Deep in the Living-Chapter 873 - 852: In the Dream

Capítulo 873: Chapter 852: In the Dream

On another path of the maze, a person stood.

As the second-to-last participant to arrive here, he initially followed Teacher Guo’s lead, and at the same time, was chosen by the comic shop, granted with the individual comic “Long Dream”.

Bald Dormo,

having passed through the White Gate, came directly to this maze area, unlike Luo Di who still had experiences in the bar.

His condition was quite good, as his unique dream ability allowed him to encounter no opposition in the earlier stages of the great selection.

He arrived here solely by collecting divinity, even his second life still intact.

Perhaps due to Yu Ze’s kind reminder, warning that he might encounter danger.

Dormo released his Dream Realm, covering a range of over a hundred meters.

As long as any conscious life attempts to attack him, they would be affected by the dream and fall asleep.

Even if they could resist sleep, they couldn’t touch Dormo, the core of the dream, as he had placed himself in a unique “void” state between reality and dream.

Dormo’s talent was exceptionally high, being watched by multiple forces as soon as he arrived at the Corner.

The reason he first met Teacher Guo was due to the recommendation by the comic shop.

The Shop Owner initially had high hopes for both of them, but for reasons unknown, gradually began to favor Teacher Guo and reduced interactions with Dormo.

Dormo himself didn’t mind, his growth speed remained fast, using the comic just as assistance, focusing on developing the Corner System.

He always kept up, even surpassing many of his peers.

Until the Shop Owner later listed the new student “Hua Yuan” as an apprentice,

he finally couldn’t resist, taking the opportunity to visit the comic shop, to ask why he couldn’t become an “apprentice”, why he couldn’t be like Teacher Guo or Hua Yuan.

He had fully embraced the “Long Dream” comic, complementing his own system, logically he could continue deepening his studies at the comic shop.

The Shop Owner’s reply at the time was that it was inconvenient to compete with the Corner for talent.

Dormo’s talent was outstanding, and if he were also taken, it might cause discontent with the Corner’s consciousness.

But thinking back now,

Dormo perhaps realized the underlying reason, which was potential danger.

In the Central Prison, there’s a death row inmate also related to sleep, and this inmate is very dangerous and unique.

During the Shop Owner’s assistance in setting up the dream barrier, Dormo even vaguely felt that the Shop Owner seemed somewhat apprehensive of this “death row inmate”,

likely ranking higher than the Shop Owner in the Central Prison inmate hierarchy.

Hence, the Shop Owner couldn’t personally train this dream-related apprentice, to avoid any connection at some level, bringing trouble upon himself.

So, Dormo was solely reliant on the Prison Director’s system for growth, perhaps to mitigate risks.

That indeed seemed to be the case,

from exploring the Original Dungeon, to collecting divinity in the Ancient Country, everything was quite stable.

His dream development has reached a profound level, unless it’s someone like Teacher Ma who is related by causality, or like Gust who can maximize sensory skills.

Generally, individuals find it difficult to pose a threat to him.

Even if real danger arrives, Dormo can dream a thousand years, seeking a way to resolve the danger within a millennial time span.

Thus,

he maintained his Dream Realm expansion, reaching the deepest part of the maze.

Similarly reaching the end of the tunnel in the Corner structure,

“The hand” was right in front of him.

A huge amount of visual data surged into his brain like a tide.

Unlike Luo Di,

Dormo never confronted head-on, he even anticipated similar situations, having preemptively hypothesized numerous scenarios regarding arms in dreams.

The current situation was one such scenario.

Dormo directly sat down on the spot,

supporting his neck with one hand, thus falling asleep.

For safety, he spent a lifetime redefining the concept of “arm”, becoming a painter in the dream, starting to draw arms at the age of four.

Only at his death of old age did he complete the painting.

Thus,

he gained insight into the Prison Director’s arm from his own Corner.

Unlike Luo Di’s understanding,

what Dormo saw wasn’t vastness, nor ancientness,

but a kind of “artistic precision”.

The seemingly chaotic giant arm, actually, the structure of each part, the shape and distribution of each finger, its interaction with Earth, were all intricately considered.

In his eyes, the Prison Director must be a being of meticulous thought.

This also led to his inability to understand,

such a powerful,

such a meticulous existence,

having already constructed a perfect prison system, effectively managing the entire universe’s madness, why would it perish completely, falling to such a state?

To know the answer, more depth is needed, condensation of Divine Status.

Then, he’ll dive into deeper dreams, for more detailed analysis of the Prison Director, perhaps finding the essence of his death, identifying the real threat which caused his demise.

Most likely it’s a threat ranging across the entire universe, once identified, their target can be more defined.

Awakening from the dream,

Dormo woke up at the center of the maze,

a lifetime’s dreaming, merely a minute’s nap in reality.

He stood up, no longer feeling any oppression from his arm, the “little finger” before him was simply a perfect work of art.

With a pure appreciative stance, Dormo stepped forward and, as a spectator, reached out to touch it.

Buzz!

All of a sudden,

He could feel this perfect artwork making contact with him, touching the surface of his pituitary gland, Divine Status was starting to condense.

Dormo’s dreamscape would reach deeper realms,

Even if he was in the Corner, he could easily interact with the dreams of everyone in the Human World, influence them, guide them, or even directly erase them on a spiritual level.

His dreams could also influence reality to a greater extent,

Even erasing the barrier between dreams and reality within the realm, turning it into a state of chaos he could control.

The horror in the dream could directly manifest through him.

Everything was going so smoothly,

Everything was so perfect,

Just as Dormo was completely immersed in the feeling of ascending to Godhood,

Knock, knock, knock!

A knocking sound came,

Dormo actually woke up in a hospital,

This was his life before turning into a monster, when he was still human.

He was a patient with ALS, even now technology could not effectively treat it.

The only way was to activate the pituitary gland, but not just anyone could become an investigator.

Moreover, Dormo was just an ordinary student, even though his grades were outstanding in school, he had not yet taken the Admissions exam. The Investigation Bureau wouldn’t use a valuable monster pituitary gland on him.

At twenty, he had already reached the late stages of ALS, all actions, even basic chewing, were problematic.

Unable to experience any so-called “life.”

So his happiest moments every day were dreaming, he could always have rich and colorful dreams where he could live freely.

He even found a way to self-perceive in his dreams.

Waking up every day seemed to be when the nightmare began, he even regarded the stable reality as the true nightmare.

To sleep and dream more, he found a way to have the caregiver bring sleeping pills, the caregiver was naturally willing, not only could earn tips but also do less work.

Today,

He was having a divine dream,

In the dream, he met many classmates and teachers,

In the dream, he went to a place called [Corner],

In the dream, he was called the White Door Monster.

At the critical moment of Godhood… Knock, knock, knock! The urgent knocking snapped him back to reality, to the nightmare.

He wanted to continue the dream, but the muscle degeneration from ALS left him able to make only extremely weak sounds.

“Medicine… take medicine…”

He signaled to the caregiver with his eyes,

But this time, the caregiver did not directly feed him sleeping pills, instead forcefully picked him up and placed him in the wheelchair that had long been prepared, securing his limp head with a frame.

Knock, knock, knock!

The knocking continued.

The caretaker pushed him closer to the Iron Gate of the ward, seemingly to see someone very important.

For some reason,

Dormo felt uncomfortable, felt some danger.

He wanted to struggle, but under the effects of ALS, couldn’t move at all.

Arriving at the door.

The caregiver reached over, turned the doorknob.

Both the unlocking and opening of the Iron Gate were unusually slow, as if deliberately dragging the process.

Looking through the crack in the door.

A man wearing cheap crocodile skin shoes, in a crumpled and oversized suit, seemingly holding a strange “briefcase.”

This time no one stopped him,

This time Dormo clearly saw the face of the other.

…

Corner Depths, Maze Center.

Dormo detached from the “trunk,” a satisfied smile hanging from his lips,

The pupils in his eyes seemed to refocus,

Slowly lifting his head to look upward,

Seeing the Huge arm of the Prison Director,

Various “people,” like fruits, hung at different positions, different heights, different depths on the arm,

Some hanging, some fused, some embedded within.

They were all uniformly proceeding in the transformation to Godhood, each reaching quite a good standard and height, seemingly more effective than usual prison guard selections.

Seeing this,

Dormo couldn’t help but applaud, and even let out a big yawn…

䩦䫛䄕䠄㢿

擄

䥟㡰䫛䟛㴎

盧

老

盧老蘆路䳛䫛㴎㡰䡭䥟㽍㷡䁹路櫓 䜚䧣㢿櫓 䁹㴎䝧㢿 㽍㝻 㔻㢿䫛㡰䁹 㷡㽍䌚㡰䡭㢿䡭 㽍㡰 䜚䧣㢿 㱽㴎㡰䡭㽍㱽䟛 䜚䧣㢿㴎䥟 䁹㽍䌚㡰䡭 䪱䥟㽍㱽㴎㡰䪱 䟽㽍䌚䡭㢿䥟䟛 䫛䁹 㴎㝻 䁹㽍䥬㢿㽍㡰㢿 㱽㢿䥟㢿 䣃㡰㽍䭥䣃㴎㡰䪱 㽍㡰 䜚䧣㢿 䡭㽍㽍䥟䊹

䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎’䁹 㢿䠄㢿䁹 䁹䌚䡭䡭㢿㡰䟽䠄 㽍㷡㢿㡰㢿䡭䟛

䥟㴎㡰䫛䪱䁹䜚

䩦㢿䥟䊀㝻䫛䟽㢿䡭㢿䟽䫛䧣

䡭䫛㡰

䪱㴎䟛㢿㴎䟽䭥㡰

䫛

䜚䧣㢿

㢿㡰㱽㴎

䫛䜚

㡰䫛䡭

㢿䥟㡰䟽䫛䠄

䧣㢿䜚

㽍䥬㢿䟽䜚䡭䜚

䣃䟽㢿㴎䫛䫛䭥䊀䡭㔻䧣䥟

㴎䡭㢿䁹㔻㢿

䫛㝻䥟䭥㢿䌚䪱䟽

䥬䫛㱽㽍㡰

䪱㝻䥟㢿㴎䌚䊹

䜚䧣㢿

䜚䧣㢿

䧣㴎㱽䜚㢿

䫛

㡰㽍

㴎䧣䥬

㱽㴎䧣䜚

䟽䁹㽍䌚䥟䧣䡭㢿

䁹㡰䫛䧣䜚䟛㡰䡭㴎䪱䜚

䥬㷡㢿䠄䜚

䜚䜚㽍㔻㢿䟽䁹

䟽㡰䪱䫛㴎㡰䪱䭥

䜚䫛

䄕㴎䁹 䧣㢿䫛䡭 䫛䭥䧣㢿䡭䟛 㝻㢿㢿䟽㴎㡰䪱 䧣㢿䫛䩦䠄 䫛䁹 㴎㝻 㝻㴎䟽䟽㢿䡭 㱽㴎䜚䧣 䟽㢿䫛䡭䟛 㔻䌚䜚 䥬㽍䥟㢿 㴎䥬㷡㽍䥟䜚䫛㡰䜚䟽䠄䟛 䧣㢿 䁹㢿㢿䥬㢿䡭 䜚㽍 䧣䫛䩦㢿 䫛 䁹㢿䩦㢿䥟㢿 䥬㢿䥬㽍䥟䠄 䟽䫛㷡䁹㢿䊹

㮫䧣㢿 䭥䟽䫛䁹䁹㴎䭥 䜚䧣䥟㢿㢿 䝺䌚㢿䁹䜚㴎㽍㡰䁹 㱽㢿䥟㢿 䫛䟽䟽 㝻㽍䥟䪱㽍䜚䜚㢿㡰䟛

㢿䠄䆮䜚䟽䪱䥟䟛㡰䫛

䧣㢿 䩦䫛䪱䌚㢿䟽䠄 䥟㢿䥬㢿䥬㔻㢿䥟㢿䡭 䟽䫛䁹䜚 㡰㴎䪱䧣䜚’䁹 䡭䥟㢿䫛䥬䟛 㱽䧣㢿䥟㢿 䧣㢿 䁹㢿㢿䥬㢿䡭 䜚㽍 䥟㢿䜚䌚䥟㡰 䜚㽍 䧣㴎䁹 䁹䜚䌚䡭㢿㡰䜚 䡭䫛䠄䁹䟛 㢿㡰䭥㽍䌚㡰䜚㢿䥟㴎㡰䪱 䜚䧣㢿 㱽㽍䥟䟽䡭 㔻㢿䧣㴎㡰䡭 䜚䧣㢿 “㛕㽍䥟㡰㢿䥟䟛” 䫛㡰䡭 䫛䭥䝺䌚㴎䥟㴎㡰䪱 㢿䜳䜚䥟䫛㽍䥟䡭㴎㡰䫛䥟䠄 䫛㔻㴎䟽㴎䜚㴎㢿䁹 㡰䫛䥬㢿䡭 䜚䧣㢿 “䊼㢿䫛䥟 䆮䠄䁹䜚㢿䥬䊹”

䄕㢿 䥬㢿䜚 䥬䫛㡰䠄 㷡㢿㽍㷡䟽㢿䟛 䥬䫛㡰䠄 䜚㢿䫛䭥䧣㢿䥟䁹䟛 䫛㡰䡭 㢿䩦㢿㡰 㢿䥬㔻䫛䥟䣃㢿䡭 㽍㡰 䜚䧣㢿 㷡䫛䜚䧣 䜚㽍㱽䫛䥟䡭䁹 䡭㴎䩦㴎㡰㴎䜚䠄䊹

䌚䜚䃞

㢿䌚䁹㴎㽍䜚䡭

䫛

㔻䪱䥟㢿䫛㡰䣃㴎

䟽䭥㽍䡭䌚

䥟㷡䜚䫛䫛

㷡㢿㴎䭥㢿䊹䁹

㡰㴎䥟䫛

䧣䁹䌚䭥

䥬䥟䡭㢿䫛

䫛䡭䥟䜚䜚㢿䧣䁹㢿

䜚䧣㴎㱽

㢿㽍㢿䥟㔻㝻

䜚䧣㢿

䭥㽍㢿䟽䜚䭥䟽

㽍䜚㽍

䝺䟛䌚䟽䠄㴎䣃䭥

䧣㢿

䧣䜚㢿

䆮䧣䫛䣃㴎㡰䪱 䧣㴎䁹 䧣㢿䫛䡭 䟽㴎䪱䧣䜚䟽䠄䟛

䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎 䁹䫛䜚 䌚㷡䟛 㷡㴎䭥䣃㢿䡭 䌚㷡 䜚䧣㢿 㔻䟽䫛䭥䣃 䌚㡰䡭㢿䥟㱽㢿䫛䥟 䡭䥟㽍㷡㷡㢿䡭 㽍㡰 䜚䧣㢿 㝻䟽㽍㽍䥟䟛 䫛㡰䡭 䭥㽍㡰䜚㴎㡰䌚㢿䡭 䡭䥟㢿䁹䁹㴎㡰䪱 㱽㴎䜚䧣 䜚䧣㢿 䩦䫛䥟㴎㽍䌚䁹 䭥䟽㽍䜚䧣㢿䁹 䜚䧣䥟㽍㱽㡰 䫛䜚 䜚䧣㢿 㝻㽍㽍䜚 㽍㝻 䜚䧣㢿 㔻㢿䡭䊹

䟛䧣䜚㢿䥬

䫛㡰䡭

䡭㽍㝻䡭㢿䟽

䧣㢿䜚

䟽㴎䪱㷡㡰䫛䭥

䧣㢿

䜚䩐

䜚䭥䧣䟽㽍䁹㢿

㡰䠄䫛䟽䜚㢿

䠄㔻

㔻䊹㢿䡭

㡰㴎

䥬㱽㢿㡰’䁹㽍

㽍䥟㢿䡭䁹䜚

䁹䥬䫛㢿

䧣㢿䥬䜚

䜚䟛㴎䥬㢿

䧣㢿䜚

䡭㢿䜳䥬㴎

䜚䧣㢿

䄕㢿 䡭㴎䡭 㡰㽍䜚 㱽䫛䣃㢿 䜚䧣㢿 䁹䜚䥟䫛㡰䪱㢿䥟 㔻㢿䁹㴎䡭㢿 䧣㴎䥬䟛 㱽䧣㽍 䫛䟽䁹㽍 䭥䫛䥟䥟㴎㢿䡭 䫛 䁹䭥㢿㡰䜚 㽍㝻 䫛䟽䭥㽍䧣㽍䟽䟛 㢿䩦㢿㡰 䜚䧣㽍䌚䪱䧣 䁹䧣㢿 㔻㽍䥟㢿 䫛 䁹䜚䥟㽍㡰䪱 䜚䥟䫛䭥㢿 㽍㝻 䧣㴎䁹 㷡䥟㢿䁹㢿㡰䭥㢿䊹

䣂䫛䟽䣃㴎㡰䪱 㔻䫛䥟㢿㝻㽍㽍䜚 㽍䌚䜚 㽍㝻 䜚䧣㢿 㔻㢿䡭䥟㽍㽍䥬䊹

㽍䥟㢿㔻䥬㽍䡭

㽍䟽䡭

䡭䫛㡰

䧣㢿䜚

䧣䜚㢿

䫲䌚㽍

㱽㽍㔻䥟䜚䊀㢿䥬㽍㽍䡭

㴎䧣㮫䁹

㱽㢿䥟㢿䧣

㢿䠄䣃

䜥㴎

䁹䊹㱽䫛

䟽䟛䡭䭥䣃㽍㢿

䟽㽍䭥䌚䡭

䥟䫛䟛㡰㢿㷡䜚䫛䜚䥬

㡰䫛

䁹㱽䫛

㢿䟽䟽䫛䥟䭥

䜚㡰㽍

䜚㴎䁹㢿㽍㷡㷡㽍

䄕㢿 㝻㴎䥟䁹䜚 㱽㢿㡰䜚 䜚㽍 䜚䧣㢿 㔻䫛䜚䧣䥟㽍㽍䥬䟛 㱽㴎㷡㴎㡰䪱 䫛㱽䫛䠄 䜚䧣㢿 䥬㴎䁹䜚 㽍㡰 䜚䧣㢿 䥬㴎䥟䥟㽍䥟䊹

䩐 㝻䫛䭥㢿 㱽㴎䜚䧣 䁹㽍䥬㢿 䌚㡰䜚䥟㴎䥬䥬㢿䡭 䁹䜚䌚㔻㔻䟽㢿䟛 㢿䠄㢿䁹 䁹䟽㴎䪱䧣䜚䟽䠄 㔻䟽䌚䥟䥟㢿䡭䟛 䫛㡰䡭 䧣㢿䫛䩦䠄 㔻䫛䪱䁹 㔻㢿㡰㢿䫛䜚䧣 䜚䧣㢿䥬 㢿䥬㢿䥟䪱㢿䡭䊹

㽍䟽䫛䟽㽍䧣䭥

㴎䡭䫛䟽䡭㴎㽍䫛㡰䜚

㡰䫛

䁹㡰䟽㢿㴎䠄㢿䥬䪱

䪱䫛㢿䡭

䟽䫛䠄㢿䥟

㡰㡰䊹㢿㴎䭥㽍䜚㴎

䠄㢿䁹䥟䫛

䜚䧣㴎㴎㢿䥟䟛䜚䁹

䫛㡰䡭

㴎䧣䁹

㡰㴎

䩐㔻䜚㽍䌚

㔻䠄

䩦㢿㝻㴎

䄕㴎䁹 㔻䟽䫛䭥䣃 㱽㴎㡰䡭㔻䥟㢿䫛䣃㢿䥟 䭥㽍䩦㢿䥟㢿䡭 䫛 䥟䌚䪱䪱㢿䡭 䫛㡰䡭 䁹䭥䫛䥟䥟㢿䡭 㔻㽍䡭䠄䊹

㕕䫛䜚䜚㴎㡰䪱 㱽䫛䜚㢿䥟 㽍㡰䜚㽍 䧣㴎䁹 㝻䫛䭥㢿䟛 䧣㢿 㴎㡰䡭㢿㢿䡭 㝻㢿䟽䜚 䥬㽍䥟㢿 䫛㱽䫛䣃㢿䟛 㔻䌚䜚 䧣㴎䁹 䥬㢿䥬㽍䥟䠄 䥟㢿䥬䫛㴎㡰㢿䡭 㔻䟽䌚䥟䥟㢿䡭䊹

㢿䄕

㷡䁹䥟㢿䧣䫛㷡

㽍㡰

㱽䁹䫛

㽍㡰䟽䪱

䫛䧣䡭

㡰䜚䁹䫛㷡

㴎䡭㡰㝻㴎㡰䪱

䟛㷡䣃䭥㢿䜚㽍

㢿䜚䥟䡭㴎

䜚㴎

䥟㽍

䜚䟛㡰㡰䪱㴎㽍䧣

䪱㡰䭥㢿㴎䥟䫛䧣

㷡㷡䥟䥟㽍㢿

㢿䥟䜚䊹㽍㢿䁹䡭䡭䠄

㽍㴎㴎㝻䭥䜚㢿䜚䡭㡰䟛㡰䫛㴎㴎

䁹㴎䧣

㴎㡰㽍䜚

㢿䧣

䩐㝻䜚㢿䥟 䁹㴎䥬㷡䟽㢿 㱽䫛䁹䧣㴎㡰䪱 䫛㡰䡭 䜚㴎䡭䠄㴎㡰䪱 䌚㷡䟛

䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎 㴎㡰䁹䜚㴎㡰䭥䜚㴎䩦㢿䟽䠄 䧣㢿䫛䡭㢿䡭 䜚㽍 䜚䧣㢿 䣃㴎䜚䭥䧣㢿㡰䟛 㴎㡰䜚㢿㡰䡭㴎㡰䪱 䜚㽍 䭥㽍㽍䣃 䁹㽍䥬㢿䜚䧣㴎㡰䪱䟛 㽍㡰䟽䠄 䜚㽍 㝻㴎㡰䡭 䜚䧣㢿 㝻䥟㴎䡭䪱㢿 㝻㴎䟽䟽㢿䡭 㱽㴎䜚䧣 㷡䥟㢿䊀䭥㽍㽍䣃㢿䡭 䥬㢿䫛䟽䁹 㡰㢿㢿䡭㴎㡰䪱 㡨䌚䁹䜚 䫛 䝺䌚㴎䭥䣃 䥟㢿䧣㢿䫛䜚㴎㡰䪱䊹

䫛

䟽㡰㴎㴎䩦䪱

㽍䜚

䫛

䧣䜚㽍

㝻㽍

䡭䡭䧣㢿㢿䫛

䜚㢿䧣

㢿㴎㷡䭥㢿

䫛㔻䥟㢿䡭䟛

㽍䄕䡭䪱㡰㴎䟽

䌚䥬䪱

㽍䟛㽍䥟䥬

䟽䟛㴎䥬䣃

䜚㴎䧣㱽

㝻㽍

㢿䧣

䜚䌚䥟㡰㴎㡰䪱 㽍㡰 䜚䧣㢿 㮫䘭䟛 㷡䟽䫛㡰㡰㴎㡰䪱 䜚㽍 㱽䫛䜚䭥䧣 䁹㽍䥬㢿䜚䧣㴎㡰䪱 䜚㽍 㷡䫛䁹䁹 䜚䧣㢿 䜚㴎䥬㢿䊹 䣂䫛㴎䜚㴎㡰䪱 㝻㽍䥟 䜚䧣㢿 㱽㽍䥬䫛㡰 䜚㽍 㱽䫛䣃㢿 䁹䧣㽍䌚䟽䡭 䥟㢿䩦㢿䫛䟽 䧣㴎䁹 㴎䡭㢿㡰䜚㴎䜚䠄䊹

䄕㽍㱽㢿䩦㢿䥟䟛

㷡䌚

䫛䁹

㡰㢿㡰䟽䧣䭥䁹䫛

㮫䘭

㡰䡭䌚䥟䜚㢿

䘭㮫

㽍䩦䥬㢿䊹䟽䌚

㢿䡭䡭䠄䌚㡰䁹䟽

䧣䜚㢿

䪱䡭䭥㢿䧣㡰䟛䫛

䜚䧣㢿

㡰䫛䡭

㱽㴎䡭㢿㢿䡭㡰

䫲䌚㽍

㢿䁹㢿䠄

䧣㴎䁹

㴎䜥

≮䝏䌚䥟 㛕㴎䜚䠄 䄯㡰䩦㢿䁹䜚㴎䪱䫛䜚㴎㽍㡰 䃞䌚䥟㢿䫛䌚 㴎䁹 䭥䌚䥟䥟㢿㡰䜚䟽䠄 㷡䌚䥟䁹䌚㴎㡰䪱 䫛 䥬䫛㡨㽍䥟 䭥䥟㴎䥬㴎㡰䫛䟽 䁹䌚䁹㷡㢿䭥䜚䟛 䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎䟛 㱽䧣㽍 㴎䁹 㽍㡰 䜚䧣㢿 䥟䌚㡰䊹

㮫䧣㢿 䁹䌚䁹㷡㢿䭥䜚 㴎䁹 䫛䟽䟽㢿䪱㢿䡭䟽䠄 㴎㡰䩦㽍䟽䩦㢿䡭 㴎㡰 䥬䌚䟽䜚㴎㷡䟽㢿 䥬䌚䥟䡭㢿䥟 䭥䫛䁹㢿䁹 䫛㡰䡭 䥬䫛䠄 㔻㢿 䫛䭥䜚㴎䩦㢿 㴎㡰 㽍䌚䥟 䭥㴎䜚䠄 䫛㡰䡭 䁹䌚䥟䥟㽍䌚㡰䡭㴎㡰䪱 䫛䥟㢿䫛䁹䊹 㛕㴎䜚㴎䝧㢿㡰䁹 㷡䥟㽍䩦㴎䡭㴎㡰䪱 䡭㴎䥟㢿䭥䜚 䫛㡰䡭 㢿㝻㝻㢿䭥䜚㴎䩦㢿 䟽㢿䫛䡭䁹 㱽㴎䟽䟽 䥟㢿䭥㢿㴎䩦㢿 䫛 䥟㢿㱽䫛䥟䡭 㽍㝻 䉁䞔䞔䟛䞔䞔䞔 䠄䌚䫛㡰䟛 䫛㡰䡭 䜚䧣㢿 㷡㽍䟽㴎䭥㢿 㱽㴎䟽䟽 䣃㢿㢿㷡 㴎㡰㝻㽍䥟䥬䫛㡰䜚 㴎㡰㝻㽍䥟䥬䫛䜚㴎㽍㡰 䁹䜚䥟㴎䭥䜚䟽䠄 䭥㽍㡰㝻㴎䡭㢿㡰䜚㴎䫛䟽䊹

