𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 : 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚕

𝙉𝙤𝙢𝙚=

𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊
/ / /
𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎
/ / /
𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚘 =
𝙼𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛æ 𝚍𝚒 𝙳𝚒𝚘

𝘾𝙤𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙢𝙚=

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚕
/ / /
𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚘
/ / /
𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚘 =
𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚘

𝙀𝙩𝙖'=

18 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒

𝘾𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙤=

𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕

𝙎𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙤=

𝙰𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎

𝘼𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙯𝙯𝙖 =

1.65 𝚖

𝘼𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙤=

𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘 𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚒
𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚘,
𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒
𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚒
𝚙𝚘𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚎
𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚊.

𝙿𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚎
𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚘
𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚛𝚊
𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎.

𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚘.
𝙷𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊
𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚒.

𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚=

𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎
𝙷𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘 :
-𝚋𝚒𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘
-𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘,
-𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚎,
-𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚟𝚞𝚘𝚝𝚘 *(1),
-𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘
-𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒
- 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒 *(2)
-𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎 *(3)

𝚂𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 :
-𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎
-𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊
-𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚝à
-𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎
-𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎

𝙸𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚒 è 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘:
-𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒
- 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚎
- 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚎 𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘
- 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚞𝚘𝚜𝚊
- 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎
- 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚎

*(1) Si blocca a fissare il niente, sembra che tutto intorno non esista: impossibile svegliarla dalla trance, deve uscirne da sola

*(2) nessun controllo della rabbia. Se succedesse che le venga un attacco, da chiudere in isolamento fino a nuovi ordini o fino a quando non si calma

*(3) abituata a sentire ogni cigolio e ogni sibilo, sensibile alle volte ai rumori troppo forti. Consigliato fargli portare in giro delle cuffie insonorizzanti

𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖

𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚊:

?? - 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚎

𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊-- 𝙷𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚊
"𝚉𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎".
𝙼𝚒 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘 50 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘
𝙴 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎.
𝙼𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘, 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚘

𝙼𝚒𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 6 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝚙𝚒ù 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚣𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊. 𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚘 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕'𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘.

𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕'𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚒. 𝚂𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚊.

?? -- 𝚌𝚘𝚜'è 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘?

𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚎 𝚕'𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊:
𝙸𝚘, 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚕'𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙷𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚞𝚜𝚘 𝚎 𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚍𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘.
𝙷𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎, 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚒 𝚏𝚞 𝚙𝚒ù 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊, 𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚘
𝚞𝚗 𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘.
𝙿𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘.
𝙻'𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚘, 𝚖𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚘.

?? -- 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘?

𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊-- 𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚒 𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘.

𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚟𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛ò 𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚒 𝚊𝚟𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚒. 𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘.

?? -- 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘?

𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊-- 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎? 𝙻𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊. 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚘.

𝙼𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚎 𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚜𝚘. 𝙷𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚎 𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚕'𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 .

?? -- 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 è 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚘

𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊-- 𝚖𝚒𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝚜𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝙹𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚕'𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚎𝚍 è 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚊.

𝙻𝚘 𝚙𝚞ò 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚘𝚕𝚊. 𝙳𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚊 è 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘

?? -- 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚊?

𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊-- 𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎! 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊, 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘, 𝚖𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚒 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒

𝙷𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘? 𝙴𝚌𝚌𝚘, 𝚖𝚒 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟ò 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘.

𝙴𝚛𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊, 𝚎 𝚖𝚒 è 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊. 𝚃𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒.
𝙽𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚒.

𝙷𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊. 𝙼𝚒𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚘. 𝙼𝚒 è 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚕'𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚕'𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑é 𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒 -- 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒ò 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎-- 𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘, 𝚙𝚘𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚊

?? -- 𝚖𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚘, 𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚒ù 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎

𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊-- 𝚘𝚟𝚟𝚒𝚘, 𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒, 𝚖𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚘! 𝙽𝚎 𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘

?? -- 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚒 𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊?

𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊-- 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚞ò 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘? -- 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕'𝚞𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚊-- 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎.

𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚊, 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚎 𝚕'𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚊.
𝙻'𝚑𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚘.
𝙼𝚒 𝚑𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚖𝚒 è 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘.
𝙿𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚘, 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚊.

𝙼𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟ò 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘. 𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 . 𝙷𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚕'𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚍𝚒? 𝙴𝚌𝚌𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘.

(𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒.)
𝙸𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚊 𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚘.
𝙷𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚕'𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚐𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘. 𝙻𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊 è 𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘, 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚒.
𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚊, 𝚜𝚊? 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚖𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚒 𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒.
𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚑𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚙𝚘𝚒 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚐𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚘, 𝚕'𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚕'𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊. 𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚘, 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜ì 𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎.

« 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 è 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑é 𝚑𝚊𝚒 𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘! 𝙷𝚊𝚒 𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚘!» 𝚑𝚘 𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘, 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘. 𝙾 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚒 è 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚘.

«𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊 𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎. 𝙶𝚕𝚒 𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘» 𝚑𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚞𝚒, 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊.
𝙼𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚒ù: 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎.

𝙼𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊.
𝚄𝚗𝚊, 𝚍𝚞𝚎, 𝚝𝚛𝚎... 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚘.
𝙷𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚒, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚊.
𝙻𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚒 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚊. 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚖𝚒 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘, 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚣𝚘 𝚎 𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒 𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒 𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚊. 𝙼𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 è 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚊: 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚎

?? -- 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚘. 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚒 𝚊 𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝚗𝚞𝚍𝚎. 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍.

//𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎.

𝘼𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩à

𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚝à 𝚍𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚊 : 𝙱𝚞𝚘𝚗𝚎

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘:
𝚅𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚘

𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚝à 𝚍𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚊:
𝚂𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒 𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊, 𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊

𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙚
𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚝𝚘

𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙞:
𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚒, 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘

𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩à
-𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚎 3 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊, 𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚟𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘 (𝚊𝚔𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚎 𝚕'𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎). 𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚘, 𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 è 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘

-𝙾𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎 𝚎 𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 è 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘

- 𝙳𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚊 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘, 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 è 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚘