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𝐼̂𝑛 𝑐𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎̆𝑚 𝑣𝑖𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢𝑙, 𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑖 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎̆𝑢𝑡𝑎̆𝑚 𝑐𝑒𝑣𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙, 𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑎̆𝑢𝑡𝑎̆𝑚 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑖 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑢𝑛𝑖, 𝑐𝑎̂𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑝𝑡, 𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑎̆ 𝑓𝑖𝑚.
𝐶𝑎̂𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑢 𝑣𝑒𝑖 𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑎 𝑜 𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑢, 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢𝑙 𝑣𝑎 𝑓𝑖 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎̆𝑡𝑖𝑡 𝑠̦𝑖 𝑡𝑢 𝑣𝑒𝑖 𝑖̂𝑛𝑣𝑎̆𝑡̦𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑒 𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑎̆-𝑡̦𝑖 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑖 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑙. 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑑, 𝑠̦𝑡𝑖𝑚, 𝑠̦𝑖 𝑛𝑜𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑧𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑙, 𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎 𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑛𝑢 𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎 𝑠𝑎̆ 𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑧𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑠𝑎𝑢 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑎̆-𝑙 𝑖̂𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎̆ 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑗𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑎 𝑠𝑎̆ 𝑛𝑢 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑣𝑟𝑒𝑜 𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎̆, 𝑒𝑠̦𝑡𝑖 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑟. 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑟? 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑟… 𝑇𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑖 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑡 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑎̆, 𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠̦𝑡𝑖, 𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑎̂𝑡̦𝑎̂𝑖, 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑖 𝑡𝑜𝑎𝑡𝑎̆ 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡̦𝑖𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑎. 𝐷𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡̦𝑎 𝑐𝑎̂𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑧𝑒𝑠̦𝑡𝑖 𝑜 𝑖𝑒𝑖 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎̆𝑡, 𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑓 𝑖̂𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑠, 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎̆ 𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑎𝑡𝑎̆, 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎̆ 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎̆𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑎̆ 𝑠̦𝑖 𝑐𝑎̆𝑙𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑎̆. 𝐸 𝑢𝑛 𝑐𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑢 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑢 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑖, 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑎 𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑧𝑎̆ 4 𝑎𝑛𝑖. 𝐼̂𝑛 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑜𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑝, 𝑢𝑛 𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑛 𝑖̂𝑡̦𝑖 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑒 𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑙 𝑠𝑎𝑢 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑎̆ 𝑓𝑖𝑖 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑖 𝑡𝑎̆𝑖. 𝑇𝑢 𝑡𝑒 𝑢𝑖𝑡̦𝑖 𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑒 𝑔𝑎̂𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑠̦𝑡𝑖: „𝑁𝑢 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛, 𝑛𝑢 𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑠̦𝑖 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑟𝑢”. 𝐴𝑖 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑑𝑢-𝑡̦𝑖 𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒, 𝑎𝑖𝑐𝑖 𝑒𝑠̦𝑡𝑖 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑟, 𝑠𝑎𝑢 𝑝𝑜𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑛𝑢, 𝑖̂𝑛𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑛𝑢 𝑖̂𝑡̦𝑖 𝑑𝑎𝑖 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑎. 𝐼̂𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑢 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑢𝑙 𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑢, 𝑎 𝑧𝑖𝑠 𝑠̦𝑖 𝐵𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑎 𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑒 𝑢𝑛 𝑐𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑟 𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑡̦𝑖𝑖. 𝑁𝑢 𝑎𝑠̦ 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑢 𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎̆ 𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡̦𝑖𝑒, 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑎 𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎, 𝑑𝑒-𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑, 𝑠𝑎̆ 𝑖̂𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑡̦𝑖 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑢𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑎 𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑢, 𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎̆ 𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑖 𝑎𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑙𝑢𝑖 𝑓𝑎̆𝑐𝑢𝑡, 𝑔𝑎̆𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑢-𝑡̦𝑖 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑙 𝑖̂𝑛𝑡𝑟-𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑎̆ 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑢𝑙 𝑣𝑎 𝑓𝑖 𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑒. 𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑒-𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑣𝑎̂𝑛𝑡: 𝑡𝑢 𝑖̂𝑡̦𝑖 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑖 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑙 𝑙𝑎 𝑖̂𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑙 𝑧𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑖 𝑠̦𝑖 𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑖 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠̦𝑡𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑚𝑎̂𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜 𝑖𝑒𝑖 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎̆𝑡 𝑠̦𝑖 𝑜 𝑠𝑎̆ 𝑟𝑒𝑢𝑠̦𝑒𝑠̦𝑡𝑖 𝑠̦𝑖 𝑚𝑎̂𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑎̆ 𝑖̂𝑙 𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑒𝑧𝑖 𝑙𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑝.
𝐹𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠̦𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑡. 𝐷𝑎𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑙 𝐼 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑙 𝑠𝑎𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢𝑙, 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑙 𝐼𝐼 𝑣𝑒𝑖 𝑎𝑓𝑙𝑎 𝑐𝑎̂𝑡 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑡̦𝑖 𝑖𝑢𝑏𝑖 𝑢𝑛 𝑜𝑚, 𝑜𝑟𝑖 23. 𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑙 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑎 𝑐𝑎̆𝑝𝑎̆𝑡𝑎 𝑢𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑢 𝑖̂𝑛𝑡̦𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑙 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑡̦𝑖𝑖 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑖 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑎̂𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖, 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑡̦𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖 𝑠̦𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑎 𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑎̆ 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑎̆ „𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑜𝑛” 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑢𝑛 𝑛𝑢𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑢 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐, 𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑖̂𝑛𝑡𝑎̂𝑙𝑛𝑖𝑡, 𝑢𝑛 𝑖̂𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡. 𝐴𝑐𝑢𝑚 𝑛𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑖 𝑐𝑢𝑛𝑜𝑠̦𝑡𝑖 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑖 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑎, 𝑛𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑖 𝑒𝑠̦𝑡𝑖 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑟. 𝐴𝑛𝑢𝑙 𝐼𝐼𝐼 𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑎̆ 𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝐴𝑀𝑅 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑠̦𝑖 𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑎̆𝑟𝑡̦𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑖 𝑛𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑎̆ 𝑝𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑐. 𝐴𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑣𝑖𝑎𝑡̦𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑎̆𝑟𝑢𝑖 𝐿𝑀-𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑎̆ 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑙 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑙 𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑡̦𝑖𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑖 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑎𝑟𝑎̆𝑢𝑙𝑢𝑖. 𝑃𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑢 𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑚 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑒 𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎̆ 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑡𝑎̆𝑢 𝑖̂𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑡. 𝑁𝑜𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑒𝑥𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑡 𝑢𝑛 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑢, „𝑇𝑟𝑎̆𝑖𝑒𝑠̦𝑡𝑒!”, 𝑠̦𝑖 𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑎𝑚 𝑓𝑎̆𝑐𝑢𝑡. 𝐴𝑚 𝑡𝑟𝑎̆𝑖𝑡 𝑖̂𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑎̆ 𝑠̦𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑢𝑙 𝑐𝑢 𝑚𝑎̂𝑛𝑎, 𝑛𝑒-𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑡 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖 𝑠̦𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑣𝑎̆𝑧𝑢𝑡 𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑎̆𝑚𝑎̂𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝑐𝑢 𝑔𝑎̂𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑙 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑎̆, 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑚 𝑓𝑎̆𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑠̦𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑎 𝑙𝑢𝑖 4. 𝑀𝑜𝑠̦𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑣-𝑜 𝑙𝑎̆𝑠𝑎̆𝑚 𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑎̆, 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑖 𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑖, 𝑠̦𝑖 𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑎̆, 𝐶𝑜𝑐𝑜, 𝐴𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑎, 𝑇𝑖𝑛𝑎, 𝑇𝑢𝑑𝑖, 𝑅𝑢𝑠𝑢, 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑢 𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑓𝑎̆𝑟𝑎̆ 𝑣𝑜𝑖 𝑎𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢 4 𝑛𝑢 𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑖 𝑓𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑣𝑟𝑒𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎̆ 𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑙. 𝑆̦𝑖 𝑐𝑎̂𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑒 𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑒, 𝑐𝑎̂𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑖𝑒 𝑖̂𝑛𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑜 𝑐𝑎̆𝑟𝑎̆𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑎̆ 𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎̆ 𝑐𝑢 𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑖, 𝑠̦𝑡𝑖𝑚 𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑎 𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑢𝑙 𝑠̦𝑖 𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑛𝑜𝑖 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡.
𝐶𝑎̂𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑚 𝑝𝑎̆𝑠̦𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑖𝑐𝑖 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑢 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎 𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑎̆, 𝑎𝑚 𝑣𝑎̆𝑧𝑢𝑡 𝑢𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑎𝑡 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢, 𝑛𝑒-𝑎𝑚 𝑣𝑎̆𝑧𝑢𝑡 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑖 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑡̦𝑖 𝑎𝑖 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎̂𝑛𝑔𝑎̆ 𝑛𝑜𝑖 𝑠̦𝑖 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑎̆𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑎 𝑛𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑖 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑙. 𝐿𝑎 𝑠𝑓𝑎̂𝑟𝑠̦𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑢𝑖 𝑖̂𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑡, 𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑙𝑎̆𝑚 𝑓𝑎𝑡̦𝑎̆ 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑡̦𝑎̆, 𝑠𝑐𝑎̆𝑝𝑎̆𝑚 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑖 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑠̦𝑖 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑡, 𝑐𝑎̂𝑛𝑡𝑎̆𝑚 𝑢𝑛 𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑚𝑛 𝑐𝑒 𝑣𝑎 𝑓𝑖 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑢 𝑎𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢.
𝐴𝑠̦𝑎 𝑠-𝑎 𝑖̂𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑎𝑡 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑢𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑡̦𝑖.
Semnat, absolvent Andrada Bumbu
Colegiul Național Militar ,,Ștefan cel Mare,, Câmpulung Moldovenesc
