ธ์จ๋ฅผ ๋๋ํ ๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ๋์จ ๊ณณ์ ๋ฐ๋ก ์ฐ์ ๊ฒ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ ๊ณณ์ด์๋ค. ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ์๋ง ๊ฒฐํผ ์ ๋ถํฐ ๊ณํํ ์์ด๋ฅผ ์ํด ๊ฒ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ฌ ์จ ๊ฒ์ด๊ฒ ์ง. ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์ผ๋ถ๋ฌ ์๊ฐ์ ๋ด์ด ๋ณ์์ ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธํ๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค๊ณผ ์นดํ์ ๋ค๋ฌ ์ง์ ์ฝ์ฝ๋ ๋ฐํฌ๋ฅผ ํฌ์ฅํ ๊ฒ๊น์ง ์๊ฐํ์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋๋ค์ ๋ง์์ด ์ธ์ธํด ๋๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ๋ฌผ๋ก ๊ทธ์ ์๋ด๊ฐ ๋ ์ฌ๋์๊ฒ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ชจ๋ ์ ์ ๊ณผ ์๊ฐ์ ์์๋ถ์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์ผ๊ฑฐ์์ผํฌ์กฑ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ํ๋ ๋ฐฉ์๊ณผ๋ ๋๋ฌด ๋น๊ต๊ฐ ๋์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ๋ฐฐ๋ ํํธ๋๋ก ์ง๋๋ ์ง๋ 3๋ ๋์, ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ฌด์จ ์์์ ์ฆ๊ฒจ ๋จน๊ณ ๋ฌด์์ ์ข์ํ๋์ง ์๊ณ ์๋์ง๋ ์์ฌ์ด ๋ค์๋ค. ์ด์ ๋ ์ด์ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ์์๋ ๋ ๋ฌธ์ ์ ๋ํด ๊น์ด ์๊ฐํ ์๊ฐ๋ ์๋์ง๋ ์์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ธ ์์ ๋น์น ์ด์ทํ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ซ์ด์ง๊ฒ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๊ณ ์ฌํธํก์ ํ๋๋ ํฐ์๋ก ์ ์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ๋ฆ๊ณ ๋์์ผ ํ์ฅ์ค ๋ฌธ์ ์ด๊ณ ๋์๋ค. ๋ฌธ์ ์ด์๋ง์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์ธ๋ฉด๋ ์์ ๊ธฐ๋์ด ์๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ๊ณ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ๊น๊ฒ ์ฐํธ๋ฆฐ ๊ทธ์ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ ์ฌ์ด์ ๋ถ์ ๋ถ์ธ ๋ด๋ฐฐ๊ฐ ์์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ด ๊ณณ์ ๋์๊ฐ ๋ง์์ ๋ค์ง ์์๋ค. ์ค๋ง, ๊ทธ์ ์ฝํผ๋ ๋ ํ์ฅ์ค์ ์๋ ๊ฑธ๊น? ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ํน ์์ด๊ณ ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ๋ณด์ง ๋ชปํ ์ฒ ์ฐ๊ธฐํ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๋ณ์ ํ์ฅ์ค์ ์ธ๋ฉด๋๋ ํ ์ค๋ก ๋์ฌ ์์๊ณ ์์ ์ป์ผ๋ ค๋ฉด ๋ฐ๋์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ณ์ ์ง๋๊ฐ์ผ๋ง ํ๋ค. ์์ ์ป์์ง ๋ง์ง ๊ณ ๋ฏผํ๊ณ ์์ ๋, ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. "์์ ํ์ด?" ์งง์ ๊ทธ์ ๋ฌผ์ ํ ๋ง๋์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ์ด์ด ์ ๋ฉํ๊ฒ ๋ด๋ ค์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ฐ์์ ์ ์ฌํ ๊ด์ฐฐํ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋๋ต์ ๋ฃ์ง ์์๋ ์ ์ ์์๋ค. "๋๋ตํด!" ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ํฅํด ํ ๊ฑธ์ ํ ๊ฑธ์ ๋ค๊ฐ์๊ณ , ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ข์์ง์๋ก ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ๋์ฑ ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋ ์ ์์๋ค. ๋น์ฅ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ชฉ์ ์์ผ์ฅ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ ๊ธฐ์ธ์ ํ๋ ๋๋น. ๋ง์ฝ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ ํ ๊ฒ์ด ์ฌ์ค์ด๋ผ๋ฉด, ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ฐ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์์ ์ค๋ก. "์๋์." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ํ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ผฟ๊ผฟ์ด ํด๊ณ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ ๋์ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. "๋ฐฐํ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ฝ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ฌ ์์ด์." "๊ทธ๋? ํ์ง๋ง ์ํ ๋ด๊ณผ๋ ์ฌ๊ธฐ ์๋๋ฐ?" ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ง์ ๋ฏฟ์ง ์๋๋ค๋ ๋ฏ ๋์ ๊ฐ๋๊ฒ ๋จ๊ณ ์ถ๊ถํ๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ์ ์ผ๊ตด์๋ ์ธ์ธํ ๋ฏธ์๋ง ๋ฒ์ง ๋ฟ์ด์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์ ์ด ๋์ฒด ์ผ๋ง๋ ์ซ์ ๊ฑธ๊น? "์ด๊ณณ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ์ ์ผ๋๊น์. ์ ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ง์ ๋ฏฟ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋ฉด, ๋ํ๋๊ป์ ์ ์ ํจ๊ป ์ฐ๋ถ์ธ๊ณผ ์ง์ฐฐ์ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ฉด ๋๊ฒ ๋ค์." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ํ์ ํ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์กด์ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ ๋ ์ฝํผ๋ ์๊ฒ ์๋ฆฌ์ง ์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ์ ์์๋๋ก ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ค์๋ฅผ ํฐ๋จ๋ฆฌ๋๋ ๋ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ์ฅ ์์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํฑ์ ์์ผ์ก์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์์ง์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ ์ ์ ํ์ ๋ ๋จ๊ฑฐ์ด ๋ด๋ฐฐ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ผ๊ตด ๋ฐ๋ก ์์ผ๋ก ๋ค๊ฐ์๊ณ , ์๋ฆฌ์ ์ผ์ด๋ถ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ผ๊ตด์ ํ์ด ์ง๊น ๋๋ ค์ ๋ค. "๋ง์ฝ ์ง๊ธ ๋ด ์์์ ํ ๋ง์ด ๊ฑฐ์ง๋ง์ด๋ผ๋ฉด, ๊ทธ ์์ํ ๋๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์น๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ. ์ฐฉํ๊ฒ ๊ตด์ด์ผ์ง. ๋ด์ผ ์ถ๊ทผํด." ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ๊ฑฐ์น ๊ฒ ํ์ธํฌ์ ํฑ์ ๋์ ์ฃผ์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์์ด ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ค์ณ ์ง๋๊ฐ ๋, ํฌ๋ฏธํ ํฅ์ ๋์๊ฐ ํ์ธํฌ์ ์ฝ๋ฅผ ์ฐ๋ ๋ค. ๋ฏ์ ํฅ์ ๋์์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์๋ ค์ค๋ ๊ฐ์ด์ ์์ผ์ก์๋ค. 3๋ ์ด๋ผ๋ ์๊ฐ ๋์, ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ๋ฌด์์ ์ซ์ดํ๋์ง ๋๊ตฌ๋ณด๋ค ์ ํ์ ํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ฌ์ ํฅ์ ๋์๋ฅผ ์ ์ผ ์ซ์ดํ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ง๊ธ์... ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฃผ๋จน์ ์์ผ์ฅ๊ณ ์ ์ ์ ๊ผญ ๊นจ๋ฌผ์๋ค. ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋ถ๊ฐ๋ฅํ ๊ฑด ์์๋ค. ๋จ์ง ๊ทธ ๊ท์น์ ์ด๊ธธ ์ ์๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค๋ง ๊ฐ๋ฅํ ๊ฒ์ผ ๋ฟ. ๋ฉ์ด์ง๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ท๋ชจ์ต์ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ๊ฒฐ์ฌํ ๋ฏ ์ ์ ์ด์๋ค. "๋ํ๋, ์ ํด์ฌํ๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค." ๋ช ๋ฐ์ง ๋ผ์ง ๋ชปํ ๋จ์๊ฐ ๋ค์ ์๋ฆฌ์ ๋ฉ์ถฐ ์๋๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋์๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋๋ฌผ์๋ค. "๋ฐฉ๊ธ ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ?" "ํด์ฌํ๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ด๋ฒ์ ์ข ๋ ์ฐจ๋ถํ๊ณ ํ๊ณ ํ ํ๋๋ก ๊ฐ์ ๋ง์ ๋ฐ๋ณตํ๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ์ ์ผ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ์ณ๋ค๋ดค๊ณ ์ ์ ์๋ ๋น์๋ฅ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฏํ ๋ฏธ์๊ฐ ๊ฑธ๋ ค ์์๋ค. "ํ๋ชจ์์ฒ๊ฐ ๋ ์๊ฐ์ด์ผ?" ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋ด๋ดํ๊ฒ ์ค๋ช ํ๋ค. "ํ๋ชจ์์ฒ๋ ๋์์ง ์๋ค์. ๋ง์ ์๋๊ฐ ์ค๋ ์ ์ ๊ฒฐํผ๊น์ง ์ฝ์ํ์ด์." "๊ทธ ๋จ์๊ฐ ๋ง์์ ๋ค์์ด?" ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ ์๋ฐ์ ์ด์๊ณ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ์ผ์ด๋ถ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ์์ฃผ ์ ๊น์ด๋๋ง ์์ ์ด ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋๊ณผ ๊ฒฐํผํ๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ํ๋ฅผ ๋ด๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ๋ฏฟ์ ๋ปํ์ผ๋๊น. "๊ทธ ๋จ์๊ฐ ๋ ๋ง์กฑํ๊ฒ ํ ์ ์์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์?" ํ์ง๋ง ๋ง์ ํ๋ฉด ํ ์๋ก ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์๋ ๋น์์์ด ํ๊ฐ๋ ๋ฌป์ด๋ฌ๋ค. "๊ทธ ๋จ์, ๋๋ ์ ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ด์ผ. ๋๋์ ์ด์ธ๋ฆฌ์ง ์์. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋๊น ์ต๋ํ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋๋ด." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์๋ฌด๋ ์ง ์๊ฒ ๋ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ์ฌ๋จ์ด์ ๋ฒ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๊ฐ๋งํ ์ง์ผ๋ดค๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋งํฌ๋ ํ์ฌ์์ ์ ๋ฌด๋ฅผ ๋งก๊ธธ ๋์ ๋ค๋ฆ์์ด ๋ด๋ดํ๊ณ ๋ ํ์จํ๋ค. ์์ ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ์ ๋ฌต๋ฌตํ ๊ทธ์ ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง, ์ง๊ธ์ ๋ ์ด์ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์กด์ฌ๋ ๋ฌต์ดํ๋ ๋จ์์ ๋ฐ์ ์ง๋ฐํ ํ์ฒด๋ ์์๋ณผ ์ ์๊ฒ ๋ณํ๋ ์์ ์ด ์ซ์๋ค. ์ฉ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ธ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋งํฌ๋ฅผ ํ๋ด ๋ด๋ฉฐ ๋น์๋ฅ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค. ์ฌ์ง์ด ์ ์ ๋ฏธ์๊น์ง ์ง์ผ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ ๋์ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ์ณ๋ค๋ดค๋ค. "ํ๋ฒ ๋์ ํด ๋ณด๊ณ ์ถ์ด์. ๋๊ฐ ์์์? ์์ธ๋ก ์๊ถํฉ์ด ์ ๋ง์์ง." ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ธ๋ฉด๋์์ ๋์ถฉ ์์ ์ป์ ๋ค, ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ฑฐ๋ค๋ ๋ณด์ง๋ ์๊ณ ๋ฉ์ด์ ธ ๊ฐ๋ค. ๋ณ์ ๊ฑด๋ฌผ์ ๋์๋ ์๊ฐ๊น์ง ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋จ๋ฆฌ๋ ์์ ์ฃผ์ฒดํ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ๋๋ฌด ๋๋ ค์ ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ฐ๋ถ์ธ๊ณผ ๊ฒ์ฌ๋ ๋ฐ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋น์๊ฐ ๋ ์๊ฐ๋ถํฐ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋จ ํ ๋ฒ๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ง์ ๋ฐ๋ฐํ๊ฑฐ๋ ๋ง๋๊พธํ ์ ์ด ์์๋ค. ์ค๋์ด ์ฒ์์ด์๋ค. ์์ ์ ์ด๋ฐ ํ๋์ด ์ด๋ค ํ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ์ด๋ํ ์ง ๋ชฐ๋๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ํ ๊ฐ์ง๋ง์ ํ์คํ๋ค. ์ง๊ธ ๋น์ฅ ํ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ง๋๊ณ ๊ฐ์งํ๊ณผ ์ต๋ํ ๋ฉ๋ฆฌ ๋จ์ด์ ธ ์ง๋ด์ผ ํ๋ค. ์์ํ ์ง๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ง ์์๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ์ง๋๊ณ ๋ค์ ๋ ์์นจ์ด ์ฐพ์์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์์ค ๊ฑฐ์ธ ์์์ ์ถ๊ทผํ ์ง ๋ง์ง ํ์ฐธ์ ๋ง์ค์๋ค. 2์๊ฐ ํ, ์์ ์ฌ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋ ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์งํ ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค ๋ฌธ์ ์กฐ์ฌ์ค๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋ ธํฌํ๊ณ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ์ง๋ฌด์ฑ ์ ์์ ๊ณต์ํ๊ฒ ๋ด๋ ค๋์๋ค. "๋ํ๋, ์ฌ์ธํด ์ฃผ์ธ์." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์๋ ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ์ฌ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ฐ๋ฉฐ ์ ์คํ๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ๊ทธ์ ์์ ๋ฉ์ถฐ ์ค ๋๊น์ง ์๋ฅ์์ ๋์ ๋ผ์ง ์์๋ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์ฌ์ง์๋ผ๋ ๋ง์ ์์ฐ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์ง์ง ์ฌ์ง์๋ฅผ ์ ์ถํ ์ค ๋ชฐ๋๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ฏฟ์ ์ ์๋ค๋ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ํ์ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๋ ธ๋ ค๋ดค๋ค. ์์ ์ ๋ซ์ด์ง๊ฒ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ ๊น๊ณ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋์์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋ฐ๋ฉฐ ๋ชธ์ด ์์ฐ์์ฐํด ๋๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. "๊ฒฐ์ ํ์ด?" ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฌด๊ฒ์ง๋ ๊ฐ๋ณ์ง๋ ์๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์จ๋ชธ์ ๊ฐ์๋ค. "๋ค. ๊ฒฐ์ ํ์ต๋๋ค." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋จ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ถ๋ฉฐ ์ต๋ํ ์นจ์ฐฉํ๊ฒ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ํผ์ ์์์ ํฐ๋จ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ฒ์ง๋ก ๊ฐ๋ณ๊ฒ ์ฑ ์์ ๋๋๋ ธ๋ค. "์ด๋ฆฌ ์." ์ ์ ์ ๊ผญ ๊นจ๋ฌธ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์๋ฆฌ์์ ๊ฟ์ ๋ ํ์ง ์์๋ค. "ํด์ฌํ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์?" ๋์์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ํ์ ์ธ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค์ ์ธ๋ ธ๊ณ ์์ผ๋ก ๊น์ ํ์จ์ ๋ด์ฐ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ํ ๋ชจ์ต์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๊ฐ๊น์ด ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ๋ค. ์ต์ํ๊ณ ๋ ํฌ๊ทผํ ๊ทธ์ ํฅ์๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์์ง๋ง ์จ ๋งํ๋ ๋๋์ ์ง์ธ ์ ์์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ์ ์กฐ์ฌ์ค๋ฌ์ด ๋ชจ์ต์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ฐธ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ์์์ ํฐ๋จ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ํ์์๋ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ด์ด ์์ง ์๋ ํธ์ด์๋ค. ๊ธฐ๊ปํด์ผ ์ ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๋ง ๋น์ค๋ฌํ ์ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ฏธ์๋ง ์ง์ ๋ฟ. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ฒ์ง ๋ฏธ์๋ ๊ทธ์ ์ธ์งข์ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ์ค๋ช ํ๊ณ ๊ทธ๊ฒ์ ๊ณง ๋ค๊ฐ์ฌ ํญํ์ ์ ์ผ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๋ชฉ์ ์์ผ์ก์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ๋ ๊น๋ฐํ ์ฌ์ด์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ง๋ฌด์ฑ ์ ์์ ๋๋ฅด๊ณ ๊ฐ๋งํ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ดค๋ค. ์๋ฐฑ ์์ฒ์ต ๊ท๋ชจ์ ๊ณ์ฝ ์๋ฅ๊ฐ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ๋จ์ด์ก์ง๋ง ์๋ฌด๋ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ์์๋ค...... ...... ==== 3๋ ๋์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋น์๋ก, ๋น๋ฐ ์ ์ธ์ผ๋ก ๊ณ์ ์์ด์๋ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋จ์๊ฐ ๊ฒฐํผํ๋ค๋ ์์๊ณผ ํจ๊ป ์ด ๊ด๊ณ๋ ๋๋ด๊ณ ์ถ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง... ์ ๊ณ์ ๋ถ์ก๊ณ ๋์์ฃผ์ง ์๋ ๊ฑธ๊น? ์ด์ด์ง๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์๊ณผ ์ ๋งค ๊ฐ๋ํ ๋๊ธธ์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ํท๊ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ฉฐ ์ ์ ์์ ์ ์ ํ๊ณผ ๋ง์์ ์ ์ ์๊ฒ ๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ ๊ทธ ๋. ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ์์ ์ ํ๋ค. ์ฌํด์ง๋ ์ ๋ง์, ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ง์ฐฉ์, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ํ์์ค๋ฌ์ด ์๋ง์ ์๋ฐ์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ ์ ์ ๋ง์์ผ๋ก ๋น ์ ธ๋ค๊ฒ ๋์๊ณ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๊ณ ํต์์์ ์ฌ๋ผ์ก๋ค...... ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์ค์ค๋ก๋ฅผ ๊ตฌ์ํ๊ณ ๋ฐ๊ฒฉํ ๊ฒ์ธ๊ฐ์? ์์ผ๋ก๋ ์ด๋ค ์ ๊ฐ๊ฐ ํผ์ณ์ง๊น์? ์์ ํ ์คํ ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ฆ๊ธฐ๊ณ ์ถ์ผ์๋ค๋ฉด ์๋์ ๋ฒํผ์ ๋๋ฌ App์ ๋ค์ด๋ก๋ ๋ฐ์ผ์ธ์. (App์ ์คํ ์ ์๋์ผ๋ก ์ด๋ ์ค์ธ ์ด ์ํ์ผ๋ก ์คํตํฉ๋๋ค) &9& | LEARN_MORE | https://fbweb.moboreader.net/56913436-fb_contact-k | Loving reading | https://www.facebook.com/61567813351718/ | 380 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | fbweb.moboreader.net | VIDEO | https://fbweb.moboreader.net/56913436-fb_contact-kra168_2-1115-core1.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=124213&accid=1129349344803415&rawadid=120211454119920284 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467424455_2382750565399096_6349980219627843731_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=9TkiJClVKSYQ7kNvgGo13fo&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AMBPv7rhwHI-2yR18Tt6Isl&oh=00_AYBj5uk16KSIqEE3tuD0akJt0e6c0KY8j4I5fy4IWP2lbA&oe=67459D2D | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Loving reading | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-11-21 18:31 | active | 1902 | 0 | โก 12k GIVEAWAY โก 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.โฃ๏ธ ๐Prize: Hbada E3 Ergonomic Office Chair ($549). The winner can choose their preferred color: - grey๐ฉถ - black๐ค - pink.๐ ๐ฃTo enter the giveaway: 1. follow @hbada_official and @cozy.cess ๐ซถ๐ป 2. like and save this post ๐ 3. tag 2 friends in the comments (multiple entries are allowed, but no tagging of brands and celebrities) ๐ฌ 4. Share this post to your story and tag me and @hbada_official ๐ซก 5. Like, comment and share my most recent REEL and tag me๐โจ Giveaway ends on October 13, 2024. OPEN INTERNATIONALLY!! ๐โจ NOTE: I will be the only one contacting the winner.โผ๏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 Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-11-21 18:31 | active | 1902 | 0 | Phoenix Giveaway โผ๏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! โโโโโโโโโ 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 Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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