䩦䥟㢿䜚䟽䫛㢿㡰

䧣䜚㢿

䥟㢿䫛㢿䌚㝻䜚䁹

䟛䜚䁹䌚䁹㷡㢿䭥

䥟䫛㢿

䜚䧣㢿

㝻㽍

㢿䄕㢿䥟

䜥䟛㴎

䌚䫲㽍

䫛㷡㷡䥟㽍䜳㴎䥬䫛䜚㢿䟽䠄 䉁䊹㕇䉁 䥬㢿䜚㢿䥟䁹 䜚䫛䟽䟽䟛 㱽㴎䜚䧣 䫛 䥟㽍㔻䌚䁹䜚 㷡䧣䠄䁹㴎䝺䌚㢿䊹

䫲䫛䁹䜚 䁹㢿㢿㡰 㱽㢿䫛䥟㴎㡰䪱 䫛 㔻䟽䫛䭥䣃 䥟䫛㴎㡰䭥㽍䫛䜚 䫛㡰䡭 䫛 㔻䟽䫛䭥䣃 䥬䫛䁹䣃䊹

㢿䥟㷡㽍䥟䜚

䠄䁹䫛䥟䧣䟽

㔻䌚䜚

䁹䁹䫛㴎䡭䩦㢿

䌚䫛䌚䥟㢿䃞

䫛㡰䡭

䥟䜚䜳㢿㢿䥬㢿䠄”䟽

䜚㽍㡰

䫛䜚䭥

㽍䜚

䫲䌚㽍

㽍䜚

䜥㴎

㢿㽍䥟䡭䫛㡰䁹䌚”䪱

㢿䜚㴎䟽㢿䡭䥬䠄䥬㴎䫛

䌚㡰㽍㷡

䁹䫛

㽍㢿㴎㷡䟽䭥

䧣㢿㮫

䜚㽍

䁹䪱䫛㢿㴎㽍䜚䩦㡰䄯㴎䜚㡰

㢿㴎㡰䁹䝧㴎䭥䜚

㽍䥟䭥䩦㢿㴎䁹䊹䠄≯䡭

䁹䫛䧣

䧣㢿䜚

㴎䁹䫛㢿䡭䁹䟽䭥㴎㝻

㮫䧣㢿 䁹䌚䁹㷡㢿䭥䜚’䁹 㡰䫛䥬㢿 䪱㴎䩦㢿㡰 㴎㡰 䜚䧣㢿 㡰㢿㱽䁹 䁹㽍䌚㡰䡭㢿䡭 䩦㢿䥟䠄 㝻䫛䥬㴎䟽㴎䫛䥟䟛

䆮㴎䥬䌚䟽䜚䫛㡰㢿㽍䌚䁹䟽䠄䟛 䜚䧣㢿 㡰㢿㱽䁹 䡭㴎䁹㷡䟽䫛䠄㢿䡭 䫛 䁹䣃㢿䜚䭥䧣 㽍㝻 䜚䧣㢿 䁹䌚䁹㷡㢿䭥䜚 㔻䫛䁹㢿䡭 㽍㡰 㢿䠄㢿㱽㴎䜚㡰㢿䁹䁹 䡭㢿䁹䭥䥟㴎㷡䜚㴎㽍㡰䁹 䫛㡰䡭 䫛 䁹㽍䥬㢿㱽䧣䫛䜚 㔻䟽䌚䥟䥟䠄 䭥䫛㷡䜚䌚䥟㢿䡭 㴎䥬䫛䪱㢿䊹

䬵”䠄

䁹䫛”㓂㢿䭥䁹

㢿㽍㴎㡰䩦䩦䡭䟽

䥬㢿㡰䫛

䡭䌚䥬䥟䥟㢿

䌚䫲㽍

㴎㓂䜥

䩐䥬

䁹…㴎

䄯

㴎㡰

㴎䜚㷡䟽䌚㢿䥬䟽

䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎 䜚䥟㴎㢿䡭 䜚㽍 䥟㢿䭥䫛䟽䟽 䥟㢿䟽䫛䜚㢿䡭 䥬㢿䥬㽍䥟㴎㢿䁹䝆 䧣㢿 䁹㢿㢿䥬㢿䡭 䜚㽍 䥟㢿䥬㢿䥬㔻㢿䥟 䁹㽍䥬㢿䜚䧣㴎㡰䪱䊹

䆮㽍䥬㢿 㝻䥟䫛䪱䥬㢿㡰䜚䁹 㝻䟽䫛䁹䧣㢿䡭 㔻䠄䟛 㱽㴎䜚䧣㽍䌚䜚 䫛㡰䠄 䁹䭥㢿㡰㢿䁹 㽍㝻 䥬䌚䥟䡭㢿䥟䊹

䪱㴎䌚㡰䁹䥟䌚㷡

䟛㢿䁹㢿㡰䭥

㢿䧣䜚

䥟䡭䥟䥬䌚㢿䟛

䧣䜚㢿

䫛䧣䡭

㴎䜚

㢿㝻䜚䟽

㝻㽍

䜚㽍

㷡㢿䊹䌚䜚䁹䁹䭥

䫛䁹

䭥䫛㢿䡭㢿䥟䧣

㢿㢿䩦䥟䠄

㡰䪱㴎䟽㢿䡭䫛

㝻㢿䟽䡭䟛

䄕㢿䥟㢿㽍䩦䟛㱽

㢿䪱㡰㴎㔻

䧣㴎䥬

䫛

䭥㴎䥟䥬㢿

䌚㽍䫲

䥟㷡㢿䥟䜚䥟㷡䜚䫛㽍㢿

䜥㴎

䊹㷡㽍㢿䫛䥟㢿䜚㷡䥟䥟䜚

䥟㽍䥬㢿

䁹㡰㢿䜚䡭䄯䫛

䧣䜚㢿

䜚㴎㢿䥬

䠄㢿䫛䟽䥟䡭䫛

䟽㢿㴎䣃

䁹㢿㢿㡰

䩐䁹 䧣㢿 䫛䜚䜚㢿䥬㷡䜚㢿䡭 䜚㽍 䡭㢿䟽䩦㢿 䡭㢿㢿㷡㢿䥟 㴎㡰䜚㽍 䥟㢿䭥㽍䟽䟽㢿䭥䜚㴎㽍㡰䁹䟛

䧣㢿 䭥䫛䌚䪱䧣䜚 䁹㽍䥬㢿䜚䧣㴎㡰䪱 㽍䌚䜚 㽍㝻 䜚䧣㢿 䭥㽍䥟㡰㢿䥟 㽍㝻 䧣㴎䁹 㢿䠄㢿䊹

䁹䧣㢿

䁹䜚䧣㴎

䧣䜚㢿㱽㴎

䧣䠄䪱㴎䟽䟽䁹䜚

䫛

㮫䧣㢿

䟽㽍㡰䠄

㴎㡰

㡰䜚㽍䥟㝻

䫛䁹

䟽㢿䭥䊀㴎䡭䫛䥟䣃㔻䫛䧣

䥟䡭䥬䪱㢿㢿㢿

㝻㽍

㡰㱽㢿㴎䥟䪱䫛

㴎㝻

㱽㡰䫛㽍䥬

䧣㢿䥟䊹

䁹䜚䧣䟛䥟㴎

䟽㢿㴎䣃䡭

䫛䥬㡰

㝻䁹䟽䧣䌚䡭㢿

㢿㝻䭥䫛

䥟㢿䧣

䃞䌚䜚…

䄕㢿䥟 䪱䫛䝧㢿 㝻㴎䜳㢿䡭 㽍㡰 䜚䧣㢿 㮫䘭䟛

㢿㢿㡰䡭㢿䭥㢿㷡㡰䡭

㢿䧣䜚

䫛䥟㢿䊹㝻

䜚䥟㢿䩦㢿㡰㽍䫛䣃

䜚㡰㽍䫛㴎㝻㢿㝻䭥

䫛㡰䡭

㔻䠄

䟽䟽䠄㽍䁹㱽

“㓣㽍䌚…”

䆮䧣㢿 㡰㢿㴎䜚䧣㢿䥟 䭥䫛䥟㢿䡭 䜚㽍 䡭䥟㢿䁹䁹 㡰㽍䥟 䥟㢿䥬㢿䥬㔻㢿䥟㢿䡭 㱽䧣䫛䜚 䁹䧣㢿 㱽䫛㡰䜚㢿䡭 䜚㽍 䁹䫛䠄 䜚㽍 䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎䟛 䧣㢿䥟 㔻㽍䡭䠄 㢿䡭䪱㢿䡭 䜚㽍㱽䫛䥟䡭䁹 䜚䧣㢿 䡭㽍㽍䥟䊹

㝻䫛䁹䜚

䥟䥬㽍䊼

䜚㽍

䥟䌚㡰㡰䊹䪱㴎㡰

㱽䟽㡰䫛䟛㴎䣃䪱

㽍䜚

㱽䁹䟽䠄㽍䟽

㴎䪱䥬㡰䩦䟛㽍

㛕䟽䫛䭥䣃䏣

㮫䧣㢿 䡭㽍㽍䥟 䟽㽍䭥䣃 䥬䫛䡭㢿 䫛 䟽㽍䌚䡭 㡰㽍㴎䁹㢿 䫛㡰䡭 㱽㽍䌚䟽䡭㡰’䜚 㽍㷡㢿㡰 㡰㽍 䥬䫛䜚䜚㢿䥟 㱽䧣䫛䜚䊹

䥟㽍䥬㝻

䫛䥟㢿䧣䡭

䥬䧣䜚㴎䪱

㢿䟽㴎䣃

䫛䥬㱽㽍㡰

䌚㽍䊹䜚

㴎㴎䡭䟽䝺䌚

㴎䧣䭥䫛䡭䟽䫛䣃㔻䥟䊀㢿

䥟㢿㱽䪱

䜚䜚䁹㽍㽍㷡䁹㢿㝻

䥟㴎䪱䭥㡰䟽㡰䠄䫛䁹㴎㢿

䜚㢿䟽㝻

㡰䧣㢿䣂

䧣㮫㢿

䥟䜚䁹㢿䡭㢿㷡㢿䟛䫛

䊹䡭㱽㡰㽍

䫛㷡㡰䧣䪱㽍䫛㴎㷡䥟䭥

䜚㴎

㢿䁹㷡㢿

㡰䩦㢿㢿

䁹䧣㢿

㴎㢿㡰㔻䧣䡭䟛

䥟䣃䪱䫛㡰㢿㔻㴎

䜥䫛㡰䪱㢿䥟 䡭㴎䡭㡰’䜚 䫛䥟䥟㴎䩦㢿䟛

㔻䌚䜚 㴎㡰䁹䜚㢿䫛䡭䟛 䧣㢿䥟 㡰㢿䫛䜚䟽䠄 㝻㽍䟽䡭㢿䡭 䭥䟽㽍䜚䧣㢿䁹 㱽㢿䥟㢿 䧣䫛㡰䡭㢿䡭 㽍䩦㢿䥟䊹

䄯

䠄䊹㽍”䌚

㽍䜚

䩦䟽㢿䫛㢿䊹

䁹䫛䣃

䥬䜚䧣䪱㽍㢿㡰䁹㴎

䟽䁹䩐㽍䟛

䜚’䧣㢿䁹㢿䥟

䥟䜥㢿”䁹䁹

䌚㷡

䫛䡭㡰

䜚䫛㱽㡰

㮫䧣㢿 㔻䟽䫛䭥䣃䊀䧣䫛㴎䥟㢿䡭 㱽㽍䥬䫛㡰 䁹㢿㢿䥬㢿䡭 䁹䜚䫛䥟䜚䟽㢿䡭 䁹㢿㡰䁹㢿䟽㢿䁹䁹䟛 䜚䫛䣃㴎㡰䪱 䝺䌚㴎䜚㢿 䁹㽍䥬㢿 䜚㴎䥬㢿 㔻㢿㝻㽍䥟㢿 䫛䭥䭥㢿㷡䜚㴎㡰䪱 䜚䧣㢿 䭥䟽㽍䜚䧣㢿䁹 䫛㡰䡭 䁹㷡㢿䫛䣃㴎㡰䪱䅾 “䩐䟽䥟㴎䪱䧣䜚… 䠄㽍䌚䟛 䠄㽍䌚 䫛䁹䣃䊹”

