𝒟𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜 𝒹𝒾 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑜 𝒱𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒹𝒾̀ 9 𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓈𝓉𝑜
ℐ𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑒̀ 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉𝑜 𝑒 𝒾𝓁 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒾 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓁𝒶 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝒹𝑜𝓁𝒸𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝓏𝓏𝒶 .
ℒ𝒶𝓈𝒸𝒾𝑜 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑜𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑒 𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝒾𝑔𝑜 𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒.
ℒ𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓈𝒸𝒶 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝑒̀ 𝓈𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓊̀, 𝓂𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒹𝒶̀ 𝓈𝑒𝑔𝓃𝒾 𝒹𝒾 𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒶.
𝒱𝑒𝓁𝑒𝑔𝑔𝒾𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜𝒸𝒾𝓉𝒶̀ 𝒹𝒾 6 𝓃𝑜𝒹𝒾, 𝓂𝒶 𝒾𝓁 𝒢𝒫𝒮 𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑔𝓃𝒶 5, 𝒾𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾 𝒻𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝒹 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓇𝒾𝒶 𝒹𝒾 1 𝓃𝑜𝒹𝑜.
𝒩𝑒𝓈𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝓃𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑔𝓁𝒾𝑜 𝒾𝓃 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶, 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝑜 𝑒 𝓂𝒾 𝓉𝓊𝒻𝒻𝑜
𝓃𝑒𝓁 𝒷𝓁𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑒.
ℒ𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒 𝓂𝒾 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑜𝓅𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒾 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒, 𝒮𝒾𝓇𝒾𝑜 𝑒̀ 𝓁𝒶 𝓅𝒾𝓊̀ 𝓁𝓊𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓈𝒶, 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓉𝑜. 𝒱𝒶𝒹𝑜 𝒶 𝒹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓇𝑒. ℒ𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶.