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Virtue Paintball pre-Thanksgiving Arizona Headquarters Grand Opening Event | Arizona paintballers, you don't want to miss out on our pre-Thanksgiving Sales Feast! To celebrate Virtue and Bunkerkings opening our new headquarters right here in Gilbert, AZ we are having a special sales event the day before Thanksgiving. β’ Come hang out and eat some free food, watch, and talk paintball. β’ Every hour we will have a free gear giveaway for everyone in the building. β’ Exclusive in-store offers & discounts. β’ Limited one-of-a-kind products. Where: 3380 S. Power Rd, Suite 120 Gilbert, AZ 85234 When: Wednesday 11/27, the day before Thanksgiving 10AM - 7PM | EVENT_RSVP | https://www.facebook.com/events/947381253929964/ | Virtue | https://www.facebook.com/virtuepb.us/ | 62,089 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | INTERESTED | 0 | Virtue Paintball pre-Thanksgiving Arizona Headquarters Grand Opening Event | EVENT | Arizona paintballers, you don't want to miss out on our pre-Thanksgiving Sales Feast! To celebrate Virtue and Bunkerkings opening our new headquarters right here in Gilbert, AZ we are having a special sales event the day before Thanksgiving. β’ Come hang out and eat some free food, watch, and talk paintball. β’ Every hour we will have a free gear giveaway for everyone in the building. β’ Exclusive in-store offers & discounts. β’ Limited one-of-a-kind products. Where: 3380 S. Power Rd, Suite 120 Gilbert, AZ 85234 When: Wednesday 11/27, the day before Thanksgiving 10AM - 7PM | https://www.facebook.com/events/947381253929964/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467728105_1306854233649609_7756635483942875667_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=GTPmRsdP0H0Q7kNvgGaoAKd&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AOUwAhapu-ttaiVhCA33V6R&oh=00_AYBcpr55kaCLPI1qbQ9ROM9rP5GxupRyhABvYolXDc91ZA&oe=67484E7F | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Virtue | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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β¨πIn the spirit of Giving THANKS π π I am giving away a $50 gift card towards any Holistic Service β¨(Hypnotherapy & Reiki) Follow me on IG @solestrellallc * Share this post on your story * Like & Comment βGIVINGTHANKSβ * TAG 5 people who you want to have a give in the spirit of Thanksgiving π€ππ«β€οΈπβ¨ππ The winner will be announced on 11/27/24 at 8pm. A gift card will be given via email to use towards your selected service. Looking forward to working with more of you all π€ Letβs Give Thanksβ€οΈ #giveaway #givingthanks #gratitude #hypnotherapy #reiki #giftcards #spiritual #energy #connecticut #newyork #fyp #explore #latina #latinaowned #building #community #wellness #health #lifestyle #fun #laugh #live #love #solestrellallcππ | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/solestrellallc | solestrellallc | https://www.instagram.com/_u/solestrellallc | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | IMAGE | http://instagram.com/solestrellallc | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/442384703_957896029165833_3122754555790240499_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=ojU-Ty4SqQIQ7kNvgH1wvI9&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYBAcee5aXXLP5xUQnk5w2Z4sbIfMMTBV9DzKX_x-Wfctg&oe=67482A93 | IG_ADS_IDENTITY | 1 | 0 | 0 | solestrellallc | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Esthetician Help Group | First giveaway for estheticians/esthetician students! π₯³ To learn how to enter the giveaway join our private Facebook group. To locate the group οΏΌclick on the About section of our page then at the very bottom you will see our group. οΏΌ | JOIN_GROUP | https://www.facebook.com/groups/estheticianhelpgro | Esthetician Help Group | https://www.facebook.com/estheticianhelpgroup/ | 16 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Join group | 0 | facebook.com | IMAGE | https://www.facebook.com/groups/estheticianhelpgroup/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467962578_1914237752432431_8304915169644392375_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=M03XiMIkRG4Q7kNvgGWg2E3&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AtC2o-flxqImm8BsrjTIqbi&oh=00_AYB-_psf8wbKjvOoFZjbDJh4zdofR5gJjeCFj4-IpLs9xQ&oe=674858BE | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Esthetician Help Group | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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πRead the next chaptersπ | At Grace Mansion, the lanterns in the corridors cast intricate shadows on the window frames, resembling beasts looming on the walls. Carissa Sinclair sat on a chair with her hands folded in her lap, her slender body hidden beneath plain clothes. She looked at the man before herβher husband whom she had spent a year waiting for. Barrett Warren was still wearing his slightly-worn battle armor. Standing under the dim light, he looked commanding and handsome. His face showed a mix of determination and a touch of regret. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for this marriage. Aurora will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has said that General Yates is a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she wonβt be a concubine. Sheβll be my legal wife and equal to you." "Calling her that doesn't change anything. Ultimately, sheβs really just a concubine in disguise," Carissa replied, remaining indifferent. Barrett frowned. "What does it matter? Aurora and I developed feelings for each other on the battlefield. We earned this marriage through our achievements. I donβt need your approval." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Developed feelings, huh? Do you remember what you said to me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett had left to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before leaving, he had lifted his wifeβs veil and promised her, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Feeling awkward, Barrett turned away. "Forget what I said. When I married you, I didnβt understand love. I thought you were a suitable match for a wife until I met Rory." Talking about the woman he loved, his eyes softened and filled with deep affection. He turned back to Carissa and added, "Sheβs unlike any woman Iβve ever met. I love her deeply. I hope you'll agree to this." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite feeling a mix of disgust and unwillingness, she still asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict. Besides, Aurora is straightforward, cheerful, and lovable. She visited my mother a while ago." They agreed? Hah... How ironic! Everything Carissa had done over the past year had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting her brow. Barrett spoke of Aurora Yates with a softness in his voice, "Yes, sheβs talking to my mother. Sheβs made her very happy. Even her health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was seriously ill. I brought in the best physician to treat her. I managed the estateβs affairs by day and stayed up nights by her bedside. It was only because of this that her condition started to improve." Carissa wasnβt seeking praise. She was stating the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa pressed her lips into a thin line as she blinked away the tears in her eyes and sharpened her gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need for that. Carissa, sheβs different from any woman you know. Sheβs a general, and she's above the usual household squabbles. She wouldnβt want to meet you," Barrett refused instantly. Carissa retorted, "What kind of women do I know? What kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of a noble family. My father and my six brothers died on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "Thatβs them," Barrett interrupted. "But you're a delicate woman suited for the comforts of home. Aurora has no respect for such women. Sheβs straightforward and unrestrained. If she meets you, she might say things you wonβt like. Why put yourself through that?" As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under the corner of her eye became more evident in the light. She calmly said, "Itβs fine. If she says anything unpleasant, Iβll ignore it. Understanding the bigger picture and acting with dignity are essential virtues for any matriarch. Don't you trust me?" Chapter 2 Barrett sighed in frustration. βWhy put yourself through this? There was a royal edict for this marriage. Even when Aurora moves in, youβll be in separate wings. She wonβt compete with you for control of the household. She doesnβt care about those things.β βDo you really think Iβm attached to managing this household?β Carissa countered. Running this mansion was no easy task. Just the monthly medicine for Barrettβs mother cost dozens of silver coins. Then, there was food, clothing, and social obligationsβall these things required money. This household was practically a hollow shell. Over the past year, Carissa had used much of her dowry to keep things running. And this was her reward. βEnough, I wonβt argue with you. I just needed to inform you. Whether you agree or not changes nothing,β said Barrett, his patience wearing thin. As Carissa watched him leave in a huff, she felt even more bitter. βMy lady, my lord was too much!β said Lulu, Carissaβs maid, wiping her tears away. βDonβt call him that!β Carissa gave her a stern look. βWe never consummated the marriage. Heβs not your lord. Go fetch my dowry list.β βWhy the dowry list?β Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. βSilly girl, why would we stay in this house any longer?β Lulu held her forehead and gasped. βBut your mother arranged this marriage, and your father wanted you to marry and have children.β Tears finally welled up in Carissaβs eyes at the mention of her parents. Her father had stayed loyal to her mother, never taking a concubine. They had six sons and one daughter. All her brothers followed her father to the battlefield. Three years ago, none returned from the Southern Frontier. Though she was a girl, Carissa came from a family of warriors and started training as a child. At the age of seven, she was sent to study under a master, where she also learned military strategy. When she returned home at fifteen, she learned her father and brothers had died a year earlier. Her mother, who had gone blind from crying too much, held Carissa close and said, "You must live like the noble girls in the kingdom. Find a good husband, marry, have children, and lead a peaceful life. Youβre the only child I have left.β Carissa felt like someone had gouged her heart out. The pain she felt was so intense she couldn't even bring herself to cry. Determined to please her mother, she spent a year mastering the traditional values and duties expected of a noblewoman. She also learned accounting and how to manage a household. Not only was Carissa the Marquis of Northwatch's daughter, but she was also known for her beauty. So, suitors flooded their doorstep. Her mother had chosen Barrett because he had sworn he would never take another wife if he married Carissa. But six months ago, tragedy struck. All the residents of Northwatch Estate were murdered. No one was spared, not even the children or servants. Each victim suffered numerous knife wounds, and their bodies were brutally dismembered. Carissaβs youngest nephew had been only two and a half years old, born after the death of her third brother. The local authorities and garrison unit captured a few of the assailants. After further investigation, they were discovered to be spies from an enemy kingdom, Westhaven. The war at the front line was raging, yet these spies didn't hesitate to reveal themselves just to annihilate her family. The manner of the murder suggested it was more of a personal vengeance than anything else. When Carissa received the news, she rushed home, only to find her grandmotherβs and motherβs gruesomely dismembered bodies. Blood stained every corner of the residence, and the dead were left in agonizing states. Now, Carissa was the lone survivor of the marquis' family. The idea of restoring her familyβs former glory seemed impossibleβat least to outsiders. They saw her merely as a delicate, fragile woman. However, Aurora was different. She had earned military merits for her contribution to the war and became the first female general in history. Even the queen dowager had high praise for her. With Aurora supporting Barrett, his future would be more secure. That was the reason the Warren family readily agreed to the marriage. Chapter 3 Lulu brought over the dowry list and explained, "This year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins to support the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." Carissa glanced at the list. "Alright." Just looking at the list put her in a melancholy mood. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she would suffer hardships in her husband's home. "My lady, where can we go? Are we returning to Northwatch Estate? Or should we go back to Meadow Ridge?" Lulu asked, looking distressed. Images of the bloodstained estate and the tragic deaths of her family members flashed through Carissaβs mind, causing a sudden pang of pain in her heart. "Anywhere is better than staying here." "If you leave, youβll be giving them exactly what they want." "So be it. If I stay, Iβll spend my whole life suffering as I watch those two be affectionate. Lulu, I must live well to give my parents and brothers peace in the afterlife," Carissa replied calmly. "My lady!" Lulu wept bitterly. She had been born and raised in Northwatch Estate. The murder had claimed the lives of everyone, including her own family. The images still haunted her, and returning there seemed unthinkable. "Is there no other way?" Lulu asked desperately. Carissaβs eyes grew cold. "There is. I could confront the king and use my familyβs achievements to force him to reverse his edict. If he refuses, Iβll take my own life in protest." Lulu was terrified and immediately protested, "My lady, you can't!" Carissaβs expression softened, and a sly smile appeared on her face. "Do you think Iβm that silly? If I manage to reach the king, Iβll only request an edict for an amicable divorce." Barrett was able to marry Aurora because of a royal edict. So, Carissa should also be issued an official edict to leave. She shouldn't have to sneak away like she was being cast out. The wealth from Northwatch Estate was more than enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life. She wouldn't degrade herself unnecessarily. Just then, someone called from outside, "Madam Carissa, the matriarch has requested your presence!" "Itβs Jade, Madam Rebecca's maid. It seems like Madam Rebecca wants to try and persuade you," Lulu whispered. Carissa straightened up, her expression serious. "Then, letβs go." The evening sun glowed like blood, and the autumn wind was chilly. The late king had bestowed the Warren family's current residence, Valor Estate, upon Barrett's grandfather. Though once prestigious, it had fallen into decline. Most of the Warren family's men were warriors who fought on battlefields. Only a few were civil servants who worked in the palace. Barrettβs father, Jonathan, didnβt fare well in his official career. His second uncle, Gregory, only held a minor post in the Royal Citadel. Barrett and his eldest brother, Benjamin, were somewhat successful in the military. But before their recent victory, they were only fourth-ranked majors. Both families still lived together in Valor Estate. Splitting the family would only hasten their decline. Accompanied by Lulu, Carissa arrived at Rebeccaβs room. Rebecca's complexion looked a bit better, and she was sitting up in bed. She smiled warmly when she saw Carissa. "Youβre here." Benjamin and his wife, Amelia Morgan, were also in the room. Barrett's sister, Serena, and the other children of the concubines were present as well. Barrett's second aunt, Charlotte Lewis, was also seated nearby. However, her expression was cold and somewhat disdainful. "Hello, Mother. Aunt Charlotte, Benjamin, Amelia," Carissa greeted them politely. "Carissa, come here." Rebecca gestured for her daughter-in-law to sit by her bedside. The older woman held Carissa's hand affectionately and happily said, "Now that Barrett is back, you have someone to rely on. This year has been so hard on you, especially with what happened to your family. Youβre the only one left of the marquis' family. Fortunately, all of that is behind you now." Rebecca was shrewd. She made it clear that Carissa would need to depend on the Warren family in the future, since her family was gone. Carissa pulled her hand away and calmly said, "Mother, I heard you met General Yates today." Rebecca hadnβt expected Carissa to be so straightforward. Her smile froze for a moment before she replied, "Yes, I did. Sheβs rather rough around the edges and doesnβt compare to you in terms of looks." Carissa gazed at her mother-in-law steadily. "So, are you saying you don't like her?" Chapter 4 Rebecca forced a smile. "How can I decide that after meeting her only once? But since the king has arranged the marriage, itβs a done deal. In the future, she and Barrett will earn military merits together, while you manage the household and enjoy the benefits of their hard work. Isnβt that nice?" "Yes, I'm sure," Carissa replied with a smile. "But itβs quite unfair to make General Yates a concubine." Rebecca laughed. "You silly child, how could she be a concubine? The kingβs edict makes her Barrett's legal wife. Also, sheβs a military officer who holds an official rank. Officials canβt be concubines. She'll be a legal wife like you. There won't be any distinction between ranks for the two of you." "No distinction? Is there such a custom in our kingdom?" Carissa asked. Rebeccaβs expression grew a bit colder. "Carissa, youβve always been sensible. Now that youβve married into our family, you should prioritize us. According to the Defense Minister, Auroraβs contributions in this battle were greater than Barrettβs. With you managing the household, they'll be able to work together as husband and wife and focus on their military service. In the future, they'll surely become famous generals like his grandfather." Carissaβs tone remained chilly as she said, "If theyβre husband and wife, then I have no role here." "How can you say that? Arenβt you still in charge of the household?" countered Rebecca, displeased. "I only managed the household because Amelia was unwell. Now that she has recovered, she should resume her duties. Iβll go over the accounts tomorrow and hand everything back to her," Carissa replied. Amelia quickly interjected, "Iβm still not fully recovered. Besides, everyone is satisfied with how youβve been managing things. You should continue doing it." Carissa smiled mockingly. Everyone was satisfied because she had spent her own money to support them. Most of it went towards Rebeccaβs medical expenses. Sebastian Dalton was a renowned physician, and his medicine was costly. Only a few could afford his services. Rebeccaβs medicine cost over a hundred coins a month, amounting to more than a thousand coins a year. As for the other household expenses, Carissa occasionally subsidized them. For example, she would sometimes use fabrics and silks from her familyβs business to make new clothes for everyone throughout the year. She didnβt mind it before, as she had really wished to spend her life with Barrett. However, circumstances had changed. She no longer wanted to be a fool. Carissa stood up and said, "Thatβs settled, then. Iβll hand over the accounts tomorrow and wonβt be involved in household matters anymore." "Stop right there!" Rebecca's face darkened with anger. "Carissa, youβre being unreasonable. Men having multiple wives and concubines is normal. If you can't accept that, people will say you're narrow-minded and jealous." Carissaβs compliance over the past year had made the Warren family think she was easy to manipulate. They believed a few harsh words would always keep her in line. Carissaβs expression was calm, a stark contrast to her usual docility. "People can say