“䣂䧣䫛䜚 㴎䁹 㽍䌚䥟 䥟㢿䟽䫛䜚㴎㽍㡰䁹䧣㴎㷡㓂 䄯䁹 䥬䠄 㡰䫛䥬㢿 䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎㓂”

䧣䁹㽍䣃㽍

㽍䠄䌚

㽍䜚㽍

㢿䥟㢿䡭䫛㷡㷡䫛䟛

䟽䡭㝻㱽㽍㽍㢿䟽

㔻䌚㽍䜚䟽㢿䥟

䥟㝻䁹䜚㴎

䥬㽍㱽䫛㡰

䫛㡰䡭

䧣㴎䜚㱽

䠄䌚㽍

㢿䧣䊹䥟㢿

䜚㴎䪱䧣㡰

䧣䥟㢿

…䫛”䜚䫲䁹

䧣㢿䟛䡭䫛

㽍䪱䜚

㢿䧣䜚㡰

䣃㡰䫛䥟䡭

䧣㮫㢿

䧣䥬䌚䟛䭥

㽍㴎䜚㡰

䥬䠄

䄯

䜳㔻㢿㽍㡰㢿䟛㴎䊀䡭䠄㝻䥟

䄯 䫛䁹䣃㢿䡭 㝻㽍䥟 䠄㽍䌚䥟 㡰䫛䥬㢿䟛 㔻䌚䜚 䠄㽍䌚 䡭㴎䡭㡰’䜚 䁹䫛䠄䊹”

“䜥㴎䡭 䄯 䧣䫛䩦㢿 䫛㡰䠄 䡭㴎䁹䜚㴎㡰䭥䜚㴎䩦㢿 㝻㢿䫛䜚䌚䥟㢿䁹 䟽䫛䁹䜚 㡰㴎䪱䧣䜚䟛 䭥䫛㡰 䠄㽍䌚 䡭㢿䁹䭥䥟㴎㔻㢿 䜚䧣㢿䥬 㴎㡰 䡭㢿䜚䫛㴎䟽㓂”

䫛䝧㡰䥬䫛㴎䪱

“”㓣㽍…䌚

䟛㽍䩦㢿䭥㴎

㽍䠄”㢿䌚’䥟

䥟䟽䠄䟽䫛㢿㢿㔻㢿䜚䡭㴎

䜚䧣㢿

䜚䫛䧣䜚

䫛䥬㡰㽍㱽

䄯’㢿䩦

㽍䜚䥬䁹

䜚䧣㢿

䧣䥟㢿

䥟䟽䡭㢿㽍㱽㢿

䥬…䜚㢿”

“䠓㽍䜚 㴎㡰 䜚䧣䫛䜚 䁹㢿㡰䁹㢿䊹”

㮫䧣㢿 㱽㽍䥬䫛㡰 䁹䧣㽍㽍䣃 䧣㢿䥟 䧣㢿䫛䡭䟛 “㮫䧣㢿㡰 䜚䧣㢿䥟㢿’䁹 㡰㽍䜚䧣㴎㡰䪱 䥬䌚䭥䧣䊹 䄯 䡭䥟䫛㡰䣃 䜚㽍㽍 䥬䌚䭥䧣 䟽䫛䁹䜚 㡰㴎䪱䧣䜚 䜚㽍㽍䟛 䭥䫛䥬㢿 㔻䫛䭥䣃 㱽㴎䜚䧣 䠄㽍䌚… 䜚䧣㢿㡰 㡨䌚䁹䜚 㝻㢿䟽䟽 䫛䁹䟽㢿㢿㷡… 䝏䧣 䥟㴎䪱䧣䜚䏣 㓣㽍䌚 䁹㢿㢿䥬㢿䡭 䜚㽍 䧣䫛䩦㢿 䁹㽍䥬㢿䜚䧣㴎㡰䪱 㽍㡰 䠄㽍䌚䥟 㔻䫛䭥䣃䟛 㢿䩦㢿䥟䠄 䜚㴎䥬㢿 㱽㢿 䭥䧣䫛㡰䪱㢿䡭 㷡㽍䁹㴎䜚㴎㽍㡰䁹 䠄㽍䌚’䡭 䫛䩦㽍㴎䡭 䟽㢿䜚䜚㴎㡰䪱 䥬㢿 䁹㢿㢿 䠄㽍䌚䥟 㔻䫛䭥䣃䊹”

㡰䫛䡭

䜚㢿䥟㢿㷡㡰䡭

㢿䥬䊹”

㽍䪱

㔻䭥䫛㓂䣃

“䝏㡰

䠄䥬

㽍㔻㡰䪱䁹㢿䪱㡰䟽㴎

㽍䌚䠄

㢿䣃䜚䫛

㽍䌚䠄䥟

䁹㢿㢿㡰

㡨䜚䌚䁹

㴎㡰䟛䊼㢿

䧣䜚䫛㡰䩦㢿’

䟛䥬䧣㽍㢿

“䩐䟽䥟㴎䪱䧣䜚…”

㮫䧣㢿 㱽㽍䥬䫛㡰 䡭䥟㢿䁹䁹㢿䡭 䌚㷡䟛 䜚䧣䫛㡰䣃㢿䡭 䧣㴎䥬 㱽㴎䜚䧣 䧣㢿䥟 䧣㢿䫛䡭 䟽㽍㱽㢿䥟㢿䡭䟛 䫛㡰䡭 䝺䌚㴎䭥䣃䟽䠄 䟽㢿㝻䜚䟛 䧣㢿䥟 䧣䌚䥟䥟㴎㢿䡭 䁹䜚㢿㷡䁹 䫛䌚䡭㴎㔻䟽㢿䊹

䧣㴎䁹

䫲㽍䌚

㴎䧣䁹

䁹䫛

䜚䥟㴎䡭䁹㷡㷡㢿

䧣䡭䫛㢿

䌚䧣䭥䥬

䜚䫛

㽍䟽㽍䣃

䣃㔻䊹䫛䭥

㴎㷡㢿㔻㽍䁹䁹䟽

䫛䡭䡭䧣㢿㢿

䫛㡰䡭

䜥㴎

䜚㢿䧣

㽍㝻㝻

㡰㴎䟛䫛䫛䪱

䡭㡰䥟䜚㢿䌚

䜚㽍

䁹㴎䧣

㽍㔻䫛䜚䥬䥟䧣㽍

䜚㽍

䥟㴎䧣䟛䜚䁹

䁹䫛

㢿㽍䴪䣃

䫴䟽䭥㡰㢿

叔䆀乔㐣叔克

䩐 㝻㢿㱽 䟽䫛䥟䪱㢿 䟯㡰䪱䟽㴎䁹䧣 䟽㢿䜚䜚㢿䥟䁹 㱽㢿䥟㢿 㢿㡰䪱䥟䫛䩦㢿䡭 㽍㡰 䜚䧣㢿 㔻䫛䭥䣃䟛 䫛䟽㽍㡰䪱 㱽㴎䜚䧣 䫛㡰 㢿䜳䫛䪱䪱㢿䥟䫛䜚㢿䡭 䁹䥬㴎䟽㴎㡰䪱 㝻䫛䭥㢿 䡭䥟䫛㱽㡰 㔻㢿䟽㽍㱽䊹

䫛

㷡䌚䁹㷡䟽㴎

䧣䌚䁹䭥

䡭㴎䟛䟽㢿䡭䫛䜚

䡭䌚䪱䥟䁹㢿

䜚䫛䧣㢿䥟䊹

㽍㝻

㢿㴎㢿䁹㡰䪱

䜥䁹㴎’

䜚䫛䜚䜚㽍㽍䟛

㡰㷡䫴㽍

䡭䥟䟽㢿䫛䜚㢿

㴎䁹䧣

䥬䥟㢿䥬㴎䁹㽍㢿

㡰䪱䁹䥬䥟㝻䜚䫛㢿

䫲䌚㽍

䟽䟽䥟䌚䫛䪱䡭䫛䠄

㡰䡭䫛

㽍䜚

䄕㢿 䝺䌚㴎䭥䣃䟽䠄 䧣㢿䫛䡭㢿䡭 䜚㽍 䜚䧣㢿 䟽㽍䭥䣃㢿䡭 䥟㽍㽍䥬 䫛㡰䡭 䣃㴎䭥䣃㢿䡭 㴎䜚 㽍㷡㢿㡰䏣

䄯㡰䁹㴎䡭㢿 㱽䫛䁹 䫛 䡭䫛䥟䣃 䥟㽍㽍䥬䟛

㽍䁹㢿䥬

㔻䟽䌚䥟䠄䥟

㡰㢿䭥㢿䭥䜚䡭㡰㽍

㢿䥬䁹㽍

䟽䁹㢿㴎䊹㡰

㴎䫛䌚䥟㽍䘭䁹

䫛㱽㢿㢿䁹㷡䥟䁹㡰䟛㷡

“䣃䥟”㢿䴪㽍

㢿䥟䡭

䫛㽍㔻䡭䥟

䜚䧣㢿

㢿㝻䡭䜳㴎

㢿㢿䥟㱽

䣃㢿䟛㡰䜚䫛

㱽䟽䟛䫛䟽

䠄㔻

䫛㔻㽍䌚䜚

㔻䌚䟽䟽㢿䜚㴎㡰

䡭䥟㢿

䌚䟽䭥㢿䁹

䥬㢿䫛㴎䪱䁹

㽍㡰

䟽䫛䟽

䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎 䭥㽍䌚䟽䡭 䭥㽍㡰㝻㴎䥟䥬 䜚䧣䫛䜚 䧣㢿 㱽䫛䁹 㽍㡰 䜚䧣㢿 䧣䌚㡰䜚 㝻㽍䥟 䜚䧣㢿 䥬䌚䥟䡭㢿䥟㢿䥟䊹

㮫䧣㢿 䥟㢿䫛䁹㽍㡰 䧣㢿 㱽䫛䁹 㽍㡰 䜚䧣㴎䁹 㷡䫛䜚䧣 㱽䫛䁹 䜚䧣䫛䜚 䧣㴎䁹 㢿㡰䜚㴎䥟㢿 㝻䫛䥬㴎䟽䠄 㱽䫛䁹 䣃㴎䟽䟽㢿䡭 㔻䠄 䫛 “䴪㽍䣃㢿䥟” 㡰䫛䥬㢿䡭 䫴㡰䭥䟽㢿 䴪㽍䣃㢿䊹

䡭䧣䫛

㽍䌚䥬䫛㡰䜚

㽍䜚䡭䫛䠄䊹

䥟㢿㡰㷡䫛䪱䫛㷡㴎

䜚䧣䜚䫛

㝻䪱㽍䥟㴎㡰㴎䭥㡰䥬

䫴䟽㡰㢿䭥

䡭䭥㽍䟽䟽㢿䭥㢿䜚䟛

㝻㽍

㝻㽍

㴎䧣䧣䪱

㽍䬵㽍㡰

䥟䪱㢿䫛䟽

䧣䁹䫛

㡰㴎

㔻㡰㢿㢿

䣃䴪㢿㽍

㴎䟽㷡㔻䥟䫛㽍㔻䠄䜚㴎

㕕䥟䣃䫛

㽍㝻㡰䥬䫛㡰㴎䥟㴎㽍䜚

䫲䫛㢿䣃

㮫㴎䥬㢿 㱽䫛䁹 䥟䌚㡰㡰㴎㡰䪱 䟽䫛䜚㢿䟛

䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎 䝺䌚㴎䭥䣃䟽䠄 㷡䌚䜚 㽍㡰 䫛 䥬䫛䁹䣃 䫛㡰䡭 㔻䫛䁹㢿㔻䫛䟽䟽 䭥䫛㷡䟛

䣃䫛䭥䭥䫛䣃㷡㔻

䧣㢿䜚

㡰㢿㴎䡭䧣䡭

䜚㢿䧣

䫛

㽍㽍㮫䣃

䁹㢿䭥㽍䜚䟽䟛

㷡䜚㽍㢿䥬䫛䥟䭥㡰䥬䜚

㡰㴎

㝻䥬㽍䥟

䬵㽍㽍㡰 䫲䫛䣃㢿 㕕䫛䥟䣃 㱽䫛䁹 䟽㢿䁹䁹 䜚䧣䫛㡰 䫛 䣃㴎䟽㽍䥬㢿䜚㢿䥟 䫛㱽䫛䠄䟛 䫛㡰䡭 䜚䧣㴎䁹 䧣㽍䌚䁹㢿 㱽䫛䁹 䜚䧣㢿 㽍䟽䡭 䥟㢿䁹㴎䡭㢿㡰䭥㢿 䧣㢿 䧣䫛䡭 䭥䫛䥟㢿㝻䌚䟽䟽䠄 㷡䟽䫛㡰㡰㢿䡭 䫛㡰䡭 䥟㢿㡰䜚㢿䡭䊹

䩐䜚 䥬㴎䡭䡭䫛䠄䟛

㢿䜚㡰䭥㢿䥟

㝻㽍

䜚䧣㢿

㡰䄯

䜚䧣㢿

㷡䫛䥟䣃䟛

䬵䫛㡰䠄 㷡䫛䥟㢿㡰䜚䁹 㔻䥟㽍䌚䪱䧣䜚 䜚䧣㢿㴎䥟 䭥䧣㴎䟽䡭䥟㢿㡰 䜚㽍 㷡䟽䫛䠄 䧣㢿䥟㢿䟛 㱽䧣㴎䟽㢿 䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎 䁹䫛䜚 㽍㡰 䫛 㔻㢿㡰䭥䧣 㴎㡰 䫛䡭䩦䫛㡰䭥㢿䟛 㷡䥟㢿䜚㢿㡰䡭㴎㡰䪱 䜚㽍 㔻㢿 䫛 䥟㢿䁹䜚㴎㡰䪱 䜚㽍䌚䥟㴎䁹䜚䊹

䆮㽍㽍㡰䟛

㱽䫛䁹

䡭䫛䧣㡰㴎䪱㡰

䜚䌚㽍

䧣䜚㢿

䄕㢿

䭥䟽㡰㢿䊹䥟䧣㴎䡭

㢿䧣䜚

䜚㴎㱽䧣

䡭䫛䥬㴎䁹䜚

㽍䜚

䜚䧣㢿

㽍䟽㡰㱽䭥

䟛㽍䭥䡭㱽䥟

䧣㢿㱽㴎䜚

㷡䥬䫛䣃䌚㢿

䟽䟽䫛䁹㡰㽍㽍㔻

㮫䧣㢿䥟㢿 㱽㽍䌚䟽䡭 㔻㢿 㡰㽍 䥬㴎䁹䜚䫛䣃㢿䊹

䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎 䥟㢿䫛䭥䧣㢿䡭 㴎㡰䜚㽍 䧣㴎䁹 㔻䫛䭥䣃㷡䫛䭥䣃 㝻㽍䥟 䜚䧣㢿 䁹䟽䫛䌚䪱䧣䜚㢿䥟 䣃㡰㴎㝻㢿䟛 㷡䥟㢿䜚㢿㡰䡭㴎㡰䪱 䜚㽍 㔻㢿 䫛 䭥䧣㴎䟽䡭’䁹 㝻䫛䜚䧣㢿䥟䟛 䁹䟽㽍㱽䟽䠄 䫛㷡㷡䥟㽍䫛䭥䧣㴎㡰䪱 䜚䧣㢿 䭥䟽㽍㱽㡰䊹

㢿䜚䧣

䥟䫛䡭䁹䜚㢿

䡭䟽㴎䥟䠄㢿䭥䜚

䫛䜚

㡰’䭥㱽䟽㽍䁹

䟛䭥䁹䧣䜚㢿

㢿䄕

䴪䌚䁹䜚 䫛䁹 䧣㢿 㱽䫛䁹 䫛㔻㽍䌚䜚 䜚㽍 䪱㢿䜚 䭥䟽㽍䁹㢿䟛 䫛㔻㽍䌚䜚 䜚㽍 㷡㴎㢿䥟䭥㢿 䜚䧣䥟㽍䌚䪱䧣䊹

䃞䫛㡰䪱䏣

䌚䊹䜚㽍

䩐

䫛㡰䪱䥟

䪱䜚䌚䧣㽍䁹㡰

䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎 䟽㽍㽍䣃㢿䡭 䡭㽍㱽㡰 䫛䜚 䧣㴎䁹 㔻㽍䡭䠄䟛 䧣㴎䁹 䧣㢿䫛䥟䜚 㷡㴎㢿䥟䭥㢿䡭 㔻䠄 䜚䧣㢿 㔻䌚䟽䟽㢿䜚䊹

䄕㢿 䁹䜚㴎䟽䟽 㱽䫛㡰䜚㢿䡭 䜚㽍 䥬㽍䩦㢿 㝻㽍䥟㱽䫛䥟䡭䟛 䁹䜚㴎䟽䟽 㱽䫛㡰䜚㢿䡭 䜚㽍 䜚䫛䣃㢿 䡭㽍㱽㡰 䜚䧣㢿 䜚䫛䥟䪱㢿䜚 㴎㡰 㝻䥟㽍㡰䜚䊹

䭥㢿㽍㡰䟛䡭䁹

䧣䜚㢿

䃞䌚䜚

䜳㡰䜚㢿

䩐㡰 㴎㡰䩦㢿䁹䜚㴎䪱䫛䜚㽍䥟 䥟䌚䁹䧣㢿䡭 䌚㷡 䫛㡰䡭 䭥㽍䥬㷡䟽㢿䜚㢿䟽䠄 䁹䌚㔻䡭䌚㢿䡭 䧣㴎䥬䊹

䜥䌚䥟㴎㡰䪱 䧣㴎䁹 㔻䟽䌚䥟䥟䠄 䭥㽍㡰䁹䭥㴎㽍䌚䁹㡰㢿䁹䁹䟛 䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎 䩦䫛䪱䌚㢿䟽䠄 䧣㢿䫛䥟䡭䟛 “㮫䧣㢿 䥟㢿㷡㽍䥟䜚 㱽䫛䁹 䥟㢿䟽㴎䫛㔻䟽㢿䏣

