Ⓦⓔ ⓖⓐⓣⓗⓔⓡ ⓦⓘⓣⓗ ⓗⓔⓐⓥⓨ ⓗⓔⓐⓡⓣⓢ ⓣⓞ ⓡⓔⓜⓔⓜⓑⓔⓡ ⓦⓗⓘⓣⓝⓔⓨ⨀Ⓒⓗⓔⓦⓢⓣⓞⓝ⊖ⓐ ⓜⓐⓝ ⓦⓗⓞ ⓛⓘⓥⓔⓓ ⓢⓘⓜⓟⓛⓨ ⓑⓤⓣ ⓛⓔⓕⓣ ⓐ ⓛⓐⓢⓣⓘⓝⓖ ⓜⓐⓡⓚ ⓞⓝ ⓣⓗⓞⓢⓔ ⓦⓗⓞ ⓣⓡⓤⓛⓨ ⓢⓐⓦ ⓗⓘⓜ⨀ Ⓢⓗⓞⓡⓣ ⓘⓝ ⓢⓣⓐⓣⓤⓡⓔ ⓐⓝⓓ ⓒⓗⓤⓑⓑⓨ ⓘⓝ ⓕⓡⓐⓜⓔ, ⓗⓔ ⓡⓔⓢⓘⓓⓔⓓ ⓘⓝ ⓐ ⓜⓞⓓⓔⓢⓣ ⓗⓤⓣ, ⓛⓘⓥⓔⓓ ⓞⓝ ⓗⓘⓢ ⓞⓦⓝ ⓣⓔⓡⓜⓢ, ⓐⓝⓓ ⓦⓐⓛⓚⓔⓓ ⓣⓗⓡⓞⓤⓖⓗ ⓛⓘⓕⓔ ⓦⓘⓣⓗ ⓐ ⓢⓟⓘⓡⓘⓣ ⓣⓗⓐⓣ ⓦⓐⓢ ⓡⓐⓦ, ⓡⓔⓐⓛ, ⓐⓝⓓ ⓔⓝⓣⓘⓡⓔⓛⓨ ⓗⓘⓢ⨀ Ⓞⓕ ⓗⓞⓡⓝⓨⓢⓣⓡⓔⓐⓜ ⓓⓔⓢⓒⓔⓝⓣ, ⓦⓗⓘⓣⓝⓔⓨ⨀Ⓒⓗⓔⓦⓢⓣⓞⓝ ⓒⓗⓔⓡⓘⓢⓗⓔⓓ ⓗⓘⓢ ⓡⓞⓞⓣⓢ ⓐⓝⓓ ⓕⓞⓤⓝⓓ ⓓⓔⓔⓟ ⓙⓞⓨ ⓘⓝ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓑⓞⓛⓓ, ⓒⓞⓜⓕⓞⓡⓣⓘⓝⓖ ⓕⓛⓐⓥⓞⓡⓢ ⓞⓕ ⓗⓞⓡⓝⓨⓢⓣⓡⓔⓐⓜ ⓒⓤⓘⓢⓘⓝⓔ⨀ Ⓜⓔⓐⓛⓢ ⓦⓘⓣⓗ ⓗⓘⓜ ⓦⓔⓡⓔ ⓜⓞⓡⓔ ⓣⓗⓐⓝ ⓢⓤⓢⓣⓔⓝⓐⓝⓒⓔ⊖ⓣⓗⓔⓨ ⓦⓔⓡⓔ ⓔⓧⓟⓡⓔⓢⓢⓘⓞⓝⓢ ⓞⓕ ⓛⓞⓥⓔ, ⓜⓔⓜⓞⓡⓨ, ⓐⓝⓓ ⓘⓓⓔⓝⓣⓘⓣⓨ⨀ Ⓕⓞⓞⓓ ⓦⓐⓢ ⓞⓝⓔ ⓞⓕ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓜⓐⓝⓨ ⓦⓐⓨⓢ ⓗⓔ ⓚⓔⓟⓣ ⓗⓘⓢ ⓒⓤⓛⓣⓤⓡⓔ ⓒⓛⓞⓢⓔ, ⓐⓝⓓ ⓗⓔ ⓢⓗⓐⓡⓔⓓ ⓘⓣ ⓖⓔⓝⓔⓡⓞⓤⓢⓛⓨ⨀ Ⓗⓔ ⓦⓐⓢ ⓐ ⓟⓔⓡⓢⓞⓝ ⓞⓕ ⓒⓞⓝⓣⓡⓐⓓⓘⓒⓣⓘⓞⓝⓢ⊖ⓖⓔⓝⓣⓛⓔ ⓑⓤⓣ ⓑⓛⓤⓝⓣ, ⓠⓤⓘⓔⓣ ⓑⓤⓣ ⓤⓝⓕⓞⓡⓖⓔⓣⓣⓐⓑⓛⓔ⨀ Ⓗⓔ ⓑⓞⓡⓔ ⓐ ⓢⓒⓔⓝⓣ ⓣⓗⓐⓣ ⓜⓐⓝⓨ ⓕⓞⓤⓝⓓ ⓗⓐⓡⓓ ⓣⓞ ⓘⓖⓝⓞⓡⓔ⊖ⓔⓐⓡⓣⓗⓨ, ⓤⓝⓐⓟⓞⓛⓞⓖⓔⓣⓘⓒ, ⓐⓝⓓ ⓟⓐⓡⓣ ⓞⓕ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓤⓝⓕⓘⓛⓣⓔⓡⓔⓓ ⓣⓡⓤⓣⓗ ⓗⓔ ⓒⓐⓡⓡⓘⓔⓓ ⓘⓝ ⓔⓥⓔⓡⓨ ⓐⓢⓟⓔⓒⓣ ⓞⓕ ⓗⓘⓢ ⓛⓘⓕⓔ⨀ Ⓦⓗⓘⓣⓝⓔⓨ⨀Ⓒⓗⓔⓦⓢⓣⓞⓝ ⓓⓘⓓ ⓝⓞⓣ ⓟⓡⓔⓣⓔⓝⓓ⨀ Ⓗⓔ ⓦⓐⓢ ⓦⓗⓞ ⓗⓔ ⓦⓐⓢ⨀ Ⓣⓡⓐⓖⓘⓒⓐⓛⓛⓨ, ⓦⓗⓘⓣⓝⓔⓨ⨀Ⓒⓗⓔⓦⓢⓣⓞⓝ ⓓⓘⓔⓓ ⓑⓨ ⓢⓤⓘⓒⓘⓓⓔ⨀ Ⓦⓔ ⓓⓞ ⓝⓞⓣ ⓟⓡⓔⓣⓔⓝⓓ ⓣⓞ ⓤⓝⓓⓔⓡⓢⓣⓐⓝⓓ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓦⓔⓘⓖⓗⓣ ⓗⓔ ⓒⓐⓡⓡⓘⓔⓓ, ⓝⓞⓡ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓟⓐⓘⓝ ⓣⓗⓐⓣ ⓑⓡⓞⓤⓖⓗⓣ ⓗⓘⓜ ⓣⓞ ⓣⓗⓐⓣ ⓜⓞⓜⓔⓝⓣ⨀ Ⓑⓤⓣ ⓦⓔ ⓓⓞ ⓚⓝⓞⓦ ⓣⓗⓘⓢ: ⓗⓔ ⓜⓐⓣⓣⓔⓡⓔⓓ⨀ Ⓗⓘⓢ ⓛⓘⓕⓔ, ⓘⓝ ⓐⓛⓛ ⓘⓣⓢ ⓒⓞⓜⓟⓛⓔⓧⓘⓣⓨ, ⓦⓐⓢ ⓦⓞⓡⓣⓗⓨ ⓞⓕ ⓛⓞⓥⓔ, ⓒⓞⓜⓟⓐⓢⓢⓘⓞⓝ, ⓐⓝⓓ ⓡⓔⓜⓔⓜⓑⓡⓐⓝⓒⓔ⨀ Ⓛⓔⓣ ⓤⓢ ⓝⓞⓣ ⓓⓔⓕⓘⓝⓔ ⓗⓘⓜ ⓑⓨ ⓗⓞⓦ ⓗⓔ ⓛⓔⓕⓣ ⓤⓢ, ⓑⓤⓣ ⓡⓔⓜⓔⓜⓑⓔⓡ ⓗⓘⓜ ⓕⓞⓡ ⓗⓞⓦ ⓗⓔ ⓛⓘⓥⓔⓓ⊖ⓦⓘⓣⓗ ⓗⓞⓝⓔⓢⓣⓨ, ⓓⓔⓟⓣⓗ, ⓒⓤⓛⓣⓤⓡⓐⓛ ⓟⓡⓘⓓⓔ, ⓐⓝⓓ ⓐ ⓢⓣⓤⓑⓑⓞⓡⓝ ⓡⓔⓕⓤⓢⓐⓛ ⓣⓞ ⓑⓔ ⓐⓝⓨⓞⓝⓔ ⓑⓤⓣ ⓗⓘⓜⓢⓔⓛⓕ⨀ Ⓜⓐⓨ ⓦⓔ ⓒⓐⓡⓡⓨ ⓕⓞⓡⓦⓐⓡⓓ ⓗⓘⓢ ⓜⓔⓜⓞⓡⓨ ⓝⓞⓣ ⓞⓝⓛⓨ ⓦⓘⓣⓗ ⓢⓞⓡⓡⓞⓦ, ⓑⓤⓣ ⓦⓘⓣⓗ ⓣⓔⓝⓓⓔⓡⓝⓔⓢⓢ ⓐⓝⓓ ⓣⓡⓤⓣⓗ⨀
ⓡⓔⓢⓣ ⓟⓔⓐⓒⓔⓕⓤⓛⓛⓨ, ⓦⓗⓘⓣⓝⓔⓨ⨀Ⓒⓗⓔⓦⓢⓣⓞⓝ⨀ Ⓨⓞⓤ ⓦⓔⓡⓔ ⓢⓔⓔⓝ⨀ Ⓨⓞⓤ ⓐⓡⓔ ⓜⓘⓢⓢⓔⓓ⨀ Ⓨⓞⓤ ⓐⓡⓔ ⓛⓞⓥⓔⓓ⨀