whatever they want. I'm not concerned about their opinions." Rebecca was so angry that she struggled to breathe and coughed harshly for a long while. In the past, Carissa would have rushed to help her. She would pat the older woman's back and try to soothe her. But now, Carissa remained where she was. The soft evening light from the doorway highlighted her delicate, almost ethereal beauty. "Carissa, look how badly you've upset Mom," Serena said as she stepped forward. Her round, youthful face puffed with anger as she glared at Carissa. "This isnβt even about you. Do you think your family is still as prestigious as it once was? Your parents and brothers are gone; you're the only one left. Aren't you afraid that Barrett will divorce you if you keep putting on airs like you're a young lady from a prestigious family?" Carissa looked at her sister-in-law, who was dressed in a pale yellow outfit that Carissa had procured for her in early autumn. Now, wearing the clothes Carissa had provided, Serena dared to question her authority. How utterlyβ¦ unsensible of her. "Take off that dress youβre wearing before you try to lecture me," Carissa said coolly. Serenaβs cheeks flushed with anger. "I didnβt beg you to get this dress for me. You can have it back if you donβt want me to have it." "Fine. And donβt forget the jewelry youβre wearing. I expect it all to be returned to me." After Carissa said that, her gaze swept across the room. The only one who seemed pleased with the situation was Charlotte. Everyone else looked grim. "If thereβs nothing else, Iβll be leaving." With that, Carissa turned and walked out decisively. Chapter 5 The Warren family members exchanged puzzled glances. None expected the usually agreeable Carissa to stand her ground so firmly this time. She even defied Rebecca, the matriarch of the family! βSheβll come around. She doesnβt have any other choice,β Rebecca said coldly. That was true. With Carissa's family gone, she had no one to rely on except the Warren family. Besides, she was still Barrett's rightful wife, and it wasnβt like she had been mistreated. - Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu returned to Northwatch Estate. The estate was bleak and covered in fallen leaves. After just half a year of neglect, the courtyard was overgrown with weeds that were taller than a person. Stepping back into the estate, Carissaβs heart ached fiercely. Six months ago, she had collapsed upon hearing that her family had been murdered. She had wept when she saw the lifeless bodies of her grandmother and motherβtheir corpses cold and devoid of warmth. Every corner of the estate had been stained with blood. Memorial plaques for her ancestors and mother had been placed at the estateβs family chapel. Carissa and Lulu prepared flowers to place on the plaques, their tears unceasing. Carissa knelt before her parentsβ memorials. Though her eyes were swollen from crying, they held a determined gaze. βDad, Mom, if you can hear me from heaven, please forgive your daughter for what she is about to do. Itβs not that I donβt want a peaceful life with a husband and children, but Barrett is not someone I can trust with my life. Rest assured, I promise Lulu and I will live well.β Lulu knelt beside her, sobbing uncontrollably. After they were done, they boarded a carriage and headed straight for the palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. Lulu was distressed and said, βMy lady, the king might not see you. Maybe he thinks youβre here to oppose his edict about the marriage. You didnβt eat last night or have breakfast today. Are you holding up okay? Should I go get you something to eat?β βIβm not hungry.β The only thing Carissa felt was the unwavering resolve to dissolve her marriage and return home. βPlease donβt be so hard on yourself. Itβs not worth getting sick over. Why donβt we just let it go? After all, youβre still the rightful wife and the lady of the Warren family. Even if General Yates is to be a legal wife, sheβll just be a glorified concubine at best. Maybe we should just endure it?β Lulu pleaded. Carissaβs gaze was cold. βLulu, if youβre going to talk like that, donβt speak at all.β Lulu sighed, feeling lost and unsure of what else to do. She had hoped that once Barrett returned, Carissa would find some peace. But the situation had only worsened. - In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissaβs arrival to the king three times. βYour Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,β he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. βI canβt see her. The edict has been issued, and I canβt take it back. Tell her to go home.β βThe guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. Sheβs been standing there for over an hour without moving.β Salvador felt a pang of guilt. βBarrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didnβt want to agree, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have made significant contributions.β βIf we speak of military achievements, the Marquis of Northwatch and General Sullivanβs contributions surpass all others,β Derek countered. Salvador remembered the Marquis of Northwatch, Hector Sinclair. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Carissa was a familiar face from those days, though she had been a delicate child. He still remembered her fair skin and endearing looks. Salvador had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers. When Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. Apart from his brother who was known as the Devil Monarch on the battlefield, the kingdom had no other capable generals. In the recent war with Westhaven, Dominic Sullivanβs third son had lost an arm. Dominic's seventh son had been murdered, though this had been kept secret. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector. βAlright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, Iβll grant her whatever she wants. I'll even give her a noble title or an official rank,β said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. βAs always, you're wise, Your Majesty!β Chapter 6 Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Salvador remembered the Sinclair family. Knowing that Carissa was now the only one left stirred a feeling of pity in him. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "I have already issued the edict. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I implore you to issue another edict. I want to divorce General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "What? You want a divorce?" Salvador thought she had come to ask him to rescind the marriage edict. He never expected a plea for a divorce. Holding back tears, Carissa pleaded, "Your Majesty, General Warren and General Yates sought the marriage edict with their military achievements. "Today is the death anniversary of my father and brothers. I wish to seek an edict to divorce my husband based on my late family's military merits. Please, Your Majesty, I'm begging you." "Carissa, do you know what you'll face after the divorce?" Salvador asked, a complicated expression on his face. Carissa hadn't heard Salvador call her by name in a long time. When he was still the crown prince, he used to occasionally visit Northwatch Estate. He would always find some interesting little gifts to give her when he did. After Carissa later went to Meadow Ridge to study under her master, they never saw each other again. "I do," she affirmed. There was a hint of a smile on Carissa's stunning face. But no matter how one looked at it, the smile seemed tinged with irony. "I'm sure you know the saying that a true gentleman appreciates and helps others to fulfill their aspirations, right? Even though I'm not a gentleman, I don't want to hinder General Warren and General Yates from being together," Carissa added. "Carissa, there's no one left at Northwatch Estate. Are you really going to go back there? Have you thought about your future?" Salvador asked. "I returned to the estate today to visit my family's memorial plaques. Seeing how the estate has fallen into disrepair made me want to live there again. I'll adopt a son for my father's sake, so there will still be someone to honor his memory," Carissa explained. Salvador had thought she was being impulsive; he hadn't expected her to be so considerate. "You're Barrett's legal wife. Aurora can't undermine your position. You really don't need a divorce." Carissa looked up with tear-filled eyes that were firm with resolve. "Your Majesty, that's meaningless. I don't want to waste my life like this. I'm the only one left from the Marquis of Northwatch's' family. My father and brothers lived honorably and bravely throughout their lives. I don't want to settle for a life of mediocrity." "I know you have feelings for Barrett. Are you willing to let go?" Salvador asked. Feelings? Not really. Carissa simply admired military men, and her mother had wanted her to marry and lead a stable life. That was why she had agreed to the marriage. Carissa smiled. At this moment, she looked like a strong woman who would be able to flourish even in the most challenging circumstances. "If he can let go of me, then I can let go of him," she declared. Beneath her delicate appearance, she possessed an unyielding backbone. This stunned Salvador. He had never seen such a woman before. He felt a pang of confusion, remembering the carefree little girl who used to smile all day long. Now, she was married and soon to be abandoned. To the world, divorce still meant abandonment. This was especially true in Carissaβs situation, as Barrett had publicly sought the marriage edict. Being a woman was already difficult, and she would have it even harder. How would she negotiate future marriages? There was no one left in her family to do it for her. Thinking of this, Salvador recalled Hector's merits, especially how they had saved each other on the battlefield, and his heart softened towards Carissa. "Alright, I agree. You may leave now. In a few days, the edict of divorce will be sent to the general's residence," Salvador said. Carissa breathed a sigh of relief and bowed her head. "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!" As Salvador watched her, he was suddenly reminded of when she was a little girl, and his heart softened further. "Carissa, if anyone mistreats you in the future, come to the palace and see me." "Thank you, Your Majesty!" 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πAttention! Do not read in publicοΌπ | I saw my boyfriend and my best friend lying together in our bed, naked. Tomorrow is my 18th birthday, and is this the βBig Surpriseβ they had planned for me? Two years together, and just one more day until I would finally find out if he was my fated mate... but now, everything felt like a cruel joke. "So-Sophia?" Bruce looked at me, stunned, as if seeing a ghost. "I am sorry. Please forgive me, baby." Bruce came close and held my hand. I felt disgusted when he touched me. I yanked my hand out of his grasp and slapped him. "How long?" I asked. He was silent. Why? Why was he so quiet right now? He promised me to be a loyal man. He vowed to me that he would mark me as his mate. But what exactly was he doing now? "I ASKED HOW LONG???" I yelled at him. He remained silent, not even making eye contact. I turned to Luisa. "You, tell me. How long have you been doing this behind my back with him?" I wanted to hear for myself how long they had made a fool out of me. "O-One year." She clutched the blanket around her body tightly, but the marks on her bare skin still stung me deeply. One year. For a year, they'd been lying, cheating, breaking me piece by piece without me even realizing it. Tears pricked at my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Not now. Not in front of them. I took a deep breath, steadying myself. "WE ARE DONE." I said, the words cold and final. Then I ran, my vision blurring as my legs carried me down the hallway. I wasnβt sure where I was going, but I needed to get away from them. In my haste, I collided with a solid wall of muscle. I looked up, and for a moment, I was too stunned to move. It was Alpha BryanβBruceβs elder brother. Unlike Bruce, who was always calm and friendly, Bryan was known for his icy demeanor. The entire pack feared him! I let out a gasp, and my hand began to shake. "S-Sorry, B-Big Brother-in-law!" I said subconsciously, but soon I realized something was wrong, I had broken up with Bruce and shouldn't call him that anymore. "Brother-in-law? Is what I've heard correct, Bryan?β A woman stepped forward, positioning herself beside Bryan. She was stunning, with a beauty that could make anyone feel small in comparison. This had to be Bryanβs fiancΓ©e, our future Luna. After giving me an in-depth look from head to toe, she turned her attention to him. βIs she Bruce's girlfββ Bryan raised his hand to stop her from continuing to speak. His gaze moved to me, sharp and unreadable, and for a moment, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyesβbut just as quickly, it vanished, replaced by his usual cold demeanor. βLEAVE." he ordered, his voice as icy as ever. The command left no room for argument. I flinched under the weight of his stare and fled the room, holding back the tears burning behind my eyes. As I passed the woman, her voice followed me like a dagger. "What's wrong with our Bruce? Does he really like that girl? I can't believe this. He has such a bad choice!" My steps faltered, but I didnβt look back. I did not want to stay a single second here. I did not come here to take any humiliation. ... A day later "I don't want to go, Mom" I said quietly, staring at the simple white dress I was supposed to wear. How could I go to that house? It was my ex-boyfriend's house. I did not want to see his face again. "You have to go. It's Alpha Bryan's engagement ceremony. Your name is clearly stated on the invitation card. You can't deny it, my child. It's a rule." I sighed, reluctantly pulling on the dress and applying light makeup. "You look so beautiful, Sophia." Mom said, her voice filled with a bittersweet pride. "Thanks, Mom." I gave her a hug then got into the car. As I stepped into the grand hall, the scent of flowers filled the air, their delicate petals cascading down the walls in elaborate displays of elegance and wealth. This place once felt like a symbol of beauty and grace to me, but now it was just a prison of painful memories. I found a quiet corner, hoping to avoid Bruce. I didnβt want to see him, especially not today. My eyes wandered across the room, eventually landing on Alpha Bryan and his fiancΓ©e. They stood together, poised and perfect, as the guests eagerly awaited the ring exchange. Suddenly, my view turned foggy. A mixed smell of rain and forest hit my nose. My wolf stirred, taking control of my movements. I tried to resist, but it was no use. I pushed the crowd and took long strides in front of the royal family. They turned their heads toward me. I could sense Bruce's eyes on me. However, my eyes were not on him but on his brother. As I drew near, Bryan's eyes also locked onto mine, burning with fury. He didnβt seem pleased to see meβnot at all. My wolf could not take his cold look. Tears streamed out of my eyes. I could not stop myself from calling him in front of everyone. 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No | 2024-11-23 19:37 | active | 1915 | 0 | Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΡΡΡΡΡ Π³Π»Π°Π²Ρπ | ΠΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΎΠ½Π° ΡΠ·Π½Π°Π»Π°, ΡΡΠΎ Π½Π΅Π·Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎΠΌΡΠΉ ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Π°, Ρ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΌ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΏΡΠΎΠ²Π΅Π»Π° ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ²ΡΡ Π±ΡΠ°ΡΠ½ΡΡ Π½ΠΎΡΡ, ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΡΡ Π΅Π΅ Π·Π°ΠΊΠΎΠ½Π½ΡΠΌ ΠΌΡΠΆΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΏΠΎ Π΄ΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ, ΠΎΠ½Π° ΡΠΎΡΠ»Π° Ρ ΡΠΌΠ°! ===== ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΠΠ΅ΡΡΠΎΠ²Π° ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎΠ΄Π½Ρ Π²ΡΡΠ»Π° Π·Π°ΠΌΡΠΆ. Π Π½Π΅ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ Π΄Π»Ρ Π½Π΅Ρ, ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ Π° Π½ΠΈΠ³Π΄Π΅ Π½Π΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π½ΠΎ. ΠΠ½Π° ΠΎΠ³Π»ΡΠ΄Π΅Π»Π° ΠΏΡΡΡΡΡ ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ½Π°ΡΡ, ΠΈ Π΅Ρ Π»ΠΈΡΠΎ ΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΎ Π±Π΅Π»ΡΠΌ, ΡΠ»ΠΎΠ²Π½ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΡΠ½Ρ. ΠΠ½Π° ΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π»Π° ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ ΡΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎ ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΆΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠΉ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° Π½Π΅ ΠΆΠ΅Π»Π°Π»Π° ΡΠ΅ΡΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΡΠΊΠΎΡΠ±Π»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅! ΠΠΎ ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π΅Π»Π°ΡΡ? Π‘ ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠΆΠ΄Π΅Π½ΠΈΡ Π²ΡΠ΅ Π°ΡΠΏΠ΅ΠΊΡΡ Π΅Ρ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ ΠΊΠΎΠ½ΡΡΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π΄ΡΡΠ³ΠΈΠΌΠΈ Π»ΡΠ΄ΡΠΌΠΈ. Π‘Π°ΠΌΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠ°Π·ΡΠΌΠ΅Π΅ΡΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΊΠ°ΡΠ°Π»ΠΎΡΡ ΠΈ Π΅Ρ Π·Π°ΠΌΡΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΠ²Π°. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ½ΡΠ΄ΠΈΠ» ΠΊ ΡΡΠΎΠΌΡ ΡΠΎΡΠ·Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Ρ, ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΌ ΡΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π»ΡΠ»Π° ΠΆΠ°Π΄Π½ΠΎΡΡΡ. ΠΡ Π΄Π΅Π΄ΡΡΠΊΠ° ΡΠ°Π±ΠΎΡΠ°Π» ΡΠΎΡΡΡΠΎΠΌ Ρ Π ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²Π°, Π³Π»Π°Π²Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠ³ΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡΠΈ ΠΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡΡ . ΠΠΎ Π΄ΠΎΡΠ°Π΄Π½ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°ΠΉΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠΏΠ°Π»ΠΈ Π² ΡΠΆΠ°ΡΠ½ΡΡ Π°Π²Π°ΡΠΈΡ, Π² ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΠΉ Π΄Π΅Π΄ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ³ΠΈΠ±, ΡΠΏΠ°ΡΠ°Ρ Π ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠΎΠ½Π°. Π ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅Π΄Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΡΡ Π½Π΅Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ°Ρ ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠΏΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΠΉ ΡΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π»ΡΠ»Π° Π΅Ρ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡΡ, Π²Π΅Π·Π΄Π΅ ΠΈ Π²ΡΡΠ΄Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ³ΡΡΠ·Π»Π° Π² ΠΎΠ³ΡΠΎΠΌΠ½ΡΡ Π΄ΠΎΠ»Π³Π°Ρ . ΠΠ½ΠΈ Π½Π°Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΡ Π½Π° Π³ΡΠ°Π½ΠΈ Π±Π°Π½ΠΊΡΠΎΡΡΡΠ²Π°. ΠΠ΅ΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΡΠΎ, Π΅Ρ Ρ ΠΈΡΡΡΠΉ ΠΎΡΠ΅Ρ ΠΎΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΠΈ Ρ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡΠΈ ΠΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡΡ , Π·Π½Π°Ρ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΡΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ Π΄ΠΎΠ»Π³, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΉ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ½Ρ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡΠ΅ ΠΠ΅ΡΡΠΎΠ²ΡΡ . ΠΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π» ΠΏΠ»Π°Π½, ΡΠΎΠ³Π»Π°ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΠΌΡ Π²Π½ΡΠΊ Π ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠΎΠ½Π°, ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠΉ ΠΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ², ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡΡΡ Π½Π° ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π΅. Π£ΡΠΈΡΡΠ²Π°Ρ Π±ΠΎΠ³Π°ΡΡΡΠ²ΠΎ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡΠΈ ΠΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡΡ , ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ΅Π½Ρ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠ΅ Π΄Π°Π΄ΡΡ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΈΠ΅ Π΄Π΅Π½ΡΠ³ΠΈ Π² ΠΎΠ±ΠΌΠ΅Π½ Π½Π° ΡΡΠΊΡ ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΄ΡΠ΅ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ. Π, Π² ΠΊΠ°ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²Π΅ Π΄ΠΎΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π±ΠΎΠ½ΡΡΠ°, ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ, Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎΠ½Π΅Ρ, ΡΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π±Ρ Π±ΠΎΠ»Π΅Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ½ΡΡ ΡΠ²ΡΠ·Ρ Ρ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡΡΠΉ ΠΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡΡ , ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ°Ρ Π±ΡΠ»Π° Π±Ρ Π·Π°ΠΊΠΎΠ½Π½ΠΎ ΡΠΊΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»Π΅Π½Π°. Π Π°Π·ΡΠΌΠ΅Π΅ΡΡΡ, ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡΡ ΠΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡΡ Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π²ΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ΅Π±Π΅ ΠΎΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°ΡΡΡΡ ΠΎΡ ΡΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄Π»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ, ΠΈΠ½Π°ΡΠ΅ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΡΠΈΡΠΊΠΎΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΡΡΡ Π»ΠΈΡΠΎ Π² ΡΠΎΠΌ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠΌ ΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π΅. ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠΉ ΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ» Π²ΡΡΠ°Π·ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ Π½Π΅Π΄ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΡΠ²ΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΡΡΠΈΠΌ, Π½Π΅ ΡΠ²ΠΈΠ²ΡΠΈΡΡ Π½Π° Π±Π°Π½ΠΊΠ΅Ρ, Ρ ΠΎΡΡ Π½Π° Π½ΡΠΌ Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΡΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π»ΠΎ Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³ΠΎ, ΠΊΡΠΎΠΌΠ΅ ΡΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΎΠ² ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅ΠΉ. ΠΠ½ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΆΠ΅ ΠΎΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π΅ Π² ΠΈΡΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΠ·ΠΎΠ²Π°Π½ΠΈΠΈ ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»ΠΈΠΈ ΠΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡΡ ΠΈ Π·Π°ΠΏΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ» Π΅ΠΉ Π³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΈΡΡ Π»ΡΠ΄ΡΠΌ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½Π° Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΆΠ΅Π½Π°. ΠΠ° ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠΈ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ, ΠΎΡ Π½Π°ΡΠ°Π»Π° ΠΈ Π΄ΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΠ½ΡΠ°, Π½ΠΈΠΊΡΠΎ Π½Π΅ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΡΠ΄ΠΈΠ»ΡΡ ΡΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΡΡ ΠΌΠ½Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎΠΉ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ. Π‘Π΅ΠΉΡΠ°Ρ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΡΡΠΎΠΈΡ Ρ ΠΏΡΡΠΌΠΎΠΉ ΡΠΏΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΈ ΡΠ°ΡΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΏΠ»Π΅ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈ. ΠΡ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡ, Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎ, ΡΠ»Π΅Π³ΠΊΠ° Π΄ΡΠΎΠΆΠ°Π»ΠΈ, Π½ΠΎ Π² Π³Π»Π°Π·Π°Ρ ΡΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΎΡΡ ΡΠΏΡΡΠΌΡΡΠ²ΠΎ. ΠΠ½Π° Π½Π΅ ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΈΡΠ°Π»Π°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π΄Π°Π²Π°ΡΡΡΡ ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ. ΠΠΎ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π΅ΠΉ ΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΡΠ΅Ρ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΡΠΏΠΈΡΡ? Π ΡΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ° ΡΠ°Π·ΠΌΡΡΠ»ΡΠ»Π° ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠΌ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ²Π΅Π΄ΡΡ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ²ΡΡ Π±ΡΠ°ΡΠ½ΡΡ Π½ΠΎΡΡ, ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΈΠ»Π° ΡΠΎΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΎΡ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΈΠ· ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΡ ΠΊΠΎΠ»Π»Π΅Π³. ΠΠ΅Π½ΡΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ»Π° ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡΡ Π΅Ρ Π½Π° Π½ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠΌΠ΅Π½Π΅. Π’Π° Π½Π΅ ΡΡΠ°Π»Π° Π΄ΠΎΠ»Π³ΠΎ ΡΠ°Π·Π΄ΡΠΌΡΠ²Π°ΡΡ. ΠΠ½Π° Π²ΡΡΠ»Π° ΠΈΠ· Π·Π°Π»Π° ΠΈ Π²ΡΠ·Π²Π°Π»Π° ΡΠ°ΠΊΡΠΈ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΎΡΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΡΡΡΡ Π² Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡ. ΠΠ³Π½ΠΎΠ²Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΠ·ΠΆΠ΅ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»Π°ΡΡ Π² ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ½Π°ΡΠ΅ ΠΎΡΠ΄ΡΡ Π° ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡΠΎΠ½Π°Π»Π° Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡ, ΠΏΡΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΡΡ Π·Π°ΠΏΠΈΡΠΈ ΠΏΠ°ΡΠΈΠ΅Π½ΡΠΎΠ², Π° Π΅Ρ Π²Π΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠ½Π΅Π΅ ΠΏΠ»Π°ΡΡΠ΅ Π΄Π°Π²Π½ΠΎ ΡΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ»ΠΎΡΡ Π±Π΅Π»ΡΠΌ Π»Π°Π±ΠΎΡΠ°ΡΠΎΡΠ½ΡΠΌ Ρ Π°Π»Π°ΡΠΎΠΌ. ΠΠ½Π΅Π·Π°ΠΏΠ½ΠΎ Π΄Π²Π΅ΡΡ Ρ Π³ΡΠΎΠΌΠΊΠΈΠΌ ΡΡΡΠΊΠΎΠΌ ΡΠ°ΡΠΏΠ°Ρ Π½ΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ Ρ Π²Π½Π΅ΡΠ½Π΅ΠΉ ΡΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ½Ρ ΠΈ ΡΠ΄Π°ΡΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ ΠΎ ΡΡΠ΅Π½Ρ. ΠΠ΅ ΡΡΠΏΠ΅Π»Π° ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΡΡ Π³Π»Π°Π·Π°, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ Π²Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ½ΡΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΠΈΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π΄Π²Π΅ΡΡ ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π° Π·Π°Ρ Π»ΠΎΠΏΠ½ΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ. ΠΠ°ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΡΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π»Π° ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠΎΠΊ Π²ΡΠΊΠ»ΡΡΠ°ΡΠ΅Π»Ρ, ΠΈ Π² ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠΈ ΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΎ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ½ΠΎ. ΠΠΎ Π΅Ρ ΡΠΏΠΈΠ½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ±Π΅ΠΆΠ°Π» Ρ ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠΊ. Β«ΠΡΠΎ...Β» ΠΠ΅ ΡΡΠΏΠ΅Π»Π° ΠΎΠ½Π° Π΄ΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΈΡΡ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π΅Ρ ΡΠΎΠ»ΠΊΠ½ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π½Π° ΡΡΠΎΠ». ΠΡΡΠ° ΠΊΠ°Π½ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΡΠΊΠΈΡ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ½Π°Π΄Π»Π΅ΠΆΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠ΅ΠΉ ΡΠΏΠ°Π»Π° Π½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ», ΠΈ Π² ΡΡΠΎΡ ΠΌΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π»Π°, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΊ Π΅Ρ ΡΠ΅Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΠΆΠ°Π»ΡΡ Ρ ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΠΉ ΠΎΡΡΡΡΠΉ ΠΊ*Π°ΠΉ Π½*ΠΆΠ°. Β«Π’ΠΈΡ ΠΎ!Β» - ΡΠ²ΠΈΡΠ΅ΠΏΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅ΠΏΡΠ°Π» Π½Π°ΠΏΠ°Π΄Π°Π²ΡΠΈΠΉ. ΠΠ΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ° Π΅Π΄Π²Π° ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»Π° ΡΠ°Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ΄Π΅ΡΡ Π»ΠΈΡΠΎ ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Ρ, Ρ ΠΎΡΡ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π³Π»Π°Π·Π° Π²ΡΠ΄Π΅Π»ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΡ. ΠΠ½ΠΈ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ Π² ΡΡΡΠΊΠ»ΠΎΠΌ ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ΅, Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π²Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ΄ Π±ΡΠ» ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ½ Π±Π΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ. Π Π²ΠΎΠ·Π΄ΡΡ Π΅ Π²ΠΎΠΊΡΡΠ³ Π½ΠΈΡ Π²ΠΈΡΠ°Π» Π·Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎΠΌΡΠΉ Π·Π°ΠΏΠ°Ρ ΠΆΠ΅Π»Π΅Π·Π°, ΠΈ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΡΠ»Π°, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎΡ ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊ ΡΠ°Π½Π΅Π½. ΠΠ»Π°Π³ΠΎΠ΄Π°ΡΡ ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠ»Π΅ΡΠ½Π΅ΠΌΡ ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΈ ΠΎΠΏΡΡΡ Π²ΡΠ°ΡΠ°, ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΡΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»Π° ΡΠΎΡ ΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΈΠ΅. ΠΠ°ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΌΠ΅Π΄Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ³Π½ΡΠ»Π° ΠΎΠ΄Π½Ρ Π½ΠΎΠ³Ρ, ΠΏΠ»Π°Π½ΠΈΡΡΡ Π°ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡ ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Ρ ΠΊΠΎΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΎΠΌ. ΠΠΎ ΡΠΎΡ Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π» Π΅Ρ Π½Π°ΡΠΊΠ²ΠΎΠ·Ρ. ΠΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π» Π΅Ρ Π΄Π²ΠΈΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅, ΡΠΎ Ρ ΡΠΈΠ»ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠΆΠ°Π» Π΅Ρ Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΈ Π²ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ΅ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΈΠΆΠ°Π» ΠΊ ΡΡΠΎΠ»Ρ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΠΌΠΎΡΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ Π±ΡΠ΄ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈ. ΠΠ΄ΡΡΠ³ Π² ΠΊΠΎΡΠΈΠ΄ΠΎΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π»ΡΡ ΡΡΠΌ ΡΠ°Π³ΠΎΠ². ΠΠ½ΠΈ Π½Π°ΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π»ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΏΡΡΠΌΠΎ Π² ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ½Π°ΡΡ ΠΎΡΠ΄ΡΡ Π° ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡΠΎΠ½Π°Π»Π°. Β«ΠΡΡΡΡΠ΅Π΅, Ρ Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π»Π°, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎΠ½ ΡΡΠ» ΡΡΠ΄Π°!Β» ΠΠΎΡΡΠ°ΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΊΡΠΈΠΊΠ° ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΠΈ, ΠΈ ΡΡΠΈ Π»ΡΠ΄ΠΈ Π²ΠΎΡΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π±Ρ Π² ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ½Π°ΡΡ. ΠΡΡΠ°ΡΠ²ΡΠΈΡΡ, ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΎΠΏΡΡΡΠΈΠ» Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²Ρ ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎ**Π»ΠΎΠ²Π°Π» ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ. ΠΠ½Π° ΡΡΠ°Π»Π° Π±ΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΡΡ ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΡΠ΄ΠΈΠ²Π»Π΅Π½Π° ΡΠ΅ΠΌ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»Π° Π»Π΅Π³ΠΊΠΎ ΠΎΡΡΠΎΠ»ΠΊΠ½ΡΡΡ Π΅Π³ΠΎ. Π’Π΅ΠΌ Π±ΠΎΠ»Π΅Π΅, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Π° Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅ Π½Π΅ ΡΠ³ΡΠΎΠΆΠ°Π» Π΅ΠΉ Π½*ΠΆΠΎΠΌ. ΠΡΡΠ»ΠΈ Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠΈ Π·Π°ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ. Π ΡΡΠΎΡ ΠΌΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ ΡΠΎΡ, ΠΊΡΠΎ Π½Π°Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ»ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎ ΡΡ ΡΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ½Ρ Π΄Π²Π΅ΡΠΈ, ΡΡ Π²Π°ΡΠΈΠ»ΡΡ Π·Π° ΡΡΡΠΊΡ. ΠΡΠΈΠ½ΡΠ² ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅, ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΠ½ΡΠ»Π° ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Ρ ΠΊ ΡΠ΅Π±Π΅ ΠΈ ΠΎΠ±Π²ΠΈΠ»Π° ΡΡΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠΈ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠ΅Ρ. ΠΠ° ΡΡΠΎΡ ΡΠ°Π· ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΏΠΎ**Π»ΠΎΠ²Π°Π»Π° Π΅Π³ΠΎ. Β«Π― ΠΌΠΎΠ³Ρ Π²Π°ΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΡΒ», - ΠΏΡΠΎΠ±ΠΎΡΠΌΠΎΡΠ°Π»Π° ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ Π½ΠΎΡ, Π½Π°Π΄Π΅ΡΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ Π΅Ρ ΡΡΡΠ°Ρ Π½Π΅ Π±ΡΠ» Π·Π°ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π½. ΠΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Π° ΡΡΠΌΠ½ΠΎ ΡΠ³Π»ΠΎΡΠ½ΡΠ». ΠΠΌΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π±ΠΎΠ²Π°Π»Π°ΡΡ ΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠ½Π΄Π°, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ½ΡΡΡ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅, Π·Π°ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π»Π° Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π³ΠΎΡΡΡΠ΅Π΅ Π΄ΡΡ Π°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Ρ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΡ Π°: Β«Π― Π²ΠΎΠ·ΡΠΌΡ Π½Π° ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎΡΡΡ Π·Π° ΡΡΠΎΒ». ΠΠ³ΠΎ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡ Π±ΡΠ» Π½ΠΈΠ·ΠΊΠΈΠΌ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΠ³Π°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠΌ. ΠΠΎ ΠΎΠ½, ΠΏΠΎΡ ΠΎΠΆΠ΅, Π½Π΅ΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΡΠ». ΠΠ½Π° Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π»Π°, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ Π²ΡΡ ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠ²ΠΎΡΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠΌ. ΠΠ½ Π½Π΅ Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ΅Π½ Π±ΡΠ» Π½ΠΈ Π·Π° ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎΡΡΡ. Π ΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΡΡΡΡΡ ΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠ½Π΄Ρ Π΄Π²Π΅ΡΡ ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π° ΡΠ°ΡΠΏΠ°Ρ Π½ΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΠΈ ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Π° ΡΡΡ ΠΆΠ΅ ΡΠ»ΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΡ Π² ΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄Π½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΠΎ**Π»ΡΠ΅. ΠΠ΅ΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΡ Π½Π° ΠΈΡ Π·Π°ΡΡΡΠ΄Π½ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅, ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΎΠ±Π½Π°ΡΡΠΆΠΈΠ», ΡΡΠΎ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎ ΡΡΠ΅Π°Π³ΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π»ΠΎ Π½Π° Π·Π²ΡΠΊ. ΠΠ½ ΠΌΠΎΠ³ Π±Ρ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΡΡΡΡΡ Π² Π½ΡΠΌ, Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π±Ρ Π»ΡΠ΄ΠΈ Π·Π° Π΄Π²Π΅ΡΡΡ Π½Π΅ Π·Π°Π³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈ. Β«Π§*ΡΡ Π²*Π·ΡΠΌΠΈ! ΠΠ° ΡΡΠΎ ΠΆΠ΅ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠΎ Ρ**ΡΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡ ΠΏΠ°ΡΠΎΡΠΊΠ°. Π§ΡΠ²Π°ΠΊ, ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΠΈ Π²ΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π΄Ρ Π·Π°Π½ΠΈΠΌΠ°ΡΡΡΡ ΡΡΠΈΠΌ Π² Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΠ΅. ΠΠΌΠ΅ΠΉΡΠ΅ Ρ ΠΎΡΡ Π½Π΅ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΠΈΡ!Β» Π‘Π²Π΅Ρ ΠΈΠ· ΠΊΠΎΡΠΈΠ΄ΠΎΡΠ° ΠΏΡΠΎΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠ°Π» Π² ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ½Π°ΡΡ, ΠΎΠ±Π½Π°ΠΆΠ°Ρ ΠΏΠ°ΡΡ. ΠΠ΄Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎ ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Ρ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΎΠ±Ρ Π²Π°ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΎ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»ΠΎΠΉ, ΡΠΊΡΡΠ²Π°Ρ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π»ΠΈΡΠΎ ΠΎΡ Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠΏΡΡΠ½ΡΡ Π³Π»Π°Π· Π½Π΅Π·Π²Π°Π½ΡΡ Π³ΠΎΡΡΠ΅ΠΉ. Β«Π§ΡΠΎ ΠΆ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎ Π½Π΅ ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠΉ. ΠΡΠΎΡ ΡΠ±Π»ΡΠ΄ΠΎΠΊ ΡΡΠΆΠ΅Π»ΠΎ ΡΠ°Π½Π΅Π½. ΠΠ΅Π²Π°ΠΆΠ½ΠΎ, Π½Π°ΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ±Π»Π°Π·Π½ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½Π° ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΡΠΈΠ½Π°, Ρ ΡΠΎΠΌΠ½Π΅Π²Π°ΡΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ Ρ Π½Π΅Π³ΠΎ Ρ Π²Π°ΡΠΈΡ ΡΠΈΠ» ΡΠ΄Π΅Π»Π°ΡΡ Ρ Π½Π΅ΠΉ ΡΡΠΎ-Π½ΠΈΠ±ΡΠ΄ΡΒ». Β«ΠΠΎ, ΡΡΠ²Π°ΠΊ, ΡΡΠ° ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΡΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΈΠ·Π΄Π°ΡΡ Π΄ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΠ½ΡΠ΅ Π·Π²ΡΠΊΠΈ, Π°?Β» Β«ΠΠ°ΡΠΊΠ½ΠΈΡΡ ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ΅Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈΠ²Π°ΠΉΡΡ! ΠΠ°ΠΌ Π½ΡΠΆΠ½ΠΎ Π½Π°ΠΉΡΠΈ ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎ ΡΠΊΠΎΡΠ΅Π΅, ΠΈΠ½Π°ΡΠ΅ ΠΌΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²Ρ!Β» ΠΠΎΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π»ΡΡ ΡΠΎΡΠΎΡ ΠΈ ΡΠΎΠΏΠΎΡ Π½ΠΎΠ³, ΠΈ ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Ρ Π±ΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡ, Π° Π΄Π²Π΅ΡΡ Π²Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π² ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ ΠΈΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅. ΠΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Π° Π·Π½Π°Π», ΡΡΠΎ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠ΅ΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ ΡΡΠ»ΠΈ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΡΠΎΠ·Π½Π°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΈ, ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π΅ΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π»ΠΎ Π½Π° Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎΠΎΠ±Π»Π°Π΄Π°Π½ΠΈΠ΅. ΠΠ½ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠΎ ΡΠΎΡΠ²Π°Π»ΡΡ, ΠΈ Π½Π΅ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ΄Π°Π½Π½Π°Ρ Π²ΠΎΠ»Π½Π° ΠΏ**ΠΎΡΠΈ Π·Π°Ρ Π»Π΅ΡΡΠ½ΡΠ»Π° Π΅Π³ΠΎ. ΠΡΠΎΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠΊ ΠΆΠ΅**Π½ΠΈΡ Π½Π΅ ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΡΡΠ» ΡΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΈ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ. ΠΠΎΠ·ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎ, Π΄Π΅Π»ΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π² ΠΈΡ Π±Π»ΠΈΠ·ΠΎΡΡΠΈ, ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π² ΡΠΎΠΌ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΈΠ½ΡΠΈΠΌΠ½ΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΠΊΠ°ΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π΄ΡΡΠ³ Π΄ΡΡΠ³Π°, Π° ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ Π±ΡΡΡ, Π²ΠΎ Π²Π½Π΅Π·Π°ΠΏΠ½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈΠ²Π΅ Π°Π΄ΡΠ΅Π½Π°Π»ΠΈΠ½Π°, Π½ΠΎ Π½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΡ Π½ΠΎΡΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π±ΡΠ½ΡΠ°ΡΡΠΊΠ°Ρ ΠΆΠΈΠ»ΠΊΠ°, ΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΠΉ ΠΎΠ½Π° Π΄Π°ΠΆΠ΅ Π½Π΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠ·ΡΠ΅Π²Π°Π»Π°. ΠΠΎ ΡΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½ΡΠ° Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ° ΠΆΠΈΠ»Π° ΡΠ΅ΡΠΎΠΉ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π·Π½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΡΡ, Π²ΡΠ΅Π³Π΄Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΠΈΠ½ΡΡΡΡ ΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»Π°ΠΌ ΠΈ ΠΏΠ»Π°Π½Π°ΠΌ, ΡΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠ²Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ Π΄Π»Ρ Π½Π΅Ρ Π΄ΡΡΠ³ΠΈΠΌΠΈ. ΠΠ° ΡΡΠΎΡ ΡΠ°Π· - Ρ ΠΎΡΡ Π±Ρ ΡΠ°Π· - ΠΎΠ½Π° ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΈΡΠ°Π»Π°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ±Π°Π»ΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡ ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ. ΠΠ΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ° ΠΎΡΠ±ΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ»Π° ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈ Π·Π°ΠΏΡΠ΅ΡΡ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»Π° ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Π΅ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠ΄Ρ Π΄Π΅ΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΈΠΉ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΎΠ½ Π΄Π΅Π»Π°Π» Π²ΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ Π·Π°Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Ρ. ΠΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π·Π°ΠΊΠΎΠ½ΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈ, ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Π° Π½Π΅ΠΆΠ½ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π°Π» Π΅Ρ Π² ΡΡΠΊΡ. Β«Π― ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΄Ρ Π·Π° ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠΉΒ», - ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅ΠΏΡΠ°Π» ΠΎΠ½, Π² Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡΠ΅ Π²ΡΡ Π΅ΡΡ ΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΎΡΠ³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡΠΊΠΈ Π½Π°ΡΠ»Π°ΠΆΠ΄Π΅Π½ΠΈΡ. Π Π·Π°ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΎΠ½ ΡΡΡΠ», ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΠΆΠ΅ Π²Π½Π΅Π·Π°ΠΏΠ½ΠΎ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΠ». ΠΡΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎ Π½Π΅ΠΌΠ°Π»ΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈ, ΠΏΡΠ΅ΠΆΠ΄Π΅ ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΡΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΡΡΡΡ Π½Π° Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΈ. Π’ΠΈΡΠΈΠ½Ρ Π² ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ½Π°ΡΠ΅ Π½Π°ΡΡΡΠΈΠ» Π·Π²ΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠΊ Π΅Ρ ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅ΡΠΎΠ½Π°. ΠΠ½Π° ΠΎΠ³Π»ΡΠ΄Π΅Π»Π°ΡΡ ΠΈ ΠΎΠ±Π½Π°ΡΡΠΆΠΈΠ»Π°, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ Π»Π΅ΠΆΠΈΡ Π½Π° ΠΊΡΠ°Ρ ΡΡΠΎΠ»Π°. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΡΡ Π²Π°ΡΠΈΠ»Π° ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅ΡΠΎΠ½, ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ° ΠΎΠ½ Π½Π΅ ΡΠΏΠ°Π», ΠΈ Π½Π°ΠΆΠ°Π»Π° Π½Π° ΠΊΠ½ΠΎΠΏΠΊΡ ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ°. Β«ΠΠΎΠΊΡΠΎΡ! - ΡΠ°Π·Π΄Π°Π»ΡΡ Π²Π·Π²ΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΠ²Π°Π½Π½ΡΠΉ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡ. -Π ΡΠ΅Π½ΡΡ Π½Π΅ΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΠΈ ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ²Π΅Π·Π»ΠΈ ΠΏΠ°ΡΠΈΠ΅Π½ΡΠ°. ΠΠ½ ΠΏΠΎΠΏΠ°Π» Π² Π°Π²Π°ΡΠΈΡ ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΈΠ» ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡΠ·Π½ΡΠ΅ ΡΡΠ°Π²ΠΌΡ. ΠΠ°ΠΌ Π½ΡΠΆΠ½ΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ Π²Ρ Π½Π΅ΠΌΠ΅Π΄Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΈ Π΅ΠΌΡ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΡ!Β» ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΡΡΠΈΠ»Π° Π³ΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡ Π·Π²ΡΡΠ°Π» ΡΠΎΠ²Π½ΠΎ: Β«Π₯ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎ, Ρ Π±ΡΠ΄Ρ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π· ΠΌΠΈΠ½ΡΡΡΒ». ΠΠ½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ»Π° ΡΡΡΠ±ΠΊΡ ΠΈ Π½Π°ΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ ΠΊ Π΄Π²Π΅ΡΠΈ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π½Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠ³Π΅. ΠΠ½Π° ΠΎΠ³Π»ΡΠ΄Π΅Π»Π° ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ. ΠΠ½Π° ΠΈ Π²ΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π΄Ρ Π·Π°Π½ΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ Ρ*ΠΊΡΠΎΠΌ Ρ Π½Π΅Π·Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎΠΌΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π² ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ Π±ΡΠ°ΡΠ½ΡΡ Π½ΠΎΡΡ. ΠΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ» ΡΠ°ΠΌΡΠΉ Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΌΡΡΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΡΠΏΠΎΠΊ Π² Π΅Ρ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ! ΠΠΎ ΡΠ΅ΠΉΡΠ°Ρ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π½Π΅ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ ΠΏΡΠ°Π·Π΄Π½ΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΡΠΏΠΎΠΊ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠ°Π·ΠΌΡΡΠ»ΡΡΡ ΠΎ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΡΡΠ²ΠΈΡΡ . ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΠΏΡΠΈΠ²Π΅Π»Π° ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ Π² ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ΄ΠΎΠΊ ΠΈ ΠΎΡΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π² ΡΠ΅Π½ΡΡ ΡΠΊΡΡΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΠΈ. ΠΠ΅ΡΡ ΠΎΡΡΠ°ΡΠΎΠΊ Π½ΠΎΡΠΈ ΠΎΠ½Π° Π±ΡΠ»Π° Π·Π°Π½ΡΡΠ° ΡΠ°Π±ΠΎΡΠΎΠΉ. ΠΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΎΠ½Π° Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎΠ½Π΅Ρ ΠΎΡΠ²ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ, ΡΠΆΠ΅ Π±Π»ΠΈΠ·ΠΈΠ»ΡΡ ΡΠ°ΡΡΠ²Π΅Ρ. ΠΠ΅ΡΠ½ΡΠ²ΡΠΈΡΡ Π² ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ½Π°ΡΡ ΠΎΡΠ΄ΡΡ Π° ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡΠΎΠ½Π°Π»Π°, ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΎΠ±Π½Π°ΡΡΠΆΠΈΠ»Π°, ΡΡΠΎ Π² ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ½Π°ΡΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π²ΡΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΠΆΠ΅ Π³ΡΡΠ·Π½ΠΎ. Π ΡΠΊΠΈ Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠΈ ΡΠΆΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π² ΠΊΡΠ»Π°ΠΊΠΈ, Π° Π² Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ½Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΡ Π²ΠΎΡΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΈΠ½Π°Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΎ Π±ΡΡΠ½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎΠΉ Π½ΠΎΡΡΡ. Β«Π‘ΠΏΠ°ΡΠΈΠ±ΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ»Π° ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ, Π΄ΠΎΠΊΡΠΎΡ ΠΠ΅ΡΡΠΎΠ²Π°Β», - ΠΊΠΎΠ»Π»Π΅Π³Π° ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ, Π―Π½Π° ΠΠ³Π°ΡΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π°, Π²ΠΎΡΠ»Π° Ρ Π±Π»Π°Π³ΠΎΠ΄Π°ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠ»ΡΠ±ΠΊΠΎΠΉ. Π’Π° Π²ΡΠ΄Π°Π²ΠΈΠ»Π° ΠΈΠ· ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ ΡΠ»ΡΠ±ΠΊΡ: Β«ΠΠΎΠΆΠ°Π»ΡΠΉΡΡΠ°Β». Β«ΠΠ°Π»ΡΡΠ΅ Ρ ΡΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π»ΡΡΡ ΡΠ°ΠΌΠ°. Π’Π΅Π±Π΅ ΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΡΠ΅Ρ Π²Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΡΡΡΡ ΠΈ Π½Π΅ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΎΡΠ΄ΠΎΡ Π½ΡΡΡ, - Π―Π½Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π»Π° Π½Π° Π±ΡΠΌΠ°Π³ΠΈ, ΡΠ°Π·Π±ΡΠΎΡΠ°Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Ρ, ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΈΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΠ»Π° Π±ΡΠΎΠ²ΠΈ. - Π§ΡΠΎ Π·Π΄Π΅ΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΎΠΈΠ·ΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎ? ΠΠΎΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ Π²ΡΡ Π²Π°Π»ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡ Π½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ»Ρ?Β» ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π° Π² ΠΏΠ°Π½ΠΈΠΊΠ΅ ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅Π»Π° Π³Π»Π°Π·Π° ΠΈ ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ»Π°: Β«ΠΠΉ, Ρ ΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°ΠΉΠ½ΠΎ ΡΡΠΎΠ½ΠΈΠ»Π° ΠΈΡ . ΠΠΎΠΆΠ°Π»ΡΠΉΡΡΠ°, ΠΏΡΠΈΠ±Π΅ΡΠΈΡΡ Π·Π΄Π΅ΡΡ. Π― ΡΡΡΠ°Π»Π°, ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΎΠΌΡ ΠΏΠΎΠΉΠ΄ΡΒ». Π―Π½Π΅ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΡΡ ΡΡΡΠ°Π½Π½ΡΠΌ ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅Ρ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΠ½Π° Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΄Π°Π»Π° ΡΡΠΎΠΌΡ Π·Π½Π°ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ. ΠΠ½ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ, ΠΈ ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΡΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΏΡΠΈΠ½ΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΡΠ°Π·Π±ΡΠΎΡΠ°Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ Π²Π΅ΡΠΈ. ΠΠ½Π° Π΅Π΄Π²Π° ΡΡΠΏΠ΅Π»Π° Π½Π°ΡΠ°ΡΡ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π² Π΄Π²Π΅ΡΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ²ΠΈΠ»ΡΡ ΡΠ°ΠΌ Π΄ΠΈΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠΎΡ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡ, Π° Π·Π° Π½ΠΈΠΌ - ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊ ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡ. ΠΠ»Π°Π²Π° 2 Π§ΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ Π²ΠΈΠ½Ρ Β«ΠΡΠΎ Π²ΡΠ°Ρ, Π΄Π΅ΠΆΡΡΠΈΠ²ΡΠ°Ρ Π²ΡΠ΅ΡΠ° Π²Π΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠΎΠΌ, - ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» Π΄ΠΈΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠΎΡ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡ. - ΠΠΎΠΊΡΠΎΡ Π―Π½Π° ΠΠ³Π°ΡΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π°Β». ΠΡΡΠΈΡΡΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡ, ΠΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΡΠ»ΠΎΠ², Π²ΠΎΡΡΠ» Π² ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ½Π°ΡΡ ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π» Π½Π° ΡΠ°Π±Π»ΠΈΡΠΊΡ Ρ ΠΈΠΌΠ΅Π½Π΅ΠΌ Π½Π° Π»Π°Π±ΠΎΡΠ°ΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠΌ Ρ Π°Π»Π°ΡΠ΅ Π―Π½Ρ. Β«ΠΠΎΠΉΠ΄ΡΠΌΡΠ΅ ΡΠΎ ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠΉΒ». Π―Π½Π° Π±ΡΠ»Π° Π² Π·Π°ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΡΠ²Π΅. Β«ΠΡΠ΄Π° ΠΌΡ ΠΈΠ΄ΡΠΌ?Β» ΠΠΎ Π΄ΠΈΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠΎΡ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡ Π½Π΅ Π·Π°Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π» ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ°ΡΡ Π½Π° Π΅Ρ Π²ΠΎΠΏΡΠΎΡ. ΠΠ½ Ρ ΡΠΈΠ»ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ½ΡΠ» Π΅Ρ Π·Π° ΡΡΠΊΡ ΠΈ ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»: Β«ΠΡΠΎΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠΉΠ΄ΡΠΌΡΠ΅. ΠΠ΅ Π·Π°ΡΡΠ°Π²Π»ΡΠΉΡΠ΅ Π³ΠΎΡΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²Π° ΠΆΠ΄Π°ΡΡΒ». ΠΡΠΊΠΎΡΠ΅ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»Π°ΡΡ Π² ΠΊΠ°Π±ΠΈΠ½Π΅ΡΠ΅ Π΄ΠΈΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠΎΡΠ° Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡ. ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠΉ ΡΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π» Π½Π° Π΄ΠΈΠ²Π°Π½Π΅, Π΅Π³ΠΎ Ρ ΡΠ΄ΠΎΡΠ°Π²ΠΎΠ΅ ΠΈ ΠΌΡΡΠΊΡΠ»ΠΈΡΡΠΎΠ΅ ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎ ΠΎΡΠΊΠΈΠ½ΡΠ»ΠΎΡΡ Π½Π°Π·Π°Π΄ Π² Π½Π΅ΠΏΡΠΈΠ½ΡΠΆΠ΄ΡΠ½Π½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π΅, Π° Π΄Π»ΠΈΠ½Π½ΡΠ΅ Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠΊΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ Π½ΠΈΠΌ. ΠΡΠΆΠ½ΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΈΠΌΠ΅ΡΡ ΠΎΡΡΡΡΠΉ Π³Π»Π°Π· ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ²Π½ΠΈΠΌΠ°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½Π΅Π΅, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΡΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π³ΡΠ±Ρ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π±Π»Π΅Π΄Π½Π΅Π΅ ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ. Π ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ, ΡΠ΅Π·ΠΊΠΈΠΉ Π·Π°ΠΏΠ°Ρ Π΄Π΅Π·ΠΈΠ½ΡΠΈΡΠΈΡΡΡΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΡΠ΅Π΄ΡΡΠ²Π°, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΌ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Π½Ρ ΡΡΠ΅Π½Ρ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡ, ΡΠΊΡΡΠ²Π°Π» Π·Π°ΠΏΠ°Ρ ΠΊ**Π²ΠΈ Π½Π° Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΠΆΠ΅. ΠΠ½ Π±ΡΠ» ΠΎΠ΄Π΅Ρ Π² ΡΠΈΡΡΡΠΉ ΡΡΡΠ½ΡΠΉ ΠΊΠΎΡΡΡΠΌ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΉ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΆΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΠ³ ΡΠΊΡΡΡΡ ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠ½ΡΠ΅ ΠΏΡΡΠ½Π°, Π² ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ²Π½ΠΎΠΌ ΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π΅ Π²ΡΡΡΠ΅Π²ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ²ΡΠΈΠ΅ Π±Ρ Π²ΡΠ΅Ρ ΠΎΠΊΡΡΠΆΠ°ΡΡΠΈΡ . Π Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π²ΡΡΠ°ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠΈ Π»ΠΈΡΠ° ΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π»Π°ΡΡ ΠΆΡΡΡΠΊΠΎΡΡΡ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ°Ρ ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΠΈ Π³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΈΠ»Π°, Π±ΡΠ΄ΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΠΎΠ±ΡΠ²Π°Π» Π² ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎΠΌ Π°Π΄Ρ, ΠΈ ΡΡΠΎ Ρ Π½ΠΈΠΌ Π½Π΅ ΡΡΠΎΠΈΡ ΡΡΡΠΈΡΡ. ΠΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΡΡΠ» ΠΊ Π΄ΠΈΠ²Π°Π½Ρ ΠΈ Π½Π°ΠΊΠ»ΠΎΠ½ΠΈΠ»ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ±Π»ΠΈΠΆΠ΅, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅ΠΏΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡ Π½Π° ΡΡ ΠΎ: Β«ΠΠΈΠ΄Π΅ΠΎΠ·Π°ΠΏΠΈΡΠΈ Ρ ΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠ΅Ρ Π½Π°Π±Π»ΡΠ΄Π΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎΠΉ Π½ΠΎΡΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π½Π°ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π΄Π΅Π»Π°Π½Ρ, ΡΠΊΠΎΡΠ΅Π΅ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠ΄Π΅Π»Π°Π»ΠΈ Π²Π°ΡΠΈ Π½Π°ΠΏΠ°Π΄Π°Π²ΡΠΈΠ΅. ΠΠ½ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΠΈΡΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠ»Π΅Π΄Ρ ΠΈ ΡΠ±ΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ Π²ΡΠ΅ Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΡΠ΅ ΡΠ»ΠΈΠΊΠΈ. ΠΡΠΎ Π΄ΠΎΠΊΡΠΎΡ Π―Π½Π° ΠΠ³Π°ΡΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π°, Π΄Π΅ΠΆΡΡΠΈΠ²ΡΠ°Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎΠΉ Π½ΠΎΡΡΡ. ΠΠΈΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠΎΡ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ°ΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ΄ΠΈΠ» ΡΡΠΎ. Π― ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΆΠ΅ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΡΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ» Π·Π°ΠΏΠΈΡΠΈ. ΠΡΠΎ Π΄Π΅ΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΎΠ½Π°Β». Π’ΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΠ» Π³Π»Π°Π·Π°. Π£ Π―Π½Ρ ΡΠ΅Π·ΠΊΠΎ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Ρ Π²Π°ΡΠΈΠ»ΠΎ Π΄ΡΡ Π°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΈ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΡΠ»Π°, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ Π½Π΅ΠΉ ΡΠ°ΠΌ Π±ΠΎΡΡ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΏΠΎΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠΈ Β«ΠΠ°ΡΠ°ΠΌΠ°ΡΠ½ΡΒ». Β«ΠΡ ΡΠΎΡ ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΠ³ ΠΌΠ½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎΠΉ Π½ΠΎΡΡΡ?Β» - ΡΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ» ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠΉ, ΠΎΠ³Π»ΡΠ΄ΡΠ²Π°Ρ Π΅Ρ Ρ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²Ρ Π΄ΠΎ Π½ΠΎΠ³. Π―Π½Π° ΡΡΡ ΠΆΠ΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ³Π½ΡΠ»Π° Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²Ρ, Π½Π΅ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΡΡ Π²ΡΡΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΡΡΡΡ Ρ Π³ΡΠΎΠ·Π½ΡΠΌ Π²Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ΄ΠΎΠΌ ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Ρ. Β«ΠΠ°... Π-ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΡΒ», - ΠΎΠ½Π° Π½Π΅ ΡΠΎΠ²ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠ°Π»Π°, ΠΎ ΡΡΠΌ ΠΈΠ΄ΡΡ ΡΠ΅ΡΡ, Π½ΠΎ Π·Π½Π°Π»Π°, ΡΡΠΎ Π² Π΅Ρ ΠΈΠ½ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠ°Ρ Π²ΠΎΠΉΡΠΈ Π² Π΄ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ΅ ΠΊ ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡ ΠΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²Ρ. ΠΡΠ³ΠΎΠ΄Π° Π½Π΅ Π·Π°ΡΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΡ ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ ΠΆΠ΄Π°ΡΡ. Π’Π°ΠΊ ΡΠ»ΡΡΠΈΠ»ΠΎΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ Π² Π¦Π΅Π½ΡΡΠ°Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΌ Π²ΠΎΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠΌ Π³ΠΎΡΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Π»Π΅ ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΎΡΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΊΠ°Π½Π΄ΠΈΠ΄Π°ΡΠΎΠ² Π΄Π»Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΡ ΠΎΠΆΠ΄Π΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΏΡΠ°ΠΊΡΠΈΠΊΠΈ. Π Ρ ΠΎΡΡ ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠ·Π½Π°ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΎ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ΅, Π²ΡΠ΅ Π² ΡΡΠΎΠΉ ΠΎΡΡΠ°ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π·Π½Π°Π»ΠΈ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΈΠ½ΡΠ΅ΡΠ½Ρ Π² ΠΊΠΎΠ½Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΈΡΠΎΠ³Π΅ Π±ΡΠ΄ΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ½ΡΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΠ°Π±ΠΎΡΡ ΠΈ Π΄ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ²ΡΡ Π΄ΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΠ½ΡΠ° ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅ΠΉ ΠΊΠ°ΡΡΠ΅ΡΡ Π² ΡΡΠΎΠΌ ΡΡΡΠ΅ΠΆΠ΄Π΅Π½ΠΈΠΈ. ΠΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠΆ Π½Π° ΡΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎ, Π¦Π΅Π½ΡΡΠ°Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠΉ Π²ΠΎΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠΉ Π³ΠΎΡΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Π»Ρ ΠΈΠΌΠ΅Π» Π΄ΠΎΡΡΡΠΏ ΠΊ ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡΡΠ°ΠΌ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π½Π°ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π»ΡΡΡΠ΅, ΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π² ΡΡΠΎΠΉ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΠ΅. Π―Π½Π° ΠΏΠ»Π°Π½ΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π»Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΡΠΆΠΈΡΡΡΡ Ρ ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ Π² Π½Π°Π΄Π΅ΠΆΠ΄Π΅ ΠΈΡΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΠ·ΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠ²ΡΠ·ΠΈ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠΏΠ°ΡΡΡ Π² Π»ΡΡΡΡΡ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡ. Β«Π― ΠΌΠΎΠ³Ρ ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠΏΠ΅Π½ΡΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡ ΡΠ΅Π±Π΅ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌ, ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΡΡ Π·Π°Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΡ, Π΄Π°ΠΆΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠΌΒ», - Π²Π½Π΅Π·Π°ΠΏΠ½ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠ΅ΡΠ²Π°Π» Π΅Ρ ΠΌΡΡΠ»ΠΈ Ρ ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΠΉ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡ ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡ. ΠΠ³ΠΎ Π»ΠΈΡΠΎ ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ ΠΎΡΡΡΡΠ°Π½ΡΠ½Π½ΡΠΌ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΌΡΡΠ»Ρ ΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΠ½Π΅ΠΉ Π½ΠΎΡΠΈ ΡΠΌΡΠ³ΡΠΈΠ»Π° ΠΆΡΡΡΠΊΡΡ Π»ΠΈΠ½ΠΈΡ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΡΠ°. Β«Π§ΡΠΎ ΠΆ... Π―...Β» - ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π½Π°ΡΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ Π½Π΅ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ΄Π°Π½Π½ΠΎ, ΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π―Π½Π° ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»Π° ΡΠ΅Π±Π΅ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄ΡΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½Π° Ρ ΡΡΡΠ΄ΠΎΠΌ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΡ ΡΠ»ΠΎΠ²Π°. Β«ΠΡΠΈΡ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈ ΠΊΠΎ ΠΌΠ½Π΅, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΈΠΌΠ΅ΡΡ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅Β», - Π²ΡΡΠ°Π» ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠΉ ΠΈ ΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ» ΠΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡΠ° Π΄Π°ΡΡ Π΅ΠΉ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΉ ΠΊΠΎΠ½ΡΠ°ΠΊΡΠ½ΡΠΉ ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅ΡΠΎΠ½. ΠΠΈΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠΎΡ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΠΏΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ» ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄Π»ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ» ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΡ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΊ Π²ΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄Ρ. Β«Π ΡΡΠΎΠΌ Π½Π΅Ρ Π½Π΅ΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠΌΠΎΡΡΠΈΒ», - ΠΎΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΡΡ ΡΠΎΡ, ΠΈ Π²ΡΡ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠ²Π΅Π΄Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π° ΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΎ Ρ ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΠΌ. ΠΠ°ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΎΠ½ ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ»ΡΡ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π±ΡΠ΄ΡΠΎ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΠ΅-ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ»ΠΎ. ΠΠ½ ΠΎΠ±Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΠ»ΡΡ ΠΊ Π΄ΠΈΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠΎΡΡ ΠΈ ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»: Β«ΠΠΎΠΆΠ°Π»ΡΠΉΡΡΠ°, ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π°Π±ΠΎΡΡΡΠ΅ΡΡ ΠΎ Π½Π΅ΠΉΒ». Β«ΠΠΎΠ½Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎΒ», - Π·Π°Π²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ» Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π΄ΠΈΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠΎΡ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡ Ρ Π²Π΅ΠΆΠ»ΠΈΠ²ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠ»ΡΠ±ΠΊΠΎΠΉ. Π£Π±Π΅Π΄ΠΈΠ²ΡΠΈΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π½Π°Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΡΡΡΡ Π²Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄Π΅Π»ΠΎΠ² ΡΠ»ΡΡΠΈΠΌΠΎΡΡΠΈ, ΠΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΡΡΠ» ΠΊ ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡ. Β«ΠΠ°ΡΠ°Π»ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊ, - ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ»ΡΡ ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠΈΡ ΠΈΠΌ, Π½ΠΎ Π½Π°ΡΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠΌ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡΠΎΠΌ, - Π²Ρ Π²Π΅Π΄Ρ ΡΠΆΠ΅ ΠΆΠ΅Π½Π°ΡΡ. Π― Π½Π΅ Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°Ρ, ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠ²Π»ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΅ΠΌΠ»Π΅ΠΌΡΠΌ Π²Π°ΡΠΈΠ°Π½ΡΠΎΠΌ Π΄Π»Ρ Π³ΠΎΡΠΏΠΎΠΆΠΈ ΠΠ³Π°ΡΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠΉ. ΠΠ°ΠΌ ΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΡΠ΅Ρ ΠΎΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°ΡΡΡΡ ΠΎΡ ΡΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄Π»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡΒ». ΠΡΠ±Ρ ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡ Π΄ΡΡΠ½ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΈ ΡΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΈΠ½Π°Π½ΠΈΠΈ ΠΎ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π±ΡΠ°ΠΊΠ΅, Π° Π»ΠΈΡΠΎ Π΅ΡΡ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΡΠ°ΡΠ½Π΅Π»ΠΎ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π» ΠΎ ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΡΠΈΠ½Π΅, Π½Π° ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΠΉ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π·Π°ΡΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡΡΡΡ. Β«Π’Π΅Π±Π΅ ΡΡΠΎ, ΠΆΠΈΡΡ Π½Π°Π΄ΠΎΠ΅Π»ΠΎ?Β» - ΠΏΡΠΈΠ³ΡΠΎΠ·ΠΈΠ» ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅ΠΌΡ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΡ. Π’ΠΎΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΡΠ», ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» ΡΠΎ, ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ Π½Π΅ ΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΠΎΠ²Π°Π»ΠΎ, ΠΈ ΡΡΡ ΠΆΠ΅ Π·Π°Π΄ΡΠΎΠΆΠ°Π». Π ΡΡΠΎΡ ΠΌΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΎΠ½ Π½Π΅ Π·Π½Π°Π», ΠΊΡΠΎ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ Π·Π»ΠΈΡ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π±ΠΎΡΡΠ° - Π½ΠΎΠ²Π°Ρ Π½Π΅Π²Π΅ΡΡΠ° ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊ, ΡΡΠΎΡΡΠΈΠΉ Π·Π° Π²ΡΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΌ Π½Π°ΠΏΠ°Π΄Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ. Π’Π΅ΠΌ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π΅ΠΌ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° Π²Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π½Π° Π²ΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΡ Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ½Π° Π±ΡΠ»Π° Π΄Π΅Π»ΠΈΡΡ Ρ ΠΌΡΠΆΠ΅ΠΌ. ΠΠΊΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠΌΠΊΠ° ΡΡΠ΅Π΄Π½ΠΈΡ Π»Π΅Ρ, ΠΠΈΠΊΡΠΎΡΠΈΡ Π ΠΎΠΌΠ°Π½ΠΎΠ²Π°, Π²ΡΡΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ»Π° Π΅Ρ Π² ΡΠΎΠΉΠ΅, Π½Π° Π΅Ρ Π»ΠΈΡΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π½Π°ΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Π½ΠΎ Π±Π΅ΡΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΎ. Β«ΠΠΎΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ Π²Π°Ρ Π½Π΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ΡΠ° Π²Π΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠΎΠΌ, Π³ΠΎΡΠΏΠΎΠΆΠ°?Β» Β«Π― Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ½Π° Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡΡ ΠΊΠΎΠ»Π»Π΅Π³ΡΒ», - ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ»Π° ΡΠ°. ΠΡ Π³Π»Π°Π·Π° Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠ½Π΅Π²ΡΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ ΡΠ»Π΅Π·ΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΎΡ ΡΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΎΡΡΠΈ. Π£Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π² ΡΡΠΎ, ΠΠΈΠΊΡΠΎΡΠΈΡ ΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ»Π° Π½Π΅ Π½Π°ΡΡΠ°ΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΠ²ΠΎΡΠΌ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π½Π°Π²Π΅ΡΡ ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ³ΡΡΠ·ΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π² Π²Π°Π½Π½Ρ. ΠΡ ΠΌΡΡΠ»ΠΈ Π½Π΅Π²ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΎ Π²Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΊ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄ΡΠ΄ΡΡΠ΅ΠΉ Π½ΠΎΡΠΈ, ΠΈ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π»Π°, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π΅Ρ ΡΡΠΊΠΈ Π½Π°ΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ Π³ΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΡ. ΠΠ½Π° Π²Π·Π΄ΠΎΡ Π½ΡΠ»Π° ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ³ΡΡΠ·ΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π² Π²ΠΎΠ΄Ρ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π±Ρ ΡΠΏΠ°ΡΠ°ΡΡΡ ΠΎΡ ΡΡΠ΅Π²ΠΎΠΆΠ½ΡΡ Π²ΠΎΡΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΈΠ½Π°Π½ΠΈΠΉ. ΠΡ ΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²Π° ΠΏΠΎ ΡΡΠΎΠΌΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ΄Ρ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°Π½Π½ΡΠΌΠΈ, ΠΈ ΠΎΠ½Π° Π½Π΅ Π·Π½Π°Π»Π°, Ρ ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ Π½Π°ΡΠ°ΡΡ. ΠΠ½Π° Π΄Π°ΠΆΠ΅ Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄ΡΡΠ°Π²Π»ΡΠ»Π°, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ» Π·Π° ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊ. ΠΠΎΠ»Π΅Π΅ ΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ, ΠΎΠ½Π° ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ Π±ΡΠ»Π° Π·Π°ΠΌΡΠΆΠ΅ΠΌ. ΠΡ ΡΡΠΎΠΉ ΠΌΡΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π»Π° Π²ΠΈΠ½Ρ. ΠΠ΅ΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΡ Π½Π° ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΡΠ²Π°, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ²Π΅Π»ΠΈ ΠΈΡ ΠΊ Π½ΡΠ½Π΅ΡΠ½Π΅ΠΌΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ, ΡΠ°ΠΊΡ ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²Π°Π»ΡΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊΡΠΎΠΌ: ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΈ ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠΉ ΡΠ²Π»ΡΡΡΡΡ ΠΌΡΠΆΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΈ ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΎΠΉ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° Π²ΡΡΠ»Π° ΠΈΠ· Π²Π°Π½Π½Ρ, ΠΎΠ΄Π΅Π»Π°ΡΡ ΠΈ ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π° ΠΏΡΠΈΠ³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ ΠΊ Π²ΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄Ρ. ΠΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΡΠΏΡΡΡΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π²Π½ΠΈΠ·, ΠΠΈΠΊΡΠΎΡΠΈΡ ΡΡΡ ΠΆΠ΅ Π·Π°ΡΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π²ΠΎΠΊΡΡΠ³ Π½Π΅Ρ: Β«ΠΡ ΠΎΠΏΡΡΡ ΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅ ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠΊΠΎΡΠΎ? ΠΠΎΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ Π±Ρ Π²Π°ΠΌ ΡΠ½Π°ΡΠ°Π»Π° Π½Π΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π°Π²ΡΡΠ°ΠΊΠ°ΡΡ?Β» Π’Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π»Π° Π½Π° Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ. Β«ΠΠ΅Ρ, Ρ ΠΎΠΏΠΎΠ·Π΄Π°Ρ Π½Π° ΡΠ°Π±ΠΎΡΡΒ». ΠΠΈΠΊΡΠΎΡΠΈΡ Π·Π½Π°Π»Π°, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° Π²ΡΠ°Ρ, ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΎΠΌΡ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠ°Π»Π°, ΡΡΠΎ Π΄Π»Ρ ΡΡΠΎΠΉ ΠΌΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠΉ Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠΈ ΡΠ²Π»ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡ Π½ΠΎΡΠΌΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΠ°Π±ΠΎΡΠ΅ Π½Π΅ΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠ΅ ΠΊΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈ. Π’ΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠ½ΡΠ»Π° Π΅ΠΉ ΡΡΠ°ΠΊΠ°Π½ ΠΌΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΊΠ°: Β«ΠΡΠΏΠ΅ΠΉΡΠ΅ Ρ ΠΎΡΡ Π±Ρ ΡΡΠΎ. ΠΡΡΠΎΡΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎ, ΠΎΠ½ΠΎ Π³ΠΎΡΡΡΠ΅Π΅Β». Β«Π‘ΠΏΠ°ΡΠΈΠ±ΠΎΒ», - ΡΠΈΡ ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΠΈΠ·Π½Π΅ΡΠ»Π° Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ°, ΡΠΎΠ³ΡΠ΅ΡΠ°Ρ Π·Π°Π±ΠΎΡΠΎΠΉ ΡΠΊΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠΌΠΊΠΈ. Β«ΠΠ΅ Π·Π° ΡΡΠΎΒ», - Π»ΡΠ±Π΅Π·Π½ΠΎ ΡΠ»ΡΠ±Π½ΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ ΡΠΊΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠΌΠΊΠ°. ΠΠΎΠ·ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎΡ Π±ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ» Π²ΡΠ½ΡΠΆΠ΄Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΠ½Π° Π΄ΠΎΡΡΠ°ΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎ Ρ ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎ Π·Π½Π°Π»Π°, ΡΡΠΎ Π½Π΅Π»ΡΠ·Ρ ΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΠ΅ΡΡ Π½Π° ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ ΡΠ²ΡΡΠΎΠΊΠ°. ΠΠ°ΠΆΠ΅ Π±Π΅Π· ΡΠΈΡΡΠ»Π° ΠΆΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡ ΠΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²Π° ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° - ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΡΠΈΠΎΠ½Π°Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠΉ Π²ΡΠ°Ρ, ΠΈ ΡΡΠΎ Π΄Π΅Π»Π°Π΅Ρ Π΅Ρ Π±ΠΎΠ»Π΅Π΅ ΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π΄ΠΎΡΡΠΎΠΉΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠ²Π°ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ. ΠΠΎΠΏΠΈΠ² ΠΌΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΊΠΎ, ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° Π²Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΠ»Π° ΡΡΠ°ΠΊΠ°Π½ ΠΠΈΠΊΡΠΎΡΠΈΠΈ ΠΈ Π½Π°ΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ ΠΊ Π²ΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄Ρ. ΠΠ΄Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎ ΠΎΠ½Π° Π½Π΅ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π° ΡΡΠ°Π·Ρ Π² ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ½Π°ΡΡ ΠΎΡΠ΄ΡΡ Π° ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡΠΎΠ½Π°Π»Π°. ΠΠ½Π° Π²ΡΡΠ»Π° ΠΈΠ· Π΄ΠΎΠΌΠ° ΠΏΠΎΡΠ°Π½ΡΡΠ΅, ΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠΌΡ ΡΡΠΎ Π΅ΠΉ Π½ΡΠΆΠ½ΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π·Π°ΠΉΡΠΈ Π² ΡΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠΎΠ½Π°Ρ. ΠΡ ΠΌΠ°ΡΡ Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π½Π° Π² ΠΎΡΠ΄Π΅Π»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΈΠ½ΡΠ΅Π½ΡΠΈΠ²Π½ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ°ΠΏΠΈΠΈ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΠΌΠΎΠ»ΡΠ° Π²ΠΎΡΠ»Π° Π² ΠΏΠ°Π»Π°ΡΡ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ»Π° ΡΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΌΠ°ΡΠ΅ΡΠΈ. ΠΠ΅Π½ΡΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΏΠΎ-ΠΏΡΠ΅ΠΆΠ½Π΅ΠΌΡ Π½Π°Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π² ΠΏΠ»ΠΎΡ ΠΎΠΌ ΡΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΈ. Π‘Π΅ΡΠ΄ΡΠ΅ Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠΈ Π·Π°Π½ΡΠ»ΠΎ. ΠΡ ΠΌΠ°ΡΡ ΡΡΡΠ°Π΄Π°Π»Π° ΠΎΡ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΄Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ Π½Π΅Π΄ΠΎΡΡΠ°ΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ ΠΈ Π½Π°Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π² ΠΊΡΠΈΡΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠΌ ΡΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΈ. ΠΠ΄ΠΈΠ½ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ ΡΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠΌ ΡΠΎΡ ΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½Ρ ΠΌΠ°ΡΠ΅ΡΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠ°Π΄ΠΊΠ° ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΄ΡΠ°, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ°Ρ, Π΅ΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎ, ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π±Ρ Π² ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ΅ ΡΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠ΅. ΠΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠΉ, ΠΏΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΠΉ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΡΠΎΠ³Π»Π°ΡΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π½Π° Π±ΡΠ°ΠΊ, Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΡΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ Π΅Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Ρ ΡΠ³ΡΠΎΠΆΠ°Π» ΡΠ΄Π΅ΡΠΆΠ°ΡΡ Π΄Π΅Π½ΡΠ³ΠΈ, Π½Π΅ΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠΌΡΠ΅ Π΄Π»Ρ ΠΎΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠΈ. Π’Π΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΎΠ½Π° Π²ΡΡΠ»Π° Π·Π°ΠΌΡΠΆ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΡΡΠ΅Π±ΠΎΠ²Π°Π» Π΅Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Ρ, Π²ΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΈΠΌ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π½ΡΠΆΠ½ΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ Π½Π°ΠΉΡΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΡΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ Π΄ΠΎΠ½ΠΎΡΠ° ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΄ΡΠ°. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° Π±ΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ»Π° Π³ΠΎΡΡΠΊΠΈΠΉ Π²Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ΄ Π½Π° ΠΌΠ°ΡΡ: Β«ΠΠ°ΠΌΠ°, Ρ ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ Π²ΡΠ»Π΅ΡΡ. Π― ΠΎΠ±Π΅ΡΠ°ΡΒ». ΠΡ ΠΌΠ°ΡΡ Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΡΠ°ΠΌΡΠΌ Π±Π»ΠΈΠ·ΠΊΠΈΠΌ ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊΠΎΠΌ, Π΅Ρ Π³Π»Π°Π²Π½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π΄Π΅ΡΠΆΠΊΠΎΠΉ ΠΈ Π½Π°Π΄ΡΠΆΠ½ΡΠΌ Π΄ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ Π»ΠΈΡΠΎΠΌ. ΠΠ΅ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ΄Π°Π½Π½ΠΎ Π·Π°Π·Π²ΠΎΠ½ΠΈΠ» ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅ΡΠΎΠ½. ΠΠ΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ° Π΄ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π»Π° ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅ΡΠΎΠ½ ΠΈΠ· ΠΊΠ°ΡΠΌΠ°Π½Π° ΠΈ ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ»Π° Π½Π° Π·Π²ΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠΊ. Β«ΠΠΈΠ»Π°, - ΡΠ°Π·Π΄Π°Π»ΡΡ ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡ. - ΠΠ½Π΅ Π½ΡΠΆΠ½ΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΡΡ ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»Π° ΠΌΠ½Π΅ ΠΎΠ΄Π½Ρ ΡΡΠ»ΡΠ³ΡΒ». ΠΠ»Π°Π²Π° 3 Π§Π°ΡΡΠ½ΡΠΉ ΠΏΠ°ΡΠΈΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π²ΠΎΠ½ΠΈΠ» Π€ΡΠ΄ΠΎΡ Π€Π°Π»ΡΠΊΠΎΠ². ΠΠ½ΠΈ ΡΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΡ Π² ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΌΠ΅Π΄ΠΈΡΠΈΠ½ΡΠΊΠΎΠΌ ΡΠ½ΠΈΠ²Π΅ΡΡΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅, Ρ ΠΎΡΡ ΠΎΠ½ Π±ΡΠ» Π½Π° Π΄Π²Π° Π³ΠΎΠ΄Π° ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΠ΅ Π΅Ρ. ΠΠ°ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠ΅Ρ Π°Π» Π·Π° Π³ΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠΈΡΡ ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅, ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ Π±ΡΠ» ΠΈΠ·Π²Π΅ΡΡΠ½ΡΠΌ ΡΠΊΡΠΏΠ΅ΡΡΠΎΠΌ Π² ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅ΠΉ ΠΎΠ±Π»Π°ΡΡΠΈ. Π€ΡΠ΄ΠΎΡ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³Π΄Π° Ρ ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎ Π·Π°Π±ΠΎΡΠΈΠ»ΡΡ ΠΎ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π΅, ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΎΠΌΡ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π΄ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΎ Π±Π»ΠΈΠ·ΠΊΠΈ. Β«Π ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠΉ ΡΡΠ»ΡΠ³Π΅ ΠΈΠ΄ΡΡ ΡΠ΅ΡΡ?Β» - ΠΏΡΡΠΌΠΎ ΡΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ»Π° ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π°. Β«Π£ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ Π΅ΡΡΡ ΠΏΠ°ΡΠΈΠ΅Π½Ρ, Π½ΡΠΆΠ΄Π°ΡΡΠΈΠΉΡΡ Π² Π»Π΅ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠΈ, ΠΎΠ΄Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎ Ρ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ²ΠΈΠ»ΠΎΡΡ Π½Π΅ΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎΠ΅ Π΄Π΅Π»ΠΎ, ΠΈ Ρ Π½Π΅ Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°Ρ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠΌΠΎΠ³Ρ Π·Π°Π½ΡΡΡΡΡ ΡΡΠΈΠΌ Π² Π±Π»ΠΈΠΆΠ°ΠΉΡΠ΅Π΅ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ. ΠΠΎΠΆΠ°Π»ΡΠΉΡΡΠ°, Π²ΠΎΠ·ΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΏΠ°ΡΠΈΠ΅Π½ΡΠ° ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ ΠΊΡΡΠ»ΠΎΒ», - ΠΏΠΎΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ» Π€ΡΠ΄ΠΎΡ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π° Π²Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠ»Π° Π½Π° ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ ΡΠ°ΡΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΠ΅. Π‘Π΅Π³ΠΎΠ΄Π½Ρ Ρ Π½Π΅Ρ Π½Π΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π΄Π΅Π» Π² ΠΎΡΠΈΡΠ΅, ΠΈ, Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π½Π΅ ΡΡΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ Π΄Π²ΡΡ ΠΎΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠΉ, Π·Π°ΠΏΠ»Π°Π½ΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π½Π½ΡΡ Π½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π΄Π΅Π½Ρ, ΠΎΠ½Π° Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΠΏΡΠ°ΠΊΡΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΈ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠ΄Π½Π°. Β«ΠΠ°, ΠΊΠΎΠ½Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ. ΠΡΠ΄Π° ΠΌΠ½Π΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΠ΅Ρ Π°ΡΡ?Β» - ΡΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ»Π° ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π°. Β«Π― Π½Π°ΠΏΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ΅Π±Π΅ Π°Π΄ΡΠ΅Ρ. ΠΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π΄ΠΎΠ±Π΅ΡΡΡΡΡΡ ΡΡΠ΄Π°, ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠΎ ΡΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠΈ ΠΎΡ ΡΠ°Π½Π½ΠΈΠΊΠ°ΠΌ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΅Ρ Π°Π»Π° ΠΊ Π³ΠΎΡΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ½Ρ ΠΠ°Π»Π°ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²Ρ, ΠΈ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΠΎΠ±ΠΎ Π²ΡΡΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π°Π±ΠΎΡΡΡΡΡΒ», - ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ» Π€ΡΠ΄ΠΎΡ. Β«ΠΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΡΒ», - ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ»Π° Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ°. Β«ΠΡΡ ΠΊΠΎΠ΅-ΡΡΠΎ, - Π΄ΠΎΠ±Π°Π²ΠΈΠ» Π€ΡΠ΄ΠΎΡ, ΠΈ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ½ ΡΡΠ°Π» ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡΠ·Π½ΡΠΌ. - ΠΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠΌΡ ΠΎΠ± ΡΡΠΎΠΌ Π½Π΅ Π³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΈ ΠΈ Π½Π΅ Π·Π°Π΄Π°Π²Π°ΠΉ Π»ΠΈΡΠ½ΠΈΡ Π²ΠΎΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ². ΠΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π±Π΅ Π½ΡΠΆΠ½ΠΎ ΡΠ΄Π΅Π»Π°ΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ Π²ΡΠ»Π΅ΡΠΈΡΡ ΠΏΠ°ΡΠΈΠ΅Π½ΡΠ°Β». Β«Π―ΡΠ½ΠΎ. ΠΠ΅ Π²ΠΎΠ»Π½ΡΠΉΡΡΒ», - ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ»Π° ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π°. ΠΠ½ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ, ΠΈ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° Π²ΡΠ·Π²Π°Π»Π° ΡΠ°ΠΊΡΠΈ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ ΠΊ ΠΏΠ°ΡΠΈΠ΅Π½ΡΡ. ΠΠ΅ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ Π² ΠΏΡΠ΅ΡΡΠΈΠΆΠ½ΠΎΠΌ ΡΠ°ΠΉΠΎΠ½Π΅, Π·Π°ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠΌ Π²ΠΈΠ»Π»Π°ΠΌΠΈ, ΠΎΡΠ½Π°ΡΡΠ½Π½ΡΠΌΠΈ ΡΠΈΡΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ°ΠΌΠΈ Π±Π΅Π·ΠΎΠΏΠ°ΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ Π²ΡΡΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΡΠΎΠ²Π½Ρ. ΠΠ°ΠΊ ΠΈ ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ΄Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ, Π½Π° Π²Ρ ΠΎΠ΄Π΅ Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ° ΡΡΠΎΠ»ΠΊΠ½ΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ Ρ ΡΡΡΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠΉ ΠΎΡ ΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠΉ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΠΎΠ²Π°Π»Π° ΠΈΠ½ΡΡΡΡΠΊΡΠΈΡΠΌ ΠΈ ΡΠΏΠΎΠΌΡΠ½ΡΠ»Π° Π³ΠΎΡΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΠ°Π»Π°ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²Π°. Π‘Π΄Π΅Π»Π°Π² Π·Π²ΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠΊ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΡΠ±Π΅Π΄ΠΈΡΡΡΡ Π² ΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π΄ΠΈΠ²ΠΎΡΡΠΈ Π΅Ρ ΡΠ»ΠΎΠ², ΠΎΡ ΡΠ°Π½Π½ΠΈΠΊ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ³Π»Π°ΡΠΈΠ» ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ Π²Π½ΡΡΡΡ. ΠΠ΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ° Π»Π΅Π³ΠΊΠΎ Π½Π°ΡΠ»Π° Π²ΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ. ΠΠ½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎ ΡΡΡΠΏΠ΅Π½ΡΠΊΠ°ΠΌ ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π²ΠΎΠ½ΠΈΠ»Π° Π² Π΄Π²Π΅ΡΡ. Π§Π΅ΡΠ΅Π· Π½Π΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠ½Π΄ Π΄Π²Π΅ΡΡ ΠΎΡΠΊΡΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ. ΠΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠΈΡΡΠ°ΡΠΈΡ Π΄Π΅ΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΡΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ. ΠΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ Π½Π°Ρ ΠΌΡΡΠΈΠ»ΡΡ. ΠΠ½ΠΈ ΠΆΠ΄Π°Π»ΠΈ Π€ΡΠ΄ΠΎΡΠ°, Π½ΠΎ Π²ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π½Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠ³Π΅ ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»Π°ΡΡ Π½Π΅Π·Π²Π°Π½Π°Ρ Π³ΠΎΡΡΡΡ. Β«ΠΡΠΎΡΡΠΈΡΠ΅, Π²Ρβ¦Β» - Π½Π°ΡΠ°Π»Π° Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ°. ΠΠ· ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π½ΠΈΠΉ Π€ΡΠ΄ΠΎΡΠ° ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΡΠΆΠ΅ ΡΠ΄Π΅Π»Π°Π»Π° Π²ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΄, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎΡ ΠΏΠ°ΡΠΈΠ΅Π½Ρ ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ Π»ΠΈΡΠ½ΠΎΠ΅ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΡΠ°Π½ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ, ΠΈ ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΈΠ·Π±Π΅ΠΆΠ°ΡΡ Π½Π΅ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠ΅ΠΉ, ΠΎΠ½Π° ΡΠΎΡΠ»Π° ΡΠ°Π·ΡΠΌΠ½ΡΠΌ Π½Π°Π΄Π΅ΡΡ ΠΌΠ°ΡΠΊΡ. ΠΠ΅Π·ΠΎΠΏΠ°ΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡ Π±ΡΠ»Π° Π² ΠΏΡΠΈΠΎΡΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅. Β«ΠΠΎΠΊΡΠΎΡ Π€Π°Π»ΡΠΊΠΎΠ² ΠΏΠΎΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ» ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΅Ρ Π°ΡΡ ΡΡΠ΄Π°Β», - ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»Π° ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π°. ΠΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΌΠ΅Π»ΡΠΊΠΎΠΌ Π²Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠ» Π½Π° Π°ΠΏΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΡ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΡ ΠΎΠ½Π° Π΄Π΅ΡΠΆΠ°Π»Π°: Β«ΠΡ Π·Π½Π°Π΅ΡΠ΅, ΡΡΠΎ Π΄Π΅Π»Π°ΡΡ?Β» Β«ΠΠ°, Π΄ΠΎΠΊΡΠΎΡ Π€Π°Π»ΡΠΊΠΎΠ² Π΄Π°Π» ΠΌΠ½Π΅ ΠΈΠ½ΡΡΡΡΠΊΡΠΈΠΈ. Π― ΡΠΎΡ ΡΠ°Π½Ρ Π²ΡΡ Π² ΡΡΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠΉ ΠΊΠΎΠ½ΡΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π½ΡΠΈΠ°Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠΈΒ», - ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ»Π° Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ°. ΠΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ Π·Π½Π°Π», ΡΡΠΎ Π€ΡΠ΄ΠΎΡ Π½Π΅ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄Π°Π» Π±Ρ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ·Π°Π½Π½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ ΡΠΎΠΌΡ, ΠΊΡΠΎ Π½Π΅ Π·Π°ΡΠ»ΡΠΆΠΈΠ²Π°Π΅Ρ Π΄ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΠΈΡ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π½Π΅ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π½ΡΠ΅Π½, ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΎΠΌΡ ΡΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΊΠΈΠ²Π½ΡΠ» ΠΈ Π²ΠΏΡΡΡΠΈΠ» ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ. ΠΠ½ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ²ΡΠ» Π΅Ρ ΠΌΠΈΠΌΠΎ ΡΠΎΡΠΊΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ Π³ΠΎΡΡΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠΉ, Π·Π°ΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π²Π²Π΅ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎ Π»Π΅ΡΡΠ½ΠΈΡΠ΅ Π² ΡΠΏΠ°Π»ΡΠ½Ρ. Π ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ½Π°ΡΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ½ΠΎ. Β«ΠΠ°ΠΊ Ρ Π±ΡΠ΄Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΡ Π»Π΅ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π±Π΅Π· ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ°?Β» - ΡΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ»Π° ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π°. ΠΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠΉ ΡΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π» ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΡΠΊΠΈΠΉ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡ, ΡΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΡΡ Π²Π°ΡΠΈΠ» ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΠΈΠ΄ΠΆΠ°ΠΊ ΠΈ Π½Π°ΡΡΠ½ΡΠ» Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π½Π° Π»ΠΈΡΠΎ. Β«ΠΠΊΠ»ΡΡΠΈ ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΒ», - ΠΏΡΠΈΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠΊΠ²ΠΎΠ·Ρ ΡΠΊΠ°Π½Ρ. ΠΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΡΡΠ»ΠΊΠ½ΡΠ» Π²ΡΠΊΠ»ΡΡΠ°ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅ΠΌ, ΠΈ ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ½Π°ΡΡ Π·Π°Π»ΠΈΠ» ΡΡΠΊΠΈΠΉ ΡΠ²Π΅Ρ. ΠΠ΅ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΉ ΠΌΡΡΠ»ΡΡ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΡΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡ ΠΏΠ°ΡΠΈΠ΅Π½ΡΠ° Π±ΡΠ» Π΄ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΎ Π·Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎΠΌΡΠΌ, ΠΎΠ΄Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΎΡΠΌΠ°Ρ Π½ΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ ΠΎΡ ΡΡΠΈΡ ΠΌΡΡΠ»Π΅ΠΉ. ΠΠ½Π° ΡΠ²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π»Π° ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊΠ°, Π»Π΅ΠΆΠ°ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ Π½Π° ΠΊΡΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΠΈ, ΡΡΡ Π±Π΅Π»Π°Ρ ΠΏΠ°ΡΠ°Π΄Π½Π°Ρ ΡΡΠ±Π°ΡΠΊΠ° Π±ΡΠ»Π° Π² ΠΏΡΡΠ½Π°Ρ Π΄Π°Π²Π½ΠΎ Π·Π°ΡΠΎΡ ΡΠ΅ΠΉ ΠΊΡΠΎΠ²ΠΈ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° Π½Π΅ Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π»Π° Π²Π΄Π°Π²Π°ΡΡΡΡ Π² ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΠΎΠ±Π½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ»Π° ΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΈΡΡΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΠ°Π½Π°Ρ . ΠΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Π° ΡΠ²Π½ΠΎ Π½Π΅ Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π» Π²ΡΠ΄Π°Π²Π°ΡΡ ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ Π»ΠΈΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡ, ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΎΠΌΡ Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ° Π΅ΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π·ΠΎΠΌ ΡΠ²Π°ΠΆΠ°Π»Π° Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π³ΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡΡ ΠΈ Π²Π΅Π»Π° ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΠ½ΠΎ. ΠΠ½Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»Π° ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ Π°ΠΏΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΡ Π½Π° ΡΡΠΌΠ±ΠΎΡΠΊΡ ΠΈ Π΄ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π»Π° Ρ ΠΈΡΡΡΠ³ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΈΠ΅ ΠΈΠ½ΡΡΡΡΠΌΠ΅Π½ΡΡ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° Π½ΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΈΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈ ΡΠ°Π·ΡΠ΅Π·Π°Π»Π° ΡΡΠ±Π°ΡΠΊΡ ΠΏΠ°ΡΠΈΠ΅Π½ΡΠ°, ΠΎΠ±Π½Π°ΠΆΠΈΠ² Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠ°Π½Ρ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΡΡΡΡ ΡΠΎΠ½ΠΊΠΈΠΌ ΡΠ»ΠΎΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΌΠ°ΡΠ»ΠΈ. ΠΠ½Π° ΡΠ±ΡΠ°Π»Π° Π²ΡΡ ΠΈ, Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎΠ½Π΅Ρ, ΡΠ²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π»Π° Π΄Π²Π΅ Π·ΠΈΡΡΡΠΈΠ΅ ΡΠ°Π½Ρ Π½Π° ΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΎΠΉ ΡΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ½Π΅ ΡΠΎΡΡΠ° ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Ρ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° Π½Π°ΡΠ°Π»Π° Π»Π΅ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅, ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π±ΠΎΡΠ°Π² ΡΠ°Π½Ρ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΠΌΠΈ Π»ΠΎΠ²ΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΡΡΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠΈ. ΠΡΡ ΡΡΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²Π°Π»Π°ΡΡ ΡΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΉΠ½ΠΎΠΉ, Π° Π΅Ρ Π΄Π²ΠΈΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π±ΡΡΡΡΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ ΡΡΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠΈΠ²Π½ΡΠΌΠΈ. Β«ΠΡΡΡ Π»ΠΈ Ρ Π²Π°Ρ Π°Π»Π»Π΅ΡΠ³ΠΈΡ Π½Π° Π°Π½Π΅ΡΡΠ΅Π·ΠΈΡ?Β» - ΡΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ»Π° ΠΎΠ½Π° ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π· Π½Π΅ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ΅ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ. Π ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ, ΡΠ°Π½Ρ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π½Π΅Π³Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠΊΠΈΠ΅ ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ²ΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π½Π΅Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΡΡ ΡΠ°ΡΡΡ ΠΊΠΎΠΆΠΈ, ΠΎΠ΄Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎ ΡΡΠ΅Π±ΠΎΠ²Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ Ρ ΠΈΡΡΡΠ³ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠ΅ Π²ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΡΠ²ΠΎ. ΠΡΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΡ ΡΡΠ΅Π±ΠΎΠ²Π°Π» ΠΏΡΠΈΠΌΠ΅Π½Π΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ Π°Π½Π΅ΡΡΠ΅Π·ΠΈΠΈ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° Π³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΈΠ»Π° ΡΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΉΠ½ΠΎ, ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΈ ΡΠΈΡ ΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π·ΠΊΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΠ½ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π»ΠΎ Ρ Π΅Ρ Π±Π΅Π·ΡΠΌΠ½ΡΠΌ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎΠΉ Π½ΠΎΡΡΡ. ΠΠΎΡΡΠΎΠΌΡ, Π½Π΅ΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΡ Π½Π° ΠΎΠ±ΠΌΠ΅Π½ Π½Π΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΡΠ»ΠΎΠ²Π°ΠΌΠΈ, ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠΉ ΡΠΎΠ²ΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π½Π΅ ΡΠ·Π½Π°Π» Π΅Ρ. Β«ΠΠ΅ΡΒ», - ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΠΌ ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠ½ΡΠΌ Ρ ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΠΌ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡΠΎΠΌ, ΠΏΡΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ Π²ΠΎΡΡ Π²Π°Π»ΡΡ Π΅Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΡΠΈΠΎΠ½Π°Π»ΠΈΠ·ΠΌ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΡΠΏΠΈΠ»Π° ΠΊ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ²Π»Π΅Π½ΠΈΡ Π°Π½Π΅ΡΡΠ΅Π·ΠΈΠΈ, Π° Π·Π°ΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π²Π²Π΅Π»Π° Π΅Ρ Π² ΠΎΠ±Π»Π°ΡΡΡ Π²ΠΎΠΊΡΡΠ³ ΡΠ°Π½. ΠΠΌ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠ»ΠΎΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠΆΠ΄Π°ΡΡ ΠΏΠ°ΡΡ ΠΌΠΈΠ½ΡΡ, ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ° Π½Π°ΡΠ°Π»ΠΎΡΡ Π΄Π΅ΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΏΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ°ΡΠ°ΡΠ°, ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅ ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΎΠ½Π° Π½Π°Π»ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ»Π° ΡΠ²Ρ. ΠΡΠΈΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π· ΡΠ°Ρ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎΠ½Π΅Ρ Π·Π°ΠΊΠΎΠ½ΡΠΈΠ»Π°. Π ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠΌ, Π»Π΅ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎ Π±ΡΡΡΡΠΎ ΠΈ ΡΡΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π»Π° Π½Π° ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈ ΠΎΠΊ**Π²Π°Π²Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ ΡΡΠΊΠΈ ΠΈ ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»Π°: Β«ΠΠ½Π΅ Π½ΡΠΆΠ½ΠΎ Π² ΡΠ±ΠΎΡΠ½ΡΡΒ». Β«ΠΡ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅ΡΠ΅ ΠΈΡΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΠ·ΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡ ΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ Π²Π½ΠΈΠ·ΡΒ», - ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ» ΠΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΈΠ½ΡΠ»Π° ΡΠΏΠ°Π»ΡΠ½Ρ. Π£Π±Π΅Π΄ΠΈΠ²ΡΠΈΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ° Π²Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π½Π° ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ²ΡΠΉ ΡΡΠ°ΠΆ, ΠΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ Π·Π°ΠΊΡΡΠ» Π΄Π²Π΅ΡΡ ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΡΠΏΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ» ΠΊ ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡ. Β«Π― ΡΠ·Π½Π°Π», ΡΡΠΎ Π±Π°Π½Π΄ΠΈΡΡ, Π½Π°ΠΏΠ°Π²ΡΠΈΠ΅ Π½Π° Π²Π°Ρ Π²ΡΠ΅ΡΠ°, ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΡΠ»Π°Π½Ρ ΠΡΡΡΠΌΠΎΠΌ. ΠΠ½, Π²Π΅ΡΠΎΡΡΠ½ΠΎ, ΠΎΡΡΠ°ΡΠ½Π½ΠΎ Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Ρ ΠΈΠ·Π±Π°Π²ΠΈΡΡΡΡ ΠΎΡ Π²Π°Ρ, ΠΎΡΠΎΠ±Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅ ΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π²Ρ Π²ΡΡΠΈΡΠ»ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠΏΠΈΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠ² Π² Π²Π°ΡΠ΅ΠΉ ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠΏΠ°Π½ΠΈΠΈΒ», - ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» ΠΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ. ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠΉ Π·Π°ΡΡΠΎΠ½Π°Π» ΠΎΡ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΠΈ, ΡΡΠ°ΠΆΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡΡ, Π° Π·Π°ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΡΠ½ΡΠ»ΡΡ ΠΊ ΠΊΡΠ°Ρ ΠΊΡΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΠΈ ΠΈ ΠΎΠΏΡΡΡΠΈΠ» Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΈ Π½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ». ΠΠ½ Π²ΡΠ³Π»ΡΠ΄Π΅Π» ΡΠ»Π°Π±ΡΠΌ, Π½ΠΎ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π³Π»Π°Π·Π° Π²ΡΠΏΡΡ Π½ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΎΠΏΠ°ΡΠ½ΡΠΌ Π±Π»Π΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠΌ. ΠΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π²ΡΠ» ΠΏΡΠΎΠ½Π·ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠΉ Π²Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ΄ Π½Π° ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠ°. Β«ΠΡΠ° ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΡΠΈΠ½Π°, Π½Π° ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΠΉ Ρ Π±ΡΠ» Π²ΡΠ½ΡΠΆΠ΄Π΅Π½ ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡΡΡΡ, ΠΈΠΌΠ΅Π΅Ρ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠ΅-Π»ΠΈΠ±ΠΎ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΊ ΠΡΡΡΠΌΡ?Β» - ΡΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ» ΠΎΠ½. ΠΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΠΈΠ·ΠΈΠ» Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡ: Β«ΠΠ° ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎΠΌ Π΄Π΅Π»Π΅, ΠΡΡΡΠΌ ΡΠ²ΡΠ·Π°Π»ΡΡ Ρ Π²Π°ΡΠΈΠΌ ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ΅ΠΌ, ΠΠΈΡΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠΌ. ΠΠ½ ΡΡΡΠ΅ΠΌΠΈΠ»ΡΡ Π²ΡΠ΄Π°ΡΡ ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ Π΄ΠΎΡΡ Π·Π°ΠΌΡΠΆ Π·Π° ΡΠ»Π΅Π½Π° ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡΠΈ ΠΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡΡ , Π½ΠΎ, ΠΏΠΎΡ ΠΎΠΆΠ΅, Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π½Π΅ ΡΠ°ΡΡΠΌΠ°ΡΡΠΈΠ²Π°Π» Π²Π°ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΊΡΠ·Π΅Π½Π° ΠΠ»ΡΡ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΡΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΊΠ°Π½Π΄ΠΈΠ΄Π°ΡΠ°. ΠΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ½ΠΎ Π±ΡΡΡ, ΠΡΡΡΠΌ Π΄ΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΈΠ»ΡΡ Ρ Π½ΠΈΠΌΒ». Β«ΠΠ½ Π½Π΅ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ ΡΠ΄ΠΈΠ²Π»ΡΡΡ ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΄ΡΠΉ Π΄Π΅Π½Ρ. Π‘ ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ΠΉ ΡΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ½Ρ Π±ΡΠ΄Π΅Ρ Π½Π΅ Π²Π΅ΠΆΠ»ΠΈΠ²ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΠΌΠΎΠ»ΡΠ°ΡΡ Π² ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΒ», - ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠΉ. ΠΠ° Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ ΠΎΡΡΡΡΡΡΠ²ΠΈΡ ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡ, Π² Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΎΠΈΠ·ΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠΈΠΉ, Π² ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΡ Π±ΡΠ» Π·Π°ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°Π½ ΠΠ»ΡΡ. Β«Π― ΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π», ΡΡΠΎ Ρ ΠΠ»ΡΠΈ Π΅ΡΡΡ Π·Π°Ρ ΡΠ΄Π°Π»ΡΠΉ Π±Π°Ρ "Π¨Π°ΡΠΌ" Π½Π° ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΠ΅ ΠΡΠ±Π°ΡΡΠΊΠ°ΡΒ», - ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠ½ΡΠ» ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠΉ. ΠΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ Π²ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΡΠ» Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ»ΠΎΠ²Π°. Β«ΠΠ°, ΠΏΠΎΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΡ ΡΠΏΠΈΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠ² Π²ΡΠ³Π½Π°Π»ΠΈ ΠΈΠ· ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠΏΠ°Π½ΠΈΠΈ, ΡΡΠΎΡ ΠΊΠ»ΡΠ± ΡΡΠ°Π» ΠΈΡ Π΅Π΄ΠΈΠ½ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ ΠΈΡΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠΌ Π΄ΠΎΡ ΠΎΠ΄Π°, ΠΈ Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π·Π°ΠΊΡΠΎΡΡ, ΡΠΎ ΠΈΠΌ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΄ΡΡΡΡ Π΄ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΡΡΠ³ΠΎΒ», - ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» ΠΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ. Β«ΠΠΎΠΌΠΎΠ³ΠΈ ΠΈΠΌ Π² ΡΡΠΎΠΌΒ», - ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠΉ, ΠΈ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡ ΡΡΠ°Π» Π½Π° ΠΎΠΊΡΠ°Π²Ρ Π½ΠΈΠΆΠ΅. ΠΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΡΡΠΎΠ»ΠΊΠ½ΡΠ»ΡΡ Ρ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»ΠΎΠΉ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΡΠΏΡΡΠΊΠ°Π»ΡΡ Π²Π½ΠΈΠ·. ΠΠ½ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ», ΡΡΠΎ Π€ΡΠ΄ΠΎΡ ΠΏΡΠΎΠΈΠ½ΡΡΡΡΠΊΡΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π» Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΡ Π·Π°ΡΠ°Π½Π΅Π΅, ΠΎΠ΄Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎ ΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ» Π½Π΅ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π΅Ρ Π½Π°ΠΏΡΠ³Π°ΡΡ Π΄Π»Ρ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΡΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠ°: Β«ΠΡΠ»ΠΈ Π²Ρ ΡΠ°ΡΡΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΅ΡΠ΅ ΠΎΠ± ΡΡΠΎΠΌ ΠΊΠΎΠΌΡ-Π½ΠΈΠ±ΡΠ΄Ρ, Π²Π°Ρ Π½Π°ΡΡΠΈΠ³Π½Π΅Ρ ΡΠΆΠ°ΡΠ½Π°Ρ ΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΡΒ», - ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» ΠΎΠ½. ΠΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠ»ΡΡ ΠΎ ΡΡΠ°Π²ΠΌΠ°Ρ ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡ Π΄ΠΎΠΉΠ΄ΡΡ Π΄ΠΎ ΠΡΡΡΠΌΠ° ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΡΠ½Π° ΠΠ»ΡΠΈ, ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ·Π°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΡ ΡΡΠΎ Π² ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΠ·Ρ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΠΊΠΈΠ²Π½ΡΠ»Π°: Β«Π― ΡΠΎΡ ΡΠ°Π½Ρ ΡΡΠΎ Π² ΡΠ°ΠΉΠ½Π΅. Π― ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ Π²ΠΎΠ·ΡΠΌΡ ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ Π°ΠΏΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΡ ΠΈ Π½Π΅ΠΌΠ΅Π΄Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎ ΡΠΉΠ΄ΡΒ». ΠΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ° Π²Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π² ΡΠΏΠ°Π»ΡΠ½Ρ, ΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ±Π½Π°ΡΡΠΆΠΈΠ»Π° ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Ρ, ΡΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ Ρ ΠΎΠΊΠ½Π° Π½Π°ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ² Π΄Π²Π΅ΡΠΈ. ΠΠ½ ΡΡΠΎΡΠ» ΠΊ Π½Π΅ΠΉ ΡΠΏΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠΉ, ΠΎΠ΄Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎ Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ° ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»Π° ΡΠ°ΡΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΠ΅ΡΡ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠΈΡΠΎΠΊΠΈΠ΅ ΠΏΠ»Π΅ΡΠΈ ΠΈ ΠΌΡΡΠΊΡΠ»ΠΈΡΡΡΡ ΡΠΏΠΈΠ½Ρ. ΠΠ³ΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΡΡΡΠΎΠΉΠ½ΡΠΌ, ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠΎ ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π°Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠΌ. Β«ΠΡ ΡΠ°Π·Π²Π΅ Π½Π΅ ΡΡΠ»ΠΈ?Β» - ΡΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ» ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Π° Π½Π°ΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ»ΠΈΠ²ΡΠΌ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡΠΎΠΌ. ΠΠ½ Π½Π΅ ΠΎΠ±Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΠ»ΡΡ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠΌ-ΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π·ΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΡΠ», ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΠΈΡ Π½Π° Π½Π΅Π³ΠΎ. ΠΠΎΠ·ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎ, ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π» Π΅Ρ Π³ΠΎΡΡΡΠΈΠΉ Π²Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ΄. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΡΠΌΡΡΡΠ½Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΠΏΡΡΡΠΈΠ»Π° Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²Ρ. ΠΠ°ΠΊ Π±Ρ Π΅ΠΉ Π½Π΅ Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΡΡ ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ·Π½Π°Π²Π°ΡΡ, Π½ΠΎ ΡΡΠΎΡ ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Π° Π·Π°ΠΈΠ½ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π» Π΅Ρ. ΠΠ»Π°Π²Π° 4 Π‘ΡΠ°ΠΆΠΈΡΠΎΠ²ΠΊΠ° ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π°, ΠΎΠΏΡΡΡΠΈΠ² Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²Ρ, ΡΠΎΡΠΎΠΏΠ»ΠΈΠ²ΠΎ Π²Π·ΡΠ»Π° ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ Π°ΠΏΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΡ. ΠΡΠΎΡΠΈΡΡΠΈΠ² Π³ΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎ, ΠΎΠ½Π° Π΄Π°Π»Π° ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Π΅ Π½Π΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π½ΠΈΠΉ. ΠΠ°ΠΊ Π±Ρ ΡΠ°ΠΌ Π½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ, ΠΎΠ½Π° Π²ΡΡ ΠΆΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ»Π° Π²ΡΠ°ΡΠΎΠΌ. Β«ΠΠ°ΠΌ Π½Π΅Π»ΡΠ·Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ° ΠΌΠΎΡΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈ ΡΠ°Π½Ρ. ΠΠ΅Π·ΠΈΠ½ΡΠΈΡΠΈΡΡΠΉΡΠ΅ ΠΈΡ ΡΠ°Π· Π² Π΄Π΅Π½Ρ ΠΈ Π½ΠΎΡΠΈΡΠ΅ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΠ΅ ΡΡΠ±Π°ΡΠΊΠΈ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ Π½Π΅ ΡΠ°Π·Π΄ΡΠ°ΠΆΠ°ΡΡ ΡΠ°Π½ΡΒ». ΠΠ½Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»Π° Π±ΡΡΡΠ»ΠΎΡΠΊΡ Ρ ΡΠ°Π±Π»Π΅ΡΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ ΡΡΠ±ΠΈΠΊ Ρ ΠΌΠ°Π·ΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΡΠΌΠ±ΠΎΡΠΊΡ. Β«Π― ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²Π»ΡΡ Π²Π°ΠΌ ΡΡΠΈ Π»Π΅ΠΊΠ°ΡΡΡΠ²Π°Β». ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠΉ ΡΡΠΎ-ΡΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ±ΠΎΡΠΌΠΎΡΠ°Π» Π² Π·Π½Π°ΠΊ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ·Π½Π°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ, Π½ΠΎ Π½Π΅ ΠΎΠ±Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΠ»ΡΡ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΡΠΎΠΆΠ΅ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅ Π½ΠΈΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ Π½Π΅ ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»Π° ΠΈ ΡΡΠ°Π·Ρ ΠΆΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΈΠ½ΡΠ»Π° Π²ΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ. ΠΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΎΠ½Π° Π²Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π² Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡ, Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΡΠΆΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΈ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ½Π½Π°Π΄ΡΠ°ΡΡ Π΄Π½Ρ. ΠΠ½Π° Π½Π°ΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π² ΡΡΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²ΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΡΠΈΡΡ. ΠΠ΄Π²Π° ΡΡΡΡΠΎΠΈΠ²ΡΠΈΡΡ Π·Π° ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΠΌ ΡΡΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΌ, Π΅Ρ Π²ΡΠ·Π²Π°Π»ΠΈ Π² ΠΊΠ°Π±ΠΈΠ½Π΅Ρ Π³Π»Π°Π²Π²ΡΠ°ΡΠ°. Β«Π― ΠΎΡΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π»ΡΡ Π―Π½Ρ Π² Π¦Π΅Π½ΡΡΠ°Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠΉ Π²ΠΎΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠΉ Π³ΠΎΡΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Π»Ρ Π½Π° ΡΡΠ°ΠΆΠΈΡΠΎΠ²ΠΊΡΒ», - ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» Π³Π»Π°Π²Π²ΡΠ°Ρ ΡΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠΌ, Π½Π΅ ΡΠ΅ΡΠΏΡΡΠΈΠΌ Π²ΠΎΠ·ΡΠ°ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠΉ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΡΡΡΠ΅Π½Π° ΠΈ ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»Π°: Β«ΠΠΎ Ρ Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π»Π°, ΡΡΠΎ Π²Ρ ΡΠΆΠ΅ ΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΎΡΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΡΡ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ?Β» Β«ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π°, Ρ ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ΅Π½, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡ Π·Π½Π°Π΅ΡΡ ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠΌ, ΡΡΠΎ Π²ΡΡ Π²ΡΡΠΎΠΊΠΎΡΠ΅Ρ Π½ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ³ΠΈΡΠ½ΠΎΠ΅ ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΡΡΠ΄ΠΎΠ²Π°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π½Π°ΡΠ΅ΠΉ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠΏΠΎΠ½ΡΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΏΠΎΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ΅ΠΉ "ΠΠ°ΡΠ°ΠΌΠ°ΡΠ½Ρ". ΠΡΠ΅Π·ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π½Ρ ΠΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ² Π»ΠΈΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ» ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π°Π±ΠΎΡΠΈΡΡΡΡ ΠΎ Π―Π½Π΅. Π― Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π²ΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ΅Π±Π΅ ΠΏΠΎΠΉΡΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ² Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π²ΠΎΠ»ΠΈΒ». ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ½ΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΈ ΡΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΈΠ½Π°Π½ΠΈΠΈ ΠΈΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈ ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡ. Π₯ΠΎΡΡ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΎΡΠΈΡΠΈΠ°Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΆΠ΅Π½Π°ΡΡ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π½Π΅ Π²ΡΡΡΠ΅ΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ. ΠΠ½Π° Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π»Π° ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Ρ ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ Π² ΠΆΡΡΠ½Π°Π»Π°Ρ ΠΈ ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π² Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΡΡΡ ΠΏΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅Π²ΠΈΠ·ΠΎΡΡ. ΠΠ½Π°ΡΠΈΡ, ΠΎΠ½ ΠΈ Π―Π½Π°? Π‘Π΅ΡΠ΄ΡΠ΅ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ ΡΠΊΠ½ΡΠ»ΠΎ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²Π°Π»Π°ΡΡ ΡΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΉΠ½ΠΎΠΉ. Β«ΠΠΎΡ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ?Β» Β«ΠΠ°, Π±ΠΎΡΡΡ, Ρ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ ΡΠ²ΡΠ·Π°Π½Ρ ΡΡΠΊΠΈ. ΠΠΎΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°ΠΉ, ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π°, ΠΌΡ ΠΎΠ±Π° Π·Π½Π°Π΅ΠΌ ΠΎ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΡ ΡΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠ±Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ , Π½ΠΎ...Β» - Π³Π»Π°Π²Π²ΡΠ°Ρ Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π» ΡΡΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΈΡΡ Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΡ, Π½ΠΎ Π½Π΅ Π·Π½Π°Π», ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° Π²ΡΠ΄Π΅Π»ΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ ΡΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΈ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΡ ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΡΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ² Π±Π»Π°Π³ΠΎΠ΄Π°ΡΡ Π½Π΅Π²Π΅ΡΠΎΡΡΠ½ΠΎΠΌΡ ΡΠ°Π»Π°Π½ΡΡ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΡΠΈΠΎΠ½Π°Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΡΡΠΈΠΊΠ΅. ΠΠ»Π°Π²Π²ΡΠ°Ρ ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ» Π΅Ρ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅ Π²ΡΠ΅Ρ ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π»ΡΠ½ΡΡ . Β«Π― ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠ°ΡΒ», - ΠΏΡΠΎΠ±ΠΎΡΠΌΠΎΡΠ°Π»Π° ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΡΠ΅Π±Π΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ Π½ΠΎΡ. ΠΠ΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ° Π³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΈΠ»Π° ΡΠ΅Π±Π΅, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½Π° Π±ΡΠ»Π° Π½Π΅ Π² ΡΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠΈ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡΠ°ΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡΡΡ ΠΈΠ·-Π·Π° Π²ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΡΠ²Π° ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡ. ΠΠ½ Π±ΡΠ» Π²ΡΠ½ΡΠΆΠ΄Π΅Π½ ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡΡΡΡ Π½Π° Π½Π΅ΠΉ, ΠΈ, Π΅ΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎ, ΠΎΠ½Π° Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»Π° ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΠΈΡΡΠ²Π°ΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ Π±ΡΠ΄Π΅Ρ Π·Π°Π±ΠΎΡΠΈΡΡΡΡ ΠΎ Π½Π΅ΠΉ. Β«ΠΠ½Π΅ Π΅ΡΡ Π½ΡΠΆΠ½ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ²ΠΈΡΡΡΡ ΠΊ ΠΎΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠΈ, ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΡΡΠΎ Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠΉΠ΄ΡΒ», - ΡΠΌΠΈΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡΠΎΠΌ ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»Π° Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ°. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠ°Π»Π°, ΡΡΠΎ Π½ΠΈΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ ΡΠ΄Π΅Π»Π°ΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΈΠ·ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠΈΡΡΠ°ΡΠΈΡ. ΠΠ»Π°Π²Π²ΡΠ°Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠΎ Π²Π·Π΄ΠΎΡ Π½ΡΠ» ΠΈ ΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π», ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡ. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° Ρ ΡΠ½ΡΡΠ·ΠΈΠ°Π·ΠΌΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΠ³ΡΡΠ·ΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π² ΡΠ°Π±ΠΎΡΡ, ΠΏΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡ Π½Π΅ Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°ΡΡ ΠΎ ΡΡΠ°ΠΆΠΈΡΠΎΠ²ΠΊΠ΅. ΠΠ½Π° Π±Π΅Π· Π·Π°ΠΌΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ²Π΅Π»Π° ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ Π²ΡΠΎΡΡΡ ΠΎΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΡ, Π·Π°ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΡΠ½ΡΠ»Π° ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ Ρ ΠΈΡΡΡΠ³ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΡΡ ΡΠΎΡΠΌΡ ΠΈ, ΠΏΠΎΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π² Π²Π²Π΅ΡΡ , ΡΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΎ ΠΏΠ»ΡΡ Π½ΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΡΡΠ». ΠΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎ Π² ΡΡΠΎΡ ΠΌΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ Π² Π³ΠΎΡΡΠΈΠ½ΡΡ Π²ΠΎΡΠ»Π° Π―Π½Π° ΠΈ ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»Π°: Β«ΠΠ΄ΡΠ°Π²ΡΡΠ²ΡΠΉ, ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π°, - ΠΏΠΎΠΏΡΠΈΠ²Π΅ΡΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π»Π° ΠΎΠ½Π°, ΡΡΠΊΠΎ ΡΠ»ΡΠ±Π°ΡΡΡ. - Π’Ρ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠ΄Π½Π° Π²Π΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠΎΠΌ? ΠΠΎΠ·Π²ΠΎΠ»Ρ ΡΠ³ΠΎΡΡΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ ΡΠΆΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠΌΒ». Β«ΠΠ·Π²ΠΈΠ½ΠΈ, Π½ΠΎ Ρ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ Π΅ΡΡΡ Π΄Π΅Π»Π°, Ρ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΌΠΈ Π½ΡΠΆΠ½ΠΎ ΡΠ°Π·ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ·ΠΆΠ΅Β», - Π²Π΅ΠΆΠ»ΠΈΠ²ΠΎ ΠΎΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»Π°ΡΡ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π°. ΠΠ΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ° Π½Π΅ Π±ΡΠ»Π° Π² Ρ ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΈΡ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡΡ Ρ Π―Π½ΠΎΠΉ. ΠΠ½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΠ»Π»Π΅Π³Π°ΠΌΠΈ, Π° Π½Π΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΡΠ³Π°ΠΌΠΈ. ΠΠ±Π΅ ΠΎΠΊΠΎΠ½ΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ½ ΠΈ ΡΠΎΡ ΠΆΠ΅ ΡΠ½ΠΈΠ²Π΅ΡΡΠΈΡΠ΅Ρ Π² ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎ ΠΈ ΡΠΎ ΠΆΠ΅ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ. ΠΡΡ ΡΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π―Π½Π° Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΡΠΎΠΉ Π΅ΡΡ ΡΡΡΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ. ΠΠ½Π° Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Ρ Π°ΠΌΠ±ΠΈΡΠΈΠΎΠ·Π½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΈ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³Π΄Π° Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π»Π° ΠΏΠΎΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡΡΡ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ²Π»Π΅ΠΊΠ°ΡΡ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΅Π΅ Π²Π½ΠΈΠΌΠ°Π½ΠΈΠ΅. ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π°, Π² ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ ΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄Ρ, ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΏΠΎΡΠΈΡΠ°Π»Π° ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²Π°ΡΡΡΡ Π½Π΅Π·Π°ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ³ΡΡΠΆΠ΅Π½Π° Π² ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈ ΠΊΠ½ΠΈΠ³ΠΈ. ΠΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎ ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°ΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π°Π±ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ½ΠΎ ΡΠ°Π·Π½ΡΠΌΠΈ. ΠΠΎΠ½ΡΡΠ½ΠΎΠ΅ Π΄Π΅Π»ΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π½Π΅ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Ρ Ρ ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎ Π»Π°Π΄ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ. Β«Π, ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΆΠ°Π»Ρ, - ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»Π° Π―Π½Π°, Π²ΡΠ³Π»ΡΠ΄Ρ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ-ΡΠΎ ΡΠΌΡΡΡΠ½Π½ΠΎΠΉ. - ΠΠΎΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΅-ΡΠΎ Ρ Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π»Π° Ρ ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠΉ ΠΊΠΎΠ΅ ΠΎ ΡΡΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΈΡΡΒ». ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° Π²ΡΡΠ°Π»Π° ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΡΠ»Π° ΠΊ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅ΠΌΡ ΡΠΊΠ°ΡΡΠΈΠΊΡ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΠΈΡΡ Ρ Π°Π»Π°Ρ. Β«ΠΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΈΒ», - ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»Π° ΠΎΠ½Π°, Π½Π΅ Π³Π»ΡΠ΄Ρ Π½Π° Π―Π½Ρ. Π’ΠΎΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊΡ, ΡΡΠΎ Π΅Ρ ΠΊΠΎΠ»Π»Π΅Π³Π° ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΈΠ½Π°ΡΠ΅ ΡΠ²ΡΠ·Π°Π»Π°ΡΡ Ρ ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ, Π΅ΡΡ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅ ΠΎΡΠ΄Π°Π»ΠΈΠ» ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ ΠΎΡ Π―Π½Ρ. Β«Π’Ρ, Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ½ΠΎ Π±ΡΡΡ, ΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π»Π°, Π΄Π°? ΠΠ½Π΅ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΆΠ°Π»Ρ. Π― ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΡΡΠΈΡ Π½Π΅ ΠΈΠΌΠ΅Π»Π°, ΡΡΠΎ Π΄ΠΈΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠΎΡβ¦Β» Β«ΠΡΡ Π² ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ΄ΠΊΠ΅Β», - ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π±ΠΈΠ»Π° ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π°. ΠΠ΄Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎ Π―Π½Π° Π΅ΡΡ Π½Π΅ Π²ΡΡ ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»Π° ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠΈΠ»Π°: Β«Π Π΅ΡΡ, ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅ΡΡ ΡΠΎΡ ΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡΡ Π² ΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ ΡΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ΡΠ° Π²Π΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠΎΠΌ ΡΡ Π²ΡΡΠ»Π° Π½Π° ΡΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ Π²ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΎ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ? ΠΠ½Π°Π΅ΡΡ, ΠΏΠΎΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΡ Ρ ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡΡ Π² Π¦Π΅Π½ΡΡΠ°Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠΉ Π²ΠΎΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠΉ Π³ΠΎΡΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Π»Ρ, Ρ Π½Π΅ Ρ ΠΎΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠΈΠ½ΠΈΠ»ΠΎ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠ΅-Π»ΠΈΠ±ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ±Π»Π΅ΠΌΡΒ». ΠΠ΅ΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠ±Π° Π―Π½Ρ Π±ΡΠ»Π° Π½Π΅ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ, ΠΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»Π° Π½Π΅ Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π»Π° ΠΎΠ± ΡΡΠΎΠΌ ΠΈ ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ»Π°: Β«Π― Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠΌΡ Π½Π΅ ΡΠΊΠ°ΠΆΡΒ». Π Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠΌ ΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π΅, Π½Π΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π½ΠΈΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΡΡΠ°Π½Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π² ΡΠΎΠΌ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ Π²Π·ΡΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ ΡΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΊΠΎΠ»Π»Π΅Π³ΠΈ. ΠΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ ΠΎΡ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈ ΠΈΠΌ ΠΏΡΠΈΡ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ»ΠΎΡΡ ΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΊΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡΡΡ Ρ Π»ΠΈΡΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ ΡΡΠ΅Π·Π²ΡΡΠ°ΠΉΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΡΠ²Π°ΠΌΠΈ. ΠΠ° ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠΈΡΠΎΡΠΈΠΈ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡ. Π€ΡΠ΄ΠΎΡ ΡΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π» Π½Π° Π·Π°Π΄Π½Π΅ΠΌ ΡΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π½ΡΠ΅ Π΄ΠΎΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠΉ ΡΡΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΌΠ°ΡΠΈΠ½Ρ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ°Ρ Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΠΏΡΠΈΠΏΠ°ΡΠΊΠΎΠ²Π°Π½Π° Ρ Π²ΠΎΡΠΎΡ. Β«ΠΡ, - ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» ΠΎΠ½ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡΠΎΠΌ, ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ Π³ΠΎΡΠ΄ΠΎΡΡΡΡ, - ΡΡΠΎ Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π΅ΡΡ ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ΠΉ ΡΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡΠ΅? Π£ Π½Π΅Ρ ΠΎΡΠ»ΠΈΡΠ½ΡΠ΅ ΡΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠ±Π½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ, Π½Π΅ ΡΠ°ΠΊ Π»ΠΈ?Β» Π ΡΠ΄ΠΎΠΌ Ρ ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π» ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠΉ, ΠΎΡΠΊΠΈΠ½ΡΠ²ΡΠΈΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΠΏΠΈΠ½ΠΊΡ ΡΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π½ΡΡ. ΠΠ½ ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π» ΠΎ Π²ΡΠ°ΡΠ΅, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΉ Π»Π΅ΡΠΈΠ» Π΅Π³ΠΎ, ΠΈ Π²ΡΠΏΠΎΠΌΠ½ΠΈΠ», ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΡΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΉΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ ΡΠΎΡΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π΅Ρ Π΄Π΅ΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΈΡ. ΠΠ° ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎΠΌ Π΄Π΅Π»Π΅, ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Π° Π±ΡΠ» ΠΏΠΎΡΠ°ΠΆΠ΅Π½ Π΅Ρ ΡΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠ±Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΠΌΠΈ. Β«ΠΡΠΎ Π³ΠΎΡΠΏΠΎΠΆΠ° ΠΠΎΠ»ΠΊΠΎΠ²Π°Β», - Π²Π΄ΡΡΠ³ Π·Π°Π³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΈΠ» ΠΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ. ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΠΉ ΠΎΠΏΡΡΡΠΈΠ» ΡΡΠ΅ΠΊΠ»ΠΎ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠ°Π· Π² ΡΠΎΡ ΠΌΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π―Π½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΡΠ»Π° ΠΊ ΠΌΠ°ΡΠΈΠ½Π΅. ΠΡΠΎΠ²ΠΈ Π€ΡΠ΄ΠΎΡΠ° ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΡ, ΠΈ ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»: Β«Π―Π½Π°?Β» ΠΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΎΠ±Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΠ»ΡΡ Ρ Π²ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΠΊΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ° ΠΈ ΡΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ»: Β«ΠΡ Π·Π½Π°Π΅ΡΠ΅ Π΅Ρ?Β» Π€ΡΠ΄ΠΎΡ ΠΊΠΈΠ²Π½ΡΠ», Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π²Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ΄ Π·Π°Π±Π»Π΅ΡΡΠ΅Π» ΠΎΡ Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠΏΡΡΡΡΠ²Π°. Β«ΠΠ½Π° Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΡΡΡΠ΄Π΅Π½ΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ Π½Π° Π³ΠΎΠ΄ ΠΌΠ»Π°Π΄ΡΠ΅ Π² ΠΌΠΎΡΠΌ ΡΠ½ΠΈΠ²Π΅ΡΡΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Β». ΠΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡ ΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΎ Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠΏΡΡΠ½ΠΎ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΎΠ½ ΡΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π» ΡΡΠΎ. ΠΠ½Π°ΡΠΈΡ, ΡΡΠ° Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ° Π½Π΅ ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΡΠΏΠ°ΡΠ»Π° Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎΠΉ Π½ΠΎΡΡΡ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΈ Π·Π°Π»Π΅ΡΠΈΠ»Π° Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠ°Π½Ρ? Β«ΠΡΠΎ ΡΡΠ΄ΡΠ±Π°?Β» - Π²ΠΎΡΠΊΠ»ΠΈΠΊΠ½ΡΠ» ΠΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ. ΠΡΠ΅Π»Π΅Π½Π½Π°Ρ Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎΠ½Π΅Ρ ΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ»Π° Π΄Π°ΡΡ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π±ΠΎΡΡΡ ΡΠ°Π½Ρ Π½Π° Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠ²Ρ? Β«ΠΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΡΡΡΡΠ° ΡΡ Π½Π΅ΡΡΡΡ?Β» - ΡΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ» Π€ΡΠ΄ΠΎΡ, Π½Π°Ρ ΠΌΡΡΠΈΠ²ΡΠΈΡΡ, ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π²ΠΎΠ΄Ρ Π²Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ΄ Ρ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Ρ Π½Π° Π΄ΡΡΠ³ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ. ...... Π§ΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ΄Π΅Ρ Π΄Π°Π»ΡΡΠ΅? ΠΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ Π³Π»Π°Π² Π·Π΄Π΅ΡΡ ΠΎΠ³ΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡΠ΅Π½ΠΎ, Π½Π°ΠΆΠΌΠΈΡΠ΅ Π½Π° ΠΊΠ½ΠΎΠΏΠΊΡ Π½ΠΈΠΆΠ΅, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΡΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠΈΡΡ ΡΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π±ΠΎΠ»Π΅Π΅ Π·Π°Ρ Π²Π°ΡΡΠ²Π°ΡΡΠΈΡ Π³Π»Π°Π²! 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Read next chapterπ | She signed the divorce papers and left without taking her phone. He checked her phone and got floored at the message: Please come tomorrow for another prenatal care checkup! ============= 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, Mitchelβs 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 itβs 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 Raeganβs shove. Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her. Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!" Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness." Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it. Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this. Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate. This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch. Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap. Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?" These harsh words attracted more people to the break room. "That's enough!" Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo. The entire room fell silent. "Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him. But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me." The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face. Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee. Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?" His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears. No one dared to make a sound at this moment. Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure. When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes. Raegan could understand why he took this stand. However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words. Was she truly insignificant to him? Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show. Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe. Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you." Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..." "The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in. She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look. "You..." Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said. Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim! The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger. Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!" Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment. "Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand. As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all. Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson." "Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof. Tessa trembled at once. With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone." The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant. She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..." Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards." Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here." Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please." It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out. They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless. Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office. Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago. Closing hour soon rolled by. Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her. He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home." Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice. She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation. In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody. How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her? Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself. All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment. Her grandmother wasn't aware of her marriage to Mitchel. Raegan had planned to surprise her today. But as it turned out, that was no longer necessary. Raegan waited for her grandmother to fall asleep before she left. She walked out of the hospital and waited for a taxi. In the distance, a black luxury car pulled into the entrance of the hospital. Raegan's eyes lit up when she saw it. She recognized that car as Mitchel's. Did he come to pick her up? At this moment, she forgot all the pain she had been feeling. Were her thoughts about him all wrong? Did he care for her, contrary to the gossip? The door of the driver's side opened and Mitchel got out. Raegan started walking toward him with her heart brimming with joy. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Mitchel had just walked over to the other side and carried a woman out of the car. Worry and compassion were written all over his handsome face. This wiped the smile on Raegan's face. Her heart sank. Chapter 3 Let's Divorce Mitchel's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Raegan. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Raegan. It was hard to tell if Mitchel saw Raegan or just ignored her. Regardless, Raegan noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed with him yesterday. She was Lauren. Raegan's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away. She lost all awareness of her surroundings. She got into a taxi absentmindedly. Suddenly, the driver uttered, "Ma'am, where to?" Raegan was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villas. It was only a matter of time before that place stopped being her home. After a while, she replied, "Please take me to Crystal Bay." She had purchased an apartment at Crystal Bay after getting married to Mitchel. At the time, she had hopes of bringing her grandmother to the city, so she bought the apartment on mortgage. It wasn't that big, but it had more than enough space for two people. Mitchel didn't understand why she wanted to buy an apartment. He offered to give her a bigger one, but she declined. Looking back now, she realized that buying that apartment was the only wise decision she had ever made in the last two years. When she arrived at the apartment complex, Raegan sat in the park alone, trying to cool herself down. The memories of the past two years were bittersweet. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye even though it was more than seven hundred days and nights. Love could move mountains, they said. Yet, her love didn't move that stone of a man. She finally realized what a fool she had been. She had been making herself a laughingstock in front of everyone. It was already late in the night before Raegan finally decided to go into her apartment. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Mitchel standing in front of the door. His sleeves were rolled up casually, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, which revealed his long neck and part of his collarbone. He was leaning on the wall by the door, his handsome face straight. Raegan froze for a moment. Why was he here? Didn't she see him at the hospital with Lauren? What brought him here? Their eyes met. With his coat draped over his arm and one of his hands in his pocket, Mitchel squinted at her. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked, sounding a little grumpy like someone who hadn't slept in a long time. Raegan took out her phone and saw she had accidentally put it on DND. There were five missed calls from Mitchel. This marked the first time in their two-year marriage. Mitchel blew up her phone because he couldn't find her? Surprising! Before today, she would have been overjoyed by this. People would've thought she won the lottery. But now, she just threw her phone back into her bag, folded her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't hear it ring." Mitchel raised his hand to check the time on the watch, and said impatiently, "I've been looking for you for two hours." After arranging everything for Lauren, he returned home to find an empty house. He looked for Raegan everywhere. When he couldn't find her, he asked Matteo to check the surveillance footage of all the roads that led away from the company. He later found out that Raegan went to Crystal Bay without telling him. "Next time, tell me when you are coming here, okay? Let's go home now." After that, Mitchel walked toward the elevator without sparing her another glance. He meant to go back to Serenity Villas. Raegan didn't move an inch. She just stared at his broad back and pondered reluctantly. Would they have a future? Mitchell turned around, only to see that Raegan hadn't taken a single step. He frowned and asked, "Can't you walk? Do you want me to carry you instead?" The light in the corridor illuminated his face, making his side profile almost impeccable. Raegan took a deep breath and said, "Let's divorce." "What do you mean?" Mitchel's voice was cold, and his handsome face changed immediately. "I want to move into my own place. After all, we will be strangers soon." Raegan forced a smile, but her heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. "We will be strangers?" Mitchel smiled coldly. "Raegan, what do you think our relationship is now?" His questioning left Raegan stunned for a moment. Mitchel had made it very clear to her from the very beginning. This facade of their marriage had happened by mutual agreement. There was no love. In the eyes of others, they were nothing more than just a superior and a subordinate. Mitchel was quite the catch in Ardlens. Many young ladies longed for his love and were even willing to throw themselves at him. His question just now reminded her of that fact. Was he afraid that she wouldn't let him go that easily? If that was the case, he couldn't be more wrong... After biting her lower lip to conceal her bitterness, Raegan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon. I was giving it too much thought. Anyway, please leave me alone from now on. You don't have to come here again." After saying that, Raegan couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she not be sad when she was cutting ties with the man she had loved for a decade? It was such a long time. Regardless of how difficult it was, she knew it was time to let go. It was high time she stopped being a fool. Strangely, the light in the corridor began flickering. The deathly stare Mitchel was giving Raegan right now made the atmosphere seem like the moment before an attack in a horror movie. Although he understood that Raegan sometimes could throw a tantrum, he felt that she had just crossed the line now. His eyes shone like blazing torches at this moment. But when he saw the tears in her eyes, the rage inside him extinguished in an instant. He said in a low voice, "If this is about what happened between you and Tessa, I..." "No, this isn't about her. Mr. Dixon, please leave now." A lot of things happened between them. And the incident with Tessa didn't come close to any. Raegan felt exhausted. She passed by Mitchel and was about to open the door. Yet, Mitchel was displeased with her stubbornness. He loosened his tie irritably. He then took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. "Stop this, will you?" A second later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. He instantly realized that she was burning up like someone who had been set on fire. "You have a fever?" Raegan felt dizzy. She rested her head on his chest weakly. This made the whole situation complicated. Reagan was slow to catch that. When she finally realized that her body was too close to his, she put her hands against his chest and tried to pull back. Before she could escape, Mitchel pulled her back and held her by the waist. With a cold face, he said in a low voice, "Where do you think you are going?" The light flickered again. Out of the blue, Mitchel lifted her up. He then headed for the elevator. In a daze, Raegan asked softly, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I am doing?" Mitchel remarked. "Taking you to the hospital, of course." "No way!" Raegan cried out in surprise and seemed to regain more strength. Mitchel might find out about her condition if they went to the hospital. Raegan struggled to get out of Mitchel's arms. However, his tight grip made her efforts fruitless. "Don't be so stubborn. You are sick, so you must see the doctor," Mitchel said firmly. He walked to the elevator with her in his arms. At this moment, Raegan's heart was thumping so hard that it could jump out of her chest. She flailed in protest. "Put me down! 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