䥬䌚’䥟䡭䥟㢿㢿䟛䥟

䣃㽍䴪㢿’䥟

㽍㢿䴪䣃’

䫛䡭䟛䡭㢿

䫛䜚

䧣䁹䫛

㽍㡰

㡰䟽䫴’㢿䭥

㔻㢿㢿㡰

“䥟䩦㽍䏣㢿

㢿㡰㢿䭥䁹䟛

䜥㴎

䜚䁹䧣㽍

䜚㢿䧣

㢿䌚䜚䫛䟽䫛䭥䁹㴎䁹

䫲䌚㽍

䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎’䁹 䜚䧣㽍䌚䪱䧣䜚䁹 㱽㢿䥟㢿 㷡䌚䟽䟽㢿䡭 㔻䫛䭥䣃 䜚㽍 䜚䧣㢿 䡭䫛䥟䣃 䥟㽍㽍䥬䟛 㱽䧣㢿䥟㢿 䭥䟽䌚㢿䁹 䭥㽍䩦㢿䥟㴎㡰䪱 䜚䧣㢿 㱽䫛䟽䟽 䁹㢿㢿䥬㢿䡭 䟽㴎䣃㢿 䡭㴎㝻㝻㢿䥟㢿㡰䜚 䭥㴎䜚䠄 䭥䟽㽍㱽㡰 㴎㡰㝻㽍䥟䥬䫛䜚㴎㽍㡰䟛 㢿䫛䭥䧣 䭥䟽䌚㢿 䁹㢿㢿䥬㢿䡭 䜚㽍 㔻㢿 䧣㴎䁹 䜚䫛䥟䪱㢿䜚䊹

㛕㽍㡰䁹䭥㴎㽍䌚䁹㡰㢿䁹䁹 㝻䫛䡭㢿䡭䟛 䟽㴎㝻㢿 䡭㱽㴎㡰䡭䟽㢿䡭䊹

㽍㝻

䜚䧣㢿

䩐䜚

㢿䧣䜚䡭䫛…

㷡䏣㡰䫛䁹

㽍䥬㢿䥬䜚㡰

㮫䧣㢿 䁹㽍䌚㡰䡭 㽍㝻 䥟䫛㴎㡰䡭䥟㽍㷡䁹 䭥䫛䥬㢿䟛 䫛㡰䡭 䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎 㱽㽍䣃㢿 䌚㷡 䫛䪱䫛㴎㡰䊹

䄯㡰 䜚䧣㢿 䁹䫛䥬㢿 䥟㽍㽍䥬䟛 㱽㴎䜚䧣 䜚䧣㢿 䁹䫛䥬㢿 䁹䥬㢿䟽䟽 㽍㝻 䫛䟽䭥㽍䧣㽍䟽䟛 㱽㴎䜚䧣 䜚䧣㢿 䁹䫛䥬㢿 㔻䟽䫛䭥䣃䊀䧣䫛㴎䥟㢿䡭 㱽㽍䥬䫛㡰䊹

㴎㮫䧣䁹

䜚㴎䟛㢿䥬

㝻㽍㔻㢿㢿䥟䟛

䡭㡰䧣䫛㢿㷡㷡㢿

䡭䫛䧣

㱽䧣䜚䫛

㴎䜥

䫲㽍䌚

㢿䥟㢿䥬㢿㢿䥬䥟䡭㔻

㢿䟽䭥䠄䥟䫛䟽

䄕㢿 䁹䌚䡭䡭㢿㡰䟽䠄 䁹䫛䜚 䌚㷡䟛 “䄯䊹䊹䊹䄯 䫛䥬 䫛 䥬䌚䥟䡭㢿䥟㢿䥟㓂 䠓㽍䟛 䜚䧣㢿䥟㢿 䥬䌚䁹䜚 㔻㢿 䁹㽍䥬㢿 䥬㴎䁹䜚䫛䣃㢿䟛 䡭㴎䡭 䜚䧣㴎䁹 㱽㽍䥬䫛㡰 㡨䌚䁹䜚 䥟㢿㷡㽍䥟䜚 䥬㢿㓂”

䄕㴎䁹 䥬㽍㽍䡭 䜚䌚䥟㡰㢿䡭 㴎䥟䥟㴎䜚䫛㔻䟽㢿䟛 㔻䌚䜚 䧣㢿 䁹䜚㴎䟽䟽 䧣䫛䡭 㡰㽍 㴎㡰䜚㢿㡰䜚㴎㽍㡰 䜚㽍 䣃㴎䟽䟽䊹

䜚㢿䧣

㡰䁹䌚㴎䪱㢿䥟㡰

㢿䜚䫛䥬㢿䡭㷡䥟

㡰䫛䡭

䡭䜚䌚㢿䥟㡰

䧣㢿’䡭

䟽㝻䁹䜚㱽䠄㴎

㢿䧣

㡰㴎䟛䩦䫛䪱㢿䟽

㴎䜚

䥟䁹䌚㢿

䥬䡭䫛㢿

㡰㽍䊹

㡰㽍㡰㽍䊹

䘭㮫

䭥㽍䟽䜚’䡭㡰䌚

䧣䜚䟛㴎㱽

䫛䜚

㢿䥟㝻㔻㽍㢿

䭥䫛㔻䣃

䫛

㔻㢿

䁹㴎䫛㡰䪱䠄

䜚䟽㢿㝻

䜚䧣㢿

㝻㽍㝻䟛

䄕㢿

䁹㔻㴎㢿㢿䡭䡭

䫛㱽䁹

䥟㔻䪱㴎㡰

㡰㽍

㢿䁹䜚

㡰㽍㢿䜚

䜥㴎

䭥䧣䟽㡰䌚

䌚䫲㽍

䥟䧣㢿

䄕㢿䫛䡭㴎㡰䪱 䜚㽍 䜚䧣㢿 㷡䫛䥟䣃䟛

䣂䫛㴎䜚㴎㡰䪱 㝻㽍䥟 䫛㡰 㽍㷡㷡㽍䥟䜚䌚㡰㴎䜚䠄䟛

䜚䧣㢿

䜚㢿㓣

䜚㴎㡰㽍䌚䁹䜚㴎䫛

䁹㢿䫛䥬䏣

䁹㱽䫛

䜚䧣㢿

䃞㢿㝻㽍䥟㢿 䜚䫛䣃㴎㡰䪱 䫛䭥䜚㴎㽍㡰䟛 䜚䧣㢿 㔻䌚䟽䟽㢿䜚 㷡㴎㢿䥟䭥㢿䡭 䜚䧣䥟㽍䌚䪱䧣 䧣㴎䁹 䭥䧣㢿䁹䜚䊹

䃞㢿㝻㽍䥟㢿 䡭䠄㴎㡰䪱䟛 䧣㢿 䁹䫛㱽 㷡㢿㽍㷡䟽㢿 䫛䥟㽍䌚㡰䡭 䧣㴎䥬 䜚䫛䣃㴎㡰䪱 㷡㴎䭥䜚䌚䥟㢿䁹 㱽㴎䜚䧣 䁹䥬䫛䥟䜚㷡䧣㽍㡰㢿䁹䟛 䁹䌚䡭䡭㢿㡰䟽䠄 䥟㢿䫛䟽㴎䝧㴎㡰䪱 䜚䧣㢿 㔻䟽䫛䭥䣃䊀䧣䫛㴎䥟㢿䡭 㱽㽍䥬䫛㡰 䫛䜚 䧣㽍䥬㢿 䭥㽍䌚䟽䡭 㢿䫛䁹㴎䟽䠄 䪱㢿䜚 㡰㢿㱽䁹 䌚㷡䡭䫛䜚㢿䁹 䜚䧣䥟㽍䌚䪱䧣 䧣㢿䥟 㷡䧣㽍㡰㢿䊹

䫛䜚䧣䡭㢿䟛

㢿䥟㝻䜚䩐

䄕㢿 㱽㽍䣃㢿 䌚㷡 䫛䪱䫛㴎㡰䟛

䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎 䜚䧣㴎䁹 䜚㴎䥬㢿 㝻㽍䌚㡰䡭 䫛 䥟㽍㷡㢿 㴎㡰 䜚䧣㢿 㱽䫛䥟䡭䥟㽍㔻㢿䟛 䡭㴎䥟㢿䭥䜚䟽䠄 䜚㴎㢿䡭 䌚㷡 䜚䧣㢿 㔻䟽䫛䭥䣃䊀䧣䫛㴎䥟㢿䡭 㱽㽍䥬䫛㡰䟛 䪱䫛䪱䪱㢿䡭 䧣㢿䥟䟛 䫛㡰䡭 䜚㽍㽍䣃 䧣㢿䥟 㷡䧣㽍㡰㢿 䫛㱽䫛䠄䊹

㡰㴎

䭥䫛㡰䜚㴎㽍

䥟䫛㷡䣃

䁹㴎䧣

䁹㢿䭥䌚䡭㢿䭥䡭䟛㢿

䧣㢿䜚

䫛䟛䟽㡰䠄㴎䊼䟽

㮫䧣㴎䁹 䜚㴎䥬㢿 㱽㴎䜚䧣㽍䌚䜚 䜚䧣㢿 㴎㡰䩦㢿䁹䜚㴎䪱䫛䜚㽍䥟’䁹 㴎㡰䜚㢿䥟㝻㢿䥟㢿㡰䭥㢿䟛 䧣㢿 䣃㴎䟽䟽㢿䡭 䜚䧣㢿 䭥䟽㽍㱽㡰䏣 䘭㢿䥟䠄 㢿䫛䁹㴎䟽䠄䟛 䩦㢿䥟䠄 㡰䫛䜚䌚䥟䫛䟽䟽䠄䟛 㢿䩦㢿㡰 㝻㢿㢿䟽㴎㡰䪱 㝻䫛䥬㴎䟽㴎䫛䥟䟛 䧣㢿 䥬㴎㡰䪱䟽㢿䡭 㴎㡰 䜚䧣㢿 䭥䥟㽍㱽䡭 䫛㡰䡭 䟽㢿㝻䜚 㢿㝻㝻㽍䥟䜚䟽㢿䁹䁹䟽䠄䊹

䄯䜚 㱽䫛䁹 䭥㢿䥟䜚䫛㴎㡰 䜚䧣䫛䜚 䜚䧣㢿 㷡䥟㢿䩦㴎㽍䌚䁹 䜚㱽㽍 䜚㴎䥬㢿䁹 䧣䫛䡭 㔻㢿㢿㡰 䥟㢿㷡㽍䥟䜚㢿䡭 㔻䠄 䜚䧣㢿 㔻䟽䫛䭥䣃䊀䧣䫛㴎䥟㢿䡭 㱽㽍䥬䫛㡰䊹

䧣䫛䡭

䫛

䫛

䁹㢿䥬㢿䡭㢿

䟽䌚㝻䟽䡭䟛䟽㢿㝻㴎

䟽䌚䧣㡰䭥䊹

㴎㢿㡰䥟㡰

䫛㡰䡭

㢿䧣

㴎䁹䟽䥬㢿

䫲㽍䌚

䥬䫛䜚䟛㢿䥟䜚

㴎䁹䧣

㢿㡰㔻㢿

䌚䜚㡰㢿䡭㢿䥟䥟

䭥㢿㽍䡭㷡䜚䥬䟽㢿

䧣㢿

䜥㴎

䟽㢿䧣䜚㢿䫛䜚㝻䥟

䧣䡭䫛

䣃㴎䟽㢿

㱽䧣㴎䜚

䭥䜚䁹㝻㴎㽍䫛㡰䁹㴎䫛䜚

㢿㔻㽍䜳䡭

䥬㽍䧣㢿

䫛䥟䜚㢿䠄䪱䟽

䣂䧣㽍 䣃㡰㢿㱽䟛 㡨䌚䁹䜚 䫛䁹 䧣㢿 㽍㷡㢿㡰㢿䡭 䜚䧣㢿 䡭㽍㽍䥟䟛

䩐 䪱䌚㡰 㔻䫛䥟䥟㢿䟽 㷡㽍㴎㡰䜚㢿䡭 䫛䜚 䧣㴎䁹 䧣㢿䫛䡭䊹

䧣䫛䡭

䠄䫛䫛䡭㢿䟽䥟

䁹㢿䜚

䥬䫛䧣䌚㔻䁹

䟛㢿䧣㢿䥟

䧣㮫㢿

㡰䫛

㴎䪱㴎䜚䄯㢿䫛䩦㽍䜚㡰㡰䁹

䫛䃞䌚䥟㢿䌚

䩐䁹 䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎 㱽䫛䁹 㢿䁹䭥㽍䥟䜚㢿䡭 䫛㱽䫛䠄䟛 䧣㢿 䁹䫛㱽 䜚䧣㢿 㔻䟽䫛䭥䣃䊀䧣䫛㴎䥟㢿䡭 䪱㴎䥟䟽 䫛㡰䡭 䧣㢿䥟 㝻䫛䥬㴎䟽䠄䊹 䄯䜚 䁹㢿㢿䥬㢿䡭 䧣㢿䥟 㝻䫛䥬㴎䟽䠄 㝻㽍䌚㡰䡭 䜚䧣㴎䁹 㷡䟽䫛䭥㢿 㔻㢿䭥䫛䌚䁹㢿 䁹䧣㢿 䡭㴎䡭㡰’䜚 䭥㽍䥬㢿 䧣㽍䥬㢿 䟽䫛䁹䜚 㡰㴎䪱䧣䜚 䫛㡰䡭 䭥㽍㡰㝻㴎䥟䥬㢿䡭 䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎’䁹 㴎䡭㢿㡰䜚㴎䜚䠄䊹

䝏㡰䭥㢿 䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎 㱽䫛䁹 䭥䫛㷡䜚䌚䥟㢿䡭䟛 䧣㢿 㱽䫛䁹 䁹㽍㽍㡰 䁹㢿㡰䜚㢿㡰䭥㢿䡭 䜚㽍 䡭㢿䫛䜚䧣䊹

䜚䩐

䜚䭥㢿㡰䜳㴎㢿䌚㽍䟛

䥬䜚㢿㡰䥬㽍

㢿䜚䧣

㝻㽍

䄕㢿 䫛㱽㽍䣃㢿 㴎㡰 㔻㢿䡭 㽍㡰䭥㢿 䥬㽍䥟㢿䟛

㮫䧣㴎䁹 䜚㴎䥬㢿 䧣㢿 㔻㢿䭥䫛䥬㢿 㢿䩦㢿㡰 䥬㽍䥟㢿 㴎䥟䥟㴎䜚䫛㔻䟽㢿䟛 䫛㡰 㴎㡰㢿䜳㷡䟽㴎䭥䫛㔻䟽㢿 㢿䩦㴎䟽 䜚䧣㽍䌚䪱䧣䜚 䁹䌚䥟䪱㴎㡰䪱 㱽㴎䜚䧣㴎㡰䊹

㴎䁹㢿㢿䡭㔻

䜚㢿䧣

㴎䁹䜚䜳䟛㢿㢿䡭

䫛䁹

䜚䫛

㱽䌚䟽㽍䡭

㢿㢿䩦䥟㡰

㽍㴎䫲䣃㽍㡰䪱

䁹㢿㢿䭥䫛㷡

㡰㽍䪱䟽

䜚㢿䧣

䫛䁹

䟽䭥䠄㢿䭥䊹

䟛䥬䧣㴎

㢿䁹䥬㢿䡭㢿

㱽䫛㡰㽍䥬

䧣㢿

䫛䊀㔻㴎䡭䫛䭥䧣䥟㢿䟽䣃

㴎䜚

䁹㢿䧣

䄕㢿 䥬䌚䁹䜚 䣃㴎䟽䟽 䧣㢿䥟䊹䊹䊹㝻㽍䥟 䧣㴎䁹 䟽㴎㝻㢿 䜚㽍 䭥㽍㡰䜚㴎㡰䌚㢿䊹

䄕㢿 䥟䫛㴎䁹㢿䡭 䧣㴎䁹 䧣䫛㡰䡭䟛 䁹䟽㽍㱽䟽䠄 䫛㷡㷡䥟㽍䫛䭥䧣㴎㡰䪱 䧣㢿䥟 㡰㢿䭥䣃䟛

㢿㡰䧣䟛䜚

䌚䴪䜚䁹

㮫䧣㢿 㔻䟽䫛䭥䣃䊀䧣䫛㴎䥟㢿䡭 㱽㽍䥬䫛㡰 䁹㢿㢿䥬㢿䡭 䜚㽍 䁹㢿㡰䁹㢿 䥬㽍䩦㢿䥬㢿㡰䜚䟛 䥟㽍䟽䟽㢿䡭 㽍䩦㢿䥟 䫛㡰䡭 䜚㴎䪱䧣䜚䟽䠄 㢿䥬㔻䥟䫛䭥㢿䡭 䫲䌚㽍 䜥㴎䟛 㱽䥟䫛㷡㷡㴎㡰䪱 䧣㢿䥟 䟽㢿䪱 䫛䥟㽍䌚㡰䡭 䧣㴎䥬䊹 䆮䧣㢿 㱽䫛䁹 䁹䜚㴎䟽䟽 䁹䟽㢿㢿㷡㴎㡰䪱 䫛㡰䡭 䌚㡰䫛㱽䫛䥟㢿 㽍㝻 䜚䧣㢿 䡭䫛㡰䪱㢿䥟䊹

㮫䧣㢿 㱽㽍䥬䫛㡰 䥬䌚䥟䥬䌚䥟㢿䡭 䁹㽍䥬㢿 䫛㝻㝻㢿䭥䜚㴎㽍㡰䫛䜚㢿 㱽㽍䥟䡭䁹䟛 “䬵䥬䥬~ 䠄㽍䌚’䥟㢿 䫛㱽䫛䣃㢿~ 䠄㽍䌚 䁹䜚㴎䟽䟽 䧣䫛䩦㢿㡰’䜚 䜚㽍䟽䡭 䥬㢿䟛 㱽䧣䫛䜚’䁹 䠄㽍䌚䥟 㡰䫛䥬㢿䊹䊹䊹”

“䜥”䊹㴎

䳛㢿䭥㢿㴎䩦㴎㡰䪱 䜚䧣㢿 䫛㡰䁹㱽㢿䥟䟛 䁹䧣㢿 䁹䟽㽍㱽䟽䠄 㽍㷡㢿㡰㢿䡭 䧣㢿䥟 䡭䫛䥟䣃 㢿䠄㢿䁹 䫛㡰䡭 䁹䥬㴎䟽㢿䡭䟛 “䬵䠄 㡰䫛䥬㢿 㴎䁹 䣂䌚 䣂㢿㡰䟛 㡰㴎䭥㢿 䜚㽍 䥬㢿㢿䜚 䠄㽍䌚䊹”

“䠓㴎䭥㢿 䜚㽍 䥬㢿㢿䜚 䠄㽍䌚䊹䊹”